Ball Buds 09

Toby rang my phone after work one evening.

"You could raise that lazy carcass off the couch and come fetch your new coffee table I have finished. I'm afraid it won't fit in my snazzy sports car unless I chop it into kindling, boss."

"No chopping allowed. Guess you need an upgrade to a more versatile and practical SUV. That sports car draws too much attention, anyway. I've seen the heads turn when you go around melting the pavement."

"Showcases my trim physique and my surfer suaveness, dude. No SUV will draw the eyeballs like my baby. And I wouldn't have all those manly rubberneckers to wink at, now would I?"

"As long as they don't wink back," I admonished him. "You'd best not be flirting with anyone but me," I warned.

"No time to flirt or wink since I've been sanding and refinishing your new coffee throne. Hope you found some nice books to display on it. Wait, did you hear that, boss?"

"Hear what?" I asked, mystified. "All I'm hearing is your whining about no time to flirt."

"There it is again! I heard it, clear as day. It was the Purple People Pleaser calling shotgun! I knew it! It wants to ride along with you when you come for the table!"

I groaned, hating I had fallen for his shenanigans. "Maybe I'll just send it solo to pick up the table. Sounds like you need it more than you need me. Hope it helps you load the table, scout," I added, acting like I was going to end the call.

"No way, boss! I need your rippling muscles and your quick wit and your sexy, sweaty self to fetch this here monster of a table. That piddly purple prick just can't compare."

"Flattery will get you everything you want. And probably stuff you don't. Tell you what. Instead of your precious purple prodder, how about I bring Big Blue?"

Big Blue?! What's that, bossman?"

"Oh, just a little surprise. Or make that a BIG surprise. It makes that purple probe look like my little dicklet. Without a foreskin, of course. It's big enough to take on boys like you, I bet. And leave you wanting more. But since you heard the puny purple one calling shotgun..."

"Wait, boss! I can hear Big Blue shouting over the purple one, telling it that it's a pussy, and how he is going to ride with you instead, and that the pathetic purple excuse for a prick can crawl back into whatever hole he came out of. And wither away. Heard it clear as a bell."

"I think you're delirious and delusional," I sighed. "Or drunk. Maybe I'll have to take your temperature when I get there. Anally, of course. And maybe give you a shot of something to make you better."

"I bet Big Blue could help you with that. Hurry on over, now. I think I'm breaking into a cold sweat and my temperature is rising. Along with other things."

"Playing doctor with you will be a first. But I promise it will be a thorough exam. No hole left unprobed. My new medical motto." I hung up and went for my Jeep keys. And I tucked Big Blue under my arm.

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Toby was lying on top of my coffee table stark naked. He grinned up at me with a wolfish sneer. "Time to test out my workmanship, boss. Break in this baby right. See if the legs wobble even a little. Climb aboard, bossman. But you might lessen the load a bit by ditching those duds."

From what little I could see of the table under Toby's sprawled form, it was a lovely shade of blue, a mysterious color that hinted at both purple and green, but very subtly. He had distressed the edges and patches here and there, giving it a timeworn, vintage feel, and had added some antique hardware on its storage drawer, along with some accent corners in the same metal. It was exactly the refurbishing it needed.

"Not sure which is the work of art here, scout. You, or this fantastic hunk of furniture your shapely ass is gracing."

"The hunk would be on top, here," he crowed, massaging his thick chest carpet and pinching his rosy nipples. "Now, are you gonna join me, or just stand there getting that foreskin all wet and dripping for me? That tasty tube needs a little bit of lovin'. And my tonsils need a little bit of your slick stuff right this minute. How about it? Been thinking of your precum popsicle all day. Or maybe I should say popsuckle?"

"Sicle or suckle, I'm in," I agreed, dropping my pants and stripping off the rest of my clothes as quickly as possible. "And here I thought you were just welcoming Big Blue."

"We'll make time for him later. Right now, I'm hungry for tubesteak with lots of gravy. And since it's attached to you, you've gotta climb on up here and feed me my treat."

I awkwardly straddled Toby and the table, afraid to bear too much weight on the table. I remembered how wobbly it was when we bought it, and I didn't want it to collapse before I even got it home. I didn't spare a thought for Toby. I had weighed him down before. No worries about him wilting under me.

"It's okay, Jace. I reinforced this sucker well. You can sit on me and it with no heebie jeebies. Plop on down here to give me better access," he licked his lips in anticipation.

