Ball Buds 05

The next weekend, I was free once more to go hiking, but the weatherman's gloomy forecast caused us to rethink our plans. The remnants of a tropical storm were moving through, and it promised steady rain and cooler temperatures. Keeping Toby naked in those conditions was not very practical or appealing, although I always enjoyed seeing his chest hair matted and dripping. So Toby invited me to his place, promising to cook in the nude. How could I refuse that?

As I pulled up at his house in my Jeep, it was pouring rain, so I fumbled into my rain jacket before dashing to his door. He pulled open the door before I could knock, and his wonderful eyes gave me an up-and-down once-over, taking in my dripping coat and wet shoes.

Nevertheless, he pulled me inside by my soaked lapels and soundly kissed me and my very wet lips. "You're dripping on my high-class linoleum, bossman. Mind shedding some of those drippy duds?"

I shucked off the jacket and my shoes. He hung the coat on a hall tree to drip dry and slid the shoes under a nearby bench. "You could keep going with the strip show, you know. But hold on. I'll bring you a towel."

He brought the towel, and instead of handing it to me, he proceeded to dry my hair and wipe me down, giving extra attention to my crotch and ass. "All done, boss," as he used the fluffy towel on my feet. "Come on in."

This was the first time I had been in Toby's place, and I whistled at his flair for decor. His living room and what I could view of the rest of the house was straight out of one of those fancy magazines with glossy pages giving tips on style and color choices.

"Wow, poet! I'm impressed!" I ran my hand down a shapely vase filled with fresh flowers. "Another hidden talent?" He waggled his brows at me suggestively. "Got lots of those, boss." Then he shrugged. "It's just a hobby. I enjoy prowling yard sales and thrift shops. And flea markets flip my flapjacks. No big deal."

"No big deal," I huffed. "This is magical! How about stylin' up my place a little. I'll hire you to help me out if it'll end up anything like this."

"Hire me? That's insulting, Jace. I'll be glad to help you anytime. No charge. Maybe we can go prowling together sometime and pick out a few good finds. On second thought, I might let you treat me to another pizza...." He was grinning at me evilly.

"That reminds me. What did you think of Jerico, hoss? Reckon he just wants to ogle your beautiful body again?"

"Thought it was awful nice of him to bring back your change. But I think he might have had an ulterior motive." Toby reddened a little as he spoke. I chuckled at his discomfort. "With your pepperoni on parade, poet, you could have hordes of pizza guys beating down your door. And those meatballs of yours...." I smacked my lips. Toby reddened deeper. "Extra cheese, please."

"You're a nut," he smiled. "You need to go find Nibbles."

"Nope, he might bring his buddy, Stinky." We both laughed then, remembering our last camp exploits. "Ol' Stinky was ready to bite my toes off."

"Only because they smelled as bad as he did, dude," I tormented Toby. He gave me the finger. "Let's put Jerico on the back burner, boss. We can worry about him later."

He wrapped me in a big comfy bear hug. "Wanna have some breakfast? You remember I made you a promise....? "I would love some breakfast. And I know I'll love the eyeful I'll get when you keep that promise. Start shuckin' 'em, scout!"

He immediately bent down and removed his shoes and hopped a bit getting his socks off; His t-shirt soon joined the pile, then he slowly slid his shorts down, teasing me by dropping them an inch at a time, then hiking them back up only to drop them lower next time.

Finally, they puddled at his feet and he kicked them away. He stood in his bulging boxer briefs. I could see the outline of his ball weight in his underwear. "How's the weight lifting going?" I wondered, nodding at the heavy ball. "Had to take it off a time or two when it got really uncomfortable. But I've kept it on most of the time. Wanna peek?"

"I wanna do more than peek. Now, drop those drawers." At once, he ripped them down and off and stood before me in all his glory. His weight dangled, pulling his sack in a constant and consistent stretch. His blue bow looked like it had some dried cum on it, and was uneven and almost untied.

"We're gonna have to remedy that!" I said, poking at the bow with a finger. "You need a freshie. Good thing I brought the ribbon."

"Did you bring anything else, boss." Toby looked so hopeful that I hated to crush him. "Just some laces, just in case, and your ball gag. I always keep that blue ball boy handy, you know."

"Nothing purple, then?" Toby sighed. "I told you Purple Prick is on holiday. You'll just have to make do with my puny peter."

"Oh, the hardships I have to suffer," he grasped his hair dramatically, looking a picture of woe. "Guess I'll go make you an omelet and some oatmeal, then. You wanna prep the coffee, or are you just gonna stare at my pretty ass?

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"You were right, Toby. Your ass is pretty. But it's a lot prettier now." I had Toby tied to the table, hands bound to the legs at one end, feet at the other end. I had stuffed an apple in his mouth. He looked like a sacrificial pig. "In fact, it's a lovely shade of Valentine red." I gave his cheeks another swat with the flyswatter I wielded. "Reckon we should go for beet red or burgundy?"

