These stories are fiction, and as such, I've left out the safe sex part. Always practice safe sex - don't put yourself and those you love at risk.
I'd love to hear from anyone who likes these stories, and if you are in the SF area and interested in swapping, I'd like to try making my fantasies a little more real...although not so extreme as these stories get sometimes...
mwm94010@gmail.com
"Ahhhhh...." he said, as he pulled his dick out, without so much as a plop as I was so stretched out.
My legs were still splayed over the sides of the bathtub, me leaning forward holding myself up for his abuse, and I could feel the strain from being so stretched out.
"Looks like you didn't get there, did you?" he laughed, stepping out of the tub, seeing my still limp dick, hanging out, out of my reach as I held myself up.
"Let's see if we can do something about that. Lean back instead of forward - I think I'm done with your ass for a while."
I carefully straightened myself up - and that really hurt, stretching my legs out too far - and leaned back, supporting myself with my arms stretched out in back, my legs still splayed over the clawfoot bathtub's sides, but now my dick and balls hanging out exposed.
He knelt down next to the tub again and reached over and grabbed my balls and squeezed, hard.
"Ahhhhhhhh" I moaned.
"You like that, huh?" he said, then let go and hauled off and slapped my balls a good one.
I was still straining, holding myself up from falling down into the tub, my arms strained but at least using different muscles from when he had me stretched over forward. But I was still holding myself up, and I couldn't get my hand free to protect my balls, which I had an overwhelming instinct to do.
He whacked them again, just as hard. I felt the rush of pain, deep in my balls, and my dick seemed to spring to life.
He grabbed my dick with his other hand and started to lightly jack it off, but also continued to slap my balls with the other hand but with less force as his first two slaps.
"You like this, don't you..." SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
"No" I said "Jack me off harder please..."
SLAP SLAP SLAP, my balls were in pain. I had a frantic urge to fall into the tub and cover my balls, but he just kept on jacking me off, slowly moving up and down on my dick, and it felt so good, I fought the reflex to protect my balls and shoved my dick out harder for him to jack.
But he kept up the same steady pace, and just kept on slapping my balls, real hard, every 30 seconds or so.
My dick got harder and harder, my butt clinched up - as much as it could from it's earlier ravaging - but I still could feel and hear water and probably his cumm splashing out and down into the tub.
SLAP, and another gush, and another urge to drive my dick thru the wall across the room.
SLAP, and he left off jacking me off.
SLAP SLAP SLAP, and I felt my butt unclinch, and I just let go and tried to push whatever was still in there out.
SLAP SLAP SLAP, and I felt my balls numbing up, and my dick get rock hard, bending over my belly, begging to be satisfied.
SLAP SLAP SLAP, and I felt the first rumbling of cumming.
SLAP SLAP SLAP, even harder, knocking my dick around, giving it at least a little action.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, I felt myself erupting...
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, he just kept at it, just slapping continuously, as as the pain flowed out thru my balls - SLAP SLAP SLAP - I could feel my dick contracting, like never before, shooting cum out, throbbing around it, squeezing it out, as he continued SLAP SLAP SLAP, and i finally slid down into the tub, he stopped slapping my balls and just held onto them, gently squeezing them as they worked thru the pain.
"Jeez" he said, "are you going to have anything left for me?"