Sorry about that. (contains taboo themes(you've been warned), masturbation and voyeurism but no actual sex... yet)I couldn't believe it had come to t...is. I had moved in to live with my sister. This last year hadn't gone the best for me, I had lost my job and had to live off of my savings for a few months until most of that was gone. I needed some help getting back on my feet. Bit of a low point in my life, but that's ok right? Everyone struggles every now and then, as long as I don't give up. Motioning with an encouraging smile. My fingers wrapped around it, marveling at how massive the monster was. So warm and alive. It’s thick, purple head spasmed as my fingers brushed it, large veins bulging. ‘That’s right,’ she said as I began to slowly stroke its length. ‘Just like that. You know what to do.’ I didn’t, but my lust addled body sure did. Almost on autopilot as I guided the monster down between my legs. There was pressure, pushing its way inward. A tight fullness curing an. She was excited to hear my offer and off we went to her shop to check a leaking pipe. Once in the back she showed me the valve and I found a wrench and quickly fixed the minor leak. Happy the issue was fixed she asked me what I wanted for payment. I said nothing since it took no time to fix it and I was happy to help. Her look got really serious as she stated, “Surely there is something from me you want”. I laughed and said, “Sure a blow job would be good”. To my surprise she walked over got on. What can I say? Those particular things are just so intimate and personal to me that, even though they happened several years ago, it still makes me feel ashamed and embarrassed to tell you about them. But if you really must know…yes, Freddys balls did turn me on a lot. Seeing them…and holding them…and feeling them. Back then, I didnt know why they turned me on so much. They just did. And so the truth is that I spent a lot more time feeling out Freddys balls, than I did squeezing his dick. By.