Super Jo Cock an Balls

Clark hated these hot summer nights where the air hung heavy and sleep was impossible. A shaft of light from his open window cut across the middle of his bed while the muted sounds of the city below drifted into his ears. He rolled over, punched his pillow again and wished he could find relief.

His topsheet long gone, he pulled off his t-shirt. That made things a little cooler, but not much. He looked down at his briefs, and after a moment decided what the heck, he'd do anything to cool off. Jamming his thumbs into the waistband, he raised his ass and pushed against the humid cloth. They stuck for a moment, but then came free, sliding off his legs and down his feet. In frustration from the heat, he tossed them across the room.

After a few more sleepless minutes, Clark realized that another frustration was starting to build. Although not born of this planet, his race had the same genetic coding that provided all males with an ever- accessible playtoy. He looked down his rippled chest to this playtoy that now wanted attention. With his left hand he lifted it from his belly, admiring what the universe (and his parents) had given him. It was long and thick, and seemed to have a life of its own. Having been spared the "unkindest cut" by being born elsewhere, he was genetically different enough that if ever asked, he wouldn't be able to answer with just "cut" or "uncut." His hood was a bit smaller than the average human's, but there was no mistaking it was there.

Pulled back, the hood revealed a very human-like bulbous head, that was throbbing with a very human-like desire. He licked his finger and touched the tip of his cock. Yeah, man, do me, do me now, it seemed to pulse.

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He grasped the shaft with his right hand, and electricity seemed to sweep down through his balls. His balls. Big ones, they were. Thick with cream and aching to be released. Wetting his left fingertips, he tickled his balls while his right hand moved slowly up, then down, his hard manmeat. He knew he would have to go slow; the drawback to super speed (and thus quick orgasms) is missing out on all the fun. Releasing the shaft, Clark licked his palm several times and then smeared the spit over the head and underside, making him tingle even more.

Gently his hand slid along the shaft, his other hand still tickling his balls. Clark threw his head back into his pillow, enjoying the sensation of skin rubbing skin. He closed his eyes. Perhaps a fantasy. Hmmmm.

In his mind's eye, he pictured Lois standing in the doorway, wearing only a see-through negligee. Her pouty red lips pushed forward in anticipation of what Clark wanted to push past them. She took a step forward...

Nah, that's not really doing anything for me, he thought, re-wetting his hand and continuing his up and down motions on his cock. OK, then, Jimmy stood in the doorway, his hard dick pointing directly at Clark. Nah, that's not it either. What the hell, he thought to himself. How about I just enjoy me?

Clark opened his eyes and looked down at his crotch, illuminated by the light coming through the window. Yeah, man, he though, this is good. I've got a good body, and a great cock. He let go and watched his cock swing forward and slap against him. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. It slowly oozed down the tip and onto his stomach, which his cock twitched and ached with need. Clark reached over to his nightstand and found his lube, which he smeared generously. His cock shone in the light, a monument to that which the universe gives to the male of the species. He grabbed it again, and now his sliding motions were accompanied by squishing sounds.

Increasing his pace, his other hand traced rings around first one nipple, then the other. Flitting down the ripples of his chest and abs, he caressed his balls again, then explored further down. Still jacking himself, he prodded at his asshole, jabbing the area around his pros- tate.

Clark closed his eyes and went to that place that can only be described as total sensation, no sight or sound, just the whirlwind of intensity of beating his meat and making it cum. All the energy in his body seemed to be flowing to his crotch, his cock swelling, his balls pulling close in anticipation of the explosion. Taking a deep breath, he jacked his shaft more quickly, the rumblings being about to burst forth. His other hand pushed harder against his asshole, wanting entrance to his prostate.

Jack it. Faster. Harder. Squeeze tighter. Feel those balls ache, begging for release. His head jerked from side to side while his cockhead grew darker in intensity. Faster. Harder. Massage that prostate. Up and down the shaft his hand flew. Panting. Jacking. Wanting release.

Clark shoved his hips in the air as the first stream of cum shot across his head and splatted against the wall. He groaned as the second one hit his chin and left a trail down his chest. Collapsing on the bed, he felt three more gobs of jism burst out of his cockhead. He yanked his finger out of his ass and lay exhausted, spent. Little bits of cum continued to dribble out. Finally he let go of his still-hard tool.

After a few minutes he opened his eyes, and took a deep breath. The scent of warm, fresh manjuice tickled his nostrils and made him smile. He should have no trouble sleeping now.

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