Zach looked at the hulking naked figure of the 38-year-old man lying at his feet, making soft mewling noises and rocking back and forth in agony. His cock hard as a rock and his balls stirring with desire, the 20-year-old college student smiled as he reminisced about the events that led to this moment.
Zach was best friends with Cal since they were 9. They went to school together and were virtually inseparable and were often at each other's homes. The two boys even resembled one another, with green eyes, brown hair, and slender build. Puberty and its hormonal tempest hit when they were about 12. As with every teen, puberty was a time of discovery, embarrassment, and awkwardness. Conversations swirled around juvenile jokes about sex and their changing bodies. Cal gawked at girls endlessly and Zach would join in but he began taking notice of Cal's stepdad, who he called Mr. G.
Mr. G was about 30 at that time. An avid bodybuilder, he stood at 6'8" and weighed close to 400 lbs. He had a massive barrel chest, boulder-like shoulders, veiny muscular arms, small waist, and tree trunk-like legs. Despite his intimidating size, Mr. G was a cool, funny, and easygoing. It was impossible not to like that teddy bear of a man.
Puberty made Zach aware of physical characteristics of Mr. G he never paid attention to before. He began admiring his thick ass-cheeks, each the size of a basketball, always mesmerized by how they wobbled when he walked. He noticed how Mr. G's face was boyishly handsome. Zach's attention was laser focused on the goods swinging between his best friend's stepfather's huge legs. Mr. G always wore shorts or sweats made of thin fabric that barely concealed his ample package. Zach was mesmerized by the outline of Mr. G's fat cock and the pair of ridiculously large balls swinging between his thighs. Every step he took made his big ass jiggle and his oversized genitals bounce about. It was too much for Zach. He had a hard-on every time he was in the same room as Cal's stepdad and being hung like a horse, found it embarrassingly difficult to hide his 11 inch boner.
The first incident that sent Zach's pubertal brain into a frenzy happened when Cal's bratty 5-year-old cousin was jumping on the bed while Cal and Zach were trying to study. Cal yelled at the boy to no avail and eventually Mr. G came in to the room. Zach looked longingly at the beefy hunk's physique and sizable package as he stood at the edge of the bed, his hands on his hips and told the kid to get off the bed.
"No!" came the insolent reply. Annoyed, Mr. G reached out to grab him off the bed but as quick as lightning, the little brat ducked under his brawny arms and swung his foot as hard as he could into the unsuspecting man's vulnerable balls.
Mr. G wheezed and froze with his eyes bugging out and his jaw slack. The kid smiled sadistically as he drew his foot back and launched another kick into the burly man's traumatized testicles. The hulking bodybuilder slowly crumpled to the ground, emitting strange strangled noises as he sank to his knees beside the bed. Cal and Zach were too stunned to react. The little devil jumped off the bed and instead of running away, got behind Mr. G and delivered another devastating kick between the oblivious man's ass cheeks right into his tenderized testicles.
"Fuckkkkk!" Mr. G croaked as the third kick smashed into his rapidly-swelling gonads with a sickening, meaty clap. He dropped to his side on the ground in the fetal position, whimpering as he clutched his broken, battered balls.
"Get the fuck away, you little shit!" Cal yelled at his demonic cousin, chasing him away.
"Mr. G, you ok?" Zach asked. kneeling beside the stricken bodybuilder and placing one hand on his thigh.
"No... my balls hurt so fucking bad..." Mr. G whimpered, his face contorted with anguish. Zach became giddy with lust. The sight of his dream hunk agonizing over his busted balls was immensely arousing. He was thankful that his hoodie hid his throbbing erection. It took about 10 minutes before the stricken man could even try to get off the ground.
"Go get me a bag of ice and put it in my room, Cal," he whispered, his usually deep voice a couple of octaves higher than usual.
"Let me help you to your bed, Mr. G," Zach offered. The mammoth bodybuilder leaned on the pint-sized teen as he limped gingerly.
When they got to his room, Zach tried to help the huge man sit on the edge of his bed. Mr. G sighed and sat down hard but suddenly yelped in pain as he lurched forwards and grabbed Zach around the waist.
