"Skidder," murmured Gretchen, "why do your testicles feel funny?" He had just shot inside her tight pussy and they were lying in somebody's bed, recovering so they could fuck again. The "tits-out" party downstairs was in full swing and occasionally they could hear a voice they recognized. Their college friends, all in their third year, when they were allowed to live off campus, were talking loudly, dancing, feeling each other up, and making out, like any normal tits-out party.
Gretchen hadn't brushed her hair back since turning over to lie next to Skidder. She was still wearing the light blue altered tank top with no neckline -- no point taking it off when it came down so low it completely exposed her firm, B-cup tits, displaying them nicely and making them readily available for fondling. Her denim skirt was hiked up around her hips so her pussy was freely available to Skidder, evidence of the haste with which they had run upstairs and dived into the first free bed they could find in the old farmhouse. She never wore panties anymore. Skidder had used a condom so there was no problem with leaking onto somebody's clean sheets.
"I shaved my nuts," Skidder said. He had spent the last half hour fondling the tall girl's small tits, just like she liked it done, before, during, and after he boned her. Now he was lying on his back and she was on her side, facing him, long hair covering her face over her eyes and spilling over his chest. Without her glasses, she couldn't see his face clearly in the dim light anyway but she knew what he looked like. Knew what his dick looked like, too. But she realized now that she had never taken a really good, hard look at his balls. She remembered that they were red, is all.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked. "They do feel real smooth, like velvet. Nice." She was rolling them in her hand, tugging on his scrotum, feeling all the little cords and bumps that can be found in a young man's sack. And, of course, gently squeezing his egg-sized balls. Skidders balls hung low and she liked to see them swing when he walked.
"That's why I did it, so they would feel so good you'd want to suck on them," he replied. "You can suck my balls now without getting hairs between your teeth." This was a hint about what he really wanted. She had never sucked on his nuts, ever. His dick, often, but never his nuts. "Why don't you shave your pubic hair? It'll be fun to rub up on bare skin." That was a great idea and Gretchen made a mental note to shave her brown, abundant muff the very next day. If she were at home she'd have done it right then but the girls who rented this farmhouse might not appreciate her using one of their razors and making a mess in the bathroom in the middle of a tits-out party.
Skidder leaned over and kissed her, his hands moving back to their accustomed position on her diminutive tits. His breath felt like beer but she welcomed his attention because from her point of view her tits hadn't been fondled nearly enough tonight -- she had gone upstairs with Skidder before she got her fair share of being handled by the guys. You go to tits-out parties to get felt up, if you're a girl, and to feel girls up, if you're a boy.
Skidder climbed on top of her again and got between Gretchen's long legs. Now that he had told her, she noticed the difference in his hairless balls as they rubbed against her thighs. He had put on another condom and was sucking on her little nipples, getting her ready for another good, hard boning before they went back downstairs. But Gretchen pushed him off and did something new instead, something he had hoped for but didn't expect. She sucked his balls one at a time into her mouth. She felt the smooth velvety skin of his shaved scrotum in her mouth as she moved his nuts around with her tongue. She had to admit it was sexy -- first time she had handled balls without hair and she liked it. She fondled and tongued him for several minutes, enjoying all the little cords and tubes and lumpy organs in his sack which she could feel with her tongue, lips, and fingers. Then she lay back, spread her long, skinny legs and invited him to resume boning her.
Skidder was inside her again and she was enjoying being humped a second time but she especially enjoyed the slap of his big, low-hanging shaved nuts against her taint and it inspired her. That's when she got the idea!
Gretchen had a brain wave! The same idea behind a tits-out party but applied to swinging nutbags! By the time she came to her second booming climax of the night, she had the basic idea, if nothing else, clearly in her mind. It was a good thing she remembered it after her orgasm! Usually, she left those tits-out parties almost wasted, pleasantly post-multi-orgasmic, incapable of rational thought, mind reliving the most intense sexual moments of the night in a continuous loop, driving home more or less on autopilot in the wee hours of the morning. That night, for a change, she kept an idea in her head and did not forget it.
She and her roommate Felicity were regulars at the tits-out parties that were so popular that summer. She just loved the thrill of showing up for parties with her breasts on display and letting her friends, new and old, feel her up. Tits-out parties had practically become her whole sex life, and getting felt up was almost a fetish. That was true for a lot of her private college classmates, once they got to the third year and were allowed to move off campus. During those dreary first two years on campus, most of them got kind of hooked on groping with their clothes on because that was all they could do safely while they were confined to the dormitories. After those pregnancy scandals, the school had really cracked down and taken the fun out of college life while they were young. But the third year was liberation at last! Free of all those strict college rules, they went a little wild when they got their own apartments but they still loved to grope!
