A Short Story About My Gym Buddy's Enormous Balls

A few months after my first year of university I decided I wanted to get into better shape. I've never been overweight or anything, but felt I could do with some toning up.

There was a guy who I shared halls with who I had always thought was pretty cute: this skinny, floppy-haired emo twink who was fairly quiet and unassuming. I knew he was gay because we'd chatted about it drunk during freshers' week, but nothing had every happened between us.

Because I didn't want to go to the gym for the first time on my own, I asked the whole flat if anyone fancied joining me. Everyone said no, apart from, to my surprise, this skinny gay dude. So we sort out memberships online and headed to the gym that was close to our campus.

As I said, he was a pretty shy, and conversation didn't flow between us on the way there. Our interests didn't overlap particularly, which didn't help. But we were in this together, and I was glad to have the company.

We arrived in our gym stuff, with clean regular clothes stuffed into backpacks. This hunky guy met us in reception and showed us around, explained a few things, what different equipment did, certain gym etiquette, such as wiping down machines after using them. He left us at the changing room door. From this point, we were on our own.

We found lockers next to each other and headed to the gym floor. It was the middle of the day on a weekday, so it was pretty empty. Having used a rowing machine before, I felt comfortable starting there. He took to the treadmills, which were lined up in front of the rowing machines, giving me a good view of him. It was all going fine: I was listening to a workout playlist and got into a good rhythm on the rowing machine, and my gym buddy was slowly working up the speed and gradient of the treadmill. Then I noticed something about him that I had never noticed before: as he passed a certain speed on the running machine, the point at which your movement has to become a bit more vigorous, I saw that the front of his running shorts was bobbing up and down heavily. I deduced that he was clearly wearing loose boxers, and that whatever was in them was huge. The rhythmical swinging backwards and forwards of his bulge was hypnotic, and I could feel myself getting hard. Could this skinny little twink be carry a serious weapon down there?

Anyway, we eventual move on to some of the less familiar machinery, first to a contraption that, according to the hunky gym man, worked on abs (which, to be honest, was what I was working for). I went first, and big bulge boy watched. As I curled my legs up and down, I swear I could feel his eyes checking me out, but every time I looked at him he seemed to be focused on what the machine was doing.

After about half an hour going from machine to machine, we eventually decided to call it a day. We were both damp with sweat, and his pale skin was blushed. We headed back to the lockers. We weren't sure before we came if we were going to shower at the gym or just wait till we got back to halls, so we packed towels just in case. When we reached our lockers I asked him if he was going to shower, and he somewhat cryptically replied: "I will if you are." Thinking I might catch a glimpse of whatever it was that was causing such seismic activity in his sports shorts on the treadmill, I jovially said to him "yeah, let's hit the showers!" We peeled of our tops, and I'm nearly blinded by his pale, stick-thin torso. I joked that he needs a tanning bed, not a gym, which he laughed at and told me to fuck off. As he laughed, he threw a glance over my body, and, I swear to god, he licked his lips! It was so subtle that I wasn't sure it actually happened. Was this guy into me? I pulled down my shorts to reveal my sweat-soaked tight boxers. He did the same to reveal, as I had guessed, loose-fitting and fairly long boxer-shorts. And then he pulled these down. There, a shade darker than the rest of his skin, was a relatively thick, and longer than average, cock. But the most astonishing thing were his balls. They were huge, the biggest I had ever seen. They gave a little swing as his underpants came down, hanging low below the tip of his dick. His scrotum looked like it was exhausted holding up these apple-sized testicles. I felt a rush of blood run to my dick. Flustered, I quickly removed my own boxers and made my way towards the showers. There was no one else in there. I headed to the end cubicle, and just as I went to close the door, something blocked it. It was him. He'd followed me. Before I could say anything, he had pushed in to the cubicle with me, and locked the door behind him. I looked down to see that his dick was extremely hard, sticking straight up like a flag pole. Below it were his colossal balls, made to look even bigger now his dick wasn't covering them. He reached behind me and turned on the shower. As the hot water streamed over us, he put his hands on the back of my neck and pulled me into his face. His tongue slipped between my lips in a warm, sweaty kiss. His erection pressed up against mine, making me even harder. I sank to my knees and took his dick in my hand. It was like a rock. I could feel every vein, pulsing. I started wanking him, teasing the uncircumcised tip with my tongue. With my other hand, I grabbed his sack. It was ridiculously heavy - how the hell did he walk around with these things swinging between his legs?! I stroked them, squeezed them - they felt like a very ripe orange! I put my whole mouth over his cock and took in as much as I could until I gagged. With the hand that wasn't cradling his ball sack, I start to wank my own solid cock . I had never been this hard, and I could tell I was going to cum very quickly. No sooner had I thought this than his balls and cock started contracting, pumping gallons of hot cum into my mouth - literally, it felt like gallons! No surprise, given the reservoir of cum that his enormous balls could probably hold. As it gushed down my throat, I exploded, shooting my load all over his shins, some of it hitting the cubicle door behind him. As I shot my last shot, another pulse of cum comes out of his dick, taking me by surprise. He cums so much I think he might be pissing. But no this tasted very potently of semen. When his giant sack was finally drained, I got up off my knees and we washed each other down, making out as we did so.

We left the gym with smiles on our faces. Needless to say, we went back a lot.