Page 36 of Off Season

“What the fuck am I looking at? Do your balls have their own passport?”

He lets out a loud laugh. “Yep, having big balls isn’t just a figure of speech for me. I literally have big balls. Always have.”

I’m fascinated by this. “And you’re sure there’s nothing wrong or you’re not growing a small family inside there?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve had it checked many times, all with the same diagnosis. I just have big balls.”

I contemplate the logistics of what it must be like for him, and ask, “If you pass gas when you’re lying on your back, is it a scrotal eclipse of the fart?”

He starts laughing hysterically while grabbing his stomach. “Oh my god. That’s a good one. I’ve heard almost everything, but not that one. Want to know a secret about them?”

“Obviously.”

“They’re sensitive.”

“All balls are sensitive. They call a man a pussy if he’s soft, yet pussies can take a pounding. It’s a man’s dick and balls that can’t. When someone is soft or a wimp, they should call him a dick or balls, not a pussy.”

He twists his lips. “Hmm. That’s a bizarrely valid point.”

I nod. “I know, right?”

I love that we’re both naked, I came seconds ago, and we’re minutes from doing the dirty deed, yet our banter doesn’t stop. I don’t remember ever being this comfortable with someone.

He continues, “I don’t mean normal-balls sensitive. I mean turn me on like crazy sensitive.”

“You have a g-spot on your balls?”

He nods. “Something like that.”

I crook my finger, indicating he come to me. “Step into my office. I’ll need to do a full examination to determine the veracity of your statement.”

He bites his lip. “Hmm. I love it when you talk smart to me.”

“If that’s the case, then know that I’m about to titillate your gonads.”

He smiles as I drop down to my knees and immediately runmy fingernails and then tongue across his balls. He shivers a bit before precum leaks from his tip. I breathe out, “Holy shit.”

I take his extremely thick shaft in my hand and give it a few long pumps as I continue to worship his balls with my lips, tongue, and free hand. He gathers my hair in his fist and starts letting loose a string of what I assume are Spanish expletives. It’s hot as hell. I took Latin in high school, not Spanish, though I suddenly want to know what he’s saying.

He constantly jerks when I give attention to his balls. They’re crazy sensitive. This is like a whole new world. I feel like Aladdin, eager to explore it with my magic carpet.

Before I can get into any kind of groove, he lifts me and throws me on the bed. I widen my eyes. “What are you doing? I want to suck your dick.”

“Too bad. I want to pound your pussy. Next time you can suck my dick.”

I lift an eyebrow. “You assume there will be a next time?”

He smirks. “There will be. Once you get a taste, you won’t be able to deny yourself.”

“I promise there won’t be any issue walking away from you. I don’t need you getting all clingy on me. I don’t do relationships, Cruz. Before you glaze my donut, I want to be super clear about that.”

“It’s a good thing that I don’t do relationships either. We’re a match made in heaven.” He runs his hand up my leg. “I’ve waited for this. It’s happening. There is zero chance I won’t be sending an email to your spam folder tonight. Voy a abrirte ese coño y golpearte hasta someterte.”I’m going to spread that pussy open and pound you into submission.

What the fuck did he just say? Even though I have no idea, it’s so damn hot that my eyelids involuntarily flutter. I think my pussy does too.

His dimples make an appearance as he moves to lie on top of me. I push his chest hard so he falls back on the bed, and his bodyripples with the motion of the water. Climbing on top of him, I say, “I only come when I’m on top, kitten.”

He smiles as he rubs his hands together. “Sounds like a challenge, Kam bam.”

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