I flicked the swatter with a bit more force. Toby's ass quivered and he groaned around the apple at that. I strolled to his head, flicking his ears as I passed with the swatter, causing him to sink his teeth deeper into the fruit. I plucked the apple from his pie hole and took a bite.

"You know I'm gonna fuck your ass royally, don't you?"

"With what?" he shot back, sneering. "You said you didn't bring my purple playmate--"

I cut him off by cramming the apple back in his mouth, making sure the bit side met his lips. "Cheeky, are we? Well, let's see what we can find to fill that void."

I tapped into his refrigerator and brought out the butter, placing it where he could see it. I began looking into drawers and opening cabinets to find a plaything or two. "A rolling pin, hoss? Hhuumm, that might be too big, even for you. Ah, here's something." I held up an ice cream scoop with a curving, bulbous handle, very dick-like. "Maybe this," I crowed, placing it on Toby's back. He flinched as the cold metal touched his skin.

In one drawer was a round rasp-like thing with a smooth, shapely handle, used to zest citrus rinds or something. "Lookee here, Toby. I could use either end of this."

Toby looked terrified at the thought of me zesting his asshole, so I was a tad mollified after his unthinking comment concerning my dick size.

I laid it on his back with the scoop, pointing the raspy part toward his crack, scrubbing it on his skin a little. Toby moaned and tried to plead around his apple, but it was all unintelligible. I got the butter, and, while he watched, I started greasing the handle of the scoop and the rasp. "Guess where these are going, scout? Super slick now." I slid a finger along the scoop handle. "Not purple, but it'll have to do."

I moved behind Toby, taking the butter. I got a gob on my finger and spread his cheeks, smearing it in his hole and up his crack. "Butterbutt once more," I informed him, smacking his ass some more with the swatter. He whined and twitched, but was unable to do much more.

I moved between his tied legs, showing him the lubed scoop first. I placed it against his hole and pressed a bit, acting like I was going to shove it up him. At the last moment, I replaced the scoop with my greased cock, and shoved that up him instead. To the hilt. Maybe with my undersized dick, I should have stuck with the scoop.

Toby squealed like he thought it was, indeed, the scoop until I started thrusting, my balls banging his buttery ass. "Like my toy, bro? Or I can quit now, if you'd rather," I teased him by pulling out almost all the way.

"Nooooo!" I made out pretty clearly behind the apple. He ground his hips toward me, trying to keep my cock captured, thrusting himself further onto me. "Was that an 'I want you to fuck me, please?"

Toby nodded frantically, still pushing towards me. "Are you sure, poet?" He wiggled his ass invitingly, my still-inserted cock feeling the effects. "Okay, then, here we go."

I began pounding his hole for all I was worth, Toby straining at his bonds, urging me on. I grabbed his hips and held on, and, as I came, cum gushing into Toby's pipe, shuddering and gasping, Toby shot off, too, and he bit the apple clean in two, part of it falling out and hitting the floor. He chewed the part that remained in his mouth and swallowed it. "Good apple, bossman." He craned his neck to grin at me.

I stayed inside him, slowly sliding around in my cum in his ass, playing in the mess I had made. My cock finally drooped and I slid out. "Oh, my, you have been a naughty Toby." I surveyed the cumshot he had squirted on the floor under the table. When tying him, I had made sure his junk hung below the table in case I wanted to play with it. He had blown an impressive load when he shot.

"What a mess! I'm afraid you'll have to clean that up. And I'm gonna have to increase the size of your ball weight a bit more. That might end your naughty ways."

I went to fetch the heavier weight from my pocket. "Let's take care of that right away." I hunkered under the table to unclip the smaller weight and replaced it with the larger one. Toby grunted a little as I let it swing. "Nice stretch, Mr. Fantastic! You'll be slobberin' on those balls in no time. Now, let's clean up your spunk."

I grabbed the greasy ice cream scoop and began scooping the puddle off the floor. "Open up, hoss, helicopter's comin' in for a landing." He obediently opened his mouth and slurped his own cum onto his tongue. It took several scoops to get it all in him, but he swallowed it all. "Good job, Toby. Nice and clean now."

I swirled my tongue around on the scoop, getting a taste of him, then I crawled under the table and sucked the leaking residue from his cockhead. He was still sensitive, and he bucked a little, oozing a bit more cream. I swallowed it, too. Giving him a final lick, I scooted out from under the table.

I left him tied for awhile, just to be mean. And, to be even meaner, I fetched a cube of ice from his freezer and placed it in the middle of his back, enjoying his efforts to shake it off, twisting and cursing.

Finally, it melted into a puddle, which I helpfully slurped up off his back. After that, I untied him and helped him up, leading him to the bathroom to put some cream on his sore ass.

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I got Toby cleaned up pretty well and shaved his crop circles again while we were in the bathroom. When we came out, we were in the hallway and I started back toward the kitchen to clean up the mess we had made there.

I stopped as a large poster chart caught my eye. It was a drawing of a long tube marked in increments much like a thermometer. The notation at the bottom read '30 inches', and at the top, a bit of red had been colored in on the tube.

