My name is Jeff and I had a live-in girlfriend named Cynthia. I was twenty-six, six-two and people said I resembled a young Jeff Bridges, but with more muscle. Cynthia was twenty-five, five-six, pretty, with a golden tan, like a late sunny afternoon. She had long blonde hair, the color of wheat, flowing down to the lower hollow of her back. I loved the way her muscles rippled under her skin when she moved-her flexing quadriceps as she walked, the shift of her back muscles when she reached for a can on the top shelf. Her breasts were the size of big Granny Smith apples with nice perky pale pink nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard.

I had an eight-inch cock with impressive girth. Cynthia was a squirter. She gushed streams when she was high on cocaine.

We both fucked around with other people. As long as one of us didn't bring home the clap, we were all good. We liked to do cocaine and fuck.

My coke dealer was a friend named Rob. Rob was about five-ten, husky, dark hair, twenty-six. He'd played linebacker in high school and still had the thick thighs and broad shoulders to prove it. I didn't know if he was full-blown bi, but he liked to suck my cock. In the back of my head, I kept thinking, One day, he's going to want me to return the favor and suck his cock. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to him.

I only saw him at his place. We didn't socialize outside of his home. I didn't know where he shopped or anything. Cynthia and I liked to go over, do coke, and fuck. Rob had a king-sized bed on an elevated platform in the middle of his living room.

One day, I needed to replenish my stash. Cynthia and I drove over to Rob's house in my truck, the sun was high in the sky and very bright. We sat hip to hip, my arm around her shoulders. We pulled up to his simple white two-bedroom bungalow. The bungalow was hidden from the street by flowering landscaping, trees, and bushes. I knocked.

“Come on in," Rob yelled.

We walked into dimness. The windows were blacked out. A couple of lamps with weak bulbs lit the room. You never knew if it was day or night. I walked over and fist-bumped Rob, while Cynthia gave him a big, wet kiss on the lips.

“Your stash is on the coffee table,” Rob said.

I sat down on the worn couch and looked around the room. The furniture was used--a couch and a couple of chairs, one a recliner. I smelled the air. It always smelled good, like clean linen.

"Why does it always smell like clean linen in here?" I asked. "With as much sex as you have in this room, you'd think it would constantly smell of sex and dank sweat."

Rob grinned. "Got a sexy senorita named Maria. Comes in every morning, cleans the place top to bottom. Even gives me a piece of ass when she's in the mood."

"Lucky fuck," I mumbled.

In the center of the room was the bed-a king-sized stage. The mattress had a 4-inch topper, covered by a nice comforter, three plush pillows, all on a five-foot platform with a step. It was a very comfortable bed. I started cutting lines of coke.

“I want a shot,” Cynthia announced, and started stripping.

Rob sat next to me. I handed him a rolled up hundred. He leaned over, snorted the line deep, then sank into the couch, eyes glazing with euphoria. I did my line, felt the electric rush hit the back of my throat, and leaned back, letting the buzz rush over me.

After a minute or two, Cynthia started yelling for Rob, her voice cutting through the haze. We opened our eyes.

Cynthia stood by the bed, naked, and said, “Is my shot ready?"

Rob jumped up. "Shit, sorry."

I walked toward the bed, pulling my shirt off. Cynthia climbed on the bed. She got on her hands and knees, ass in the air. I grabbed her hips, held her still, ran my tongue from her clit, across her folds, over her taint, to her pretty pink pucker. She chuckled and shook her ass at me before lying on her back.

Rob got the rig ready, then stripped. Rob walked up, his big balls swayed back and forth like a pendulum. He tied off her arm, found a vein, and pushed the plunger. Her head lolled to the right, eyes rolling back as the drug hit her bloodstream.

I pulled my shorts and underwear down, then kicked them off. My big cock swung heavy back and forth. Rob and I watched Cynthia to make sure she was okay. Within 30 seconds, a sheen of moisture beaded on her pussy lips, then dripped down her taint to the crack of her ass, eventually settling on the bed. The light bounced off the wet gloss. A couple of minutes passed, then she began to stir.

Cynthia's pussy became a fountain on coke. Her legs were slightly spread, pussy dripping, and a tangy scent of her filled the air. I raised her knees, and spread her legs. I looked at her pussy, still pretty after all these years. Just like the day I popped her cherry. Her wispy blonde pubes growing back after a shave. I'd laid a mile of pipe in that pussy, pounded it into submission with my big fat cock more times than I could count. I didn't know why it didn't look beat up. She had light pink, small pussy lips and a button-like clit, currently engorged. Juice beaded on her folds and dripped like water from a soaked sponge.

