The Testicle Tingle

In my teenaged years I would be considered what most people would call a shy, teenager, I’d hardly say boo to a goose let alone to anyone that I would consider might say something back to me or engage me in conversation. It was something that I wrestled with for many years.

I guess I was held back or repressed in some way by my family. To escape my brother’s torment I used to visit my sister in a high-rise block of flats. I always thought that Tina was really lucky getting her own flat because she was out of the madness. My escape to her flat served a purpose for both of us. It was my sanctuary during the early evening hours and in return I would feed the cats while she was at work and also pay the pools man that used to came around and her various charities that she was signed up to.

When I was 18 years of age this daily task started to pay results because Thursday’s turned out to be Tina’s late night and I was treated to the site of her star charity collector for Cancer, the lovely Tony Wilson. He happened to be one of my neighbors near where I lived and I had no idea that he collected for such a good cause.

Tony was about 19 years old with lovely dark wavy hair, slight olive skin tone. I had heard a rumor that they had gypsy blood in the family line this made his looks stunning. He was dark compared to my pale white skin and my blond hair. He had a confidence about him, which I could only hope for in my youth. I never considered myself good looking even though other people did. There was just something about him, which I just wanted to have. I would have done anything he had asked me to do to spend time with him. I considered him my Greek god to my skinny lower form. I think he could smell that I was weak in many respects.

For two months he knocked the door he gave me the ticket and I gave him the money. He would turn and walk away and I would stare at his skin-tight jeans flexing his bubble butt. After all it was 1986 and the era of tight jeans and bulging balls. I was hooked and he knew it.

It was coming up to the third month of him collecting the money. It was summer, and very hot. He turned up one Thursday wearing a tank top and very small but ever so tight shorts. I opened the door. Instantly, I was stunned into silence. I fumbled for the money. He gave me the ticket and change.

“Follow me,” he said. I locked the flat and followed. We got into the lift and he pressed the number 15. He didn’t talk. I followed him out of the lift. We went upstairs to the roof floor.

“Get naked and kneel down”

I did as I was ordered.

“I know you want this,” he said rubbing his balls and growing cock through his shorts. He was right I did want it.

“You are going to be my bitch. You’ll do want I want and when I want it. No excuses. In return you’ll get as much of this as you want when I want to give it to you. Do you understand? What is your name?”
“Yes” I said with a dry throat. “Andy is my name.”

Before my eyes he slipped off his shorts and I saw that he was cut. He entire cock was shaved and smelled sweet. There wasn’t a hair anywhere to be seen. That suited me. I didn’t like too much body hair either and shaved my balls and cock area monthly.

“Before you suck me there is just one rule. You don’t play with your cock while you are sucking me. Now suck bitch.”

In a sense Tony was only just interested in his own pleasure and I could tell that the second he slammed his cock to the back of my throat. I don’t think I could honestly say I was sucking – truthfully he was fucking my throat. I felt his butt flex as he power fucked my throat. The gagging noise I made I felt sure could be heard all over the block. Tony was grunting and calling me a cock-sucking faggot, which I guess was true.

Tony clamped my head against the base of his cock. Shot after shot of his cum hit me at the back of my throat. It tasted great. I loved the taste of his cum. Tony still held my head. I could feel him soften in my mouth. I wondered why Tony hadn’t taken his cock out of my mouth then I felt it. The warm taste of his golden piss being pumped at great speed down my throat sent my brain went into over drive. My teen cock got harder and harder and I felt I was about to cum because my balls were on fire.

Tony pulled out and stared at me.

“You sissy faggot. You are nothing but a piss drinking, cum loving sissy.”

I could see anger in his eyes like he was disgusted with me. Then I felt it. He kicked me really hard in the balls. Yes, it hurt like fuck but at the same time I started to cum. He kicked me again and again. I could feel my balls ache but want more. My cock was still shooting cum and he kicked my cock head.

“Harder”, I begged and he kicked me harder.

At the very second in my life I knew that I’d forever want my balls kicked by a powerful young man like Tony.

I was still semi hard when Tony produced from his bag a tube of deep Heat. I looked at him in the eyes. He picked up my briefs and squeezed a large amount of the cream into the penis and ball area of my briefs. He then threw me the tube.

“Rub it into your cock head, penis and balls.”

I did, as I was command. As the cream was beginning to heat my balls he started kicking me again. I think he just wanted to inflict pain into my balls.

“Get dressed.”

I put my briefs on and he gave me the hardest kick he had ever given me that evening so far. I loved it though and wanted more. I slipped my jeans on and this time the kick he gave me felt as though he might have ruptured something but he didn’t.

I handed him the tune back. “Keep it”, he said. “You need to use that on your package each day. I want your balls on fire each day. You are my bitch now and that’s want I want you to do. Tomorrow, you get buy yourself several tubes.”

That is what I did do and still do to this day.