I lay down on my back, and at his command, drew my upside-down face under his ball sack. He released it and let it fall heavily over my face, and I could feel its heat and weight covering me. It was so big it covered my entire face, and I opened my mouth to search for one of his balls. I found one and barely got it to fit in my mouth. It was about the size of a chicken egg, and I could hardly breathe as I rolled it around clumsily in my eager mouth. The rest of his huge sack hung over the sides of my face, and I reached up to fondle its entire size. I tried to reach for his cock, but Jason’s hand grabbed mine and led it firmly back to his balls. I understood and obeyed, concentrating only on this impossibly big sack that was blocking my vision and weighing down on my head. I found the other ball and sucked that one for a while, again having to release it several times in order to breathe. Jason let out a pleasured sigh and adjusted his weight to thrust his crotch out further over me. He resumed drinking his beer and turned up the volume to the television. The sounds coming from the set gave a surreal feeling to add to my blacked-out vision, and I moved my head to suck and lick his massive ball sack more aggressively. His free hand found my large breasts and fondled them gently for a while, then moved to my curved neck, where it rested, cupped around my chin and holding me firmly to his body.

I had never sucked a guy’s balls in this position before, especially when he was leisurely engaged in something else like television and beer. It was a strange mixing of the sexual and mundane, and it fascinated me. The awe I felt for him due to his immense size was only increased by his seeming disinterest in my worship of him. He had his beer, his TV show, and also a hot girl upside-down on her back, sucking his huge balls. I felt like one of several objects of his pleasure, and it made me all the more horny and eager to please him. I took a handful of his sack and licked it up and down, then tried to take both of his balls in my mouth. Finding this impossible, I took his entire size in both my hands and held it above my face, watching the excess fall over the sides of my cupped hands. It was so big…

A half an hour passed, and Jason still wouldn’t let me touch his cock. It was just as soft as it was at the beginning, and I started to increase the attention and eagerness I was paying to his ball sack. I let it fall over my face again, and started taking each ball one at a time in my mouth and sucking it long and hard, almost trying to swallow it, before releasing it to breathe and switching to the other one. He rewarded my efforts with grunts of appreciation, and his hand moved back to my breasts, where he carelessly caressed each nipple in turn. “Aw, fuck, yeah,” he said. “Just like that, you’re doing good.” The words were spoken like a god accepting a sacrifice. My breathing quickened, and I started to moan, trying somehow to fully service all of his enormous sack at once.

Finally, Jason finished his beer, let out a belch, and set the empty bottle on the bedstand. Bringing his feet slowly under him, he stood up on his keens, bringing his big, swinging package over my face, where it dangled down in front of me. The head of his cock rested on my neck, and I was staring up at the bottom of his massive, bulging ball sack. It looked even bigger in this position, and I reached up both hands to try to grasp it. Even with both hands I couldn’t encircle it inside my grasp, and could only hold it above me like a piece of overripe fruit. Lowering his ass toward his heels, he brought it down over me and started rubbing it lazily back and forth across my face. The heat and heaviness of it was thrilling, and I felt my senses overwhelmed once again. I put out my tongue to lick as much of it as I could while he stroked my soft face with his massive nut sack. I could feel the powerful weight of it, and almost hear the heavy fluid inside as it swung against my face. My hands moved with it, taking in the impossible size of it. He placed his hands on his thick hips and stretched his short torso in a lazy pose, letting me stare up at him in awe. I began to see why he was taking his time, why he was making me wait and just be satisfied lying beneath him, paying him homage with my lustful glances and naked body. He was teaching me to worship his size for its own sake, to appreciate the sight and feel of it, and to get used to the sight of him above me, lording his superior equipment over my submissive body.