Taking him at his word, I plunked down on his chest, taking over the massaging of his luxurious hair and pinching of his rosy nipples. I raised his arms and tickled his abundantly hairy armpits, making him squirm and shriek, him bucking so that he almost unseated me. His ball weight thumped against the top of the table, and I scolded him. "You're gonna scar up my table with your nutrock, nut. I don't want it scratched up from your thrashing." I tickled him again visciously, stopping only to grab hold of his woolly chest to anchor myself more securely as he tried to escape.

"I can't suck you if you keep doing that, boss," he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "And I really need to. Scout's honor," and he had the audacity to do that silly salute.

"How bad, poet? Bad enough to buck me off here?" I attacked his armpits and his ribs in turn, reducing him to a quivering, giggling, gasping pile of mush. Except for his hale and hearty cock, of course. It waved and wiggled as he jerked, flapping into my back and against my ass. I backed up a bit and ground my asscheeks against its hardness. Toby thrashed more enthusiastically.

"No, boss, not that. Not yet. I need your cum so bad. I need to taste it and swallow it down and feel you in my mouth and throat and taste you on my tongue. Please, Jace, please put your cock in my mouth and let me please your popsicle. It'll be a treat for both of us, I promise. I'll do a good job, and the way you're leaking and dripping on me, I don't think you'll regret it. Please, please, boss. Let me have it right this minute."

I scooted up his chest again, pausing to pinch those tempting nipples one more time before giving in to his begging. I let my cock leak on his lips for a moment, puddling the precum there, Toby licking it up greedily as I smeared it with the tip of my tube. He nibbled at my foreskin, nipping it very gently with his teeth, before sucking the whole thing deep into his hot, wet mouth.

His tongue caressed my tube, slipping under it and circling my cockhead with syrupy, slurping noises, Toby groaning in pleasure and satisfaction as he devoured my peter popsicle with such finesse and skill that he had me gasping and thrashing instead.

He let his treat pop out of his mouth to lick at my balls, sucking them one at a time, then together, sliding them both in and out, slicking them up and matting my ball hair, styling it with his tongue and lips, then restyling it as he lapped them in a different direction.

"Ball hair stylist. A new talent for you to advertise, hoss. I'll give you a good review on Yelp," I teased him, acting like it was ho-hum for him to be devouring my nuts.

He slipped my marbles out long enough to glare up at me. "I'll make you yelp, all right. Get ready, bossman" and he attacked both my cock and balls with a vengeance, suctioning and slurping and licking and almost knocking me off him in his quest to conquer my cum. I was the one shrieking now, trying to halt his frontal attack, him plundering my privates and pillaging with his tongue in places I didn't know existed. He was unstoppable, however, and he gobbled my goods until I was begging him to finish me and let me shoot deep in his throat. I grabbed onto his head, gripping his hair as he bobbed and slobbered, urging him on as the sensations of sparklers turned into bottle rockets and then Roman candles, finally a blazing burst of flame, colors, and white light as I exploded my cum into him, ribbon after ribbon of floating flame, fire shooting down his gullet and onto his tongue for him to finally get his tasty treat. And yelp I truly did, damn his eyes. Howled like a wild, raging, ravenous beast, grabbing Toby's hair to keep myself from flying into orbit.

I settled back to earth, shaking and sweating in the aftermath, still grasping Toby's hair in a death grip. It's a wonder I hadn't yanked it out. "You can let go now, boss. I was having a bad hair day anyway. No damage done," he smirked, so pleased with himself it was pitiful.

I wiped a bit of cum from my still oozing cock. "Shut up and eat this vanilla shake. Shake from the cocksnake. Gotta get your protein, poet." He licked the little glob from my finger as I slid it between his lips. He kissed my fingertip and began sucking on it. My exhausted cock twitched in spite of my efforts not to let it. Toby grinned some more as he noticed.

"Table held up pretty well, huh?" he asked. "Whadda ya think of it?"

"I think I'll shelter under it if there's a tornado or earthquake. Seems a mite sturdier than when we found it, Toby. And it's beautiful. This color is so unique and almost liquid the way it changes in the light. I'm right proud of it. I love it. Gonna look good in my shabby chic hacienda."

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We got dressed long enough to haul the table out and manhandle it into my Jeep. I had brought some old quilts to cover and cushion it. We finished tucking it in, then went back inside. "It's truly a work of art, Toby. You did an amazing job on it. I'm tickled to death with the color. How did you manage that?"

