We had sex for a little longer than the length of a school year, I guess about 9 or 10 months. There was a whole lot of oral sex, as you can imagine, much of it with my nose buried into the underside of his very ample sack. Some of my favorite moments were when we sixty-nined with him above me and his big nuts would lay heavily on my face, my eyes, and my nose would take in the essence of his masculinity. Regarding his underwear, he usually wore briefs, often worn out and loose. I loved that because his eggs (or at least one of them) would often fall out and I'd get a hot look at his sex. Even though we had sex quite often, there was something intensely hot about him exposing himself to me without realizing it. I remember one time when we were out in the yard at his house and he was working on changing a tire on an old car. He was working on loosening a lug nut (I know

) in a squating position with one knee up. One of his huge tanks slipped out of his gym shorts and just hung there about five inches below the opening of the shorts, swaying with the movement that his effort caused, jiggling sometimes, knocking around at others. It was beautifully erotic! Oh, there were so many moments like that. No wonder I got so hopelessly hooked on giant low-hanging gonads. I'll tell you more if you'd like. Thanks for the interest. Gotta go jerk off now.
