Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2003 14:19:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: LIMOUSINE 5

Limousine
by Rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com


My cock was rock hard and throbbing as Aaron stood next to the massage
table gently stroking it up and down.  My ample foreskin easily slid up and
over my cockhead with each slow pumping motion.  I was on my back enjoying
this extra bit of attention after Aaron, my chauffeur, valet, butler, and
lover, had just given me a total-body hot oil massage.  He worked my dick
with his left hand as his right hand gently pulled on my testicles. I
always wanted low hangers like Aaron's, so he showed me how to achieve it.
We have been stretching my scrotum for months now using stainless steel
weights and a tension device.  When warm and relaxed, my totally hairless
balls now hang about 4 inches from my body, and with some slight tugging,
they'll go to 6".  Aaron also acts as my personal trainer, and as he guides
me through my weight training, he too lifts and has been building muscle at
an incredible rate.  At 220lbs, his biceps are now at least 20", his chest
is 52", and his waist is down to a trim 32", giving him the classic "V"
shaped torso that bodybuilders strive for.  His abs are chisled to
perfection, looking more like a cobblestone street than a part of the human
body.  He follows a strict diet that's high in protein and low in fat, so
his muscles are well defined.  He's "cut" as they say in the bodybuilding
world.  My results have been impressive, but Aaron is the one who qualifies
for Greek god status.

Aaron kept stroking my cock with his warm oiled left hand as he moved
around the table and positioned himself at my feet.  He leaned forward and
put his head between my legs, and gently picked my limp ball sack up off
the table (yes, they hang that low).  He was extremely careful as he took
my two eager balls into his mouth.  As he gently held them inside, he
pulled his head back and stretched my scrotum to it's limits.  My balls
were snugly inside his mouth as he stretched my sack.  He had pulled back
far enough to make my scrotum appear to be a narrow, flat ribbon of skin
between his lips and the base of my cock.  He gently sucked on them and
rolled them around with his tongue.  I felt like a cow with a newborn calf
suckling at my teet.  He looked up at me with his big blue eyes as I peered
at him past my rigid cock, which he was still stroking.  The combined
sensations of his masterbating me and suckling made me come to an intense
orgasm.  I ejaculated ropes of white cum into the air and with each
contraction, the tension on my scrotum was intensified; this in turn, made
each ejaculatory spurt that much more intense.  My hot, steamy cum landed
on my chest in gobs and some made it to my face.  I opened my mouth and
caught a few dollops of it as gravity brought it down.  The hot, slightly
salty sperm was quite tasty.  I have tasted Aaron's before, but my own was
somehow different.  Aaron spit my balls out into his hand and gently put
them back on the table, saying "Sir, shall I clean you up?".  I responded,
"Yes, please".  He let my still pulsing cock rest on my abs and came to the
side of the table.  He put his head down and began to suck and lick the
sperm off my belly and my chest.  His curly blond hair tickled my nose as
he drew closer to my face.  He then put his lips on mine after licking most
of the cum off my cheeks.  He slowly french kissed me as I reached down and
grasped his now stiff cock.  His uncircumsized meat is thick and veiney and
his abundant foreskin easily slides back and forth over his cockhead, which
makes penetration a smooth, effortless movement.  "Aaron, I want you inside
me", I mumbled as he deep kissed me.  "Yes, sir, right away", he responded.
He put his left arm under my shoulders, and his right arm under my knees,
then effortlessly lifted me up off the massage table.  He turned and
carried me to my four poster bed and lay me down on the satin sheets, then
told me to get on my hands and knees facing the headboard.  He went over to
the closet and brought out a harness made from leather strapping.  He fit
it over my head and snugged it up around my chest.  He then attached two
adjustable straps to each of the two stainless steel rings that were on the
harness at my shoulders.  These were then attached to the rings on the
posts at the head of the bed.  He then attached the leather "parachute"
that snapped together around my balls.  It has small chains that lead to a
single stainless steel ring.  From that ring, two adjustable straps
tethered me low on the posts at the foot of the bed.  Each strap has a
ratchet device that increases the tension on whatever it's attached to; in
this case, my chest harness and the parachute device attached to my
ballsac.  Once I was secured to the bedposts, Aaron carefully began to take
up the slack on the four straps that held me in place.  I could feel them
pull me forward as he worked the front ones, then, he proceeded to tighten
up the one's tugging at my balls.  As he did so, I could feel my ballsac
stretching out and downward.  He measured the length of my scrotum and
stopped at 6".  "Sir, are you comfortable?", he asked.  "Yes, Aaron", I
replied, "You can take it further".  As he carefully increased the tension,
I felt as though I was being tugged forward by a strongman who held me by
the shoulders.  "Sir, you're at 7", are you OK?".  "Yes", I replied.  "Take
it further untill I tell you to stop".  He did so, and at nearly 8", I felt
as though the cords attaching my balls to my cremaster muscles were about
to pop.  "Stop there, Aaron".  He did, and then backed off a smidge.  There
I was, being pulled apart at the shoulders and at the scrotum, and the
feeling was fantastic.  "I'm going to prepare you Sir", Aaron said.  He
took some lube and gently inserted his finger into my anus.  He slowly
moved it around and around, carefully expanding my sphincter for what I
knew was to come.  When I was totally relaxed, Aaron knelt down on the bed
behind me, straddled the straps coming off my balls, and gently touched his
cockhead to my pulsating asshole. I wanted him deep inside me.  As he
mounted me, the lube allowed his uncut cock to easily slide inside me, past
my relaxed sphincter, and into my guts.  He then began slow, rythmic
thrusts that sent shivers up my spine.  With each thrust forward, the
tension on my balls increased sending a pleasant tingle up the cords from
my balls to my abdominal muscles.  I know I was testing the limits of my
spermatic cords, but the sensation wasn't scarey at all.  Aaron knew that
he wasn't to thrust too hard, so as not to injure my family jewels.  He
continued his deep, probing thrusts with his hands gently gripping me
around my waist, then he leaned forward resting his chest on my back and
wrapping his strong arms around me.  In this position, he was much like a
dog inseminating his bitch.  I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck
as he humped me like an animal.  As he rammed his cock into me, I
fantasized that he was a large Great Dane.  I could feel his veiney cock
sliding effortlessly in and out of his ample foreskin.  Having that much
extra skin on his dick makes intercourse as smooth as glass.  I squeezed my
sphincter together at each outward movement, grasping his foreskin as his
dick tried to retreat.  "Sir, that's an amazing feeling", Aaron intoned.
Suddenly, he began to shudder as his orgasm exploded into my rectum.  I
could feel pulses of hot semen spurt inside me.  He's a powerful man who
cums like an Olympic athlete (wouldn't that be an interesting event to
watch on network TV?).  As he ejaculated inside me, he pumped me harder,
making my balls stretch to lengths unimaginable.  I only hoped that the
tugging would bring me lower to the ground.  As he pumped away, his balls
slapped up against me just below my butthole.  I could picture my danglers
doing the same to him one day.

