Ballgames

Hello everyone!

I felt like writing something different than before. That's why I'm moving into an unusual category for a change. It's a bit of a grab bag for me too; I'm curious to see what comes out.

What is it about? The theme of the story should be an obsession with male genitalia and the discovery of homoerotic tendencies including BDSM practices (ballbusting).

And as always, I look forward to your reactions and feedback :-)

Your P. H.

Deutsche Version: https://chyoa.com/story/Murmelspiele.64286

Lukas and I have been best friends since elementary school. We went through the ups and downs of adolescence and growing up together. After graduating from high school, however, he moved to another city to study and apart from the occasional chat, we lost touch, much to my chagrin. So I was all the more pleased when he wrote a few days ago to say that he wanted to come over for a short visit. Of course I agreed!

When he actually stood in the doorway, I had the impression that he hadn't changed at all. At the same time, he seemed to be a different person. His black hair was short, but he had a beard. He wore clothes I'd never seen on him before. And when we started talking, he talked about so many people, places and experiences that were foreign to me. Nevertheless, we were back on the same wavelength in no time at all, it was almost as if he had never been away.

We chatted half the night and emptied more bottles than was good for either of us. Eventually he nodded off on my sofa. I brought him some bedding, wished him a good night and then went to sleep myself.

I have no idea what time it was when I woke up. It was dark outside and I could only hear a single car humming in the distance. However, I could clearly feel what had woken me up. My bladder was emphatically demanding to be emptied. I heaved myself out of bed, but immediately realized that I still had enough **** left in my blood for a second binge. Swaying slightly and with puffy eyes, I made my way to the bathroom.

In the living room, I inevitably passed Lukas' improvised sleeping area. The sight that presented itself to me made me stop abruptly. Lukas was lying across the sofa. The blanket I had given him had slipped away and so I couldn't help but notice that he had stripped down to his underpants to sleep.

That was nothing dramatic in itself. I'd often seen him in similarly skimpy outfits at the gym. And we'd also been in the sauna together a few times. But at that moment, it was something completely different. The vulnerability and unwanted intimacy that emanated from him struck a chord in me that I had never known before.

Fascinated, I stared at his package, which was clearly visible under the thin fabric. A strange fascination took hold of me and I couldn't take my eyes off it. Without consciously deciding to do so, I sleepwalked towards him and stretched out my hand in his direction. Just a few more inches and I would touch his briefs.

I flinched as if I had been hit by an electric shock. Hey! What was I doing there? I realized that I had almost touched his cock. I didn't understand what had driven me to want to do something like that. I wasn't gay after all.

Or was I?