2 Balls, 1 Mouth
Copyright 2011 Mary Chi
Warning: Adult Material…This story contains sexually explicit material. By opening this document and continuing to read, you are stating that you are of legal age to read this story. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
“Balls have fascinated me for as long as I can remember. I love how they are all soft and squishy. Next in the blink of an eye they can firm up and a guy’s sack is suddenly all small and tight. Testicles is such a funny word, and yet so proper. I prefer the term balls. My favorite place to be is smack under a set, my mouth ready and waiting to suck on them.”
He wasn’t sure how to respond. I happened to mention it in passing over drinks. I don’t think he’d ever had somebody say something so direct to him before. He was a little shy, but couldn’t hide the blush and excitement that started to show itself in the form of a stiffening cock. He asked me a simple question and I answered. I guess most people say something like “the beach” when asked where your favorite place is. I got carried away. I do that sometimes.
It may have been the three or four drinks I’d consumed. I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a drinker, and I was way over my limit. I get a little easy and horny, and just about any single thing you say turns into sex in my brain. Right now all I can think about is taking him into the tavern’s bathroom so I can blow him. I won’t, but it doesn’t mean it’s not racing through my brain right now. He’s such a good looking guy.
I wasn’t even sure how we ended up here tonight. The two of us together at the bar wasn’t something I ever imagined.