"THE GREASER-PUMPER'S
TALE.....where, only the facts are real".
A poem by Nigel Kent....March 1998.
Prologue:
[YEAH, I am a GREASER-PUMPER I must confess
read now this tale and you'll learn some more
of how my packet I pump it good and fat
and almighty true,
my addiction is like many past sagas told.
Okay my beauties read
on and
I'll let you know
now it's yours for your own minds point of view.]
The Pumper's tale,
I'm here to tell you
with my goods greased-up
'n'I'm in a straight tube
'n'I've put on the pressure
'n'I've started to grow,
GREASED, THICKLY GREASED'N'GREASED
UP READY.
There's many a trick
can quickly be picked
but I think that it's better when you go slow.
THICK GREASY-GREASE,
AGAIN.
Great balls of FIRE
are what you're after
and a snake-stump dick that's as fat
as fat
you'll grease it up and what's the matter
of how fast the thing
as long as it grows'n'grows'n'shows.
THICKLY GREASED, HOT'N'EASY,
IT NOW READY FLOWS.
Your exhibitionistic
scheme is all you care for
so long as it bulges
what do you care
tight'n'horny is where you're now
and that's the best, for all the rest
to perve on.
YOUR hooded dick 'n'
YOUR swollen balls
HEAVILY GREASED 'N'
GREASED AGAIN.
Your dick, once a
cock
now a big fat stump,
your balls, they're now rocks
YEAH, they make quite a big lump
the two of them make just hanging there
way down,
way down between your legs, they bang and hang
for all to see - YOU make sure of that,
that they see your fat,
fat-tool, dripping there-some
YEAH, dripping juices, pre-cum.
But first, you must've
heavy-greased your goods
over hot ridged nob and red-fiering piss-slit
gaping wide and open wider,
YEAH, aim the lot,
hairless, naked, unashamed,
in a cylinder, flaring, clear and fitting
why, you can even do this, laying, standing or sitting
and for me this latter is the best
to get it all the more, the fatter,
and I like its churning of turgid urges.
From head to hilt
down along the shaft it glow-flows
and in that great sac, vice-versa
so stretched and heavy and long as can be
this pro-longed'n'fleeting moment shows.
You flick the switch
upon the motor, purring,
motor's moment-um's set
and pump your fucker, big, bigger, fat'n'strong
now soft, now harder
and even harder-still,
'til you understand the pressure
as long as you enjoy the pleasure, it gives
and get from your packet pressured,
plump-pumped, low'n'heavy'n'down between your thighs.
YEAH, PUMPED LOW'N'HEAVY'N'PLUMPED
YOU HANG,
packed even tighter
in 'whatever'
the greasier is the better
I always think
light blue or black, why even dirt-pink can be a turn-on
so long as it's greasy in all the right places
you'll get many a stare from all kinds of faces,
in the crowds
in the town
when you go out cruis'n
and be sure that your bulge is as tight as can be
in a basket or a packet
it's surely your preference, you'll guarantee that,
there's no real deference to your meat.
It's a sort of hunch
some call it lunch
but me, I like my tool and nuts
and go rooting into available butts and
ass-holes many
'n' you'll find some of these words
in my 'Strain' dictionary.
GREASER GREASED UP,
YOUR HOT'N'READY.
Now
pull on the handle
watch the fucker grow
your juicy meat is always on show
and outstanding
it rapes all the passers by
and SHIT!
you know that they can never get enough
of dicks we're all dreaming
'n' fucking great big nuts too.
Some say the bigger
the better
at least in the letters that I receive
but I hold on with caution
that's enough of this preamble.
I like my nuts to
swing down, YEAH, way down,
down below dick-nob-flesh,
YEAH, swing down, nice fat'n'heavy in a Jock-strap's
mesh,
my tool these days is always good'n'ever-ready.
My spunk load's on
the increase,
well at least that's what they tell me,
those suckers taking dick
way down there in their deep-throats,
draining my rocks dry
of my fuck'n spurting cum,
thick and solid it is, in it's gelatinous state.
I'll fill your body,
you fuck'n bastard,
with my cum loads
while I offer you rocks to beat on them heavy
your clenched fists
there you can surely beat
and bash the slime-spunk-juices out there
and drain rocks dry like arid deserts
from rocks pumped hard and to the knees.
Two-staging balls
and dick as well
you'll get those rocks as hard as iron
you'll see
from balls to oval-shapes they turn
all saturated in lustful growing pleasure
you'll quickly learn 'n' soon realize
it's a far and even great size
than you dared dream of.
Epilogue:
[Coax your grasping fingered-fist
'n' grope your packet publicly
enjoy your denim's textured bulge
'n'pick that pervert eye-balling your build.
Look! He's your match,
you make a pair
of that there is no doubt
Now, go out, you two,
Go cruising out, be free-together'n'play the field.]
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