As soon as I got back to my apartment, I called my friend Nick. Nick was the guy I knew who seemed to know Barry the most. When the phone call had been completed, I spoke, "Hello Nick, it's Kyle. I wanted to ask you about Barry. Is he gay or something?
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then Nick's voice came through, "Hey Kyle. Barry isn't gay or anything; he is always banging all sorts of chicks. Why are you asking me about this? I sat down in an armchair in my apartment while I held the phone up to my ear. "You have never heard anything weird about him?" I asked.
"Weird?" Nick's voice replied. "What do you mean? Well, everyone knows about his balls, they're enormous. It is definitely weird how big those fuckers are."
"You have seen them?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh yeah, I have seen them a couple of times." Nick explained. "They're very big. If you spend any time with Barry, he will show them to you."
"Isn't that kind of creepy?" I asked. "That he would want to show off his balls to other guys."
"No way," Nick said assuredly. "I am sure if you and I had balls like that; we'd be the same way. Barry shows off because people react positively to it. Girls see those things and they want to sleep with him. Guys see them and they want to hang out with him. It's superficial, sure, but it is just the way it is."
"Ok..." I said. "I have something else to tell you. Please promise not to tell anyone else though. It is embarrassing."
"Ok, I promise," Nick said.
"The other day he was spotting me on the bench press," I started to explain. "And when I was pinned down by the bar, he put... his things, you know..., the big twins... on my forehead. I thought for a second he was going to drag them across my face"
"Oh man," Nick's voice responded through the phone. "You must have felt helpless underneath those things." The sound of a creaky door shutting could be heard through the cell phone. "Well, I am sure he was...unh... playing a joke on you."
"Maybe you're right, Nick." I said questioningly. "I just want him to leave me the fuck alone so I can workout in peace. He keeps trying to get me to look at his disgusting balls."
Nick's voice gasped slightly over the phone. "Ohhh, yeah?" Nick asked sounding distracted. "Why don't you, uhh, just let him show you them. Then he will, unh, leave you alone..."
"Are you ok Nick?" I asked. "Are you sure that is a good idea?"
"Oh yeah," Nick responded. "Don't uhh worry, I am just uhm... doing a workout right now, yeah. If I were you, I would just uhh, yeah, look at those big balls. And uhm, call me back! I want to know the details!
Anyways, I really gotta go right now, unnh" A click could be heard indicating that Nick had hung up the phone.
"That was odd," I said quietly to myself. The more I thought about it though the more I thought that maybe Nick was right. If I looked at Barry's balls, he would probably leave me alone. Nick had apparently seen them and I had to admit to myself that I was a little curious. It couldn't be any more embarrassing or awkward than Barry putting his balls on my forehead while I was on my back with the bar over my head and his balls hanging out and resting on my forehead.
The next time I went to the gym, Barry was nowhere to be found. I worked out normally, took a shower by myself, and went home. Two days later I went back to the gym and it looked like I was once again in the clear. That was until I finished my treadmill run. As soon as I had my feet back down on stationary ground, I saw Barry walking towards my direction. I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. I was hoping he would have forgotten and I wouldn't have to end up going through with this.
"Hey there little bro," Barry said as he walked up towards me. "You looking for someone to spot you on the bench press again? I would be more than willing." Barry grinned at me. And then he winked with a smile.
"No, I uhm..." I stuttered as my mind drew a blank as I was reminded of Barry's balls sitting on my forehead. "I was actually about to just shower and get out of here." I immediately regretted mentioning that I had been heading towards the shower.
"Awesome," Barry replied. "I was just heading to the shower too."
I really did not know what to say at this point. "Uhm, ok..." I muttered. I walked over to the locker room with Barry. The whole time I fought the urge to make some sort of excuse to leave. When we arrived in the locker room, I opened my locker and grabbed my towel. I began wiping off the mixture of hot, workout sweat, and cold, nervous sweat that had accumulated around my face.
Barry yelled from the other side of the locker room, "You go ahead and shower first this time. I will meet you in there."
