Timmy stepped towards Brooklyn hastily and got on his knees.
"A-are you sure you want this Brooklyn? I've been told the way I handle b-balls is a-addictive. Once you get a taste... You won't be the same."
Brooklyn took a deep breath, starting to unbuckle his belt. "I'm sure Timmy, you have no idea how much I need you. I've been dreaming about you fondling and playing with my balls ever since that day. Please Timmy."
Brooklyn was begging so hard it hurt. He wanted Timmy to use him as hard and fast as he wanted. He wanted him balls deep in this soft and toned cheeks, finishing hard inside of him, filling him up with Timmy's thick white cum.
Timmy just nodded in response and helped Brooklyn pull his pants down.
Timmy has a ritual before handling and balls. He lays down between Brooklyn's legs, Brooklyn still standing so that Timmy was face to face with his cookies balls. Timmy then clapped them with his hands.
"Patty cake Patty Cake," Timmy said, lightly playing with Brooklyn's balls.
"T-timmy p-please stop t-teasing m-me" Brooklyn said, out of breath from the heinous ritual Ryan was preforming.
"Beg for it if you want it so bad brookie cookie. BEG NOW BROOKLYN!" Timmy shouted.
"PLEASE TIMMY PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE USE ME."
"That's what I like to hear." Timmy said, finally taking Brooklyn's balls in his hands.