"God, I sat on my nards..." he whined as he instinctively hugged Zach in pain. Zach was utterly mortified. His hoodie slipped and his hard, throbbing cock was poking Mr. G in the neck. The proximity of his boner to his lips aroused Zach even more, making his dick harder than ever. The older man noticed it and seemed surprised but said nothing.
"Lemme help you get in bed," Zach quickly said, his face red as a beet as he pulled his crotch away. Cal came into the room with the ice, saving Zach from further embarrassment.
"Hey, I've gotta run. My mom needs me to do something," Zach made his exit quickly, completely mortified that his cock was literally poking his best friend's stepfather in the neck.
The second incident occurred when they were 16. Zach and Cal were play sparring in the basement gym one day. They were trying out some kickboxing moves that involved bringing up their legs to defend against an opponent's kicks. Mr. G was working out there as well. Zach watched the behemoth squatting an impressive 450 lbs, his jumbo-sized legs and glutes pumped and appearing larger than ever. Mr. G was shirtless wearing only a tight pair of jersey shorts that left very little to the imagination. Zach felt his loins stir as he gazed at the bodybuilder's burly physique and bulging genitals.
Cal's mom asked him to go to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for dinner. With the eyeroll and huff that only a teenager could muster, Cal reluctantly obeyed, leaving Zach in the basement with his stepfather. He was practicing his kicks on the punching bag suspended from the ceiling when Mr. G sauntered over. It's like his huge bulge leads the way by a few inches, Zach thought as a gigantic frame appeared beside him.
"Come on, let me try," Mr. G said as he attempted a few clumsy kicks. Zach laughed, his friend's step father was always goofing around.
"Maybe I can do better blocking kicks!" he said, raising his knees like he saw the boys doing.
Zach showed him how to do it and after a few tries, Mr. G got cocky.
"Come on, let's try some real kicks. I think I can block you," he said.
"You sure, Mr. G? I 'm pretty good, you know," Zach warned.
"Aww, come on. I'm four times bigger than you are, kid. I think I can handle a few kicks!" Mr. G replied with a grin.
Zach began slow and increased the speed and force of his kicks. The older, heftier male was able to block his kicks so far. Zach couldn't help but notice his large package bouncing about as they spared. He switched side unpredictably, testing Mr. G's ability to anticipate the kicks.
As his unleashed a powerful side kick, Mr. G raised the opposite leg and tried to compensate by rotating his body in the direction of Zach's kick. Big, big mistake. Instead of exposing his flank to the kick, Mr. G brought his oversized genitals into the direct path of Zach's kick. His foot smashed right into the burly male's unprotected testicles with a loud thwack. Zach was horrified as he felt his foot crush Mr. G's cum-filled gonads against his pelvis.
Mr. G let out a strangled gasp as he dropped to the mat in shock and in sheer terror of what he knew was coming. Moments later, it hit him hard - that familiar nauseating pain from his afflicted testicles exploding into the depths of his gut. He clutched his injured gonads desperately and began writhing around in a futile attempt to alleviate the sickening agony twisting his swelling balls and insides.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, Mr. G!" Zach cried out. He held the beefy man's shoulder to try to comfort him to no avail. Consumed by the miserable pain, Mr. G just kept groaning, whimpering and squirming on the ground.
"Oh God, did I pop them?" Zach asked himself in utter shock as Mr. G made high-pitched whining noises and eventually lay still in the fetal position.
Mr. G then tried lying on his back, desperate for some relief. His breathing was shallow and belly heaved as waves of nausea and agony radiated from his bruised and battered balls.
"Let me check to make sure, ok? They taught us some first aid in school," Zach told the whimpering bodybuilder as he pulled down his shorts to his knees. His jaw fell open as he gawked at the sight before him. Nestled between his legs, in a fuzzy scrotum as long and as loose as sock, lay a pair of massive testicles as big as grapefruits. His fat, limp 5 inch cock lay beneath a small blond bush. Zach was both amazed and aroused by the size of his friend's stepfather's testicles.
Zach gently held and felt Mr. G's oversized balls, admiring the heft and weight of those squishy orbs. He checked the cords on the back of the bloated organs which felt like a mass of large worms in his saggy sac. Zach blushed as his cock swelled with excitement.
