mynameisben
Half man, half-wit
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- Apr 18, 2003
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I had nothing better to do yesterday. So, I sat in the middle of the floor, leaned over, and started licking my own cock. Thank god I can reach it! Me and my dick. Yummy, yummy. Long, slow, languishing licks from base to tip. I was soon stiff as a board and really getting into it. Minutes passed. Or was it hours? Heck, I didn't care. I was feeling good and I had no sense of time whatsoever.
Then, my most basal animal instincts kicked in. I hunched over really deep, and I discovered I could reach my own balls! Woo hoo! Lick, lick, lick. Nibble, nibble. Ahhhhhhhh! My eyes rolled back in my head. My cock thumped hot against my face, my quivering meat occasionally poking me in the eye. The whole damn afternoon slipped away in a scintillating, golden haze. My balls! My balls! Slurrrp! Slurrrp! Ah, ahhh, Ahhhhhhhh!
I was lost. I was soaring somewhere between Neptune and the Oort cloud. I have pretty good hearing, but I somehow never heard the rattle of keys, nor the front door when it swung open. I did hear the loud thump when the wife came in and dropped her purse and keys on the hardwood floor.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" she screamed at me. I lifted my face out of my crotch and I froze as panic gripped me. I had the look of a man caught red-handed, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
"You filthy, disgusting. . . animal!"
I crouched there in silence. Words abandoned me, utterly.
"Get out! Just get the hell out of here!" she screamed at me again. Then she ran up to kick my dumb ass. The next thing I knew I was out in the yard, naked, with that big plastic cone around my neck that we got from the vet. Again.
Sincerely,
Ben's dog, Chip
Then, my most basal animal instincts kicked in. I hunched over really deep, and I discovered I could reach my own balls! Woo hoo! Lick, lick, lick. Nibble, nibble. Ahhhhhhhh! My eyes rolled back in my head. My cock thumped hot against my face, my quivering meat occasionally poking me in the eye. The whole damn afternoon slipped away in a scintillating, golden haze. My balls! My balls! Slurrrp! Slurrrp! Ah, ahhh, Ahhhhhhhh!
I was lost. I was soaring somewhere between Neptune and the Oort cloud. I have pretty good hearing, but I somehow never heard the rattle of keys, nor the front door when it swung open. I did hear the loud thump when the wife came in and dropped her purse and keys on the hardwood floor.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" she screamed at me. I lifted my face out of my crotch and I froze as panic gripped me. I had the look of a man caught red-handed, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
"You filthy, disgusting. . . animal!"
I crouched there in silence. Words abandoned me, utterly.
"Get out! Just get the hell out of here!" she screamed at me again. Then she ran up to kick my dumb ass. The next thing I knew I was out in the yard, naked, with that big plastic cone around my neck that we got from the vet. Again.
Sincerely,
Ben's dog, Chip