I was home from my 3rd year in college and my neighbor was redoing his basement. He asked I wanted to help him do some painting and other minor things. He said he would pay me so I decided to help him out. He was a pretty cool guy. I had known him for years and done work here and there with him. He would help us out too sometimes.

It was summer so it was quite hot and he had not finished the air conditioning work because he was waiting to install the condenser. We sweat quite a bit even though both of us were wearing a tshirt and shorts. After the first day we decided to take our shirts off because it was so hot, didnt really help much, but we were just 2 guys working. He was hairy all over and I had was pretty hairy too, I remember him commenting on it the first time I took my shirt off. He said he had never felt comfortable taking his shirt off because he was so hairy, but didnt mind, seeing how hairy I was. Didnt bother me either way, I was just hot and sweaty.

He was up on the ladder the second day and asked me to come hold it, it was the afternoon and we were both wearing shorts only. He was painting a hard to reach spot and having to straddle on to my ladder to reach the spot. We had construction lights on the floor pointing up so we could see everything really well and the cut off jean shorts he was wearing were spread wide. I would see his balls hanging right there. The first few times I looked away not wanted to see that sort of thing at all, but after holding the ladder a few more times for him that afternoon I found myself staring at them more and more. I even saw his tip a few times. Each time he asked me to hold the ladder again, I was thinking about what I would see next. His balls seemed sooo big to me and the way they were so loose and how they moved kepted me wanted to see more. I remember walking home that afternoon anticipating the next days work and what I would see.

The next day we actually started painting his foyer after he added in some wall sconces. This was a high space and he had to be mostly at the top of the ladder. I held the ladder for him all morning because he was up so high and it was unstable. I wrestled all morning thinking I shouldn't look again, but I always would and I started seeing both balls, then his tip again. I could not stop looking up because I was hoping to see more and more each time.

We were a few hours into painting that space and it happened, he caught me looking. I was looking right at his balls and he caught me. We made eye contact for a few seconds and he went back to painting. He caught me 2 more times before lunch, I still could not stop myself looking. At lunch he didnt say much besides asking me what I wanted on my sandwich, until we were both sitting at the table. He said "So, are my balls the first balls you have seen up close". Of course I said I didnt know what he was talking about. He said he saw me and it was ok. I denied it a few more times, but he was reluctant to let me out of this. I finally said yes the 4th time he asked me. He was really cool about it and laughed. I told him I have never seen any up close and told him his were so much bigger than mine. I actually asked him how his got so big and he laughed. Anyway we finished our lunch talked and started working again.

As we were walking back to the foyer to finish it up, he asked me if I was wearing any underwear today. I looked at him and said that I was. He told me to go in the bathroom and take it off so he could look up my shorts. I laughed because he was clearly joking. He said he was serious. I said no again when he asked me and he said "You looked at my balls all morning, it is my turn to look at yours." I was really nervous at this point and asked him "You really want me to?" and he nodded. So I went to the bathroom with all sorts of thoughts going through my head. I didn't know what to do. I left the powder room with my underwear in my hands, he said to throw them on the drop cloth, so I did. He then gave me the bucket of paint and brush. I climbed the ladder, looked down and he was trying to get a good view. I started painting trying to ignore the situation but after looking down at him a few times I actually started getting hard. I made sure to position myself so he couldnt see that part, but it was difficult. I was doing the touch up around the sconce on this side and was done, but my cock was rock hard now knowing he was still looking up my shorts. I stalled for a few minutes and he said to come down and we can finish the other one and we would be done for the day. I was wearing cut off sweat pants and when I turned around he could see my small hard cock pointing straight out, making the sweat pants tent up, but on the side. When he looked down he just stared for a moment and then picked the ladder up to move it. I climbed the ladder to finish up the other sconce with him looking at me the entire time. While I was finishing up he asked me how many times I masturbated a day. I laughed and said "I dont do that". He laughed back and said " We all do it, How many times?" I said I didn't and he said "I do it 3 times a day sometimes." I looked down at him and he nodded his head. He also said he had been doing it for years and that most guys do it. He didn't push too hard and I said I was done. Luckily my cock was getting soft again and I climbed down the ladder. We cleaned up and as I was about to leave he said "I like your small balls". I didn't say anything. He said "I would like to see your cock and balls at the same time, what do you think?" I said "No, I dont think so". He said he would show me his first and started to unbutton his shorts. I didn't want to look but I couldn't help it, he unzipped his shorts and I could see his shaft, it was wide. I could feel my cock getting hard again, but all I could do was stare. His shorts were down fast and I saw his cock getting harder, his balls were hanging so low and his cock was so much bigger than mine. I couldn't believe how hard my cock was, all I could do was stare at his. He asked if he could see mine. He had to asked a 2nd time because I was in a trace with the situation. He came closer to me and started to pull mine down, my small hard cock making it harder to pull them down. I could see his cock getting thick but not very long. I was close enough to touch it but I didnt dare. He touched mine though and his large rough hand made my cock twitch.

He told me he had never touched another guys cock before and I said I had not either. He told me it was ok to touch his, but I didnt for a while because I was so nervous. I was really liking how he touched mine, he would stroke it once, then touch my balls, then slide his finger on my tip. He said he liked how hard I was and how my balls fit in his hand. The second or 3rd time his fingertip went over my tip I had a few drops of precum leak out. I was trying so hard to hold it in but I couldn't. He felt it and then he took one of my hands and put it on his cock. It was so hard and my hand didnt know what to do with it. I just started doing what he was doing to mine. We both started breating heavy and as we moved our cocks touched a few times. He actually rubbed up against mine for a few seconds then started to stroke my hard cock. I did the same to his but it was harder for me because he was so wide. He liked it when I would grab his shaft hard and yank it, he started to breath heavier and heavier. Both of is would switch hands to get a better grip or to grab each others balls. He was a little taller than me and he would rub his hard cock on my stomach, I would grind into him and could feel his balls push into my skin. He was grabbing my balls and cock from under my balls and one of his fingers was pushing into me just under my balls, this was a feeling I had not ever felt, I would grind into it because it felt so good. My cock would rub up against his thigh at times and I felt like I was going to cum. The way he was holding my cock and how part of my cock would hit his thigh sometimes made me arch back and before I knew it I was cumming all over his thigh. It felt like the most cum I had ever shot out of my cock. His fingers on his other hand was grabbing my ass really hard. I could feel him release his grip and he told me to stay right there, he let go of me and started stroking his fat cock right in front of me. He was going so fast and I knew what was going to happen. All I could do was watch and then he let out a long moan and started to cum. He leaned back slightly as he started to moan and the first rope hit my stomach hard and sprayed up my chest, the 2nd and 3rd hit my stomach straight on and felt like so much, it was warm and thick. The last few dripped a little on my cock and then he leaned into me. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach, his balls touching my still rock hard cock. He laughed a bit and I did too, we were both a little stunned at what just happened. He found some towels so we could wipe off.

That night I jerked off in my bed thinking about what happened that afternoon. After that we started to play together more and more.