AH! What the hell!
JACK-OFF!

by
Nigel Kent
March 1998

'If I don't shoot my load fuck'n soon, I think that my bloody balls will explode', I think to myself, groping on my excited packet, hard'n'good, as I enter my place dumping my stuff down on the table in the front room.

Well, it's been quite a successful day so far with my fucking terrific pumping session this morning, YEAH, three hours is just right for me, my great thing of a tool'n'my two fat rocks, swinging hard and heavy, YEAH, really bloody heavy and full of my turgid lust and Hank will be here tomorrow,

"For a whole eight days and nights of the really filthy sex that we're into these days", I say out loud and to myself, but that's tomorrow and my dick'n'balls are giving me fantastic-horny-hell right now. The fucking urge is making me almost lose my control.

“The way that guy looked, perving on me, was it just two hours ago?”

His eyes riveted on my swollen meat and I was really close to inviting him back and SHIT! you just don't know what you're getting yourself into these days, we met and had a beer, he brushed against my meat and quite deliberately too, and then in the john of the cafe he wanted to suck me, suck my fat and swollen tool and drain my piss and it was then I took his number, exchanging names, and what do you know, his name is Pete, YEAH, too-right he's a Pete, with a basket like that - besides, I really do enjoy wanking myself off, alone and private, working on my tool, greasing it up'n'thinking filthy'n'pervy thoughts, of just what I am going to do to Hank in the next few days and the whip-welts on his tight little ass that he's going to take back with him, YEAH, too bloody right.

Excitedly, I had rushed back home, planning my perverted, urgent, wanking session.

I pick up my mail, my dick starts throbbing hard-stiffer'n'quicker, a great fat letter from Bill, The HUN, always so fuck'n hot, his lot, with two interesting looking ones from Chicago and a very slim one from The Foundation in Los Angeles and I give myself a hungry, lusty, I WANT TO SHOOT IT, GROPE, fingering the nob head of my dick thru my jeans, I've had these jeans for years'n'years and still they get me the hot CUM-ONS.

YEAH, well what would you expect showing off a packet like that, in such polished, greasy, sleazy black-faded jeans like these.

I put the HUN'S letter to one side with the thicker of the two from Chicago, keeping these goodies to look forward to later, after I've shot.

Open the others and speed-read them thru, good, that's Okay. Grope myself again, again running my fingers from hilt to nob and back and give my balls a fuck'n good'n'tight man-handling-clutch, as I go thru passing by the hallway mirror.

Turn the ventilator fan on, "SHIT! it's fuck'n hot in here", throw my leather jacket down and go back thru and pour a drink, some ice I think, half-think to pull my packet out, but don't.

No, don't do it, no, not yet.

Bloody balls are aching full of spunk, love the great feeling, feeling them tight and jammed in my jeans, specially when my dick is throbbing stiff like this, like teasing myself crazy and I know myself really well.

YEAH, I just love jack'n on my tool and smacking my balls about and pulling them back, tight hard to my ass-hole and just have my dick thrusting out, way out, far out.

Light a cigarette and think again of that guy, Pete and shit was he a humpy bugger, roughened levi-jeans, worn and looking oil-drenched, just the way I like them, Pete's a motor-mechanic or something, certainly looked the type and not in the slightest way how you would describe a faggot, no, just a real nice and humpy guy, with a good'n'heavy bulging basket, real punchy it was too, 'n' you could make his dick out as clear as well I think he had a stiff, especially with his fat dick-nob and those, his protruding tits, great mounds of flesh, that I drooled to chew.

OH SHIT! not many guys can get away with an orange-pink Tee-shirt, fitting as tight like that, of course, the greasy smudges allover it, helped somewhat.

Again I habitually feel the roughened ragged texture of the worn black denim of my jeans, probe-feeling-fingering the rubber ring around my dick-nob.

How long has it been on? Now, almost four days, almost continually, found it as I was cruising along. YEAH, last Sunday it was, some prick must have lost it or thrown it away, anyhow it fits me just tight and right and keeps my nob-head fat'n'juicy.

Casting my eyes over my latest HUN'S drawing, such a horny drawing of his character, 'GOHR', shit those riding-crops must sting as they cut-biting, keen-sharp into that toughened'n'hairy man's flesh, especially with his balls so buckled tight and weighted.

