Blooball vol. 4
The Blueball Entrepreneur #4, Pulling
This was a big day for you, for this was one of the few days you took off from school for a full day of pud pulling pleasure. You awoke to the sound of Ler's car pulling out of the driveway and the thoughts of upcoming self-satisfaction filled you with glee as you arose fully panhandled from the night's dreaming. You went to your closet to rumage for your favorite scud magazine, Playboy. You were looking in particular for the issue featuring Pamela Anderson. There was a brief gleem of lust as you found the issue so desperately craved. You could hardly make it to the other side of the room, such was your desire to whip you flesh covered mayonnaise pistol. You crept across the floor, and down your private flight of stairs to the bathroom, where the Vaseline, your lube of choice was kept. You smiled to yourself in anticipation and headed for the living room. Erotic fantasies were churning in your mind. Hopes of Heidi and Ruthy and the menage a trois only they could promise, dreams of the Hoss and her fantastic breasts all were mulling over in your head. You streched out on your huge couch and searched for your six hour video tape loaded with late-night Cinemax scud movie clips (you were bound and determined to make this a day of fantastic pleasure!). Finally the mood was right, a few choice scenes from Emmanuel IV were dancing on the screen, the Playboy was open to the Pamela pictorial, and your hot hog was glistening in fully Vaselined glory. You began to stroke delicately your member, savoring every moment, making the feeling last. Your mind began roaming to days past. You day-dreamed about Mattia and the pleasure only her bucking hips could bring. That thought alone almost brought you to orgasm, but you held out. You loved these marathon sessions. They were the closest thing to actually kicking rounds, you believed. After hours of punching pleasure, you decided to fulfil you greatest desire. You braced yourself for the effort. You began roughly stroking yourself, gripping tighter and tighter, pulling your rock hard steely for all it was worth. You closed your eyes and curled your toes as you felt yourself on the brink of shooting your hot load all over your stomach. It was just about to happen when the old Stanley automatic garage door opener kicked in. You lept up, cock purple with blueball agony as Ler stepped through the threshold, looking at your naked body dart by. He smiled knowingly, picked up dear Pamela and headed for his room.
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well i guess we just weren't good enough for some people. i guess masturbation is still a taboo subject for some. oh well, submit, submit, submit. this publication is useless without contributors (it's useless anyway, but don't tell). oh well, see you in a week with glorious #5.
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