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Whispers and Full Balls
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Whispers and Full Balls Confession: Two blogs by Two4funin805 had my pen very riled up earlier this evening, and I decided to share my comments on her posts in my own blog. One blog was called "Erotic Whispers" and the other "Full Balls," and both revolved around celebrating the fullness of balls. Here's my responses woven together. I love whispers. A woman who whispers to me sweet nothings... who takes me by the ear with sweet, soft, seductive, suggestions...will have me wrapped around her fingers like balls ready to explode at the touch. To have a woman whisper in my ears that she loves full balls--balls that are have been aching and swollen for her--balls that she has teased and tortured until my cock feels as long and thick as a softball bat and my balls as enlarged as softballs--is to take me into erotic 7th heaven, within sight of the Goddess Aphrodite. I love to be teased into full, swollen balls by a sultry, wanton, playful, woman....but my favorite way to fill my balls to the breaking point is to delay coming, to put off my own orgasm, for days, even when I'm having sex.... I love fucking during the week without coming, even fucking on Friday night and Saturday night without coming, saving my orgasm--and saving all the cum that has built up inside--until Sunday morning. Putting off the orgasm keeps me on the erotic edge, lean and hungry for more sex, and then when the orgasm finally comes, it is doubly, triply intense.... my cock has to keep pumping, even double pumping, to spurt it all out. The double pump is bliss. The cock seems to be all pumped out, and the orgasm subsides, but then it starts up again, as it contains so much juice. (The Tantric Masters know what they are doing when counseling delay of the orgasm.) One of my favorite positions is to be kissing a woman, while she holds and grasps my balls, as I play with myself for her. And when we start doing this, I want to keep doing it forever. I can bring myself to the edge of orgasm, without tipping over, and then subside, and then bring myself up to the verge again, juicing myself full. If I am in a sustained relationship, I love saving my orgasms, keeping my balls full, hoping my lover will join with me finally in wanting my cock to explode outside of her, all over her, revealing to us, in admiration, just how crazy she had me with desire and lust and juice. In the afterglow, we can just sit there, whispering, bantering, measuring the orgasm on the Richter scale, judging it for intensity and flow of jism and power. Confession #1: Before having sex with someone for the first time, I will always play with myself to orgasm hours before, relieving the tension, giving myself more confidence that I will last longer when we finally begin fucking. I always presume that the best sex will be when I last longer rather than shorter. But I've been delightfully surprised, when, on occasion, when I come quicker than I expect or desire, the woman is not disappointed, but even pleased, I guess giving herself the credit she deserves for taking me over the top quickly. Of course, her pleasure is then enhanced if she sees that she also inspires me to rebound quickly. Confession #2: I lost my virginity in a threesome with another couple at the late age of 24. It's a long story, and I will try to make it short here. I met them through a Swinger Magazine. We corresponded for 2 months to arrange it, which gave my balls plenty of time to fill. My balls, of course, had also been filling up for this moment for 12 years, it seems, for early adolescence to 24, imagining sexual intercourse for the first time. In my innocence, I thought it would be best if I postponed coming before meeting them to play, so I put off coming to orgasm for at least several days (which was unusual, given that, I had been masturbating at least once a day previously). I met them on a Saturday afternoon, and we spent the afternoon talking and taking a walk in nature, and then we had dinner, and we barely ever mentioned sex. After dinner, finally, we went into their living room, and we continued to talk, while sharing a bottle of champagne I had brought. They had me review an album of photographs, which got progressively more revealing and erotic. Then the woman left the room, came back dressed seductively in lingerie, and she began giving us boys a striptease, making us take off one item of clothes every time she did. Eventually, we were naked. During the striptease, I could never touch her, however close she came to me. Finally, we began to kiss and touch each other, the woman and I, as the man watched, and then she reached for my cock and then grabbed hold of my balls. Her caresses down there lasted no more than 30 seconds, and I was coming, pumping wildly, spurting in glee but also in embarrassment. But this couple was wonderful. She just embraced me, and we all began laughing at how hair-triggered I was. Fortunately, I was a virgin, and young, and I rebounded quickly, within 5-10 minutes, it seemed, and our playing continued through Saturday night...and Sunday....and continued until the woman invited me to join in her a shower before she and her husband went off to work and I left on Monday morning, with her jacking me off in the shower as her husband watched us and got jacked off too by her. That still may be the best Monday morning before work of my life. |
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