No, no-way can he cease his whorish-screams of forced'n'lustful pleasure as he takes his anonymous whipping, pain titillating, now roaring from within his head.

YEAH, his three assailants remain unknown, just go on whip flicking, with his sweat abundantly dripping, from day to night and again to day and my tool throbs harder than it did before, I feel pre-cum-juices coming to the fore, the red-hot'n'gaping and reddened-piss-slit cum-dribble-oozing, and my balls ache on.

I refill the poppers, fresh, and get my black grease ready, my hands, YEAH, they're, still quite steady, a nervous flush courses through my body, as my slime bag churns and my balls are rolling and that DOMINO, fireman-guy next to GOHR, he hangs, with his great fat tool, always, unashamedly piss-dripping, 'or is it pre-cum?' I ask myself and eyeing me, eyeball to eyeball straight, wants me, or any viewer, to suck him off, but that's not my scene.

YEAH, there's many a time when I've fantasized pissing allover him and into his mouth and down his throat and OH SHIT! I sure would love to do just that.

Now my sweating crotch is sweating more and I'm getting nearer to the moment when I'll jack my tool and masturbate myself right off and let it all go.

A good hard grab at my packet as I perv on it there, YEAH, I think that there are two of us here, he in the mirror and me. OH! BOY! does he have what's for, just look at his bulge, as you grope yourself tight and OH! SHIT! so does he and your getting nearer to your willing show of jacking your dick and wanking it hard'n'fast as you always do and so does he.

Hank's ass-hole's really rather tight and what a game it is for you to stretch that bugger's hole, the greater, for you to ball-fuck his fuck'n hole and first your dick, you shove into the hilt, then your balls, ONE, TWO, then you packet-fuck the fucker, well and truly, sure beats fist-fucking anyday but you'll do that first in any case, open his hole right up wide, for you to get hard deep inside and ram your guts out and give him a fucking, good'n'hefty, heavy-ride, with all your packet, fucking deep up in him.

My tool is raging stiffer now, more stiff-rigid than before, a sip or two of my drink I'll take and then rip at my button fly, ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR and haul the fuckers out.

I'm primed now ready, set, to go, just my boots and black-net shirt I wear, the image is great in the mirror there and that guy SHIT! just look at that weapon and those heavy rocks between his legs, I grope his dick and he gropes mine and then I light another cigarette, it's not quite yet the time for me to start, to jack my tool, I'm gearing my head, I'm almost there, my body trembles and excitement grows in my every nerve ending as a jerking, throbbing thrust goes thru my fat-plump, pumped and swollen shaft.

We both sniff poppers, he and me, a heady draught, my two heads go flying and my mind hurtles back to the time when I first met up with Hank and the way that he responded, to just how I bloodied his ass and rape-fucked him so very well'n'good and how we'd had a marathon experience for almost twenty-four hours nonstop, until we fell about exhausted, took to sleep and started allover again.

How I’d whipped his fuck'n tool, to rigid-stiff, then black and blue and beat it, 'till he shot his fuck'n cum-spunk-load, right out and drained him dry of it and how he had become light-headed and then I'm suddenly thinking that it would be quite a treat to see Hank and Pete, that guy of today, together, he certainly looked the type, that could and probably would, like to beat the shit out of Hank and I think that I would certainly like to have watched Hank getting fucked by the guy, but that is clearly out of the question for now. Sure makes for a very great fantasy.

I've got his number, 'do' Hank first and then maybe, just maybe give him a call. YEAH, have him over and we can all have a ball, ONE-TWO-THREE.

My dick gives a jolting, throbbing, thrust, sticking straight out, naked'n'hairless.

YEAH, being a pumper I shave my packet practically everyday and my balls swing hard'n'heavy down and lately, haven't they just been that much heavier?

SHIT! how I love that feeling in my rocks, that building-up of sexual-tension-lust and undoubtedly lots of fuck'n slimy spunk, as these days I am definitely shooting far more than I ever did before and loving every second of it and the very strange thing is, that I seem to be less affected by shooting and less exhausted, being able to shoot off more than ever before and on a daily basis definitely more often.

I take up my latest cockstrap, which is in fact a fine cat-collar, black and very nicely studded, not at all like the types that you get from any of the sex shops that I frequent. I strap it on, buckling it tight and firm about my packet, the root of my tool now bulges out, hard'n'fat and my ball-sac, rock-bag is caught up nice and with a sort of rolling juicy feel deep within its flesh.

