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Stories, Fantasies, Thoughts, and Progressions. Any observed resemblance to persons living is flattering, suggestive, and will get someone somewhere.
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The orderly came to my bed dragging a gurney that moved on silent big rubber wheels. I thought about the soft ride it might be, but I couldn't finish that thought; that big thick hardon was oozing again. Sometimes his dick is like that. Stands at about 80 degrees from horizontal, and slowly pulses. Little globs of thick precum appear at his piss slit. They glimmer in the low light of the ward, as if battery powered. Then they slide down the undermidline of his rubbery dickhead, and get sticky down his frenulum. A lava-lamp cock that bubbles over. Yeah, thats what he has.
He started to talk. Sometimes its just sentences, disjoined. He is in constant sexual thought, and that interrups his speech. It makes him all the more interesting to listen to. You hear what he is thinking. Kinda magnetically. The words are like the beat. Just there to mark time.
But today, he seemed to have something he wanted me to know.
I stared at that pulsing cock. Mine started to act the same way. the more I stared, the more I was hypnotized by the pulse, and the connected movement of his words.
He said that today I would start treatments in a special clinic that they had at the hospital. He said it would help me, and that he thought I'd come to like it. He started peeling down the sheet & blanket that was across my legs, kinda slow. He looked randomly around at at my skin, my cock & balls, my belly, my thighs, my face, my mouth hanging open while I listened, and he continued.
I'd be taken there on a gurney, and for safety and comfort, I'd be strapped down the whole time. My cock raged, and swelled to stoney hard. I liked it already. He was right. No more discussion needed. His slow prep, and slow, interrupted words seemed kindly, and attentive. I was relaxed, and excited.
The gurney was beside my bed. I slid naked onto its hard rubber mat, and laid down flat on my back. He moved around me, rubbing big soft and cum-smelling hands across me slowly. He pulled wide web straps up from under the gurney, and buckeled them down again under, with my limbs in loop. He pulled all four snug. I was connected to the gurney. This made me relax. My head flopped lower than I expected. It fell loose, lower than the rubber surface. I had been strapped high on the gurney, and my head now hung over the end. I expected pain. Stretched neck muscles. But my head hung loose, in a weightless sense. Disorienting.
I focused. the orderly's cock & balls approached my head. Like slow motion. My stretched neck seemed to slow something down. Time, thinking, space orientation, something, everything. Now everything pressed against my face in the flesh. Big soft smooth balls. A little warm, and wonderful folds of glove soft leathery skin filled my face completely. Pink surround. A liquid pressing sensation. A light sharp and sweet odor. I didn't know the gurney was moving until I heard the elevator doors close.
He talked again. He said this therapy might be needed daily. I could feel skin oil, and humidity on my face and his balls. I made some moaning noises. He said somethig about he was glad I agreed.
The gurney stopped. I felt heat on my genitals. A bright operating room light was immediatly above my bobbing cock. The stillness of the gurney, and my bobbing cock, with my now alone dangling head gave me the sensation of being somewhere new. Unknown, and very exciting. My heart beat strongly, as I felt the straps pull tighter.
I heard a voice say "Bring the camera in tight. The ward needs a good view."
Then I felt small spots of cold metal on my thighs, under my balls, behind my cockhead, along the shaft of my cock, on my low abdomen, on my pecs, On my throat, right over my juggulars. And added too, to my temples, The balls of my feet, and the thumpads of my hands. There was more light. My skin got immediately warmer. Bright white, overpowering light. From the side came the orderly's balls again. I saw some wires dangling from him; maybe from his buttcheeks. But his balls pressed against my face again. What wonderful comfort. Like a big soft overstuffed easy chair made for my face. His oozy cock hung a little floppy now. Up over my chin. He patted it against my throat. Massaged it around. My throat opened. My mouth opened wider. He rolled that big meat right in. A big blood baloon marshmallow cock slowly started to swell down my throat. I didn't hear the words well that were spoken. I don't know who said what.
Tingles started in places on my skin. I hardly know where first, or second. It was like the random looks over me that the orderly gave me when he came to my bed 15 minutes, and a century ago.
The tingles played with me. Delicious sensation spurts that had liquid, and temperature moments. Sometimes hot. Sometimes cold. Sometimes a real tinge. A sharp sensation. Then back to the temperature. I felt rivers and pools of sweat in places. On my chest. Belly. Base of my cock. Down my Buttcrack. Under my back. along my inner thigh. At my knees. On my temples.
I felt the muscles in my thighs start to pulse. Quiver. Jump. Dance. Different rhythms. My cock felt sharper. Stronger waves that built up and stopped, then started lightly again. Legs dancing involuntarily,and painlessly, jumping strongly now. Making my hands shake. There I felt vibrations. My fingers curled a little. Quivers that made both hands feel like I had a cock in each, and might be jerking it in short and very rapid strokes.
