Nate joins in

“So… you’re okay with me touching your… uh…” my friend spoke.

Already I could feel the vibrating pleasure soaking into the veiny slab that was my cock, **** down the long tube which I’d just splurged so much cum into. Lying on the relaxing, if slightly clinical massage bed, I could feel the rapid acceleration in my small chest as my heart beat excitedly in tandem with the machine’s next cycle. I had been given a few minutes to relax, to let my massively engorged balls grow, filling with the seed which was my livelihood.

“Mmhmm…” I moaned as his fingers worked over my obscene orbs, coaxing and molding to the pliant flesh. “Mm-why wouldn’t I…”

An odd question, but one which I only partially paid attention to as I was distracted by his hands on my testes and the thrumming rub on my dick.

“Well…er… I mean…”

His voice sounded confused, almost ****.

“...you don’t think that it's… I don’t know… weird?... that, well, I’m massaging your… ahem… your balls…”

He whispered that last part, almost like he was uncertain that I’d take offense to him talking about my lower parts.

This was new. Nate was bashful, clearly infatuated with my body, but he’d never acted like this. The way he was talking about me almost seemed like he thought we were committing some great cardinal sin.

I twisted my naked upper half, bringing my face around so I could look at him with one eye as I remained locked to the table with my dick down that pleasurably pulsating hole.

“Noooo?” I said, giving him an odd look. “Are you Okay Nate?” I smiled, seeing a chance to tease him. “You’re not jealous are you? Do you want to get milked for a change while your good friend helps by massaging your nuts?”

His face flushed deep and red as his eyes widened like saucers. “Uhh… well I mean…” he stuttered in clear shock.

My smile widened, predatorial, as my gaze ran down to where he was showing a thick bulge of his own. His hands had stopped, seemingly forgotten, sunk in deep to my balls, gripping them hard enough to be just on the edge of pain as he stuttered, trying to respond to what I’d said.

“Come on!” I swung a hand out, trying to direct him over, grabbing a hanging suction tube near the head of the table. “I want to see you drain those little balls for me. They won’t complain if you add a bit to my supply for the day, I'll make sure of it!”

When he didn’t respond, just standing there, looking dumb as he held onto my balls just a little bit harder like they could save him from the embarrassment showing on his face.

“NaAaate!” I pouted, kicking him with one of my feet to try and get him to comply. “You’re always helping me at my job! Let me serve you this time!” I begged him.

It really was unfair, the way he always came to help me at work, to up my production so I could pay the bills, spending his saturdays to be here instead of spending time for himself, while he never seemed to want anything but my friendship in return.

“Ahha… I guess I’ll just…” He walked over, finally releasing my massive balls from his nearly vice-like grip.

He stepped up, blushing furiously all the way, hands down by his sides as if he was unsure of what to do with them.

He stood, awkward and staring at me like a viper.

“Mmhm.” I smiled up at him, fluttering my lashes in annoyance. “Strip.” I said with finality.

“Oh! Aha… sorry.” he said as he went to do just as I said, pulling down his lower garments, face turning into a furnace of red as his bobbing, fairly average dick came into sight.

“Ah… there he is!” I said, reaching out to grab ahold of his member, placing the head at the tip of the suctioning facsimile of a vagina. “And isn’t he just so excited!” I said, watching Nate’s face, satisfied to see his eyes nearly sparkling with excitement as I began to push his dick inside the tube.

It was one of the smaller ones, far too small for me to have ever used it, but a perfect size for Nate and his rather normal male member. It folded out over his tip as he dipped deeper inside, the cushy opening, shaped almost like a woman’s hole gripped his flesh nicely as he moved. Above I watched his face turn a dumb shade of euphoria and small sounds, so cute and erotic to my ears, simmered out from his lips.

I chuckled, now reaching below to run my fingers lightly over the sagging pair of balls churning inside his scraggly sack. The tube had already started to writhe and suction his dick within, performing in a familiar manner to the comparatively massive hole my own cock speared into.

“Oooh…” I cooed, squeezing and rubbing his balls while I felt my own oversized pair prepare to shoot a new load. “Look at these little guys… they’re just so… cute!”

Nate glanced down, a phantom smirk showing on his pleased lips, the pleasure wafting through him seeming to remove just a bit of his earlier uncertainty. “So… what if… they were bigger?”

I raised a brow at him, curious about the question before looking back down at my hands on his cute little sack.

“Well… I can’t say that I’m not biased but being able to explode like a fire hydrant every few minutes is fairly exciting…” I smirked up at him, grasping nearly his whole sack in one hand to show just how tiny he was.

He glanced down at my hand, looking back past my perky ass, as if to compare our sizes. He looked back at me, breathing heavy and face flushed as he seemed to nod to… himself?

With the suction still on his cock, he reached down to the floor and pulled something from his pants down on the floor around his feet. His phone.

“What’s up Nate? You look like you’ve just thought of something fun?” I asked, curious why he wasn’t focused purely on the satisfaction originating from his middle. It would be fairly lame at this point if he decided he needed porn to get off, he looked almost ready to burst just with the short time spent fucking the tube and with my hands playing with his nuts.

He played with the device for a second, seeming to be typing for a second as the “clack” of fake keys could be faintly heard.

He shot me a glance as he typed.

“So… I think I want to show you something… just, I hope you don’t freak out too much…” he said, worriedly looking at me as he stopped typing.

“Uhuh? What, do you have something really messed up to show me? As long as you’re not hiding literal bodies, I think I can’t get over some slightly odd kinks.” I said, thinking that this would be another instance like when Nate had shared his interest in hyper-producing futa.

“Ah… something… like that. Er… no bodies.” he blushed as he pressed something on the screen, watching me as he did.

“Oookaaay…”

At first I didn’t notice anything as the pair of us stayed where we were with our cocks being slowly milked towards climax. The only noise, that of our deep breathing and the machines which slightly hummed in the background. But then I did see something... odd.

“Wha-”

I glanced down, to where my hand had still been resting against his tiny orbs, sinking in, squeezing and coaxing. Except I was no longer holding two or even one of the two orbs within the entirety of my grasp. Instead my hand rested against something that felt oddly familiar, massive, and as I soaked in the sight of what Nate had hanging from his crotch, I gasped with my voice caught in my throat.

His sack hung huge, down to his knees, containing a pair of balls so massive that they looked almost identical to my own… except… bigger?!

“What the fuck?!” was all I could stutter out, my hand still resting against the gigantic pair of balls.

“Surprise!” he said with an embarrassed chuckle, raising his arms up and wincing as it caused his nuts to shake against his knees.

“Oh sh–” he rasped as his balls suddenly tugged upwards and his dick which still bobbed, hugged by the masturbatory tube. It bulged widely as cum raced to the tip, filling it with more than had probably ever been shoved down this tube meant for a normal man.

“Uh oh.” I said, seeing the cum shooting from his tiny dick become too much, causing the tube to summarily lift from his tip. A geyser similar to my own production flew across the room to splatter against the far wall, splattering a giant mess from floor to ceiling just from the first explosive spurt that had been unable to be contained in the suction device.

He jerked and moaned, tensing bodily every time another rush of cum exploded from his cock, the supply never seeming to run dry as more and more jettisoned across and onto everything within range. I could hear him yelling for my help, moaning my name as if in the throws of passion as he grasped for the swaying tube that had fallen off his member.

Yet I couldn’t pull my gaze away from those huge, pulsing balls. The ones which had been small enough just a few moments before to fit within the palm of my hand.