The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur.
Pam Become the Belle of the Balls...
"I have a confession to make and I'm a little embarrassed to tell you what it is," were words I immediately regretted uttering the moment I heard them out loud.
I had said them to Krystal when we were tucked away in a corner of our favorite post-work Friday night hangout, where the music was loud and the appetizers and beverages substantial. My regret was due to my not having a complete understanding myself of what I was about to say to her. I had developed this sudden fetish about something that, on the surface, might seem ridiculous, but it has been living rent free in my mind recently and I wasn't entirely sure if I should share this bizarre feeling with anyone, ever.
I guess I should go back to when I believe it all began. It was the night I pegged Zach while sitting on our now favorite chair to have sex on, formerly known as our "Blowjob" chair. As he was fucking his ass with the Monster dildo attached to my strap-on harness, his hands grasping the back of the chair and his knees on either side of my hips, I had his junk literally on my chest. Now you know I've been up close and personal with it so many times before. I mean, with just the untold number of blowjobs alone, you'd of thought I couldn't find anything new or interesting about them since I've licked 'em, sucked 'em, had them in my mouth, shaved 'em and fondled them. But, au contraire. On this particular night I found myself enamored with, now get this, his BALLS. That's right! His cajones, testes, nuts, nutsack, jewels, gonads, scrotum or, as the British are wont to say, ballocks. I, myself, prefer the commonly accepted term, balls.
That night and in that position it was physically impossible to blow him, so I spent the entire time handling them. I lifted them up to get at his taint. I pulled on them, amazed at how far they could stretch. I cherished the smooth almost silky feel of them when they were extended. I rolled the twin orbs over my fingers like a magician does with a coin. Then I felt them contract and tighten up. The smooth feeling now gone as he got ready to cum. The ridges and perineal raphe (the line down the middle of his scrotum) now prominent. And maybe I'm imagining it, but I think I felt them pulse as he shot stream after stream of warm jizz onto my chin and chest.
Since that night, I've become, I wouldn't say obsessed, more like extremely fascinated with men's balls. And not just Zach's. I've caught myself searching out porn videos featuring them. Prostate milking vids, ball bondage vids, vids featuring ball sucking and though I'm not a fan, I've found myself staring at consensual ball torture (vigorous slapping or paddling) videos too. Not for long, mind you, I'm not into inflicting pain. I doubt I could do it even if asked. I've scanned adult toy websites for apparatus and found ball cradle vibrators, testicle vises, Oxball cock and ball rings, ball stretchers, nut splitters, cages, weighted and unweighted clamps and chastity jockstraps and straight jackets. I've read articles in Cosmopolitan, Slate and Vanity Fair written by women discussing ball play do's and dont's, likes and dislikes as well as surveys to determine how many women give balls a thumbs up or a thumbs down or just a "meh".
So believe me when I say, I've become almost an expert on all things concerning testicular play in a very short period of time. And now I think I wanna try some of what I learned on Zach. That brings us back to Krystal and I in our secluded booth in the corner.
"Tell Father Krystal your sins, my child," Krystal mocked, holding her hand up along side her face, mimicking a confessional screen.
"This may sound strange, so please don't judge me too harshly, but, but.........lately I'm really into balls," I offered.
"What? Like golf, soccer, basketball, volleyball, tennis? What kinda balls?" she queried.
"Men's balls. You know, testicles. I mean, recently I've become infatuated with them. And I know it sounds weird, but I'm suddenly fascinated. I've never shied away from touching, licking or sucking them, you know. But now I feel like I want to play with them more. Like concentrate my full attention on them. Make them the emphasis of my sex play. Does that make sense? Am I crazy?" I rapidly rambled.
"Whew. That's a lot to process. Take a breath and a sip of your drink while I think about that," Krystal said calmly.
The next minute passed in silence. Then Krystal spoke.
"First of all, no, you're not crazy. We all got our own kinks. Secondly, who am I to judge anyone? I mean, I've done some crazy shit, and I'm not just counting what you know, cause there's been some other stuff. And thirdly, I think you'll find that there are probably lots of women who feel the same way about them," she consoled.
"In my research....."
"Wait! You've done research?" she laughed.
"Yes I have," I chuckled. "I'm not proud. I did find that women are pretty divided when it comes to them. Some love 'em, some hate 'em and most are just, I can take 'em or leave 'em." And saying that, we both broke out in laughter.
"So, when did you realize you had this, shall we say, fetish?" Krystal continued.
