Thomas' balls were massive. After twenty-six days without an orgasm, they were more swollen than any time in his entire life. As the lukewarm water of the shower cascaded across his body, he couldn't help but take each of them in his hands and feel their heft and girth. His balls normally would most accurately be described as dainty. He simply wasn't one of those men with a stallion cock and two tennis balls proudly dangling below. Normally, he just had two little grapes that clung close to his body, and they clung especially close when his dong hit its full four erect inches.
At times like now when he wasn't erect, his little nub and balls seemed more like ornaments than real sex organs. None of this bothered him actually; he'd long ago given up any insecurities surrounding his member, settling in to a healthy, fun albeit a bit boring sex life with his wife Diane, whom he had been married to for fourteen years. Thomas learned early that you didn't need a large member to satisfy someone, you just needed some nimble fingers, an agile tongue, and a willingness to keep going until your partner was satiated. Diane had never been able to orgasm without a high degree of clitoral stimulation anyway so finding a partner who loved to eat her out for as long as she needed was a perfect pairing.
This current, swollen predicament was intensely foreign to him. Since finding himself as a young teenager, he had never gone nearly this long without relieving the pressure. His entire pelvic region tingled with pent up sexual energy. His once wilted grapes had swollen and now hung low off his body. When sitting he now had to keep his legs spread apart to provide ample space for his swollen testes. Normally he spent much of his time sitting with one leg crossed over the other, a position now made impossible. There was nothing he seemed to do in his daily life that didn't remind him subtly that his testicles were currently home to several weeks of unspent loads. They sat strangely in his underwear, as he showered his brain seemed to feel like he needed to take at least a few minutes every day to soap and clean them, they occupied his mental space as much as the once free space between his legs.
Thomas was not in this position by choice - his cock simply wouldn't go erect and thus he couldn't orgasm. He'd tried masturbating a dozen times, he and Diane had had a half-dozen sexual encounters in the last few weeks. She had tried sucking on him, they had tried stimulating it with their hands, they had watched porn together and he had even tried to penetrate her. They all ended with long sessions of cunnilingus for her and an ever-increasing ache for him. He reflected on all of this as the shower water continued to lazily drip down his naked form. As he'd done many times before, he tried a few dozen furious tugs to see if the blood would start flowing.
It wasn't like he wasn't in the mood. For weeks, sex was just about the only thing that Thomas could think about. He dreamed about it, he day-dreamed about it, he found himself trolling though porn sites whenever he had an idle moment; he thought about licking tits and blowjobs, and most of all the sweet release of his orgasm. And yet, his little nub remained flaccid. His self-pleasure once again had no effect, leaving him with a continued feeling of discomfort.
All of this is why he jumped when Diane said that she had researched a potential solution to his issue. She didn't cue him on the details but had instructed him to eat lightly that day and to take a long shower before she arrived home at 3PM from her shift as a general practitioner at the local hospital. Even though he had worked from home for years and set his own schedule, Thomas always tried to keep a strict 9-5 schedule. Despite that, he counted down the seconds until he could reasonably hop in the shower and await his wife's return. He told himself that 2:30 would be reasonable, but he couldn't fight the urge and was soaping and massaging himself by 2:26. He spent nearly the next twenty minutes alternatively trying to get himself hard and being entranced by just how much his balls had grown.
A few minutes before 3:00 he heard Diane pull into the garage, toweled himself off, and hopped onto the bed to eagerly await his wife's potential solution. She walked into their bedroom still in her scrubs, gave him a quick kiss and told him to hang tight. When she returned all she was wearing were a pair of latex gloves. Thomas felt an initial tickle of excitement; they used to roleplay as doctor and patient when Diane was in med-school but they hadn't done so in years because she felt it hit too close to her professional life. Perhaps this was the little spark that he needed to get some blood into his cock.
She hefted his balls in one of her hands, cupping them, weighing them, and assessing their fullness. "I've never heard of someone who normally has such cute little balls growing big juicy limes like these before" she said more as an observation to herself than as dirty talk. Gently she started to rub the head of his cock, pulling his flaccid one incher with two fingers to try to stimulate some movement. Thomas felt for a moment like this may finally be what he needed, like he was finally about to get an erection. But after a few minutes to trying all Diane had managed to do was to massage one tiny droplet of precum out of him.
