Girthtron
02-27-2008, 07:59 PM
"That's pretty risky behavior Mr."!
My mother was beyond yourself at what she had witnessed me doing, and knew it had happened deliberately on my part. "Mom they just~~~". "Don't, don't you dare young man! That was unexcusable letting your little sister and her friends see those things of yours like that. My God Billy what am I going to tell their mothers when they call me about it? WELL?"
Her last words as I was going up the stairs to my bedroom with her watching. "And Jesus Christ Billy start wearing some type of support for those big things. Your a young man now and I don't care how big you think they are. Nobody wants to see them. Understand me Mr."
"Yes mom."~~~ Whispering to myself. "Yea lick the sweat off my big dangling sack bitch."
Yeah it was risky business all right. But I was grinning from ear to ear in my bedroom. Pulling off the shorts I'd rigged so my balls would seemingly accidentally fall out in front of my 13-year-old sister and her three friends at our little summer pool party.
What I did was tear them up the inner seam all the way up under to where my balls were, then loosely sewed them back together so that at the slightest tug on them by me would expose my balls making it look like an accident, and it worked perfectly. I was 16 at the time and proud of my big loose hanging balls. Within the last year they had really started filling out, and on the Internet I discovered that not only did I have a really big set but that I was bigger than the majority of most fully grown men, and not only that but in a category of having something like bull balls, bigger than some who've posted their pictures considering themselves overly well endowed, I was bigger which sent waves of ego boosting sexuality pumping through me. But what good was it if I couldn't show others especially girls, even my mom thought they were big. Like she said. "Get some support for those big things".
Standing looking at my naked reflection in my closet door mirror jerking off watching the heavy swing of them flopping and twisting until the familiar grunting sublime weakness surged through my body exiting in thick long ropes of high-volume cum giving reaffirming testimony to the size of my testicles. "God my balls were huge"!
My admiration Society of one grew with the size and weight of my testicles and the (Risky behavior) warning of my mother had fallen upon deaf ears. My erotic urges to display my big dangling pride to my sister as well as to my mother became more frequent. I'd taken to shaving my entire groin area especially my scrotum, powdering it with my mother's blush making it look good, and would parade around upstairs in nothing but a T-shirt always leaving my door open. At first it was a kind of a shock to them with. "OOPS SORRY". Or "Do you have to go around looking like that?" After a while it wasn't any big deal to them or so I thought. But now in hindsight I knew they had planned to break me of this habit, because one morning Susie came into my bedroom while I was doing curls with a 30 pound dumbbell in one hand. Sitting at my desk in front of my computer with my balls hanging off the front of the chair she said. "Billy can I feel them". Thinking finally curiosity had gotten the best of her, saying with more than a little pride. "Sure Susie but don't tell mom ok". Putting down the dumbbell standing spreading my legs smiling. "Go ahead Suzie check them out". Hesitating she said no I can't. I said. "No no Susie go ahead. I want you to feel them, go ahead they won't bite". Tentatively she took them and her words were of a sirens whisper. "Oh God Billy! There so big heavy and soft feeling. God I've been wanting to do this forever you know, they're so big and heavy feeling. My eyes closed feeling the rapture of her small hands lifting and fondling them when suddenly my mother's voice spoke. "So Susie you've got your brother by the balls I see. How are they"? Susie giggled. "Big mom, really big." I knew there was something wrong immediately because evidently I was the only one shocked at my balls being caught in my sisters hands.
"He's definitely got a big set on him doesn't he Susie". Mom was smiling at me talking to Susie as she walked in. "He's my big balled boy isn't he Susie". "He sure is mom"!
My hands went to Susie's wrists to pull her hands away only to have her grip them hard shouting. "Take your hands away or I'll rip them off"! With my mother laughing saying. "Susie's going to give you a long over due attitude adjustment young man. Remember I told you this was risky behavior. Go ahead Suzie do what I showed you. What us girls do to arrogant males with oversized testicles like your brothers.
Susie smiled up at me. "They're big Billy really big. You've got really big balls Billy"!
A pleading look at my mother with her head shaking NO. "You've got to learn Bill. You've got to learn". I'll always remember the sudden thud smack of my sisters knee and my mother's laughter as I went down and her. "Good girl Suzy good girl. They're easy are they Susie specially the ones the big balls".
