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....on leaving the building just how cold it was became more apparent, the horizontal rain (mixed with ice) stung my face, I pulled up my collar and wished I'd worn clothes under my coat.
My balls churned and tightened in the cold, I nearly turned back but, head down, I carried on.
I must have looked quite a sight as the wind pressed my coat into my body accentuating the beach ball hanging from my crotch. With each step I could feel the pressure rising in my scrotum stretching its skin......"should have drained myself" I thought but it was too late now as I pressed on.
Usually the walk didn't take long but with my now soaking coat and trackies pressed against my cock and growing balls I was getting more and more arroused, my cock began to stir I could feel the blood pumping, engorging, swelling, stiffening my flesh as it rubbed against my sodden clothing.
I now had a full on erection. My swollen glans felt hot against my sturnum and with each slowing step they became more and more enlarged.
I could feel my balls expanding faster than usual, they were now forcing my legs apart, the friction of walking made them expand more and more......"shit" I said to myself "I must look like Jon Wayne riding a shire horse" ..... thankfully the streets were fairly empty, the few people who were about walked past me heads down only a couple glanced at me, probably thinking I was a vagrant shuffling along the pavement with all his belongings tucked under his coat.......if only they knew!!!!
Twenty minutes later I managed to get to the sauna....by this time my sack was in full production, they now hung mid calf, my testicles popping with activity, my throbbing cock felt like it had a life of its own tenting the breast of my coat.
Tho the friendly regulars were used to me being "different" they were amazed by what they saw as I took off my coat and "peeled" off my stretched tackies
"Jesus mother of god" said one....the others speachless............
My balls churned and tightened in the cold, I nearly turned back but, head down, I carried on.
I must have looked quite a sight as the wind pressed my coat into my body accentuating the beach ball hanging from my crotch. With each step I could feel the pressure rising in my scrotum stretching its skin......"should have drained myself" I thought but it was too late now as I pressed on.
Usually the walk didn't take long but with my now soaking coat and trackies pressed against my cock and growing balls I was getting more and more arroused, my cock began to stir I could feel the blood pumping, engorging, swelling, stiffening my flesh as it rubbed against my sodden clothing.
I now had a full on erection. My swollen glans felt hot against my sturnum and with each slowing step they became more and more enlarged.
I could feel my balls expanding faster than usual, they were now forcing my legs apart, the friction of walking made them expand more and more......"shit" I said to myself "I must look like Jon Wayne riding a shire horse" ..... thankfully the streets were fairly empty, the few people who were about walked past me heads down only a couple glanced at me, probably thinking I was a vagrant shuffling along the pavement with all his belongings tucked under his coat.......if only they knew!!!!
Twenty minutes later I managed to get to the sauna....by this time my sack was in full production, they now hung mid calf, my testicles popping with activity, my throbbing cock felt like it had a life of its own tenting the breast of my coat.
Tho the friendly regulars were used to me being "different" they were amazed by what they saw as I took off my coat and "peeled" off my stretched tackies
"Jesus mother of god" said one....the others speachless............