Blue Balls
By: Giantguy
you look at your watch. five minutes till the library closes.
probably safe to head back to the dorm now. shit, how long could he
keep that chick in there? you pick up your books and start walking,
taking your time. not even a coffee place still open -- and hell,
it's your room too, right? okay, so he was in there first -- and
yeah, you're just lucky something on campus opened up when his last
roommate transferred or dropped out or whatever. you just wish you
had the balls to stand up to greg when he dragged his dates in there
and wouldn't let you back in the room till he was done. tight end
on the football team and fuck machine -- you had nothing in common
with this guy but you only had to hold out for the rest of the
semester and then you could maybe switch.
you get up the stairs... down the hall. first go take a piss in the
men's room ... can't say you didn't give him as much time as you
could. where the hell does he expect you to sleep? it's a monday
night, no place is open even if you wanted to stay out.
you shuffle up to the room. okay, time to have some balls. don't
knock -- it's your fucking room too. you open the door ... and
there's greg on your bed (shit!), with his latest girlfriend of the
week, holding her hand against the crotch of his jeans and sucking
on her neck.
she sits up, not looking at you, embarrassed.
"Okay. I have to go. It's late."
greg keeps his hands on her. "Fuck, come on, we barely got started,
ya can't leave me like this, what are ya, a fuckin' cocktease?" he
presses her hand back down on his bulge.
she shrugs him off, buttoning her blouse and standing up at the same
time. she pushes past you, not looking at you, slamming the door
behind her. you go to the desk, not looking at greg, but feeling
his eyes burning into your back.
"Hey. HEY. FUCKHEAD. I told you I was busy."
your mouth is dry but you act casual. "I was done studying. I'm
tired."
"Yeah? So fuckin' what. I had her this close, man."
your voice cracks a little. "Too bad."
greg stands up, moving around toward you, slowly ... you can feel
his barely suppressed fury rolling off him like heat.
"and you know what I got now, roomie? Huh? fuckin' blue balls.
Didn't even get a hand job."
you can't even look up at him.
"So jack off. Big deal."
greg slams his hand against your shoulder, spinning you in the chair
to face him.
"Ain't fucking the same. Needed a good suckjob tonight. Gotta get
in deep."
his eyes meet yours ... glaring fiercely. he sneers and then
grimaces.
"Fuck, it hurts. Your fucking fault."
You turn away. "So what do you want me to do about it, asshole?"
you just hear greg's growl for a split second before you are yanked
out of the chair -- the breath is knocked out of you and the next
thing you know you're staring at the ceiling. there's a pressure on
your chest, and greg's face looms over you. damn -- he's got you
pinned. he's grinning, looking mean and hungry.
you catch your breath. "Look what you did to me, man!"
he sneers down at you. "Look what the fuck YOU did to ME." raising
up a little, he grabs his buttonfly and pops it down. he's not
wearing underwear ... and his almost-fully hard cock flops out, fat
and huge. he reaches in and yanks his ball sack out, hanging out
of his jeans, looking red and a little swollen, a fat sack holding
balls the size of plums.
you try to swallow but your throat has gone dry. you can feel his
body heat and his musk radiating from his dick.
greg thrusts his hips forward a little, leaning his head back and
closing his eyes. he grunts, straining, turning red, pushing.
hanging over you, his ballsack begins to swell. your eyes are
riveted to it. it's expanding ... the sack growing, his nuts
bloating to the size of tennis balls, his sack hanging heavy like a
water balloon on a faucet.
his nuts are like two baseballs, pulling down toward you. your
mouth drops open as greg grunts and groans, a vein standing out in
his forehead as he strains like he's taking a crap.
he flexes, and you see his cockhead flare out. the slit, already
wide, pulls open, stretching, as a thick wad of precum, like clear
syrup, bubbles up from within his dick. he pushes, and the gob of
thick cocklube starts to fall toward you... falling on a thin string
of precum toward your face.
your eyes follow it, going out of focus as it reaches you ... it
lands on your forehead, feeling boiling hot ... burning ... flowing
down over your face ... shit, it feels like it's covering you ...
suddenly, it's everywhere, like you were being dipped in hot tar ...
you are choking, spluttering, flailing in the thick clear ooze that
covers you. something surrounds you, lifting you, holding you, and
suddenly you can breathe.
you blink ... you're soaked ... you look up, still seeing greg's
face ... a huge grin stretched across it ... but he's still pinning
you ... you look down a bit ... he's got you pinned ... WITH HIS
THUMB? You look up again ... SHIT! you're the size of his fuckin
thumb, covered in his precum, as he kneels over you with his
massively swollen equipment hanging out of his jeans.
you shake your head ... you try to say something, but your throat is
clogged with the salty-sweet precum that is everywhere ... and in
the next second you are dizzy, sick to your stomach as you are
lifted what seems like a hundred feet in the air. you are pressed
against hot, hard flesh. greg's fingers curl around your back as
you are held against the head of his cock.
he hunches his hips forward and groans. his dickhead swells out,
turning darker red, and you see the slit opening, stretching as
another thick gob of precum burps out. you are dragged against his
dick ... it looks twenty feet long ... your feet sticking in the
growing bubble of lube drooling out of his cock.
he groans again, pushing you down. only your feet are protruding
from his fist ... his sweaty, sticky, hot hand has you clutched
tightly. you try to breathe as you feel your feet immersed in the
hot, thick, slick precum.
he flexes again... you can feel his cockslit stretching again as he
pushes you against it... damn ... your feet slip in. the meaty
lips of his slit close around your ankles. another flex and more of
the precum flows up around you ... greg groans louder, like the
sound of low thunder, pushing you further into his cock.
his fingers and thumb are braced on your shoulders now as he pulls
you back and forth, fucking his cockslit with your body. more of
the clear, thick syrup is flowing up out of his pisstube, as it
stretches and expands, wrapping tightly around your tiny body.
another flex... greg's jaw is clenched, groaning with pleasure and
pain as he forces his dick to open up, pushing you in, the slit
sliding up your body like a hungry, blind mouth, engulfed to your
chest in the hot, tight confining tube of his cock.
your head and shoulders are jammed in the slit... your hair is
plastered against your head with the slick precum that covers you.
your chest is heaving ... the tube holds you tight ... squeezing you
... you can feel the beat of his pulse through his grossly swollen
cock.
greg takes his hand away from you. you look down, past the purple,
glistening, pulsing helmet of his dickhead, down the veiny shaft
where it emerges from the buttonfly of his 501s...
greg leans back, his arms going down to the floor, still
squatting... pushing his hips up, fucking the air... sweat drips
down his face. you think this is your chance ... escape now before
you drown in precum. you squirm. he groans louder, grunting like
a bull as he hunches his hips up. you can feel his cock getting
harder around you, squeezing, tightening... he thrusts his hips up,
holding them there ... he groans long and loud, tightening his ass
cheeks and flexing ... his dick swells ... you feel yourself being
pulled in ... the thick lube bubbling up over you as your head sinks
into his dick.
greg breathes deep ... flexing ... straining ... watching the bulge
go down the length of his dick ... sinking deep into his swollen,
bloated balls. he was almost about to cum ... his cockhead flared
again, his dick jerking ... he groans ... squeezing tight ...
feeling the squirming ... edging ... keeping himself on the brink
... feeling you struggle ... his distended balls absorbing you ...
engulfing you ...
greg collapses back onto the floor ... breathing hard ... his purple
erection standing, slick and stiff ...
well ... no roommate for a while ... he grins. he could wait to
cum till later ... till the next time.