First It Is Cooled Down ...

Panting and with narrowed eyes, Lukas leaned forward with his elbows on the kitchen table. His nuts must really be very sensitive to pain if he reacted so violently to the rather accidental pressure from his own thighs. I tried to imagine what it must have felt like for him, but I couldn't even come close. What was happening to me, on the other hand, was both equally pleasurable and embarrassing as I thought about how I had crushed his balls the previous night. I felt myself getting an incredible hard-on. Unconsciously, I rubbed over the thick bulge forming on the front of my pants. The memory of our unplanned but extremely exciting adventure aroused me like nothing before. Which was very unusual in my opinion, because after all - you'll remember - I wasn't gay.

Nevertheless, I could no longer contain my curiosity to take a closer look at the consequences of our little game with Lukas. I stepped to the side behind him and bent down. With his legs apart and his upper body leaning forward, he gave me the best view I could wish for. What I saw took my breath away for a moment - and then made my mouth water.

Wow, that looked awesome! His already large balls had swollen by at least half their original size. The smooth skin of his poor, abused sac stretched over it and shone in vibrant colors from fiery red to bluish pink to dark purple. My fingers itched to try out immediately how the thick ripe fruit would feel. But I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands into fists to hold myself back.

Instead, I asked sympathetically: “Does it hurt a lot?”

“It feels best when the pain subsides,” he remarked sarcastically.

“Wait, I have something that will help.”

I ran into the bathroom and fetched a cooling ointment left over from a sports accident where I had bruised my ankle.

“Watch out. It'll be cold,” I warned.

Then I put a generous amount of the remedy on my hand and gently applied it to his bruised balls. Very carefully, I began to spread the cream and rub it in gently. He winced at the first touch. But as the soothing effect of the ointment set in, he relaxed and sighed with relief.

I was surprised to discover that his genitals felt completely different. Plump and hard with a slightly yielding surface. If I applied too much pressure, Lukas would gasp. But most of the time he seemed to enjoy the treatment and hummed softly.

To get a better view of what I was doing, I squatted down. This perspective between a man's legs was new and unusual, but also quite exciting. The most surprising thing was the realization that my boyfriend seemed to be more than enjoying the gentle massage. His cock stood forward, big and hard. A thick, clear drop shone at its tip. The sight mirrored what I felt in my way too tight pants, where my own hammer throbbed against its uncomfortably squeezing wrapping.

Without consciously thinking about why I was doing it, I reached out my free hand and grasped his thickly veined tool. Lukas growled with satisfaction and leaned even lower on the tabletop, involuntarily thrusting his muscular ass towards me. Huh? How naughty!

I should teach him that a good boy shouldn't behave like that. My fingers, which had been tenderly lubricating him until then, opened up to find a better grip on his swollen manhood ...