He turned to look at Mr. G, who clearly saw his boner straining and tenting the fabric of his shorts. Strangely, he didn't flinch or look away. Mr. G seemed slightly confused but gazed into Zach's eyes. For a few moments, both males stared at each other, as if waiting for the other to act.
"Uh, they're intact. Not ruptured, thank God. Let me... uh, get you some ice, sir," Zach blurted.
"Uhm, yes, please," Mr. G replied, also snapping out of the moment.
Zach retrieved a large bag of ice and came back to the gym. Mr. G lay there, his shorts still around his knees as he cradled his red, swollen testicles in his hands. Zach saw that his cock was semi-erect but pretended not to notice as he handed the bag of ice to Mr. G who blushed as he thanked him.
"I'm so sorry for kicking you in the balls, sir," Zach apologized.
"It's my fault, dude. I was too clumsy and slow," Mr. G assured him as he gingerly placed the ice bag his naked aching balls.
Zach left and as he climbed the basement stairs, he looked back and caught a glimpse of Mr. G gazing at him with desire.
It had been a few years later. Cal and Zach were both in the same college. Zach returned home early for Thanksgiving and was dropping off some of Cal's things at his home.
"Hello!" Zach called out as he opened the unlocked door.
"Oh, hey, Zach!" Mr. G said as he entered the living room, wearing a skimpy pair of lime-green shorts. Zach couldn't help but to gawk. Cal's step dad was still as gorgeous and hunky as he remembered. He was beefier and more muscular than before. He had a little bit of a gut and some grey stubble but that just made him even sexier to Zach. That magnificent bulge he always fantasized about was as big and impressive as he remembered.
"Hey, Mr. G. Cal asked me to bring back some of his books and clothes. He's coming back in 3 days I think," Zach said.
"Oh, ok. Come with me to the gym. Let's catch up a bit. I haven't seen you in some time," Mr. G smiled.
Zach followed the older man to the basement gym, enjoying the sight of his fat, beautiful glutes bouncing about with every step he took. Mr. G continued to squat as they talked like they were old friends. The conversation soon turned towards dating and women.
"Cal's mom is great, don't get me wrong but sometimes she can't keep up with what I need, you know. I would like to hump at least twice a day but I know it can be tough on her, especially with this bad boy here," Mr. G said, grabbing his crotch and grinning. Zach blushed, unsure what to say.
"These big puppies make so much spunk and testosterone I'm always horned up. God, the last time we did anything was more than a week ago. My big boys are so full they kinda hurt. Fucking blue balls! Man to man, you know what blue balls are like. My nutsac just feels achy and heavy with all the cum trapped inside. I really need some release, man!" he complained as he sat next to Zach on the bench. He then put his thick, muscled arm around Zach's shoulder. Zach's head swam with a mixture of confusion, desire and guilt. He quickly got up and walked to the corner. A pair of large hands gently rested on his shoulders from behind.
"You've been working out, haven't you? You look like a gymnast, with your tight muscles. Look at that tight bubble butt!" Mr. G remarked as he grabbed Zach's ass cheek. Surprised, he spun around. Mr. G's face was inches away from his and he was naked, showing off his 8 inch boner and oversized, pendulous balls. He grabbed Zach's wrists and pinned him firmly against the wall. He was four times bigger than the college student, obviously horny as hell, and his intentions were clear.
"I've seen how you look at my junk, Zach. I noticed how hard your cock gets every time you look at me. You've got a really nice cock. It's the size of a fucking beer bottle!" Mr. G whispered. Zach got an instant erection despite his reservations.
"What would Cal say?" he blurted.
"He doesn't need to know. No one needs to know. Let me fulfil your deepest, darkest fantasies, Zach," he smiled. The behemoth used his massive size advantage to trap the college student in the corner.
"My deepest, darkest fantasies? Are you sure, Mr. G?" Zach replied, with a grin and glint in his eyes. His initial surprise and disgust was replaced by a churning lust.
"Yes," Mr. G answered and leaned in for a kiss. Zach returned the kiss passionately then snapped his knee upwards, smashing the older man's plump, cum-laden, dangling testicles. His expression changed into a mask of confusion and disbelief. Before the bodybuilder could react, Zach blasted his knee into his bloated balls another three more times in rapid succession. Mr. G let out a guttural groan as he slumped to the ground in abject agony, laying in a crumped heap at Zach's feet.
