Today's the day of my last Little 5 bike race. Me and the other guys on the team leave for the stadium in last than an hour. Thousands of extra people are in town for the event of course. It's like all the home football games rolled into one. We had a small party at the house last night (maybe 150 people -and for us that's small). The big parties happen tonight of course. All previous parties of the year are really just buildups to "the one". The team should do really great in the race this year, even better than last. I'm super pumped, with so much energy, nervousness, adrenaline and excitement I'm actually worried about throwing up.
And then there's that other excitement, which I've had to push to the back of my mind for right now. It certainly comes to mind though whenever I glance down at the rather enormous bulging wad in my bike shorts; which fortunately are pitch black and very thick. When I last had sex (with that girl 2 weeks ago) I actually only shot about 4 or 5 spurts in her. I managed this (which I've accomplished a few times before) by squeezing my ass muscles hard as fuck and pile driving her all the way in (fortunately by that stage she could actually handle it). She felt what few others have felt I admit. The full length of my shaft as well as my notorious "Brillo pad" pelvic bush (my very thick, coarse, bushy 1 inch squared trim of pubic hair) which I ended up grinding into her swollen upper pussy lips and clit for several minutes as I worked to hold off the rest of my now thwarted ejaculation.
She lost her mind during that shit - I have to say.
The reason why I would do such a seemingly crazy thing? To continue saving for the celebrations tonight of course. With the exception of those few spurts I'm really carrying a "full metal jacket" in my pants, not to mention one of the larger cocks any girl is likely to experience in her lifetime. I wanted my last Little 5 night to be something really special but have to say this buildup has been torture even for me. I've come close to seriously blowing my wad (by accident) on more than one occasion this week. But when you consider I'm talking about 6 weeks - I think It's understandable. It's all worth it -inside that sweet pussy -in the end though!!!! FUCK YES
I do have one rather memorable event (and not in a good way) to tell you about. After a weight workout and shower on Tuesday night I had a guy follow me to my car (yeah - I still have the Porsche) and try and offer me a seriously indecent amount of money for the opportunity of giving me a blowjob. Guess I must have made a good impression on him. The thing is though when I politely declined the fucker got mad. Like he couldn't actually believe anyone would turn him or that much money down! Unfucking believable. I give him a few choice words and he backs off. Then (and this was almost pathetic, sad and funny all at the same time) as I'm in the car and backing up ready to drive away I've got the window down. His mood changes and he acts all nice and tries to apologize. He's gotten into his wallet, pulled out a $50, and pushes it towards me through the open window asking if I'll just tell him how big "it" gets when it's fully hard?!! It strikes me at that moment that this guy is seriously in love with my cock. All I've got on below are some long jogging pants and underwear so feeling really sportish I raise my butt up out of the seat and quickly pull everything down to my knees. I grab my cock by the head and stretch it out as far as I can without hurting. Grinning I tell him "10 1/2 and thick as fuck". I yank everything just as quickly back up and drive away -but without taking the $50 -as I'm not a whore.
As far as my plans for tonight -lets just say they're pretty major, and I'll update you later after the race. I just don't want to give anything away yet.
Hey -wish me luck in the race -dammit. Let's hope I don't get killed or something at least.
And then there's that other excitement, which I've had to push to the back of my mind for right now. It certainly comes to mind though whenever I glance down at the rather enormous bulging wad in my bike shorts; which fortunately are pitch black and very thick. When I last had sex (with that girl 2 weeks ago) I actually only shot about 4 or 5 spurts in her. I managed this (which I've accomplished a few times before) by squeezing my ass muscles hard as fuck and pile driving her all the way in (fortunately by that stage she could actually handle it). She felt what few others have felt I admit. The full length of my shaft as well as my notorious "Brillo pad" pelvic bush (my very thick, coarse, bushy 1 inch squared trim of pubic hair) which I ended up grinding into her swollen upper pussy lips and clit for several minutes as I worked to hold off the rest of my now thwarted ejaculation.
She lost her mind during that shit - I have to say.
The reason why I would do such a seemingly crazy thing? To continue saving for the celebrations tonight of course. With the exception of those few spurts I'm really carrying a "full metal jacket" in my pants, not to mention one of the larger cocks any girl is likely to experience in her lifetime. I wanted my last Little 5 night to be something really special but have to say this buildup has been torture even for me. I've come close to seriously blowing my wad (by accident) on more than one occasion this week. But when you consider I'm talking about 6 weeks - I think It's understandable. It's all worth it -inside that sweet pussy -in the end though!!!! FUCK YES
I do have one rather memorable event (and not in a good way) to tell you about. After a weight workout and shower on Tuesday night I had a guy follow me to my car (yeah - I still have the Porsche) and try and offer me a seriously indecent amount of money for the opportunity of giving me a blowjob. Guess I must have made a good impression on him. The thing is though when I politely declined the fucker got mad. Like he couldn't actually believe anyone would turn him or that much money down! Unfucking believable. I give him a few choice words and he backs off. Then (and this was almost pathetic, sad and funny all at the same time) as I'm in the car and backing up ready to drive away I've got the window down. His mood changes and he acts all nice and tries to apologize. He's gotten into his wallet, pulled out a $50, and pushes it towards me through the open window asking if I'll just tell him how big "it" gets when it's fully hard?!! It strikes me at that moment that this guy is seriously in love with my cock. All I've got on below are some long jogging pants and underwear so feeling really sportish I raise my butt up out of the seat and quickly pull everything down to my knees. I grab my cock by the head and stretch it out as far as I can without hurting. Grinning I tell him "10 1/2 and thick as fuck". I yank everything just as quickly back up and drive away -but without taking the $50 -as I'm not a whore.
As far as my plans for tonight -lets just say they're pretty major, and I'll update you later after the race. I just don't want to give anything away yet.
Hey -wish me luck in the race -dammit. Let's hope I don't get killed or something at least.