He slammed me against the cold metal lockers, his thick fingers digging into my shoulders. "On your knees, white boy. You been staring at these black balls all week in the showers." His voice was low and rough, no bullshit. I dropped fast, face level with his crotch. His dick was already half-hard, but it was those heavy black balls that hung low and full that made my mouth water. Dark skin stretched tight over them, smooth except for a few veins, swinging heavy between his thick thighs.
I opened wide and sucked one in, tongue sliding over the warm, slightly salty skin. He groaned and grabbed the back of my head. "Yeah, suck those balls proper. Get them sloppy." I worked my tongue around the first one, then the second, letting spit drip down my chin while I juggled both in my mouth. They tasted like man, sweat and musk from his workout. My own cock throbbed untouched in my shorts.
He shoved his hips forward, forcing both balls deeper against my tongue.
"That's it, choke on them black nuts. You love it, don't you?" I moaned around them, the vibration making him curse. My hands came up to grip his muscular ass, pulling him closer so I could bury my face in that heavy sac. The weight of them filled my mouth, stretching my jaw as I sucked hard, popping one out then the other, strings of spit connecting my lips to his skin.
"Fuck yeah, get them wet for your tight hole," he growled. He pulled back, spun me around, and yanked my shorts down. Two thick fingers pushed into my ass without warning, scissoring me open while his wet black balls brushed my thigh. I pushed back on his hand, desperate. "Please, fuck me with that dick. Use me."
He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. The slap of his heavy sac against my ass echoed in the empty locker room. He didn't start slow. He pounded hard, each stroke making those big black balls smack my skin and swing forward. I reached back to cup them, feeling how full and tight they were as he fucked me.
"Play with my balls while I wreck this ass," he ordered. I squeezed and tugged them gently, rolling the heavy orbs in my palm while his cock stretched me wide. Sweat dripped from his body onto my back. The smell of sex filled the air, raw and filthy. He reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Gonna fill you up, then feed you these balls again."
His pace got brutal. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the wet squelch of his balls hitting me. I came first, shooting across the locker door, my ass clenching around him. That pushed him over. He buried deep, balls pressed tight to my ass as he unloaded, hot cum flooding inside me.
He pulled out slow, turned me back around, and fed me his softening cock and balls together. "Clean them up, slut. Lick every drop." I did, tongue lapping cum and spit from his dark skin until they glistened again. He smirked down at me. "Same time tomorrow. These black balls ain't done with you yet."
I left the locker room sore, marked, and already craving the next round.