His flashback over, Zach looked down at the prostrate, whimpering giant. He turned him on his back and looked into his big, scared puppy dog eyes.
"This is my fantasy, Mr. G," Zach whispered as he sat hard on the hefty man's midsection knocking the wind out of him. Facing Mr. G's crotch, he reached down and grabbed his plump, fleshy balls. With one overgrown testicle in each hand, Zach began by gently massaging the sensitive orbs. The big man's groans soon turned into soft moans of pleasure. As his limp cock began to harden, Zach applied more pressure on the nerve-filled meatballs, digging his finger tips into the distended, fleshy organs. The bodybuilder began whimpering as pain replaced pleasure and his big, bloated balls began screaming with agony. His thick legs quivered in anguish as Zach cruelly kneaded his corpulent, traumatized testicles. He patted Zach's back desperately, as if trying to tap out of a fight. Zach laughed sadistically as Mr. G let out different squeals as he dug his fingers into different parts of the sobbing man's testicles. He then crushed the fat, fleshy organs in each hand so hard that shiny bubbles of testicular meat protruded between his fingers. The colossal bodybuilder was besides himself with pain, crying loudly in utter anguish.
Deciding to toy with his prey further, Zach stopped crushing the stricken bodybuilder's aching balls, which were swelling even more and turning red. He gently stroked his cock, and despite the pain, he became hard again. As Mr. G approached orgasm, his distended scrotum began to pull upwards and Zach immediately stopped stroking his dick. Instead, he raised his fist high and brought it down hard on Mr. G's bright red and very swollen balls drawing a loud scream and making his huge legs spasm and kick. His cock immediately deflated but Zach began stroking it again to bring him to the edge of orgasm before cruelly smashing his fist into the hysterically-sobbing man's abused testicles. The sadistic Zach continued this for almost 30 minutes, alternating pleasure and inhumane pain but denying him any release. The tormented hulk's traumatized ballsac had turned purple and swollen to the size of a melon.
Zach turned around and gazed into Mr. G's handsome, tear-stained face. He was a blubbering mess at this point, his balls, body and brain wracked by pain he never felt before.
"Please don't beat my balls anymore," Mr. G begged miserably as Zach commanded him to get on all fours. Zach dropped his own pants, revealing his impressive boner and got behind the kneeling giant. He spread the older man's large ass cheeks and began rimming his pink virgin hole. Mr. G moaned in ecstasy as Zach's tongue thrust in and out of his hole. Zach then slid his whopping cock into his tight hole, drawing a loud yelp of protest.
"Come on, Mr. G. You said you wanted to fulfil my fantasy, didn't you? Zach asked as he slowly began thrusting. The older male was soon moaning in pleasure as Zach began pounding his big, pasty ass.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Mr. G squealed after about 10 minutes. Zach reached forward and grabbed his puffy, aching balls, squeezing them as he pounded his ass harder. Mr. G screamed in ecstasy and agony as globs of male milk squirted copiously from his throbbing cock.
"Unnhhh... you're crushing my balls... please stop," he pleaded as the final drops of cum dripped from his deflating cock on to the mat.
"I'm making sure they're completely empty, Mr. G. Don't want to leave you with blue balls," Zach laughed as he squeezed the distressed hulk's sore testicles and pounded his fat ass even harder.
"My turn to cum. I'm gonna fill your muscle pussy up!" Zach soon exclaimed as he ejaculated. Completely spent, Zach pulled his cock out of his best friend's step dad's red, gaping hole and a stream of creamy jizz dripped down the back of his pendulous, swollen scrotum.
"Damn. You did fulfil my deepest, darkest fantasies, Mr. G! I think I need to pay you another visit soon!" Zach exclaimed as the enormous bodybuilder collapsed face down onto the sweat and cum-covered mat, mumbling incoherently as his entire body pulsated with a mixture of both pleasure and anguish. Zach fetched a big bag of ice, returned to the gym and placed it on Mr. G's bruised and battered balls before leaving.
