Ball Buds 12

Toby was on his knees, taking big slurps of my piss as it jetted from my cock, a treat I allowed him occasionally. I didn't feel it was good for him to drink too much, so we saved it for random times when the mood struck us both.

After my dribbles dried up and he had lovingly licked my foreskin clean of all droplets, inside and out, I pulled him to his feet and kissed him my thanks. Then I went and fetched the new ball weight I had ordered for him, extremely heavy, made of some dense material that would yank his sack to the extreme.

It was a more streamlined design, cylindrical instead of round. It would be a less obvious bulge in his pants, and the slimmer shape would dangle down the leg of his trousers easily, pulling his hairy balls down continuously, yet gradually. If he wore shorts, his stretch was flexible enough to coil into his briefs or jockstrap, if needed. When he was around me, however, his nuts were always dangling and swinging free.

It was considerably heavier than his previous weight and I worried that we were stretching Toby's sack too far too fast. But he seemed okay with our progress up to now, so I decided I would let him make the call when it became too much.

I had just finished attaching the monster to Toby's already super-stretched sack, cautiously allowing it to dangle freely, watching Toby's face carefully for any signs of distress or unbearable pain. He grimaced and groaned slightly, but he recovered quickly, yet he couldn't fully mask a gasp as the full weight took him. His eyes started watering a bit.

"Wow, bossman! That feels like that tugboat's leaving the harbor. Pulling a big ocean liner in the process. See the Titanic on the horizon anywhere?" Toby made a show of looking around to see if he could spot a ship.

"Too much, poet? I don't want to injure these beautiful balls of yours," I murmured, kissing his large goose eggs in their lovely tight sack. I let my fingers roam through his groin hair, which I was allowing to grow back now that it wasn't interfering with his stretch.

"Nope, it's all good. Scout's honor," he executed the requisite silly salute. "It's super heavy, but it feels like it might get the job done. Leave it on and let me try it awhile. I'll whine and whimper with the best of them if it gets to be too much. Deal?"

"Deal," I affirmed. "But can you still fuck me, weighted down like that? I just wanna be sure of that."

"Oh, boss. I can fuck you standing on my head in a thunderstorm with lightning striking your rod and setting your dickbush on fire. And narwhals nibbling on your nipples and anteaters licking through your armpit hair for insects. No prob."

I giggled at Toby's silly sexy scenario, suspecting he could indeed pull off such a stunt if the occasion arose. As I tugged on his ballweight as punishment for such mouthy bravado, the phone rang. Toby hobbled to answer it, acting like he was dragging the weight of the world with his tortured balls.

"Howdy, ho, Jerico! What's up, besides your cute freckled cock, of course," Toby winked at me, tonguing the phone obscenely. He listened for a moment, then his eyes widened and he dropped the banter. "Really!? All done? Wow, that's fantastic! When can we come see it?"

He held the phone away and gave me a thumbs up. "Jerico wants us to come over tomorrow after work to see our painting. Are you in, satiable? Are you in, genius? Are you in, capable? Are you in, coming?" I groaned. Toby hadn't dropped the banter at all. He had just rerouted it toward me.

"Beyond bad, poet. But, yep, I'm in, corrigible." Toby did his own groan and eyeroll at that.

"It's a date, you hot hunk. We'll be there with bells and balls on," Toby finished the conversation and ended the call.

"What say we try out this weighted fuck machine, boss? I need to get it limbered up for my heavyweight tryouts at the gay glee club downtown. No time like the present to practice."

I spanked his bubble butt soundly for that infraction. Sporting a cherry red ass, he fucked me soundly and supremely. The new weight didn't dampen his spirits, or his load, in the least. My ass leaked his seed all night.

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We joined Jerico the next night, both of us nervous, anxious, but excited and anticipating our first view of our painting. We had faith in Jerico's talent, but as always with artists, you're never sure what they're seeing, maybe viewing something you might not want displayed.

"Reckon he's given me a Godzilla dick?" Toby wondered as we approached Jerico's door. "Or am I more of a merman type? Oh, fiddlefuckers, what if he gave me a teeny weeny peenie that I may develop a complex about and never recover?"

"You're the Toby type. Calm down. Quit projecting negative vibes toward our masterpiece. And what if I look just like Mona Lisa? Or maybe that David statue that's naked all the time? On second thought, that might not be too bad. At least I'd have a bigger cock."

"Now who's Negative Nelly? Hush your mouth or I'll have to cram my gargantuan Godzilla dick in it." Toby shifted his impressive package, not quite a Godzilla size just yet.

Jerico jerked open the door, stopping our squabbling and quelling our questions.

"Get your shapely asses on in here. Don't make me come out there. It won't be pretty." He hunched and flexed like King Kong and proceeded to drag us both inside. "But you could make me come in here," he snickered. "Y'all made me come enough on that camping trip till you know how it's done."

"That we did, my pretty. And we've got the pictures to prove it. Kodak moments, all." I crowed, proud that we had documented our cum camp so vividly.

"Alright, you horny hellions. Let's have some snacks and sodas before the main event. Come on into the kitchen and we'll see what's cookin'."

