Under the Bedsheets

I was standing right next to the giant's plentiful balls. I had a feeling inside of me that just wanted to be inside of them, it was a feeling I needed to fulfil because if I didn't, I would regret it for as long as I lived. The giant's balls weren't sagging, they weren't dark brown with one or two long black curly hairs on them, the balls were perfect, youthful, tight and pink. The sack itself was overly rippled, it looked like someone had hoed the skin as the creases and wrinkle lines were so clear and defined. When you looked at the body of the massive man, and then looked at his balls, they seemed gigantically big, I mean really out of proportion, but that could have been the fact I was so very small and couldn't see much of the from being under the bedsheets.

I knew how much cum the man could make in a single night, I saw him shag a normal sized man last night, and even the muscle god he was leaving his load in was having trouble with the amount of it all. But I did wonder what he must eat to keep up with the volume of cum he has, he must of eaten everything all the fucking time to keep his cum nice, white and clean.