My mother was beyond yourself at what she had witnessed me doing, and knew it had happened deliberately on my part. "Mom they just~~~". "Don't, don't you dare young man! That was unexcusable letting your little sister and her friends see those things of yours like that. My God Billy what am I going to tell their mothers when they call me about it? WELL?"
Her last words as I was going up the stairs to my bedroom with her watching. "And Jesus Christ Billy start wearing some type of support for those big things. Your a young man now and I don't care how big you think they are. Nobody wants to see them. Understand me Mr."
"Yes mom."~~~ Whispering to myself. "Yea lick the sweat off my big dangling sack bitch."
Yeah it was risky business all right. But I was grinning from ear to ear in my bedroom. Pulling off the shorts I'd rigged so my balls would seemingly accidentally fall out in front of my 13-year-old sister and her three friends at our little summer pool party.
What I did was tear them up the inner seam all the way up under to where my balls were, then loosely sewed them back together so that at the slightest tug on them by me would expose my balls making it look like an accident, and it worked perfectly. I was 16 at the time and proud of my big loose hanging balls. Within the last year they had really started filling out, and on the Internet I discovered that not only did I have a really big set but that I was bigger than the majority of most fully grown men, and not only that but in a category of having something like bull balls, bigger than some who've posted their pictures considering themselves overly well endowed, I was bigger which sent waves of ego boosting sexuality pumping through me. But what good was it if I couldn't show others especially girls, even my mom thought they were big. Like she said. "Get some support for those big things".
Standing looking at my naked reflection in my closet door mirror jerking off watching the heavy swing of them flopping and twisting until the familiar grunting sublime weakness surged through my body exiting in thick long ropes of high-volume cum giving reaffirming testimony to the size of my testicles. "God my balls were huge"!
My admiration Society of one grew with the size and weight of my testicles and the (Risky behavior) warning of my mother had fallen upon deaf ears. My erotic urges to display my big dangling pride to my sister as well as to my mother became more frequent. I'd taken to shaving my entire groin area especially my scrotum, powdering it with my mother's blush making it look good, and would parade around upstairs in nothing but a T-shirt always leaving my door open. At first it was a kind of a shock to them with. "OOPS SORRY". Or "Do you have to go around looking like that?" After a while it wasn't any big deal to them or so I thought. But now in hindsight I knew they had planned to break me of this habit, because one morning Susie came into my bedroom while I was doing curls with a 30 pound dumbbell in one hand. Sitting at my desk in front of my computer with my balls hanging off the front of the chair she said. "Billy can I feel them". Thinking finally curiosity had gotten the best of her, saying with more than a little pride. "Sure Susie but don't tell mom ok". Putting down the dumbbell standing spreading my legs smiling. "Go ahead Suzie check them out". Hesitating she said no I can't. I said. "No no Susie go ahead. I want you to feel them, go ahead they won't bite". Tentatively she took them and her words were of a sirens whisper. "Oh God Billy! There so big heavy and soft feeling. God I've been wanting to do this forever you know, they're so big and heavy feeling. My eyes closed feeling the rapture of her small hands lifting and fondling them when suddenly my mother's voice spoke. "So Susie you've got your brother by the balls I see. How are they"? Susie giggled. "Big mom, really big." I knew there was something wrong immediately because evidently I was the only one shocked at my balls being caught in my sisters hands.
"He's definitely got a big set on him doesn't he Susie". Mom was smiling at me talking to Susie as she walked in. "He's my big balled boy isn't he Susie". "He sure is mom"!
My hands went to Susie's wrists to pull her hands away only to have her grip them hard shouting. "Take your hands away or I'll rip them off"! With my mother laughing saying. "Susie's going to give you a long over due attitude adjustment young man. Remember I told you this was risky behavior. Go ahead Suzie do what I showed you. What us girls do to arrogant males with oversized testicles like your brothers.
Susie smiled up at me. "They're big Billy really big. You've got really big balls Billy"!
A pleading look at my mother with her head shaking NO. "You've got to learn Bill. You've got to learn". I'll always remember the sudden thud smack of my sisters knee and my mother's laughter as I went down and her. "Good girl Suzy good girl. They're easy are they Susie specially the ones the big balls".