The book was blurry. The text was blurry. I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus. Then it started.
It was moist. Surrounding me warmly. I felt it move, pushing towards my crotch. Rubbing each sensitive fold of my thick, fleshy foreskin.
"Slurp", it said. I moaned in reply.
It was tight. Squeezing me perfectly. Leaving space for my dick to throb against it, but holding it securely inside. Massaging every oversized vein of my glorious, thick pole.
"Yeahhhh," I slurred. It crept along my cock in reply.
It was fit for me. Custom-made for a man like me. Custom-made for a fuckin' huge cock like mine. Custom-made to pleasure the horny, libido-addled fucker I was.
"Schlorp," it teased, pressed into my groin. I thrust my hips in reply.
It pulled back, my foreskin following suit. The motion stroking my "hmmmm," cock.
Cold air blew across my tool, my slick flesh pulsing, throbbing networks of thick veins feeding blood to my third leg. Why was it leaving me?
I threw my head back in despair. It had to come back. It had to take me back in. I needed it to travel alongside my cock again.
Just as it was about to let me go, I felt a shot of pre leaving me, flowing out of my girthy cockhead. I groaned in suffering, feeding it with my essence hoping it would... "Fuck-"
It listened. It obeyed. It loved me back. I loved it. I was nothing without it.
I couldn't see it but I sure as hell could feel. Every pulse asked for more blood to reach my tool, for more of my rational brain to let go, for more pleasure to take control. Resistance wasn't an option, it wasn't even an idea.
Cold air blew across my tool, my slick flesh pulsing, throbbing networks of thick veins feeding blood to my third leg. I knew it'd return to me. It did.
My head fell back against my chair, just as I started feeling drips on my chest. Drool. Drip. Leak. Two heads meant for this task. Two heads fulfilling their duty. The upper one barely had any blood left to think, the other one taking over.
"Fuckin' horny," my thoughts flashed. "Good thing I've got this." Guttural groans escaped me, a smile drawing itself on my face. Fuck it felt good. Just getting milked, not having to do jack shit. Sitting down, spreading my legs and feeding my cock this this thing. This lovely, fleshy thing. This fleshy, tight, lovely thing.
I got into the rhythm, waiting for it to smash against my crotch, begging for it to come back when my cock was left alone. I fed it sometimes, allowing some precum to flow into it.
Now used to the motion, I welcomed the ebb and flow, the to and fro. I couldn't grip the tube without being pulled under the desk myself. I leaned onto the desk, now ready to see what I'd written.
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- Name: Jason Gray
- Height percentile: 39
- Penis size percentile: 100
- Penis size percentile (erect): 100
- balls percentile: 100
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A torrent of memories came into my brain. I was too dumb to be a student, to horny to care about school, about learning jack shit. My cock was all I care about, pounding something to get my rocks off, to shoot a fuckin' load. Or two. Or five. Sold a few pics of my cock, made some cash, moved out into a small apartment. Basically begged people to get me something to help my dick out. They did. There was an arrangement; I didn't care what it was, so long as I had something for my cock.
A torrent of cum came from my cock. Throbbing, I spurt shot after shot into the still-sucking tube. I moaned, screamed, groaned as my toes curled and my brain went blank. I came. I fuckin' came. The pump's suction pulled every ounce of seed it could out of my balls. My fucking manly seed. From my huge fuckin' cock.
Done shooting, I panted, catching my breath before rolling my chair back a bit. I was soft, but still so fucking huge. I stood up, my heavy crotch pulling down.
Fuck, just that pulling was enough to turn me the fuck on.