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"Okey-dokey mate...ever-ready
for sure...see you shortly" and as I put down the receiver my eyes
turned back to the cheval-mirror and eye-balling myself, dark, sex-crazed
pupil to reflected pupil, my eyes travelled down my sweating, naked body,
specially observing the obvious sheen of my well-earned sweat and slowly
down over worked and darkened tits, admiring the plumped and fingered
flesh, then even lower into that well defined naval-pit, settling at last
on my close-cropped crotch, the shining greasy stubble and I make a mental-note
to once again attend to that ever growing pubic hair.
Then an abrupt change of thought by the gleaming glint of a heavy stainless
steel ring, appearing to be almost implanted, once on, it's there for
good, or a bloody long time, firmly, tightly, circling the heavy now extra
thickened hilt-base of my cock and balls and upon my cock, where two tumescent
veins spring forth, almost translucent as they meander down along my fat
and swollen cock shaft, right down to the thickly rolling flesh of my
near bloated, hooded, fatly-bulbous nob-head, with it's piss-slit mouth
now drooling, slightly puckered, oozing thin drawn bubble drippings of
ribboned pre-cum juices.
With eagerness and great satisfaction I now returned once again to my
most favourite occupation, working on my packet.
YEAH, as some perverts would say, 'Playing with themselves', but I take
it more seriously, for me it's a way of life. My way and my life.
"All I want to do is to give you some fuck'n fun. YEAH! You! You
with your fuck'n packet grinding away down there. Your dick and balls
freshly pumped and swollen and specially your dick, thick, heavy and full
of it. Those urges, you know. YEAH, you know just what I mean, your hands
sweaty and tight as the urges of lust grow hard deep in your mind and
now all you can think of is your fuck'n lust. YEAH, too damned right!
Just fuck'n lust with your turgid packet grabbing at your guts and SHIT
-MAN!...you just can't get enough of it, now can you?"
You think of how that stretched skin looks, slowly day by day as. you
work out on it, the fuck'n thing develops. Bodily, you don't, won't work-out,
no, not at any price, nor in any gym' but you certainly give your packet
a fuck'n good work-out and make bloody sure that you proudly show-off
heavy in your jeans. YEAH, too right you do, but that is clearly something
else and you think on of how all of that stretched skin looks, hanging
there below your dick-shaft. YEAH, your great swinging ball-sac. Hairless,
naked, full and heavy with swollen rocks of lust, hard-heavy, skin-thickened
and leathered like some boxer's punching bag and you can take a punch
or three, hard-harder and enjoy to have your spunk punched out of your
rocks, when you've a mind for it and when the poppers are fresh and great
and your cocksucker of a buddy is great and ready too, but the fucker,
oh sure, he’s always ready. There's no problem there! How you love
to watch it close as you steadily draw that pumped sac out. YEAH, all
of that rolling stretched skin of your ball-sac as you draw it back out
of that cylinder, that cylinder which is now laying there, barren, used,
empty, tell-tale greasy slime remains and loose dribbling drops of your
pre-cum that you had sucked out of your dick's piss-slit and you think
back on the skin as it made it's way out to freedom. Slowly being released
from that tube. Those greasy folds of skin! Curling and furling! Now slimy-glinting,
with thick-grease-smear! Vaseline saturated! Almost unfurling, you thinks,
like some kinda proud but tangled flag, as you draw your balls freely
bouncing-out throbbing!
Dully-aching and sorta pointed. Their shape so altered and almost unrecognizable,
like never before did they look like that with the lust in them increased
and your wondering now, ‘just how much do they weigh?’
Oh yeah!, out they plop-drop, the left ball first and you take it kinda
carefully. Easy! YEAH, easy does it, then slowly your swollen dick slides,
worming with hesitating ease, it's thickened hilt-end first and along
slick-swollen shaft, those two thick pulsating veins seen running and
quickly the right ball now plops, in it's heavy greasy state.
YEAH, plops out and free!
Your packet hangs free and swollen, lust-turgid-heavy, and dropping, man,
they’re very fuck'n heavy, and your fingers grab them urgently-hard
and how you enjoy the roughness of the leathered skin of them as they've
stretched just that much bigger and heavier than before and you tug and
manually stretch all of that new-found skin of your greasy, slimed-up
ball-sac, stretching and weighing them and mesmerizing yourself with your
own fuck'n rocks, and now you vow that you will put a definite set-timing
on your pumping regim no matter what.
Standing back, you pull on your most ragged, filthy, jeans.
The late afternoon sun-light arcs across the room, cutting a beam that
hits straight across your flies, you've positioned yourself there and
the buttons, how they glint, then you start at the bottom and now straining
at the roughened flies, you struggle and secure the first, the second
button you tore out with perverted intention, leaving an extra ragged
scar in the denim of your well-packed and bulging, tightened flies for
all to see, so you pass on to the third, then to the fourth and so-on
to your waist. Your straining bulge generously arcs out, over and down,
it’s all your crotch, and man, you know you're a fuck’n BALL-MAN,
you can see that for sure, of that there's no bloody doubt!