That was the picture. It was all about sex. Cynthia and I did whatever we wanted, but we had a special relationship. I wasn't sure if she loved me. We were just passing through time with each other. As far as Rob-he was my coke dealer, but was also my friend. My cock was bigger, but he had these massive, hairy balls that hung low. Each one the size of a plum, well-defined in his nut sack, looking like they were trying to bust out. I didn't know what to make of his balls—they were alien, fascinating, like something I'd never seen in any locker room. Rob would catch me staring at his balls, but he never said shit.

Cynthia started to become coherent. I walked up, stood between her legs.

Cynthia's eyes focused. "Hi, lover."

I smiled. "Hi, babe. You ready?"

"In a minute."

Rob walked over, his four-and-a-half-inch, fat stubby cock hard, precum beading at the tip, dripping. His low-hanging balls shuffled in their sack as he walked.

He said, "It's my turn to go first."

"I know. I just want to look at her pretty pussy before you paint it."

He chuckled. I took my semi-rigid cock in my hand and dragged it across her lips. Her eyes opened, slowly focused on me, and she took me into her mouth. As she sucked my cock, Rob got in between her legs and started eating her out. Cynthia moaned, hips bucking. Rob coughed and lifted his head, face glazed with Cynthia's juices.

Rob licked his lips. “Happens every time.”

Rob crawled between her legs and positioned himself to plunge his short, fat dick at her entrance. I looked at his cock, then at his low-hanging balls.

"Dude," Rob said, not missing a beat. "You keep staring at my balls. What's up?"

"I don't know. They're fucking massive. I'm impressed."

Rob chuckled as he plunged his fat cock into Cynthia and began fucking her. The sound of his balls slapping her ass filled the room. Thwack-thwack-thwack. I thought, Fuck, I can't stop thinking about his balls. I was about to cross a line I couldn't uncross. I couldn't stop looking.

"Can I touch your balls?"

He stopped fucking Cynthia. He looked at me for five long seconds. I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Sure," he said. "Go ahead." Cynthia looked at me and smiled.

I reached around and gently squeezed his huge balls. The weight of them surprised me—dense and full, like a bag of warm stones. He started moving again, and I kept my hand there, feeling the shift and tug with each thrust.

After about 5 minutes, Rob grunted. “Gonna blow my load.”

He began to cum, and I squeezed his balls harder, milking his balls, trying to drain every drop. As he came, his big balls moved in his sack, sending huge amounts of cum into Cynthia. He filled Cynthia up to the brim. When he pulled out, his cum poured out of her pussy like a river. He rolled over onto his back next to Cynthia, legs splayed, big balls resting on the mattress.

"Jeff," he panted. "I liked that. It felt good."

"Rob, I don't know what to say to that."

He chuckled. "I know."

Cynthia laughed. "Come on, Jeff. Fuck me."

I thought, Well, I'm guessing I'm getting sloppy seconds. I positioned myself between Cynthia's tanned, toned thighs. I looked at her cum-covered pussy. It was a mess, Rob's cum was everywhere, mixed with her juices. I thought, I should have gone first. I slipped my cock into her cum-covered folds and plunged deep, balls deep. Her pussy was a very warm, slick mess. As I stroked in and out of Cynthia's pussy, she gushed around me, fluid leaking out with every stroke. I couldn’t hold out much longer and plunged balls deep and spewed cum deep inside Cynthia. Cynthia made a guttural moan of pleasure and smiled. I felt her fluids running down my balls.

I pulled out slowly. Her pussy just… stayed open for a second, lips puffed and glistening--a dark, used hole dripping our combined mess onto the comforter.

My gaze turned from her ruined pussy to Rob's spent big balls. I felt like I was in a trance. I thought, fuck, I like his balls. I scooped up some of the mess surrounding Cynthia's pussy and smeared it on Rob's balls, massaging it in.

Rob looked down. "What are you doing?"

I snapped out of it, my head jerking. "I don't know but I think I love your huge balls." Rob smiled and Cynthia laughed.

Now, I wasn’t gay but I could get just as nasty as the next guy. Not lying, but I was fascinated by Rob's balls. Next time we got together, Cynthia and Rob both sucked my cock. I didn't care that a guy sucked my cock--a mouth was a mouth, though Rob's tongue was rougher, like sandpaper. I blew my load across both their faces.

Then Rob mounted Cynthia. I crouched behind him. I stared at his huge balls as they slapped her ass. Thwack-thwack-thwack. I reached out and gently massaged each of Rob’s balls. They were heavy, and they felt good in my hands.

His nut sack was wrinkly, warm, and heavy. I was almost tempted to lick and suck his sack, but I didn't. That wasn’t a line I wanted to cross, not yet.

"Fuck, Jeff." Rob panted. "I don't know what you're doing to my balls, but it feels good."

As he came, his balls moved around in his sack. I milked his balls with my hand, squeezing and pulling, determined to drain every last drop. When he pulled out of Cynthia, it was like a dam burst.

