My Lover’s Balls

My current lover’s balls are so fun to play with.  Visually, they’re a delight, and when you squeeze them, it feels good.  Plus, he encourages kids to play with them, and I love that. 

I want to tell you how we met.

I was looking to score some crystal meth from a McDonald’s playground.  My dealer said he’d meet me in the ballhouse.  I was already running late, and I was super annoyed that he wouldn’t ditch school early to meet me, but he said he didn’t want to miss sloppy joe day in the cafeteria.

We met around 3:30 and made the exchange.  I slipped the new Wii Mario Kart game into his paws, and he passed me the nasal burn.  It was hidden in a tiny ziplock bag inside a cheeseburger. 

I noticed a sexy man watching us, and I got scared.  “You know I’ll cut you right?  If this is a setup, I’ll make sure you suffer.”

The kid brushed me off.  “Easy lady.  That’s just my dad.  He owns this ballhouse.”

I nodded, feeling relieved.  Taking a closer look, I told the dealer-kid his dad was kind of hot.  “Your dad’s a DILF.  Tell him I like his balls.”

The kid shrugged and tried to get up, but I pushed him back down.

“Wait.  Tell him I’m a spinner.” 

“What does that mean?”  He asked.  I rolled my eyes.

I camped out for days in that ballhouse, trying to get the dad’s attention.  I doused my flesh with liquid bronzer and used some of the blue balls to cover my short and curlies.  He asked me to leave a couple of times, and once I was booked on indecent exposure for exposing myself to minors (I didn’t ask those kids to watch), but none of that mattered. 

He finally asked me out, and now I get to play with his balls whenever I want.  I even get free nuggs.