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Hung Boy Issues by Seamow
Trent was stirring under his warm down duvet as his mind entered a dreaming state of sleep. Trent was always a vivid dreamer and tonight was no exception. Having not jerked off in a few days being busy with finals in his first year of university, his 19 year old mind turned to a myriad of catalogued girls noticed during his waking days at school. His unconscious brain wandered from fantasy to fantasy with random strangers that had only been seen for glimpses however engrained into his memory for this exact purpose. However his physical body was responding only too eagerly.
“Uhh, oh god” Trent whispered under his breath still deep asleep with in his own reality.
“UHHH, oooooh”, then suddenly Trent snapped awake with an intense pressure pulsating between his legs. “FUUUCK!!”, Eyes wide open, he swiped the covers off his body. He quickly glance down and watch as his thick steel hard cock leaped forward out of his briefs, the thick mushroom shaped head ballooned as the first massive jet of boy cream was ejected.
“DAMN aaaaah not,.. aaaww,… again!!”, he push his head back deep into his pillow as the intensity of the orgasmic contractions increased spewing forth a torrent of semen. Pulse after pulse of thick pearly ropes jetted far into the air. His cock squirted the head board, his pillow, another long rope on the floor, splats could be heard as Trent rhythmically humped the air. Both of his fist griped the bed sheets at his sides as he bared down clenching his jaw. This cum shot was not letting up, the contractions were almost painful as he continued to empty his balls onto his bedding, chest, and flat budding six pack.
Finally his dick bobbed and lurched out the last few demising spurts. Soon then the hot thick semen just oozed out slowly down the sides of his fat 9 inch shaft. The sperm collected at the base running down around his swollen sack, into his groin, between his tight ass cheeks, and continuing onto the bed sheet underneath.
Trent lay there still not wanting to move being literally covered in his own semen. It was quiet in the room, the morning light started to filter through the blinds, as the faint sound of dripping could be heard from the boy cream running down his headboard onto the hard wood floor below.
“God, now time for the cleanup”, said Trent taking time to stretch, his massive tool still hard bobbing with his pulse. He sat up slowly, the musky smell of sperm hung heavy in the air.
“What am I going to do with you”, He whispered while looking down at his cock glistening in the early morning sun, standing at attention, and covered in its own creamy lacquer.
Trent could feel that his morning wood was not going to subsided on its own, so he stood up, on a mission, like many mornings before this, to find an ice pack. He grabbed his dick and tried to stuff it in at an angle in his little grey cum stained briefs, but there was no room for the fullness of his manhood even his swollen balls were about all the briefs could cradle. Finally after trying he just pulled them down, plucked some tissues and did a quick, not so through job of wiping off his torso, dick, and between his thighs. Heading off down the hall, Trent’s tender heavy erection was bouncing in every directing forcing him to take carful steps. His cock felt as if it was going burst from the blood pressure and ice was the only cure, at least that’s what has helped before. Heading back to the his bed room with an ice pack and paper towel roll under his toned arm, Trent was hit by the strong smell of drying cum filling the air.
“better opened a window” he thought.
Trent sat down the edge of his bed, on the only dry part he could find and applied the ice gingerly to his meat. The erection finally subsided and a sense of satisfaction and relive filled his body.
“Finally, good”, he blurted out and then threw himself back onto the bed in utter relaxation forgetting the mess yet to be cleaned.
Damit!!” he almost yelled but quickly covered his mouth not wanting wake the rest of the house and his nosy sister in the room next. His golden brown curly hair was now mashed with thick boy cream and the attempts to wipe it out was a fools errand.,
“I guess I’ll have to wash my hair for sure now”
Back from the shower in his now cleaned up room, the trash can piled high with paper towel, and cologne replacing the musky sent of his seed, he decided to get dressed. He opened his underwear drawer and riffled through to finding a fresh pair of grey cotton briefs.
Putting in one foot at a time he pulled the underwear up his long lean track running legs and first snapped them up over his round high tight ass. With being hung, the fun part of putting on underwear is packing the package and Trent was no exception. He cradled his full sack in his hand with the heavy lip cock draping over and placed his balls almost one at a time into the pouch provided by the underwear designer; who do not consider men of his endowment. Then he stuffed and pushed his massive boy meat over his balls and to the left, tucking the head just under his large scrotum while snapping up elastic waist band. Examining himself in the mirror, his briefs looked to be heavily weighed down by the fullness of his un-cut endowment. The waist band curved, pulled down by the weight to just below the base of his thick teen cock. He smiled realising one reason he wore briefs was for the sheer joy of seeing his flesh fill them out. As he admired himself in the mirror, a little drop of pre-cum soaked through the fabric leaving a dark spot.
Just then, snapping out of his own cock appreciating trance he remembered, “Shit I’m going to be late for Jason!”
To be continued….