This was it. I could either split at this point or go into the shower and potentially see Barry's balls. I took a deep breath and walked towards the shower. It was quiet in the locker room and every step I took seemed to echo against the tile walls that surrounded me. I finally arrived at the shower. It was a medium sized room with tiled floor. The shower room was almost entirely enclosed with just a single entrance and exit. If I started showering, there would be no way for me to leave without getting an eyeful of Barry's enormous balls.
I nervously disrobed my clothing. I grabbed a hold of the bottom of my tanktop and pulled it up and over my head. With a single tug, I dropped my shorts and boxers at the same time. Now naked, I walked over to the showerhead and turned on the faucet. My heart was beating and my pulse was racing as the water poured over me. When I heard the sound of someone entering the shower behind me, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
"Finally," Barry's voice bellowed from behind me. "It is about time you took a look at these. Come on, turn around. There is no reason to be scared. You aren't getting out of the showers without having a look at them."
Nervously, I slowly turned around. My eyes remained level, focusing on Barry's face. He had a proud smirk on his face. I lowered my gaze, looking next at his well-defined chest. I swallowed hard as my focus lowered further. I was now looking at Barry's limp but puffed up shaft. It was impressively large, even in the current semi-flaccid state. When I looked even lower, I found myself gasping. I knew they would be big, and they most certainly were, but I was shocked at how perfect they were. They had a bulky quality to them; very masculine and I hated to admit it, downright sexy. They were big balls worthy of a world class porn star. "My god..." I uttered.
Barry took a step closer to me. The smirk on his face widened into a beaming grin. "Oh yeahh," Barry's voice spoke boomingly, boosted by the shower setting around us. "You're not dreaming," Barry said letting his voice linger before continuing. "These are for real." Barry rocked his hips. This caused his big, wrinkly nuts to shake back and forth in front of me. "Impressive, aren't they?"
As Barry's balls shook, my eyes followed them as if they were a swinging pendulum being used to hypnotize me. Seeing them in motion really showed off their power and weightiness. My eyes were completely glued on to Barry's balls. "Yeah..." I said attentively. My focus was firmly affixed on the swinging sack that was in front of me. "They're... nice."
"What do you like the most about them?" Barry asked. He took another step closer to me as he continued to bob his bulky balls back and forth in front me.
"Everything," I said immediately, without giving myself time to think first. As soon as I said it, I felt embarrassed. I couldn't understand why I was acting so captivated with another man's wrinkly balls. Without realizing it, I was blushing bright red. "I mean, I like them as much as any balls..."I said trying to save face.
"Oh yeah?" Barry asked, his voice filled with skepticism. "I think you like mine a little bit more than most." Barry reached down and gripped the back of his balls with his right hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Ever since you laid eyes on these bad boys, you've been sporting a huge fuckin’ boner..."
I quickly looked down and sure enough, my cock was standing straight up. It looked hard enough to crack concrete with. "Ohh shit," I said timidly. I tried to cover it from view as best as I could with my hands. I couldn't understand why I got so hard looking at Barry's balls. "Uhm... it is hard because... the water."
Barry laughed and then shook his head. "I don't think that is how dicks work little bro," Barry said confidently. "Why don't you just admit it? You love these balls." Barry let go of his ball sack and resumed shaking them in front of me. "Go ahead and beat your dick to them. It's ok. You wouldn't be the first guy to jerk off to my big balls."
Part of me, and I am pretty sure you can tell which part, wanted badly to just grab my dick and go to town on it. I felt capable of having one of the biggest orgasms of my life at that moment. However, the reasoning part of me told me to get out of there. If I beat off to Barry's balls, there would be nothing to stop him from using that huge sagging bag of his to manipulate me further.
"Ok," I said quickly. "I looked at them. We are done here. I am going home." I walked past Barry and through the entrance/exit to the shower. Part of me wanted to look back for one last eyeful of Barry's balls but I was able to resist the temptation. I dried myself off with a towel very quickly and haphazardly. I threw on my clothes and left the gym.