"Multiple mysterious magics," Toby dodged the question handily. "And a couple of YouTube videos," he admitted, smiling.

"So, when are you coming over to help me hang my mirror? And stage my cool cookie jar and vase and lamp and stuff? You know I'm clueless when it comes to such. And you, sir, are evidently the magical mysterious muse I need. Along with YouTube, natch."

Toby snorted. "Anytime, bossman. Let me know when you're ready. But one condition. That mirror won't hang right until I see your naked reflection looking back at me. That's the only thing that will complete it. So you'll have to strip your shabby chic self if you want my help."

"That could be arranged. After I work on my tan and manscape myself and get some dick enhancement and visit the gym about a thousand times. And maybe a mani and a pedi..."

"Halt. Stop. Desist. I want the real, unadulterated you. Not that fake facade that so many guys work so hard to maintain. Just you. No alterations needed. Well, we might trim those ears down a bit, make them less of a mouthful when I nibble on them. But, other than that..." He took the opportunity to engulf my ear with his slick, slobbery mouth, licking and tickling till I wriggled away, laughing.

I twisted around behind him, clasping him in a bearhug. I began to caress his nipples through his shirt, and they immediately peaked and poked out impressively. They seemed to be a hotspot for him, and I took full advantage, circling and pinching and probing until he groaned and twisted in my arms, but I held him secure. "Big Blue's looking for some action, hoss. Are you looking for any?"

"Got my eyes peeled for some," Toby answered, gasping at my nipple play. His sweatpants tented in harmony with his chest buds as I roved and roamed across his pecs. "And I could peel the rest of me, if that would help."

"I'll be doing the peeling, bub. You just worry about how much you're gonna stretch to take my blue baby. And, yep, he's a big boy."

"You gonna tie me down, bossman? You know I kinda come harder when that happens," he 'uurked' as I twisted his nipple extra enthusiastically.

"Not this time," I disappointed him. "I need you to be as free and flexible as possible to fit this in you. And I might need your help to get it all in. And, yep, you're gonna take it all. Big Blue wants all or nothing. You game?"

"All or nothing. huh?" Toby pretended to consider this. "Sounds like my kind of challenge. Good thing my ass is super elastic bubble plastic. Just like that old, old commercial, remember that, Jace?"

"Nope. Way before my time." I grasped his nipple firmly and pulled him, shirt, sweatpants, and all, into his bedroom, pausing on our way to grab Big Blue and some super lube I had brought along that I had ditched when ditching my duds before. I prodded Toby in the back with the monster, and he jumped, alarmed. "Quit poking me with that lumberjack log, dude. Did you pick that up from my woodpile on the way in?"

I kept a firm grip on his nipple, keeping him from turning to see what it really was. "Just march. Hup, twoop, threep, forp..." I ushered him into the bedroom and flung him onto the bed. He rolled over and his amazing eyes got really, really big with alarm or excitement or anticipation, I wasn't exactly sure which. Or maybe a combo of those things.

"Er, boss, that's not a lumberjack log, ulp,... it's not gonna..." he dwindled off, gulping.

"Meet Big Blue. Don't worry. You'll be meeting him more intimately here in just a minute. Now shake his hand like a gentleman and make his acquaintance." I thrust the gigantic head at him, and he obediently grasped the very bulbous, veiny shaft and chucked it up and down. "Pleased to meetcha, Big Blue," he managed. "Hope this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

"No fist bumping here," I told him. "Just ass bumping," and I thrust it into his ribs, making him quiver and laugh. "Now, howsabout we get to that peeling part?" I tossed Big Blue aside and began methodically stripping Toby, playing with all the parts I liked, him squealing when I got too energetic.

"Gonna have to have a little prep work this time, hoss. I'm gonna lube you up like you've never been lubed. Not even the stick of butter can compare to this. Your super elastic bubble plastic will have to come to the rescue. Or you'll split in two and I'll have two of you to play with. Bloody, but fun," I snickered, raising his legs and exposing his pretty pink pucker.

I rubbed the lube into his crack, going in with both hands to spread, stretch, and cajole his hole into relaxing and opening enough to start Big Blue inside. I grasped his cock with one slick hand, jacking him gently, trying to get him to unwind and enjoy Blue's visit. I lubed up the dildo equally well, bringing it to his hole and starting to push.

