(M/M) Consensual Ballbusting Between Me and a Guy Called Bama

Bama, a heavy set guy in his mid sixties with gray hair and a mustache, had sent me a whole bunch of messages on Grindr, complimenting my physique and offering to blow me while I watched football on his couch.

I called him Bama only because he was wearing a University of Alabama shirt in his profile picture and I don’t typically like to exchange real names with people.

Bama certainly wasn’t my type physically, but since he was persistent, funny, and charming, I eventually messaged him back and told him I’d be interested in him blowing me under two conditions: one, he had to be okay with me not reciprocating, and two, I’d want him to incorporate some ballbusting for me.

He was absolutely thrilled. He’d never done any ballbusting before, but said he could do whatever I asked him to as long as it wouldn’t seriously hurt me. He also told me his kinks, which mostly involved muscular men in wrestling singlets and muscular men face-fucking him. I told him I didn’t have a singlet, but could certainly face-fuck.

The next day, I put on my suit for work and arrived at his one-story ranch house at around 8 a.m. I’ve always enjoyed getting sucked off before work because I feel like it just makes my whole day more enjoyable.

Bama answered the door in sweatpants and a t-shirt and welcomed me into his home. He offered me a drink and a tour, but I asked politely if we could kind of just skip all that and go to the bedroom. He showed me to it and I asked if it would be alright if I went ahead and undressed.

“Can I do it for you?” he asked. “Undress you?”

I smiled. “Sure. And you can take off your sweatpants if you’d like, but would you mind just keeping your underwear on?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

He took off his sweatpants and tossed them aside. He was wearing white briefs underneath. He approached me and began to unbutton my dress shirt from my neck down to my belt buckle while I watched him calmly, enjoying of the slowness of it.

“Wow,” he said, as he opened my shirt, untucked it, and began to remove it. “What do you do for a living again?”

“I manage a shop,” I said vaguely.

“Hmm,” he said. “I don’t think you manage a shop. I think you’re a male model.”

I smiled, but said nothing. I kicked off my dress shoes and took my socks off while he put my shirt on a hanger. Then he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and slid my zipper down. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them.

“I can’t wait to get these off,” he said.

He gently inserted his fingers under the waistband of my mesh boxer briefs and pulled them down. When they were down by my ankles, I stepped out of them. He looked me up and down and whistled. There was a full length mirror on the wall behind him, and I had to admit, I looked pretty damn good.

Bama got down on his knees and took my soft penis into his mouth and began to suck me. His bristly mustache was bothersome, but not too bothersome. I got hard within a couple of minutes.

“Let’s do a little ballbusting,” I whispered.

I sat down on the end of his bed and spread my legs. He kneeled in front of me.

“How do you want me to do it?” he asked.

I held up my hands and demonstrated by lightly backhanding my left palm with my right hand.

“Hold my balls with your left hand and backhand them with your right hand while you suck me,” I said.

“Okay,” he said. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

He pulled my low hanging balls towards him with his left hand and began to backhand them with his right hand. I let out a long sigh and leaned back on my hands.

“Ohhhh, fuck yeah,” I said.

His lips slid up and down along my cock as the back of his hand slapped rhythmically against my balls over and over, leading to a dull ache that radiated upwards from my groin to my abdomen.

My body began to release a flood of endorphins that made me feel as high as a kite. Most men would have hated being repeatedly slapped on their balls, but to me it felt like being on a morphine drip. My muscles relaxed. My mouth fell open. My eyes and head started to roll back a little. Every ball slap made me wince, but I felt very horny and very blissful.

Several minutes passed, and then Bama came up for air. He’d been sucking me pretty vigorously for a long time. He sat there for a minute trying to catch his breath.

“Did you like that?” I asked.

“I love it,” he said.

“Do want me to face-fuck you?”

“Oh, yes,” he said. “You can face-fuck me and cum in my mouth if you want to.”

I patted my hand on the edge of the bed between my legs.

“Why don’t you sit on the floor right here with your back against the bed, and I’ll stand up and fuck your mouth—would that be good?”

“Heck yes,” he said.

I stood up and walked around him while he sat down and leaned back against the bed. I straddled his legs and stepped forward until my cock was right in his face.

“Give me some uppercuts when I get going,” I said. “Use your fist. Punch my balls up into me. Not too hard. But not too soft, either.”

He nodded. I leaned forward and pushed my cock into his mouth. He kept his lips nice and tight so it felt very much like entering a guy from behind. I moaned a little, and then I put my hands on the back of his big, round bowling ball of a head and started to fuck his mouth, thrusting with my hips.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I said. “Start punching my balls.”

I looked over to my right so I could watch us in the full-length mirror. Bama balled his right hand into a fist and brought it up between my legs. I heard a crunch as his knuckles hit my balls and pushed them into me. My knees almost buckled from the pain, but I groaned and stayed on my feet.

“That’s it,” I said through gritted teeth. “Keep doing it. Just like that.”

He punched my balls again. I growled in pain and slapped my left hand down on the mattress to catch myself from falling forward. It hurt like hell, but also made my morphine drip stronger. I fucked his mouth harder and a faster until his mouth was making a gluck-gluck-gluck sound.

I looked over in the mirror at my long, muscular, naked body, humping this guy’s mouth like a fleshlight. I watched his fist fly up between my legs and into my balls over and over. Every punch flattened one or both of my testicles under his knuckles, punches that would have dropped a normie to his knees. I was so glad he had that mirror there so I could watch it all happen.

I suddenly felt like I was getting close. I put my left knee up on the bed and started face-fucking him hard, pulling my cock almost all the way out of his mouth and then shoving it quickly all the way back in while pulling his head towards me with both of my hands. His uppercuts to my balls only got harder and faster. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

“Ohhhh, fuuuck,” I said. “Uhhhhhhnnnnn!”

A huge load rushed out of me in seconds. My cum was squirting quickly down his throat, long thick ropes that I could feel just pulsing out of me at high speed.

When I finished ejaculating, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and climbed over him onto the bed. I collapsed in a heap, face-down with my arms and legs fanned out and my wet, softening cock sinking into his soft, fluffy blanket.

When Bama caught his breath, he climbed on top and started rubbing my back and massaging my shoulders. I felt very relaxed. I probably could have even fallen asleep.

“God, I want to fuck you so bad,” Bama said, and he pressed two fingertips firmly against my asshole.

I smiled. “Not a chance. But you can lick it if you want.”

He spread my cheeks and started licking me deeply. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and listened. It sounded like a starving man having a feast.

As he ate my ass, I put my right leg underneath his body and used my toes to gently tease his tiny hard-on and his fat balls through his tighty whities. They were soaked in the crotch, and I wasn’t sure if that was all precum or if he had blown his wad in his undies at some point.

“Mmm,” I moaned. I was so relaxed, I felt almost weightless, like somebody had lowered the gravity in the room. “Suck my balls.”

I felt him hungrily vacuum my huge orbs into his mouth. Then I felt his tongue on them, swirling round and round. I moaned again and felt myself drifting in and out of sleep.