On the way home, I felt the phone vibrate in my pants pocket. The feeling was particularly startling because I still had a massive erection. I looked at the phone and when I saw that the message was from Barry, I put the phone back in my pocket. "Fuck that," I muttered to myself. As I continued home, I began thinking maybe he had sent me an apology. I eventually decided to check the message. When I clicked on the message icon on the phone, a picture of Barry's distinct, heavy balls popped up on my screen. There was a text message underneath that suggested I have fun jerking off to the photo. "What an asshole," I said to myself. I kept looking at the picture as I made my way home.
When I finally arrived, I immediately called my friend Nick.
"Hello?" Nick's voice sounded over my phone.
"Nick, its Kyle." I spoke with an urgent tone of voice. "I have to talk to you about Barry. He showed me...’em... he showed me the twins."
"Oh shittt," Nick said excitedly through the phone. "Hold on Kyle, let me close the door." I could hear a creaking sound like a door closing. I then heard the click of a lock. There were some rustling sounds and then I heard a noise that sounded like a zipper. "Ok," Nick's voice sounded back through the speaker on my phone. "Give me the details."
"We were at the gym," I explained. "I decided I would take the shower with him. I was following your advice. He came in and... oh my god... they were so fucking big. He just started swinging them in front of me."
"Jesus!" Nick replied through the phone. "What did you do?"
"I-I couldn't stop looking at them!" I admitted. "You know that I am straight but, seeing those balls, they turned me on. I mean, just think of what those things could do to some innocent girl..." I took in some deep breaths. "I am embarrassed to admit this but I got a huge erection. Barry told me that I should just jerk off while he showed them off."
"Wow," Nick's voice sound amazed through the phone. "Please, unh, tell me you jerked to them."
"No, I didn't." I said. "I felt like he was trying to seduce me or something. Like he was going to use his uhh... twins... to make me do something really humiliating or disgusting with him. He even sent me a picture of them after I left."
"Oh yeahh," Nick breathed heavily into the phone.
"Exactly," I said. "And I am straight, I don't jerk it to guy's balls..."
"You, unh, should though." Nick said in-between grunts. "You have to."
"Are you ok, Nick?" I asked. "It sounds like you are having trouble talking to me. Did you just say I should jerk off to his balls?"
"Unnh, yeah..." Nick moaned through the phone. "I am just, unh, working out... You gotta beat your dick... unh... to his picture and also... to him. If you do that, unh, you will lose interest. You will... get tired of it."
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You think I should jerk off while looking at his balls. That way I will just get bored of them after a few times?"
"Unh, exactly," Nick's voice spoke through my phone. "And, unhh, keep calling me... with the details."
"Thanks Nick," I said. "I will let you go so you can finish working out." I hung up the phone. That night, I opened up my cell phone and beat my dick vigorously thinking about Barry's balls. I thought about all the girls I knew who had dated Barry and how they must have looked with his enormous sack against their faces. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life thinking about Barry's balls.
As the week went on, I followed Nick's advice and continued to jerk off to the picture of Barry's balls. However, it did not seem to be helping my situation. I kept thinking about Barry's balls more and more. I wondered what it was like for the girls who sucked on them and played with them. Every time after I blew my load, I would get frustrated. Finally, I decided I had to take it the next step further, as Nick had advised. I had to take Barry up on his original offer. If I had just done it in the first place, then maybe I wouldn't even be thinking about it right now.
The next time I was at the gym I spotted Barry sitting on a bench while he was lifting a dumbbell. I walked over to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Barry, do you have time to talk?" I asked him in voice that was almost as quiet as a whisper.
Barry turned his head around and looked at me. He lowered the dumbbell he was holding to the ground and flexed his muscles. "Sure," he said nonchalantly. "What's up?"
"Hey..." I spoke nervously. "About the other day... in the shower." I felt unnerved by Barry who was staring intently at me. "I... am sorry I left. I just... was afraid someone would see us. But, is there anyway that I could... get another chance?" Barry crossed his arms and looked me over. "I knew you'd be back," he said with a smirk. "Come over to my house in exactly one hour. We can sort this out over there." Barry stood up and walked over to the other side of the gym.
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