So what was this big idea involving boy's nuts? The idea was simple in principle but complicated in practice: If the girls could display their boobs and get felt up by boys at tits-out parties, why couldn't guys display their balls and get groped by girls at parties? But it had to be balls, not dicks and balls. After all, at a tits-out party it's breasts that are on display, not cunts. You had to leave something to the imagination or it's not sexy! So she made up a rule that for a "balls-out" party, guys had to pull their dicks straight up in their pants and let only their scrotum hang out of their fly. And they had to be that way when they came to the front door or they wouldn't be let in! It was just like the rules for girls at a tits-out party, only the conditions applied to guys.
Gretchen had come to the party with her pal and roommate, Felicity. Felicity and Skidder were both what she called her "fuckbuddies", not serious or long-term girlfriend or boyfriend but just good, solid "friends with benefits", who stuck by each other and were always available for sex if Gretchen hit a dry spell or didn't have a date some night. But that didn't mean she didn't have feelings for them. Skidder was really sweet and some days she thought she could fall in love with him if he could just lose the skateboard and take her somewhere besides the pizza place, which he only did on nights when there was a two-for-one special. She felt a powerful attraction for Felicity, too, and when she wasn't around their apartment Gretchen had been secretly sniffing her soiled panties.
She had been rooming with Felicity for two years already, since before they moved out of the dorms. She often got hot for her roommate, even though she thought she was basically straight and could have boys like Skidder over whenever she wanted now that they were off campus. Felicity was so cute and her pussy was so sweet -- it smelled divine, and tasted so good! Gretchen had even worked out a ploy that would give her an excuse to lick Felicity's pussy almost every night, supposedly as a way of rewarding her for doing her Econ homework, like that would help her study! She was going to spring it on Felicity tonight when she went downstairs. All she had to do was get Frank and Skidder to go along with it for show but of course they wouldn't be around Felicity every night when the homework was done, like a roommate would -- a great set up for Gretchen! Later, she ran into Horst and got him to agree to be the grand penis prize for Felicity if she passed the course! She knew Felicity was hot for Horst and any normal horny straight guy would want to bone Felicity, given a chance, and Horst was a normal horny straight guy, even if he did have pretensions to be the misunderstood artist. Or was it misunderstood philosopher this week.
On their way home from the tits-out party, Gretchen told Felicity about her new idea. Felicity had had a little too much to drink and was still a little too postorgasmic to comment. She was still overwhelmed from the unexpected boning with Dave and the surprise of her nipplegasms. But she was also still gushingly sentimental about Gretchen's offer and her other friends' generosity in helping her study, by giving her a reward every night for doing her homework. She didn't have much to say about Grethcen's idea that night except that she liked the idea of doing with guy's balls what they had been doing with her boobs.
Gretchen sat on the idea for another three days, working out the details and writing rules down on paper, before she ran it by Skidder. He thought it was great! He'd happily shave his balls again for that kind of party! Soon she had brought in Frank and then more friends and soon they were ready to organize their first balls-out party!
The apartment where Felicity and Gretchen lived together was plenty big enough for the two roommates but a little cramped for a party. There were two bedrooms, one of which was used for sleeping (Felicity and Gretchen slept in the same bed, and sometimes in each others' arms) and the other was set up for study. Then there was a living room that they tried to keep neat for company and a kitchenette, where they would put the beer. (This time they would just be cans. There wouldn't be enough people coming to get a keg, they thought.) The wine (which many girls preferred) would go on the table in the little breakfast nook. Fortunately, their front door was around a corner, out of sight of most of the other apartments. This meant that guys could safely pull out their balls at the last minute, without having to let them swing in plain view, all the way down a long corridor, before knocking on their door.
The night arrived and about 8:00, the girls invited to the first-ever local balls-out party, about a dozen of them, started to arrive. Most of them were regulars at tits-out parties and so it seemed weird to them to show up for a party with their tits covered! Some of them didn't like it at first -- they wanted to show off and get felt up! Then about 9:00 the male guests started to arrive, greeted with hoots and hollers by the ladies, who had gotten a head start on the wine!
It was really a sight to see! Each guy had a sheepish grin on his face as the door opened, standing there with his (usually brownish-pink) nut sack hanging out of his fly! If it hadn't been for the hand-lettered sign on the door that said "Remember the Rules or You Don't Get In!" a lot of them would have figured it was just a set-up or a practical joke and wouldn't have done it. Unlike girls, who usually went to tits-out parties together, the guys were mostly coming in one at a time. They were greeted by one of the girls (the guys didn't know it but the girls had agreed to take turns answering the door), who always said hello, looked down at their hanging scrotum, and then picked it up in their hand, tugged it a little, and squeezed the nuts just a bit. "You've got a full sac there!" they almost always said, even if the guy's testicles weren't really that big. Had to make the macho males feel good if they were going to get action later!