Slowly, almost cautiously, I begin to roll the swollen, near puffy foreskin over the nob, watching with considerable eagerness, the pre-cum oozing from my piss-slit as I take up a little momentum and begin to roll back and forth'n'over'n'over'n'over, a fitting, lustful, yearning starts to grow, right there, in the pit of my groin,

YEAH, just above my cock-strap and I visualize Hank's quivering ass-hole, as I stretched it open'n'open and as I would spit great globs of spit into it and watching those great globs of spittle, ribbon back out, as I fucked his ass-hole like a rapist, ramming my dick as hard as I could, thrust-fucking the shit right out of him.

My hand is jacking on my tool, now faster and as I roll it back to the hilt, I'm beginning to deliberately smash my fist into my rocks, with as much force as I can muster and how I love the whacking sound they make and standing as I am, with my legs stanced wide apart, I nerve on my image jacking on his tool, there in the mirror and he-I am having one hell of a scene. I sniff, we sniff, heavily at the popper-machine and watch the lust ooze out of every pore.

YEAH, the two of us are beginning to work our fuck'n tools and taking up a great dollop of black motor-oil grease, I smash it into my crotch, smear-coating it over my rocks and slick-blackening my fuck'n raging tool, my eyes glaring, burning, lust-ridden, almost scorchingly, self-hypnotising and I take yet another heavy sniff, blood roar-racing thru my body as the stimulant takes me over and my tool quickens its pulsating throbbing rate and now I start to fist-punch and bash into my rocks as I speed the jacking rhythm on my fuck'n tool.

The whole of it is now totally covered in black, slickened, shining grease and the folds of my well worked foreskin appear to gobble my dick-head up. My rocks wanting harder treatment, I pick up the nearest, a small hand-whip, that I specially set aside for cock-rock-treatment and start to whip ferociously, whipping at my balls and now hard beating my meat-off, the urge of shooting and firing my slime load growing deep within my guts and with another great and unnecessary dollop of grease, I thickly coat my packet, smearing it also across my chest, from tit to tit and watching it drip, drip-dripping in this heat, drip-oozing down and my reflected companion is working harder and harder on his fuck'n magnificent'n'thrusting, swollen'n'roaring dick and now jacking more furiously than before, the greater sensation swings into my mind as to how I will bite and chew hard and heavy on Hank's unbelievable rough-roughened and very well worked tits and always leaving deep impressions of my teeth, that usually take at least a week for him to recover, but not so of late, in fact, I am finding it more and more desirable that his tits are always branded like that.

YEAH, with the bite marks of my teeth and then I find myself soaring into thinking, remembering that guy's tits and I fantasize about who bites and greedily chews on them, sucking hard on those fleshy mounds, as he works his fuck'n packet over and I imagine him now getting his fantastically tight ass well cut'n'bloodied and well'n'truly whipped.

I feel the urgency of shooting, growing harder and deeper and I know the agonizing ecstasy that I am going to go thru and experience, once started there is no stopping it, no, not until I have totally drained my rocks dry and again I bash harder at my rocks, whacking them with more force than before, now they are black-blue and bruised and the screaming sensation of shooting starts somewhere deep inside me and I hear myself, inside myself, outside myself screaming in soaring, roaring, rushing pain of shooting pleasure.

"I'M SHOOTING!....I'M SHOOTING!....I'M SHOOTING MY ROCKS!"

And all the lust of all the men that I have ever fucked begins to come roaring out of my dick, cum-firing, shooting out, spurting-cum, shooting out, quick great globs of shooting cum-spunk, thick white globs are shooting, shooting out and slithering down the face of the mirror, my comrade has also shot his load, it's doubled thick, a heavy-rolling -molten-lava-spunk-flow and again another blast fires out, my piss slit throwing out, this thick white-creamed'n'heavy juice and one great last spurt, YEAH, one after another, together and now all quietly, subsides, I have shot and I am done, my dick, my balls, hang not quite limp and not quite stiff and a pleasant warmth runs over me, taking me over and calms me down.

We have shot our loads, me and my mirror-image friend in there, in that dark glass, but now he is completely smeared with spunk and there it will stay for Hank's hunger-licking, sucking-mouth, tomorrow.

YEAH, he'll clean it good and so would you and you'd soon know.

AH! then, What the hell! - JACK-OFF again.