Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 12:17:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: vintage thrills;  3. No Balls

No Balls


Am I really doing this?  I'm standing waiting for the hotel elevator to
arrive.  With me is a recent acquaintance -ok, a pick up from the bar -
we're on our way to the guy's room, but at the moment we're both looking
down at our feet.  I'm nervous as hell.  I don't often do this, no really,
I don't.  Well, I do come to this town and stay at this hotel and visit
this bar quite often, actually, every several months or so; but what I
don't do is bring bar pick-ups back to my room or go to theirs.

The hotel bar is not a gay bar exactly, but it has a large gay clientele,
both locals and visitors, who congregate there and discreetly meet.  This
evening I got to talking to a man of about 40 years, tall with brown hair,
pleasant but not outstanding looks.  We hit it off well.  Both a bit shy, a
bit reticent, we were seated next to each other and gradually revealed more
than either one had planned to tell.  The alcohol helps in that department,
of course.  I had told this guy where I was from, and a little bit about my
job and my family.  He, also married, had told me that he and his wife were
unable to have children but had cared for a number of disabled foster
children.  At present they had two youngsters with special needs who had
been with them for more than a year, and he seemed quite fond of them, and
proud of them as well.  He showed me a picture of himself holding a baby
while an older child stood next to him.

We hadn't talked about sex, but of course sex lurked in the background.
When Martin invited me to his room for a drink, it was obvious to both of
us what that was all about.  After we arrived, he excused himself, went to
use the bathroom and came out dressed in a short cotton bathrobe. He asked
me if I would really like a drink.  I accepted, thinking that another drink
would help to calm my jitters, I sat on the edge of the bed, as Martin
poured a small amount of bourbon into a hotel glass, and then repeated the
process for himself.  He handed me the glass, and sat down next to me on
the bed, his robe opening and revealing one thin almost hairless leg clear
up to the thigh. I took the glass, smiled, and rubbed his arm with my free
hand.  He immediately put his glass on the night table and began to rub
both of my arms and shoulders with both hands.

We kissed silently, and then Martin started to undress me.  I liked the
feeling and very passively allowed him to unbutton my shirt, lift off my
undershirt and unbuckle my belt, without helping at all.  As he worked on
my belt and fly, I laid back on the bed and put my drink on the table next
to Martin's.  He soon had my pants down, and he swallowed my dick without
much in the way of further preliminaries.

He came up for air after a minute or so, and said, "God, it's been a long
time."

"That's usually my line," I responded.

"Is it true?", he wondered.

"Absolutely," I said, pushing him back on the bed.

When he was blowing me, I had parted Martin's robe and revealed a nice
average sized cut cock, which I had massaged up to a very stiff dick.
Something was odd about it I vaguely thought, but didn't focus yet on just
what that might be.

As I pushed Martin back on the bed and prepared to go down on him, it hit
me.  This guy had no balls. His robe was all the way open now, and Martin
was lying back on the bed staring at the ceiling with his legs parted.  I
lifted his dick and looked carefully underneath, as though I might have
misplaced his nuts somewhere, but no, nary a cojone in sight. Well, this
didn't really freak me out, it just surprised me.

I licked the head of the nutless prick -- it was a round fat oversized head
-- and was rewarded by Martin's appreciative moans.  Progressing down the
cockstem, I started to suck more and more into my mouth.  I started to get
fancy by alternating licking and sucking, and then I started twisting the
base of his cock with my hands as I concentrated on the glans.  Well, I had
to do something with my hands.  I mean, there were no balls to yank on.
From there, I started to play with Martin's asscrack, which was of course
much more accessible than it is on those of us with a scrotum hanging in
the way.  I could tell he liked it, because although neither of us spoke
much, we both made sounds of encouragement and pleasure.

Martin was sighing and moaning and saying "oh yes, oh yeah, oh yes."
Simple but clear.

		  I Love Your Hard Dark Cock in my Mouth

After some time of this he pushed me down on the bed again, and removed the
rest of my clothes, since my pants were down at my ankles and I was still
wearing shoes and socks.  Now completely naked, Martin proceeded to bathe
my whole body with saliva.  He loved my hairy chest and armpits, burying
his nose in my pits for a surprisingly long time as his tongue flicked like
a serpent's. He laved my belly and legs and then gave energetic attention
to my dick which was hard and dripping.  Martin was jerking himself off as
he licked, bathed and sucked me.  I didn't realize it until he was licking
the area under my balls leading to my asshole, and he let out a loud cry.
My hairy musky underparts had excited him and sent him over the top. I felt
wet cum splatter my leg as Martin moaned loudly.

Oh, great, I thought.  He'll be showing me the door soon and I'm not near
coming.  Better take some drastic steps.  Standing up on the bed I placed
my rigid cock in Martin's willing mouth, and began pistoning as though I
was in a race for my life.  Although he had just come, Martin loved being
treated in this domineering way, and started the "oh yes, oh yeah, baby"
litany again as I fucked his mouth roughly.  This went on for some time,
and I realized that Martin was playing with himself and was hard again.  He
had gotten really turned-on by this latest turn of events. Muttering that
the drinks had dulled my reactions, I apologized to Martin for being slow
in coming.

"That's okay, that's fine," he said breathlessly, removing my cock from his
mouth momentarily, and jerking it with his wet fist as he spoke.  "I know
it's crazy, but I love the idea of your dark cock in my mouth, fucking me
senseless."

Catching on, I decided to play along, and said in my most macho voice, "OK,
then baby, stop talking, and suck on this hot cock.  Make it spout like a
geyser.  Come on suck that dark, uncut suckpole.  Drain the cum out of my
balls.  I feel it startin to rise up now.  Come on, play with my balls
while you suck.  You can do better than that !"

Well, this worked very nicely for both of us. My knees started to buckle
and I was in danger of losing my footing on the bed as I picked up the
speed of fucking Martin's face, and felt close to coming.  Here it
is!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a whimper, Martin clamped his lips on my pulsing cock for dear life.
My delayed load sprayed his mouth and throat, as he gulped and swallowed,
gulped and swallowed.  After I stopped coming, Martin grabbed my ass in a
deathgrip, as though afraid that I would withdraw my prick.  I realized as
I looked down that he was flogging himself to a second come, and he wanted
my dick to stay in his mouth until he shot. In less than a minute he had
coaxed a small supplementary load of semen out of his dick.  In retrospect
I thought that it was odd (but nice) that his cock seemed to work so well
despite his having no balls.

As I dressed Martin told me that he had testicles, but they were
undescended.  They never dropped down out of his body cavity in adolescence
and he believed that was why he couldn't have children.  His load was
smaller than average he explained because it lacked the amount of sperm
that is usually in ejaculate.  His semen looked the same but there was just
less of it.  Well, okay.  Interesting way to get a lecture on male
maturation and reproduction, but it really is getting late, and so time to
haul ass back to my room .