Toby grunted as he felt Blue touch him. He yanked a pillow under his hips to better the angle of insertion, and I pushed Blue a bit. Toby gasped and grabbed the headboard spindles, raising his ass even more as Blue invaded. I worked Blue slowly and carefully, easing just the tip of the head in, then withdrawing it and lubing it even more.

Toby let go of the headboard and grabbed his asscheeks to spread them as wide as he could, trying to make room. "Incoming," I yelled, shoving a bit more of Blue into him. I pulled it back out, then pushed it in a little farther, carefully, not wanting to hurt Toby, knowing he wanted and welcomed the big dick. He writhed and tried to push himself further onto the shaft. He was making some impressive progress.

His fucktube must have relaxed somewhat, because I managed to insert several more inches into him. He groaned in satisfaction and kept pushing, twisting his ass to open it up even more. "Halfway there, poet. Keep up the good work," I encouraged him, ever the cheerleader. I just needed pom poms.

I kept the lube coming, and Toby, trooper that he was, did his part, grasping the dildo along with me and ramming it further up him. He wriggled and panted, but it big blue shaft was disappearing into his hole more rapidly now. His stretched nutsack flopped atop the invading tool, his ballweight banging against it with every wiggle and thrust. It was sexy as fuck to watch.

I had stopped binding his sack with the rawhide laces. They had served their purpose by beginning to hold his balls away from his body and had stiffened and dried sufficiently to allow us to begin stretching more of his scrotum by using weights. We wanted the remainder of his stretch to be totally flexible and fluid, so that he could position his balls in his briefs as he wished. His long nutsack would take some getting used to.

His balls had already stretched more than I had dared hope. Shorter shorts would reveal his weighted nuts if he went commando. But we still had a long way to go.

At the moment, though, he seemed more concerned with wrestling Big Blue to the max. I grasped the huge thing and helped him, pushing and pulling out, pushing and pulling out, a process that continued to expand his gut, allowing Blue to have his way. "Come on, scout! Just a few more inches and you're there. Open up that gut and surrender to his charm." I pushed enthusiastically on the remaining shaft protruding from Toby's shapely ass. He grunted and hunched his knees back even more, wanting the entirety of Blue to slide in him. I lubed energetically.

Finally, both of us sweating and heaving for breath, Big Blue seated all the way in, Toby suctioning him completely up to Blue's fake dangling balls. Toby's eyes were glazed with pleasure, and I tapped on Blue's balls, sending waves of vibration up his shaft, making Toby tremble and twitch. "Wow-wee, poet! You really are elastic." Toby tremored at my words. "You're hotter than hell like that. Stretched to the nth degree. Want me to wiggle him a bit?" I asked innocently.

"No, no, not yet! Gotta get used to this ginormous gizmo, boss. But it feels fantastic! I can't believe it's all up in me. Holy smokes! Is it really all in, Jace?"

"Every inch. I'm even gonna take a picture so you can see for yourself later." I snagged my phone from the nightstand. I snapped away, recording close ups of the balls-deep monster in his ass and, even more sexy, the reaction and expressions on Toby's wonderful, beautiful face.

"Time to play, hoss," I slapped my phone down on the nightstand. I almost leaped on the bed, coming close to unseating Toby in my haste. He grabbed me, and we steadied each other. His hole had relaxed enough for me to begin sliding the dildo in and out with some more rapid rhythm, and Toby squirmed and thrashed in pleasure. Blue was huge, however, so I had mercy on him for awhile, then increased the power and speed of the thrusts. Toby accommodated Blue even better then, beginning to meet my hard, headlong heaves, his cock dribbling long, lovely drips of precum.

I had Toby put his cocked knees down and I flipped him over onto all fours, his ass pointing my way so I could continue playing. He grunted some as he repositioned, the dildo shifting and probing inside him in places previously untouched.

I wiggled Blue from side to side, enlarging Toby's already enlarged asshole, stretching him even more. He gasped and grunted, but I kept at it, changing it up by pulling Blue out and thrusting him back to his all-in position. Toby's precum puddled on the bedcovers, telling the story of his enjoyment, since he seemed unable to gasp it out coherently at the moment.

Finally, I began fucking Toby with Blue in earnest, energetically and powerfully, and he met the challenge well. He thrust back, and amazingly took the pounding I was giving him, stretched as he was, begging me to fuck him harder. And faster. His joy juice was flowing like a waterfall now, stringing from his big cock to the bed, and Blue was making squishy, liquid noises as it filled his ass, adding to the allure of the illusion of Blue actually coming inside Toby.