Jason's heart pounded as he stood on the pavement outside the red door. He swallowed hard and looked down at his phone, shocked for the hundredth time to see what was on the screen: a picture of a thick, veiny erection, and underneath it a message. "Be right down, boy." His own cock was shriveled in his briefs, excitement and anxiety warring in his stomach—besides which, Jason wasn't gay. He wasn't even bi, or at least he never thought he was.
So how
, he thought to himself yet again,
did I end up here?
The answer, of course, was Helen.
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Helen and Jason met in their Intermediate French lecture, a sweet and romantic meet-cute for what would turn into the raunchiest affair of Jason's life. She was stunning, a lithe brunette with dancer's legs and perky little tits that always showed just enough cleavage to be enticing under her tight athletic tanks. They started working on assignments together, then progressed to post-midterm shots and sloppy kissing at the college dive, and finally ended up in bed together after the sweet catharsis of finishing the final exam. She was a wild ride, clawing and bucking, whispering the dirtiest things Jason had ever heard as he fucked her. And her eyes, my god—huge blue eyes framed by her delicate features, looking up at him with sweet lust as she tongued his balls.
Jason had never met anyone who loved balls as much as Helen. The first time they hooked up she shoved her hand down his pants in the stale-beer-smelling alley behind the dive bar and fondled them, squinting with focus, before grinning and licking her lips. "They'll do." He'd always liked his package—a respectable 7 inches, with heavy balls that swung in a loose sack when he was warm or hard. With Helen, he was usually both.
Her favorite way to begin their romps was to shove him back on the bed and instruct him to lie still—she had a bit of a dominant streak, which was new to Jason. She would proceed to remove all of her clothes, then his pants and underwear, and then lie on the bed with her tongue on his balls and her hand between her legs. She lapped at his saggy ballskin, making little whimpers as she rubbed her clit and fucked herself, never failing to get him rock-hard by the time she came. When she got close she'd try to fit both his balls in her mouth, which almost never worked—she was petite, and they were large—but which felt amazing and usually ended up with drool spilling from her lips and onto his member. If they forgot to put down a towel, the sheets would be soaked before they even started fucking.
Once she finished, she would seductively lick her fingers clean and rise up to him, sweet lips shining with spit, and softly kiss him. The first time, though he could smell his balls on her face, he was too surprised to stop it—and after that, he came to enjoy the sensual, soft kisses, smelling of their combined arousal. Eventually, he even looked forward to them.
And then, oh, the sex. She alternated between fuckdoll and wildcat, sometimes begging him to pound her into the mattress, sometimes biting and clawing at him ferociously. Her flat stomach, strong legs and tight pussy were endlessly enthralling to Jason, and he fucked her as often as he could, sometimes for hours, until they collapsed in a heap of sweat and both their cum. He bought a waterproof mattress protector after the second time, when he realized he'd ruin the mattress otherwise, and they took great pleasure in trying to stain the sheets as much as humanly possible during their romps.
Eventually, what had started as just sex turned into something more. They started spending time together, going on dates that involved more than just liquor, pot and sex, and meeting each other's friends. A few months in, Jason was the happiest he'd ever been—doing well in school, keeping fit at the gym and the track, and with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen whispering her filthy desires to him in French every night. It was heaven.
The first time he ate his cum, much like the first balls-smelling kiss, was almost by accident. It was a lazy Saturday, the smoke from a forgotten joint drifting in the air as they fucked. He had her on her side, his knees spreading her legs apart, one hand on her breast and the other rubbing her clit as he pounded her. She moaned as he came, kissing him deeply. They fell asleep like that, entwined on the bed, and he slipped out of her as he drifted off.