Yeah, we got worse. We were at it again one day. Rob looked at me, a line of coke still dusting his nostril. "Jeff, have you ever sucked a cock?"

I thought, Uh oh. Here it comes.

I exclaimed, "Not no, but fuck no!"

Cynthia's eyes lit up. "Jeff, I would like to watch you."

My eyebrows perked up, and I looked at her. “Why?”

"I don't know. It'd be between us. Something I’d own and cherish. I love to look at you, and I think it would look hot as fuck, watching you suck a cock."

I looked at her, then at Rob. My mind raced. I thought, I still have to top him. Wait. That's it. I'll top him.

I told Rob, "If I suck your cock, you'll have to let me fuck you in the ass."

Cynthia laughed. "Fuck yeah!"

I said, "Not today, but some day."

He lowered his head, thinking. "I might regret this... but okay. You can fuck me."

Cynthia was getting all wide-eyed and giggling, high as fuck. We were all nude on the couch.

I said, "Stand up, Rob."

He stood. I pulled him in front of me. His cock and those huge balls were inches from my face. His four-incher was getting hard and leaked precum.

I stared at his cock. I reached out and held it in my hand. He had a lot of pubic hair. The hair was scratchy and repulsive. I already told Rob I would suck his cock, and I never go back on my word. Never.

I said, "Dude, you've got to shave. Make your cock and balls hair-free and I'll suck your cock. I want it smooth."

Cynthia said, "I'll help."

She shaved Rob as I watched. His cock became hard while he was being shaved, leaking copious amounts of precum everywhere. Cynthia licked it up while she shaved him.

I thought, What in the fuck am I doing? I'm going to actually suck a dick? Watching his cock is not turning me on at all. Maybe I should quit doing drugs.

Cynthia carefully maneuvered his cock and balls around as she shaved them.

I said, "Do his taint too."

When they were done, Rob's cock and balls were completely smooth. He went from hard back to semi-erect.

I said, "Lie on the bed."

He lay on the bed, spreading his legs. His big balls splayed on the comforter. Cynthia crawled up and sat between Rob's legs, watching.

I leaned over, studying his cock. He didn't have a long cock, a little over 4 inches, but it was fat. Mine was twice the size. I ran my fingers over his shaved skin. His balls felt nice now--warm, soft, heavy as stones in a velvet sack. Dammit, I thought, his balls have me hooked.

Cynthia was dripping, the bed wet beneath her. I looked at her.

Her voice was husky as she whispered, "Do it! Pleeease?" We smiled at each other. I started stroking him, studying the thick blue veins, the huge urethra, which was half as wide as his cock.

I studied his circumcision scar and followed it around to the underside of his crown. I studied the crown, its hard ridge. The huge pee hole, oozing precum.

I turned back to the head. I thought, Ok, I'm going to cross the line. After all, he does suck my cock. I guess I can reciprocate.

I flicked my tongue out and licked the precum. Salty. I took the crown of his cock into my mouth and sucked.

Rob's voice cracked. “I can’t believe you’re sucking my cock.”

I mumbled around him, “Me either.”

Cynthia's voice was low, husky, instructional. "When your lips are sealed around his cock head, use your tongue to circle the crown ridge. You can also play with his pee hole with your tongue."

He got hard fast. I kneaded his balls as I worked the head. I let his cock slip from my lips. I stared at it and ran my fingers around him. I thought I could do this. I started sucking on his balls, putting one huge ball at a time into my mouth.

As I licked his taint, Cynthia jerked him off. I took Rob's cock back into my mouth while we both played with his balls. I didn't know if I was going to let him ejaculate in my mouth or not.

His cock turned to stone. "Gonna Cum.” Rob panted and grunted. Cynthia started helping with the blowjob. We both had our lips on either side of his shaft when he erupted thick ropes shooting four feet into the air, raining down on our faces. I pumped his balls, milking every last spurt.

After he finished cumming, he lay there spent. I looked at the mess.

"I don't know if I want to lick this up or not, Rob."

Cynthia grinned. "Come on, Jeff. Help me clean him. Use your tongue with me. You sucked his cock. Can't draw the line at not eating cum."

Rob and I looked at each other. He said, "True," and chuckled.

I stuck out my tongue, licked up a little bit of cum. It had a strange, salty, and sweet taste. Cynthia stared at me. I licked up a little more, feeling the texture, thinking, I guess it isn't too bad. I cleaned him up, alternating between licking cum and wrapping my lips around his now soft cock, as Cynthia joined me.

When we were done, Rob sighed, “Wow, that felt unreal.”

Cynthia and I looked at each other. She smiled at me and said, "I like this."

I thought, I do too. Maybe next time, I might let him cum in my mouth.