"You mean we have to wait to see ourselves? I got all breathless and brainless and discombobulated for nothing?" Toby screeched his displeasure.

"Why did you do all that?" Jerico asked calmly. "It's just a painting."

"Just a painting! Did you hear him, boss? Just a painting."

"Yep. Paint dabbed onto canvas. That's it. That's what most paintings are, Toby. So suck it up, Sherlock. You'll see it after your snack. And not before."

"A cruel taskmaster," Toby whined to me. "But que sera, sera. Gimme a Little Debbie cake, then. I'll gobble it so fast, the crumbs will catch on fire."

Jerico proceeded to set out chips and salsa, along with other dips, and even some homemade cookies and cupcakes that made Little Debbie weep with envy. We good-naturedly played along, noshing and sipping. Jerico even brought out coffee, and we all had a mug, testing out his baking skills with the sweets. Even the reluctant Toby fell in with gusto and polished off three cupcakes.

"Maybe you should open a bakery instead of peddling pizzas," Toby advised through a mouthful of crumbs and frosting. "And work in your artwork. 'Art and Artisan Adventures'. I can see it now. A big sign..." Toby spread his arms wide in his excitement. "Customers lined up around the block...Jace and me, probably in the back of the line since he is always late for everything..." He was smirking.

I threw my cupcake wrapper at him, spattering him with crumbs.

"Yeah, whatever." Jerico dismissed his antics. "Let's go look at the canvas before Toby works himself into a whirling dervish."

We followed Jerico into his studio, still overwhelmed by the talent that greeted us on the walls and displays he had fashioned in the space. We paused a moment to take it all in again, and even Toby was stunned to silence for once, Jerico's artistic aura touching us in soft, silent ways, yet powerful enough to evoke emotions that lay deep. It was magical.

Jerico seemed unmoved as he approached an easel in the center of the room. I started to laugh as I saw what was before him. A very large t-shirt covered the canvas, a grinning giraffe dripping cum from his ossicones, ears, nose, mane and even some of his spots. Just below his towering neck, a very angular, lopsided ostrich looked puzzled and perturbed, as if he didn't quite know what he was about. Toby actually guffawed when he saw that, seeing himself during that first meet-up of ours at Cosmic Coffee.

"Now that's precious," he proclaimed, "And, look, bossman. He's even got the salt shaker that we toasted with. Until we got our coffee, anyway."

"If the painting's as good as the cover, I'd say we have a homerun hit," I praised Jerico's creativity of the veil.

"The shirt is yours to keep, of course. Now let's see if you like this bad boy. Close your eyes, both of you. And no peeking. Yep, that means you, too, Toby. Jeepers creepers, close your peepers." Jerico sang sillily.

We obediently closed our eyes, and I grabbed Toby and turned him away, because I knew his style. He would have peeped or died trying.

I heard Jerico grunt a little, muttering a bit as he was evidently lifting the hem of the t-shirt in preparation of pulling it off the canvas.

"Okay, turn Toby around. Have a look," Jerico instructed. When we had turned and opened our eyes, Jerico had lifted the covering shirt a few inches. When we gave him our full attention, he dramatically whipped the shirt away, and stood back to let us view his finished work.

We were stunned to complete silence. It took moments until we were able to step closer and see the details of what Jerico had dubbed blobs of paint on canvas. I heard Toby gasp in wonder, and a tear slid down my cheek at the depth of the esoteric nuances of the composition. It was superb.

"Oh, Jerico!" I breathed, crying fully now. "This is beyond beautiful. You've broken boundaries the way you have captured our spirits and our essence."

"Well, you guys, well, you have only one essence. While your spirits are very unique, your essence is one. You two compliment each other. Togetherness is who you are. It's not hard to see." Jerico explained.

Even the stalwart Toby was crying at that. He swiped manfully at his eyes to prove he wasn't moved. But he couldn't fool us.

I clasped Toby's hand as we moved closer to inspect the details. Jerico had chosen to render us as a cluster of disjointed glass blocks, each block detailing a facet of us that he had somehow seen or sensed. While the whole seemed frenetic, there was a serene sense that suggested the chaotic images would meld into a coherent whole, maybe not just at this moment, but someday. It was so inspiring and clever that I couldn't stop crying. Even the shards of glass that lay near the bottom of the image seemed as if they might leap up and rejoin, a shattering coming together once more.

I touched one gently, feeling the grace of Jerico's gesture by including them. A tendril of teal slithered among the blocks, purple highlights grazing it as it writhed throughout. At the top, the sinuous spiral ended in a pretty curlicue arabesque. Perched on a curve was a small blue bow, a testament to the one tied at all times on Toby's stretched sack. It was perfect.

At the bottom of the tendril, two large egg-like shapes dangled, which I interpreted to be Toby's balls, or at least an approximation of them. At one juncture, the tubelike tendril sported some wrinkles, a fine rendition of my crumpled foreskin, and Toby touched it softly, caressing it, even on the painting. Along one edge of the canvas, abstract giraffe spots cascaded, almost waterfall-like, reminding us of our frolic under the falls.