You're a BULLISH-BALL-MAN! That's true!
Constantly, having them hanging and banging freely out on many a time
and how you just love to continually grope at them, rough-fingering the
skin, all of that sensitive skin, so stretched and pump-wrinkled, rolling
one ball to the other and making them hot! YEAH, bloody red hot! As you
think, you’re boiling your own spunk in your slime-filled ball-sac
and now they're packed heavy and full and bulging like that, that filthy
faded denim. Deliberately rough-torn and stretched taut. Moulding about
every curve, adding emphasis to emphasis, and if that's not enough, there’s
old spunky-cum stains hard stiffened, slightlt glistening, and fuck'n
well ingrained!
"SHIT! just look again at that fuck'n bulge!
MAN! You can't get enough of yourself!
Just rip at your flies!
YEAH!, open again, YEAH!, open up again and grab at your packet and haul
it all out, those great bloody balls and that great fuck’n stump
of a dick! Looking more like a tree-stump than it ever did before, with
its heavy rolling foreskin, swollen-puckered, loose and almost raw!
Cupping your dick-nob and keeping it's baldness hidden, and now, once
again, you’ve discovered it's most sensitive edge. Then you’re
at it again, lovingly giving it extra edge. Teasing flesh. Rolling back’n’forth,
sure you certainly do and you work to a frenzy then without shooting,
just let your damned dick go. So you start at it again and make your dick
stiffer! Sorta painfully!
OH YEAH, EXQUISITE PAIN!
Much more rigid than before and you know too bloody right, that you'll
be shooting your load, your thick creamy load, deeply down, deep into
your mate's deep throat, with your swollen dickhead’s nob jammed
right in him to the back of his throat and he'll take it on board and
you'll give him the score and blast his guts full’n’fill to
the brim with your urgent spunk load. Followed fast by your slashing,
your torrential piss gushing and flooding him thru-out his entire body,
you'll piss!
Thinking like this, once again, start again, handling the skin, that fuck'n
foreskin that you have pumped and restored and it's wetly-drippings and
still greasy as before. And man, how you like it that way, with that grease
lingering on, always ready you think as you roll the skin back’n’to’n’fro
over your swollen dickhead‘s-nob. Bright red and fuck'n juicy it
seems to you, then you hand-weigh those rocks.
YEAH, those bloody heavy rocks and you give them a slap, YEAH, a good
hard’n’resounding hard slap, the walls echo back and you remember
on about last night's fuck.
Now, again, you work your rocks in, down inside your left leg .
"Just look at that bulge", as you force them down again and
you roll that nob's skin again and your dick stiffens up as you pack it
away sitting hard on those rocks, then you turn this way and that as you
feel your masculinity heavy in your jeans, your just one fuck'n dick and
you've just gotta grope at it, what else can you do?
It's fuck'n begging for it, so you give into it and grope it hard-harder
and think of raping your mate again and again, SURE, ‘cause he likes
it that way. He begs for it! YEAH! He grovels for your dick! He grovels
for your rocks! He drinks down your piss and swallows your spunk and never
gives up or misses a drop! So you saturate him from his head to his feet
and he pisses your piss thru his own pissing dick.
Your fingers run along
that shapely shaft that's your tool, as clear as crystal you can see your
nob there, OH YEAH MAN, all is on show and you'll certainly do that, YEAH,
show it all off when you go down the town, go swaggering down, swaggering
into the town, perving on yourself in all the shop windows that you know,
YEAH, sure you know which ones they are and that's the route that you'll
take when you step and swagger out and your fingers travel back along
your shaft to your hilt and your balls are really swollen much bigger
than before, and there's a new stain spreading slowly across your tight
denim crotch, as your pre-cum oozes out and your balls are fuck'n aching,
thinking of your buddies throat stuffed full of your dick, YEAH, right
down to it's hilt and it's now ramrod stiff and SHIT! you really want
to shoot but you'll hold it back now, he'll be here soon for sure and
then you'll pump up together just a little bit more, or, in fact a helluva
lot more, for that's what you're about these days, really getting it going
fat and juicy, your meat and your rocks heavy like that!
You take a slight step backwards so you get a better look, "SHIT
MAN! you're one helluva fella with a packet like that, your bulge is just
right but you'll go for some more and that's for sure", you eye the
new jock-strap still sweetly fresh from it's wrappings, "It’ll
soon bear your smell, it'll stink of you man, with your swollen packet
giving it form and sweating in there and when it's really sleazed and
greasy, you'll know it's truly yours and cradle your rocks and hold that
stretched skin up tight with your hooded dick-head thrusting thick bulging
in there, it's contours will be your's and you'll stiffen it good with
some shooting loads of spunk that's for sure, YEAH, it'll soon take your
shape and will stand by itself well almost but just waiting for your packet
to fill it again as you lounge about in it, just showing yourself off"
The intercom buzzes, that's your mate's ding-dong, two steps at a time,
his racing tread sounds, at the door rat-a-tat-tat and you let the fucker
in..............................................
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