Chapter IV
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Friday: 10:17 A.M.
15th day of the 28-day cycle.
The wind tousles my hair as I pedal. It's not cold at all. Around twenty degrees with a sky dotted with sheep-shaped clouds. The perfect conditions for a long weekend at the peak of my 28-day cycle.
I turn around the corner, and I can already see Nico's house. The Peugeot 206 is already parked outside, and the guys are loading the bags into the open trunk.
Luca looks particularly handsome today, wearing blue joggers and a gray t-shirt that accentuates his torso with more muscle mass than I remembered. My eyes wander down to his bulge. If the seminar was right, it should have tripled in size by now... I take a deep breath. I already had a fingering session this morning before getting out of bed; I can make it to the lake house without losing my composure... I see Pablo coming out of the garage carrying a heavy bag. I notice a vein on his tanned bicep... I take a another deep breath. I can do this. I can do this...
"Good morning, everyone," I greet as I step into the scene, the sun reflecting off my chestnut locks. "Is everything ready for us to leave?"
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As soon as we get into the car, we set off towards Nico's lake house. By the time we reach the highway, I've lost count of how many times my gaze has wandered down Pablo's waist.
I tilt my head. I found out yesterday in the middle of that documentary that my heat affects the testicles of the tops I fuck with. And I had sex with all three of them, one each day. Also, my heightened libido (and partly my narcissism) I didn't pay much attention to their ballsacks in such detail before. But now I can't stop staring. Pablo is sitting next to me in the back seat, looking out the window, which gives me the opportunity to immerse my gaze into his pants. Some well-endowed eggs are definitely being hidden down there.
I clear my throat.
"Hey, when did they start growing? I mean, the balls bulging in your pants."
Luca turns around from the passenger seat.
"Mine started the same day we hooked up," he says.
"Yeah, same here," agrees Pablo. "They started itching at school, and when I got home, they were huge."
"Really?" I run my fingers over the fabric of Pablo's joggers. It's a bit warm, covering the largest tent I ever seen. I exhale, and my sphincter tightens. I feel a trickle of prostate fluid moistening my underwear.
My free hand slips into my own pants. I don't think I'll be able to keep my composure.
"Do you need some help?"
I answer by dropping my pants. I can't hold it any longer. Now I'm naked from waist to knees, my cock points to the car's roof. Pablo takes his seatbelt off, immediately afterward, he approaches as closely as possible to insert his fingers into my lubricated ass. I lean against my seat and spread my legs to give him better access. He is already inside. Two fingers sneak into my body and it's almost enough to appease the sexual hunger that overflows in me. Almost.
I gasp. I notice Nico's lascivious smirk as he spies on us in the rearview mirror, all while driving.
"Eyes on the road, please."
Pablo buries his fingers so deep I feel his knuckles hitting my buttocks. They make an exquisite noise when they slide in with the lube and when my sphincter tries to swallow them like the suction cups of an octopus. Then our lips meet, and his tongue enters my mouth. His free hand slips under my shirt, scratching my abs.
Luca turns around from the passenger seat just in time to watch me cum. My toes twist and I exhale all the air I have in my lungs as my prostate implodes. More transparent liquid oozes out of me. I don't have to look to know we are making a mess in the car seats.
"We're almost there," Nico announces. The car takes a curve, and I feel us transition from pavement to a gravel road. The lake house is less than a kilometer away.
A few minutes pass and I still feel the orgasmic wave reverberating.
"What should I do?" Pablo asks. "Should I keep going?"
His fingers are still inside my hole. My cock heavy from the erection.
"Yeah, sure", I tell him. "We barely just began."
We jump over a bump, take another 90-degree turn, then I notice the car parking in front of the house. Nico is the first to get out and rushes to get the door for me. He kisses me passionately, and then pauses saying: "Let's continue inside." The four of us get out of the car and start taking off clothes as we make our way into the house.
A sneaker, a t-shirt, and a pair of pants create a trail as we advance in a whirlwind of kisses and caresses. I don't know if it's Luca the one grabbing my swollen buttocks or if it's Pablo the one I'm locking lips with. It could be Nico the one who throws me onto the queen-sized bed that dominates the room. I force myself to take a deep breath. I feel the soapiness of the blankets, the musk of human sweat, and the sexual tension dancing in the air.
Before they can climb onto the bed, I raise myself on my elbows and say, "Take off your pants."
The three of them exchange glances, their torsos already bare. Yes, I want to look at their swollen balls (I'm a simple guy). I reach out my arm and almost rip off the first belt I find.
Turns out to be Nico's. First, his circumcised manhood peeks out, the red head contrasting with the paleness of the shaft. He lowers his pants to his ankles. He's not even wearing underwear. Under normal circumstances I would be rolling my eyes, but now I can't look away from his oversized balls. They certainly look like two chicken eggs.
"Wow," I blurt.
"Yours are huge, Nico."
"Let´s see what you two pack."
"Whoever has the largest pair, fucks me first," I add.
Pablo undresses in one go. His brownish balls look overloaded, but they're no bigger than Nico's. Luca removes his pants with great parsimony. The rest of us just stared at him. His ballsack looks very tensed and pulled towards the ground, as if gravity itself were grabbing him by the testicles. And what testicles! The left one slightly larger than the right. They hang just above his crotch with so much weight that they seem ready to fall off his scrotum.
I feel another wave of wetness flooding my anal walls. I can only think about the amount of cum these guys are producing.
"Well, shall we compare?"
Nico is in the middle. Luca to his left and Pablo to his right. Each one raises his dick to show off his testicles. There is no doubt.
"It looks like I win," Luca steps forward, his penis twitching as if anticipating the events. We all look at him. "Pablo, can you fetch a condom?"
Pablo blinks, "I don't have condoms, Nico does."
"What? No, Pablo! I don't have them. You were supposed to bring them."