On one block was rendered a vaguely pizza shaped slice, and near it were two large empty spaces that resembled Toby's shaved nipple circles.

The predominant colors were teal and purple, lovely and mysterious. Several abstract shapes dotted the image, but the focus was on the blocks. One sported an arm, but instead of a hand, it ended in a hammer, which looked to me like a heavy blacksmith's hammer. Under it was a bit of metal, being shaped into some useful something, sparks sprinkling from it, red hot from the forge fire. I felt it might represent our dominant/submissive tendencies which we had exercised in Jerico's presence.

I laughed aloud as I pointed out one block to Toby. It was an exact replica of his navel, treasure trail and stubbly groin hair, all to a T. Jerico had taken some time to get it just right, and it showed. "Guess he took you at your word, scout. Immortalized navel. More impressive than a Godzilla dick," I teased him.

Several whitish drips at one corner seemed to recall cum, and it fit. We were all pretty much cumhounds, and one or two drops took on a yellowish tint, a salute to Toby's pisspup tendencies.

Toby pointed to Jerico's signature, grinning and impressed. He had signed it and added a small spurt of flame as the dot for his 'i', making us think of his fiery inferno of pubic hair flaming around his luscious dick.

The painting was perfectly perfect, and truly us. We tried to tell Jerico so, but when words failed us, we hugged him up and began taking turns kissing him, sending our feelings to his core, thanking him in ways we couldn't voice.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Toby suggested, and we moved as one to Jerico's bed. We undressed our Jerico slowly and caressed each part of him lovingly, letting him know the depth of our appreciation. We massaged him completely, taking our time to fondle and feel his entire being, wanting him and wanting him to want us.

He signed in contentment, totally relaxed and ready. "I want you guys, both of you. However you want. And I need you. I need you in me. Please."

Toby and I undressed, in awe of Jerico's fine body. It was such a spiritual moment, that we both paused and kissed each other, signaling our desire to give Jerico what he needed. We moved toward him then, joining him on the bed, stroking, sliding, kissing and cuddling as the need arose. And it arose with a vengeance, along with our cocks.

We got Jerico on all fours, and I positioned myself at his head, my cock dangling in front of his face, my foreskin dripping with need of his mouth. He sucked me in so willingly and so heartily that I shuddered before he even started sucking, swirling his tongue in my skintube to collect all my cockdrool.

Toby located some lube in the nightstand and moved to Jerico's fine freckled ass. He planted his face in Jerico's crack, licking and slurping, the noise of which just added to mine and Jerico's buzz. He prepped Jerico well, lubing and inserting his fingers to stretch his hole enough to ease insertion of his not-quite-Godzilla cock.

Jerico was going to town on me, taking my cock to the root, but he gasped and bit down a bit when he felt Toby's cockhead against his hole. I squeaked a little and Jerico realized his mistake, taking care to simply suck and not bite.

Toby eased into his ass slowly, allowing Jerico time to stretch and relax, and I kept him occupied on my end, slowly fucking his head so as not to trigger his gag reflex. Toby kept sliding in, and Jerico groaned around my dick, but made no protest and instead slid his ass backwards to encompass more of Toby's impressive mass.

Nodding at me, Toby began a slow sliding thrust, and I began the same in Jerico's mouth. We moved in tandem, enjoying our red haired friend and each other, wanting to make it extra special for him, but still staying true to ourselves.

We caressed him in every way we could think of, clasping his cock, tweaking his nipples, kissing his hair, stroking his ears and neck. We wanted him to have an earth-shattering orgasm that he would never forget.

We made love to him that night. Much more than fucking or fun. We loved every part of him as well as we were able, and we let him know the depth of it. When I came, it was as if I shot to the stratosphere, pumping load after creamy load into Jerico's waiting, hot mouth. Seeing him swallow it all set Toby off, too, and he grasped Jerico tightly, pulling him onto his cock completely, filling him with sparkling, sweet seed, firing shot after shot after shot deep into Jerico's most private place.

We were frozen in that tableau for what seemed like forever. Toby gasping for breath, and me wheezing in a similar state, Jerico trapped between us, making no move to change positions. We stayed inside him as long as we were able, until our drooping cocks forced us out.

Then we flipped Jerico over and lay him down and licked and sucked and fondled and caressed him into his own spectacular orgasm, sharing his cum and even giving him a taste of his own. He tasted delicious, and we lapped at cumpuddles until we had cleaned him well. Then we lay together, spent, but happy that we had finally come together, especially since we were celebrating Jerico's fabulous masterpiece.

We stayed that way for hours, laughing, talking, loving each other.

Stars could shatter and galaxies could implode, and we wouldn't have noticed. The stratosphere had welcomed us and we were at home there.

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Toby and I left toting our precious painting at some late hour. We left behind a check with a hefty tip for Jerico's trouble, and we rejoiced in the fact that we had discovered each other, as well as Jerico. Our world seemed to spin a little faster and seemed a little brighter as we drove together into the dawn of a new day.

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Time for Jace and Toby to take a little break. Meanwhile, Toby's sack is going to keep stretching... and stretching... and stretching... Talk to y'all later!