Once Aaron finished ejaculating into me, he gently withdrew his now
semi-erect dick from my ass.  As he did so, a river of cum ran out of me.
I squeezed my sphincter shut so as to hold it in as long as possible.  He
undid the parachute first, which allowed my balls to dangle down below me.
I looked down and could see them hanging there within inches of the bed.  I
knew that this was only a temporary stretch, but it made for a beautiful
sight.  Aaron lubed my scrotum and began to "milk" my ballsac using both of
his hands in an alternating downward motion.  He then continued to "milk"
my ballsac with his right hand as he inserted his left index finger into my
anus massaging my prostate gland.  He pressed down hard on my prostate as I
masterbated myself, which brought me to an extremely intense orgasm.  I
ejaculated streams of semen into the towel lying on the bed, and with each
spasm Aaron increased the pressure on my prostate.  The combination of
scrotum "milking" and pressure on the prostate is a recipe for a screaming
orgasm.  And scream I did.  Aaron unhooked the apparatus that bound me,
then prepared my bath.  I soaked in the luxurious oiled water as Aaron
changed the sheets on the bed.  I walked out of the sunken marble tub, then
wrapped myself in the sumptuous Egyptian cotton bathrobe Aaron was holding
for me.  I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and dreamt about
the handsome Greek god who gives me such pleasure.

The next morning, I awoke to find that my benefactor had passed away and
left me an estate worth in excess of $1.2 billion dollars, and Aaron comes
with it.