"What's this, Toby?" I asked, perplexed as to why he would hang this in his hallway. "Nothing. Nothing at all," Toby quickly moved in front of the poster, hiding it before I got a chance to examine it more closely. He had reddened in embarrassment for some reason.

Intrigued, I tried to dodge around him, but he moved with me, blocking my view. "Quit being silly," I told him. I reached and took hold of his very elongated sack. "If you don't show me, I'm gonna yank this around your neck and stick it in your ear."

I yanked his balls a tad severely and he yelped and finally stepped aside. Now I could see a small plush ballsack, fuzzy with fake fur, had been stuck with putty or thumbtacked to the area just below the red spot at the top. I stepped closer, touching the sack with a finger. It felt like ping pong balls inside it, giving a good representation of a guy's nuts.

"Is this what I think it is, scout? A growth chart?" Toby flushed a deeper red, but he nodded. "Actually, it's a stretch chart. I measure my sack every night to see how much it's lowered. You said it needed 30 inches to allow room for my dick to swing, so I thought it might be fun to keep track, moving the ballsack down accordingly. Just a silly thing I though of. I'll take it down if you don't like it."

I grabbed Toby in a big bear hug. "Don't you dare! It's genius! I wish I had thought of it. I guess the red part is where you have already stretched?" "Yep. This new weight you fastened on should let me color in a little more."

"Did you make the ballsack yourself?" I diddled a little with a finger. "Yeah. It's just stuck on with poster putty so I can move it easily."

"30 inches, huh?" I slid my finger down the tube to the target he had drawn at the bottom. "Talk about some low hangers!" I gazed into his seaglass eyes. "I can't fuckin' wait!"

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Toby asked me to stay over, and after we had fucked ourselves silly, we lay in his bed and cuddled. "What do you think about Jerico?" Toby asked, stroking my back. "How do you feel about him showing up again to 'bring your change'?

I let my fingers roam through the thick carpet on Toby's chest. "He definitely seems interested. Especially in you. He just about craned a crick in his neck trolling for you."

"Can you blame him? Take a gander at what he got to look at." Toby indicated the length of his naked self. I yanked a tuft of pec hair sharply. "Modesty is a virtue," I scolded him.

"Whoops! I got none. But I can put some undies on if you're all offended."

"And they'll get ripped right off again. By me. With my teeth." Toby laughed at the mental image.

"I guess I'll just have to sleep au naturel, then. But, seriously, we oughta order another pizza sometime, just to see what he's made of."

"We don't want to do anything to ruin what we've got, but it might be fun to run him through his paces and find out more about him," I agreed. "Now, I need a hung naked guy to pay the delivery guy next Thursday night. You know of any around?"

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Thursday night, the only hung naked guy I could find was at his post, waiting to pay the pizza man. He did not seem at all nervous this time around; he seemed eager instead.

I stayed in the background to watch. The doorbell donged, and Toby flashed me a grin on his way to answer. He opened the door to Jerico, who stood holding our pizzas.

His eyes once again devoured Toby's naked form, lingering on all the good spots. "Two pepperoni with meat balls and extra sauce, sir," licking his lips as he ogled Toby's pepperoni and meatballs. Probably wishing for extra sauce.

"Hey, Jerico!" Toby greeted him, "What's our haul bill?

"Well, one's free since I fucked--er--screwed up last time. I'm still real sorry about that." Toby passed him some bills, adding a generous tip. "We're not mad about it, man. Say, how about stepping in here and saying hi to my friend, Jace? I think you met him already"

Toby moved aside, but not too far, so Jerico would have to brush against him to enter. Jerico gulped a bit, but bravely came in, his arm barely touching Toby's hairy thigh as he passed. "Hello, sir," he managed. "I hope you guys enjoy your freebie. I'm gonna remember your change this time."

He tried to count out some money in my hand. "Keep it," I told him. "You guys don't make enough the way it is."

"Well, thanks," Jerico stuttered, "but it's a good thing I've got a back-up plan to make some cash. I paint stuff on my days off--pictures and such. I call it conceptual art," he paused. "Er--sorry, fellows. I didn't mean to blather about my silly hobbies. Your pizza's getting cold and I gotta scoot."

He backed away, almost colliding with Toby's nude body. He jumped and gulped, not sure whether to skirt around Toby or hug him.

"Hang on a sec," Toby pressed a hand to Jerico's chest. "You wanna join us for pizza sometime? Or are you tired of eating your own product?"

Jerico's eyebrows climbed to his hairline. "We might want to find out more about these paintings. Jace, here, is looking for some things to spiff up the place. Could be just the ticket."

"Well, er, sure, ulp," Jerico sputtered. "Uum, you guys have my number, right?" I showed him my phone, nodding. "Let me know when's a good time. So long, guys. Better go before my boss sends out the bloodhounds. Later."

Jerico eyed Toby again as he made his exit, gaze flickering to that ever-present blue bow on his nutsack, curious, wondering, wishing.