Hung Boy Issues by Seamow
Trent was stirring under his warm down duvet as his mind entered a dreaming state of sleep. Trent was always a vivid dreamer and tonight was no exception. Having not jerked off in a few days being busy with finals in his first year of university, his 19 year old mind turned to a myriad of catalogued girls noticed during his waking days at school. His unconscious brain wandered from fantasy to fantasy with random strangers that had only been seen for glimpses however engrained into his memory for this exact purpose. However his physical body was responding only too eagerly.
“Uhh, oh god” Trent whispered under his breath still deep asleep with in his own reality.
“UHHH, oooooh”, then suddenly Trent snapped awake with an intense pressure pulsating between his legs. “FUUUCK!!”, Eyes wide open, he swiped the covers off his body. He quickly glance down and watch as his thick steel hard cock leaped forward out of his briefs, the thick mushroom shaped head ballooned as the first massive jet of boy cream was ejected.
“DAMN aaaaah not,.. aaaww,… again!!”, he push his head back deep into his pillow as the intensity of the orgasmic contractions increased spewing forth a torrent of semen. Pulse after pulse of thick pearly ropes jetted far into the air. His cock squirted the head board, his pillow, another long rope on the floor, splats could be heard as Trent rhythmically humped the air. Both of his fist griped the bed sheets at his sides as he bared down clenching his jaw. This cum shot was not letting up, the contractions were almost painful as he continued to empty his balls onto his bedding, chest, and flat budding six pack.
Finally his dick bobbed and lurched out the last few demising spurts. Soon then the hot thick semen just oozed out slowly down the sides of his fat 9 inch shaft. The sperm collected at the base running down around his swollen sack, into his groin, between his tight ass cheeks, and continuing onto the bed sheet underneath.
Trent lay there still not wanting to move being literally covered in his own semen. It was quiet in the room, the morning light started to filter through the blinds, as the faint sound of dripping could be heard from the boy cream running down his headboard onto the hard wood floor below.
“God, now time for the cleanup”, said Trent taking time to stretch, his massive tool still hard bobbing with his pulse. He sat up slowly, the musky smell of sperm hung heavy in the air.
“What am I going to do with you”, He whispered while looking down at his cock glistening in the early morning sun, standing at attention, and covered in its own creamy lacquer.
Trent could feel that his morning wood was not going to subsided on its own, so he stood up, on a mission, like many mornings before this, to find an ice pack. He grabbed his dick and tried to stuff it in at an angle in his little grey cum stained briefs, but there was no room for the fullness of his manhood even his swollen balls were about all the briefs could cradle. Finally after trying he just pulled them down, plucked some tissues and did a quick, not so through job of wiping off his torso, dick, and between his thighs. Heading off down the hall, Trent’s tender heavy erection was bouncing in every directing forcing him to take carful steps. His cock felt as if it was going burst from the blood pressure and ice was the only cure, at least that’s what has helped before. Heading back to the his bed room with an ice pack and paper towel roll under his toned arm, Trent was hit by the strong smell of drying cum filling the air.
“better opened a window” he thought.
Trent sat down the edge of his bed, on the only dry part he could find and applied the ice gingerly to his meat. The erection finally subsided and a sense of satisfaction and relive filled his body.
“Finally, good”, he blurted out and then threw himself back onto the bed in utter relaxation forgetting the mess yet to be cleaned.
Damit!!” he almost yelled but quickly covered his mouth not wanting wake the rest of the house and his nosy sister in the room next. His golden brown curly hair was now mashed with thick boy cream and the attempts to wipe it out was a fools errand.,
“I guess I’ll have to wash my hair for sure now”
Back from the shower in his now cleaned up room, the trash can piled high with paper towel, and cologne replacing the musky sent of his seed, he decided to get dressed. He opened his underwear drawer and riffled through to finding a fresh pair of grey cotton briefs.
Putting in one foot at a time he pulled the underwear up his long lean track running legs and first snapped them up over his round high tight ass. With being hung, the fun part of putting on underwear is packing the package and Trent was no exception. He cradled his full sack in his hand with the heavy lip cock draping over and placed his balls almost one at a time into the pouch provided by the underwear designer; who do not consider men of his endowment. Then he stuffed and pushed his massive boy meat over his balls and to the left, tucking the head just under his large scrotum while snapping up elastic waist band. Examining himself in the mirror, his briefs looked to be heavily weighed down by the fullness of his un-cut endowment. The waist band curved, pulled down by the weight to just below the base of his thick teen cock. He smiled realising one reason he wore briefs was for the sheer joy of seeing his flesh fill them out. As he admired himself in the mirror, a little drop of pre-cum soaked through the fabric leaving a dark spot.
Just then, snapping out of his own cock appreciating trance he remembered, “Shit I’m going to be late for Jason!”
To be continued….
