My finger touched the page, leaving a trail of cum and sweat on it. Something felt off. Blinking, I started reading the words I'd just added.
"since my hot balls and cock are so massive-"
Oh fuck yeah they were, cum factories like mine needed so much attention. Throbbing, they were producing so much seed, constantly needing a good milking. I'd just came, but my meat was already back to half hardness. Both of my thick hairy hands were already heading towards my favorite toy. I roamed my fingers against my abs, rubbed my thick pubes, spreading my manly scent through the room. My sexpole was covered in veins, feeding it with whatever blood my body could lend it. I slowly stood up, ready to go jerk off somewhere else. My fat balls were so droopy I didn't want them to tug too much as I moved. The fuckin' book was still there.
"-so massive i have the sexy bod to lug them around and-"
Yeah, I fucking knew that shit already. Thanks, captain oblivious.
I stroked myself along with my steps, making sure my medicine-ball sized balls weren't getting squeezed by my thick-ass quads. There was a trail of precum following me, staining the floor. So much of it everywhere, I'd stopped caring months ago. Some of it wasn't even dry yet, especially the one from my earlier jerk sesh. Potent precum in tow, I moved to the living room. The couch was comfier than the chair by the desk. Wondering why I even had that dumb desk to begin with.
Both hands around my pole, I sat down, making sure not to crush my cum-makers. Man, I needed to cum stat. Fuck, I had to turn the TV on. Stroking it felt great, but I needed to put some porn on. My finger nearly accidentally pressed two buttons when I wanted to press Power. I didn't want to have to ask the neighbor to help me fix things again. Dude was fucking rude last time complaining about the smell and stuff the entire time. Should've shoved the little shit face-first into my cum when I had the chance. Cum. Yeah, right, that's what I wanted to do. Whatever porn I could find had guys with smaller dicks than mine; it was hard to relate to them. My cock was so fucking big, it nearly touched the ground when hard. And it was nearly always fucking hard.
Hearing groans and moans from the TV was still enough to get me on edge. Little pussies going "It's so huge!" at a foot-and-halfer when my over two-footer was right here. They never had a true cock like mine and you could tell. My warm hands kept rubbing my pole when I felt a thirst. I lifted my huge dong to my mouth, facing my gorgeous uncut tip, moist with a mix of tasty, musky cum and pre. The milky seed was calling to me. My tongue dug through my fleshy foreskin, teasing my sensitive dickhead. I slurped and sucked on my sperm, lapping up the bitter juice. This wasn't as good as getting a blowjob, but it was better than nothing. Soon enough, my mouth was slathered with my liquids, lightly sticking to my dong whenever I would dive back on my pole. As I kept eating my cum and pre, I heard the door open and close, staying focused on my pleasure rather than whatever else was happening around me.
My cock throbbed between my stroking and my suckling, as if to thank me for my work. You're fucking welcome, needy fucking dick. Fuck, I loved how fat and big my monster cock was. Huge as shit, fucking sensitive, yeah, this was a fucking glorious cock. 25 inches of fat, girthy, needy muscle cock. Kept me fucking horny all the time, always ready to spread its fucking cum. Even if I was the one swallowing, it constantly wanted to bust a load. A-grade monster cock.
Lost in my own little world, I kept thinking of my cock. Imagining it in my own head, thinking about its thick veins, its hairy bush, its huge, covered dickhead, which I was sucking on. Fingers pinched my nipple, a surge of precum flowing onto my face. Shortly after nearly drowning in my seed, a hand started fondling one of my balls. Fuck, both my hands were around my cock, still stroking. A wet, warm thing swirled around my ear, before it got bit.
"Hmmnnngggghhh," I groaned out, cock and balls throbbing, inching closer to release.
A few chuckles rang in my ear, followed by whispers, "I'm happy to see you're starting a journal." The fingers pinching my nipple squeezed it harder, the voice adding, "especially the very short part about me." I was so close to cumming, finally getting the help I needed to stimulate the rest of my body. Pulling myself off my tasty tip, I groaned out a long, slurred out "thaaankssssss". Soon after, four hands were now stroking my hard cock as my back arched, eyes rolling back in my head.
"Fuuuckk," I groaned out, balls churning.
"Yeahhhhhhh," I moaned, monster cock throbbing.
Grunting, I stopped stroking, the two extra hand continuing their motions.
"Hnnngggg, get- fuuuuhhhhhhhh," I bellowed in pleasure.
I came. And the stroking continued. So I kept cumming. Fuck it just kept coming. Shot after shot, I shivered as cum launched from my cock. The hands stroking me were coated with my cum, slick sounds matching the motions I felt on my dick. I started softening to a half chub, the softest I could get. My cock was still ready to go, I felt it inside me. After a few minutes, my orgasm stopped, and I slumped back on the couch.
There was a sinking sensation next to me, as the weight of another person joined me. Shortly after, a head rested against my crotch. I looked down to see the oddly familiar face of my roommate Taylor.
"Your journal's right, I really do love helping you out with those hot balls and cock of yours."