The sensation on my cock started to get even stronger. Like knives making lateral long cuts. Still building in creshendos, and then immediately starting over. My chest was feeling very slow pulses. Very slow periodic, low frequency pulse. Now something new: neeles on my balls! Ooow Oooo moaned my mouth, as involuntary as my legdance. Now I was aware of the orderly's cock down my throat. How had I forgotten it? It was all the way down, and my moans escaped around it! My throat was completely relaxed. More needles. Oooo. Oooo. Needles. Oooo. The knives. The needles. A repeating pattern emerged. A flash across the mind. I understood. I was being made to involuntarily suck this big lavalamp like a machine. His balls were still pressed against my face. I felt them squirm and move around at the same time as I felt rivers of current across my face. Sweat made conductor streams across my face, and I felt the little lightening strikes. Sharp. He had to be feeling the same on his balls. Oooo I moaned. More needles. Oooo. Oooo. Oooo. the knives. Stronger. My hands picked up a faster jerk. My fingers got rigid and tightened griplike, My legs shook with some violence. Knives. Knives. Knives. Needles. Knives. Needles. the lightening on my face. Needles. Now pulses on my throat. Like a very fast heartbeat. I heard that. Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom. the room swam in white circles. Needles, Knives, Boom, Oooo. My face felt zolts now. ZZZ sensations that originated in my temples. ZZZZ Boom Needles. ZZZZ Boom Knives. My legs. My hands. My toes curled. the room spun very fast. A hot dagger went right down my dick. Piss slit right down all the way. Pretty fast. Now I was spinning on that. Around that pole on a burn that got cold. Knives. Boom. Knives Knives Knives Boom ZZZZ. My legs felt like I was running as I spun in 2 directions. I was falling, and running. MY COCK felt like it was being enlarged. Bigger, huger. Being sucked up and cut open, filleted out under a broiler as I flayed around on an electric broiler, sucking for liquid, and dripping salty sauce out of every inch of skin. I was soaking wet. I felt like the salt spray of the sea was in the room. Froth flying from skin, cock, mouth. In a frenzy of noise, I felt a welling come up from my now constantly needled balls. up thru my filled out cock. Charging and filling up a cock five times huger than any human penis. quarts of cum welling. Filling. The quart bottle down my throat grew rigid. I felt its swell, and plentious veins press against my now fast pulsing juggulars. Blood vessels talking to each other from electrical pulses. And gutteral phonic nonsense sounds coming out of my throat made fom it all. With it all. Gurgles and ooze. I feel hot lead-like plops on my chest, belly, cock, balls. From nowhere I know. Thump Boom and resultant Pump in my throat. Suddenly the spinning accelerated, the knives dug deeper, the cold shot down my dick is dominant. The Needles cover my balls completely. Lightening on my face. I feel a strike of streamedheat down my throat that doesn't stop. It shoots down, and right out MYHUGECOCK. I SCREAMED MYHUGEKKKKKKKKKO-Oooo-Oooo-Oooo-OCK in a tornado of flying white. I screamed myself awake in the Ward. My bed has a purple-dicked Nurse pinching his own penis on one side, a cock-erect dorky drugged up looking doctor on the other. The naked orderly's cock is near my head. He says "You slept too long. You are scheduled for Therapy in an hour. They float out silently, as if on rubber wheels. Doctor stumbling, Nurse pulling his penis forward, and Orderly glancing back over my body. The video monitor high on the wall shows an empty gurney in the therapy room. My Wardmates stare alternately at me and the video monitor as most begin stoking up. In my ears I hear a fleshslap rhythm; in my cock I feel a coldness; in my throat I feel a pulse.
Your Cock & Balls & Butthole and your Hands are the most significantly mapped areas of your skin for touch. There are more nerve endings for touch here than anywhere else. Other areas that are extensively mapped in the brain are your tongue, nose, and your eyes (the most mapping).
That your genitals have so much brain area is not well understood by the general populace. The sensation you get thru your genitals is valued by your brain. It is important input. That these heavy mapped areas fall easily to contact with each other is a natural. You should be touching yourself right now. As you read this. Pull your pants down. Play with your cock & balls. Watch your hands on your cock. You are wired for this. Your brain is expecting it.
Our brains are unique. Each actually grows from experience. Lack of experience means lack of development, lack of growth.
Human intelligence is also relational. How bits of information interact, how they are structured and stored in relationship to other information is what humans do.
Working to develop/grow, with the knowlege of structures, existing patterns, means optimizing your potential. By playing with yourself, you use the existing heavy duty wiring, the big data pipe, to provide data for relational connecting. You program your brain by playing with your cock.
The experience base you create by masturbating is the fundament of the richness you can bring to another person as sexual capacity.
Jackoff now so that your next sex partner and you will have a better time.
I watched a biggish plain white Ford van drive by the Hole after closing. Institutional looking, I thought. No words or lettering on the flat metal sides. No windows behind the driver till the back doors. Stretch chassis, so its extra long. Clean and new looking. Maybe just well maintained.
As it drove past, I got a glimmer of an image thru the back door windows. Seemed to be a high pipeframed cot, with tight white sheet, and a puffed up hard white pillow. Oh yeah. Institutional.
I thought it might be some transport van for moving patients of some kind. But no lettering/name. And no other equipment inside. So its not ambulance-equipped.
Cruising the streets at 2+ am. What a perfect sexwagon.
What a nice fantasy: Circles the block, and stops in front. Lumpy sholdered driver and another white uniformed guy jump out. Grab me. My rigidity helps them: thru the double doors, strapdown and away. Racing motor and rocking body up a highway ramp. As I swim in the flashes of some stray headlights on the metal roof, my clothes are wrestled from under the straps. Wind rush and buffeting noise. Attendant throws my clothes out the window just a minute before the van stops.
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