Such fierce, unrelenting talons(The pubic hairs of yesterday)
Unfortunately, my wife found the old pubic hairs of a college friend today. They were the pubes of a past lover of mine, and I had them hidden in my study, inside of a secret compartment I’d made within an old mathematics textbook. I was sitting in my study yesterday remembering it all, the times Jim and I had back then, years ago when we were both in school. Roommates we were, neither of us having yet touched man there before (do you know where?). We were both still so unsure of our strange, seemingly unnatural sexual desires, knowing neither of our families would approve of them.But one day Jim came into our dorm-room carrying a penis pump he’d received in the mail, grinning from ear to ear in excitement
I said to him, “Jim, what do you have there?”
He said, “It’s a peter pump, Ernie, with which to make my dick bigger. Would you like to try it along with me?”
I was very nervous and so was he, but we both undressed as our bare, hanging penises both dangled from between our legs in their splendid youth. Jim lied on the bed as he slowly became hard, so hard, and I was delighted at how big he was. I placed the pump over his cock, started to press on the trigger as the air flow hissed through the tube like a snake. But there was no suction!
“I think maybe your pubic hairs are preventing the tube from adhering to your crotch skin, Jim, I told him. “Would you like for me to shave your pubes?”
I did get a straight razor then, slowly snipped away at Jim’s light-brown, curly dick hairs, removed them ever so slowly, shaving them carefully from his balls too, and painstakingly placed them into an envelope for safe-keeping. The clear plastic penis pump tube then GRIPPED around Jim’s cock like a vice, like a falcon sweeping down upon its prey, such fierce, unrelenting talons!! I pumped the air into the tube madly, watched Jim’s dick become longer, fatter, more thick and beautiful, a brilliant shade of purple. I sucked upon it soon after, my first time sucking a cock, chewing and gnawing on this freshly-pumped cock like a rabid dog. It was one of the most precious moments of my life. So now, many years later- - and being married to a woman-when I get into a fight with my wife, I flee into the study, pull out Jim’s pubes from that old musty envelope hidden within that math textbook. Tears flow from my eyes always as I dip my fingers into the envelope, sniffing Jim’s pubes, even nibbling on a couple while stroking myself. But yesterday I was careless, so inebriated with sweet romantic nostalgia, that I left the math book on my study desk, wide open, and my wife came in there this morning to find Jim’s pubes while cleaning. I tried lying to her by saying they are my own, but she knows mine are a lot darker.
I said to him, “Jim, what do you have there?”
He said, “It’s a peter pump, Ernie, with which to make my dick bigger. Would you like to try it along with me?”
I was very nervous and so was he, but we both undressed as our bare, hanging penises both dangled from between our legs in their splendid youth. Jim lied on the bed as he slowly became hard, so hard, and I was delighted at how big he was. I placed the pump over his cock, started to press on the trigger as the air flow hissed through the tube like a snake. But there was no suction!
“I think maybe your pubic hairs are preventing the tube from adhering to your crotch skin, Jim, I told him. “Would you like for me to shave your pubes?”
I did get a straight razor then, slowly snipped away at Jim’s light-brown, curly dick hairs, removed them ever so slowly, shaving them carefully from his balls too, and painstakingly placed them into an envelope for safe-keeping. The clear plastic penis pump tube then GRIPPED around Jim’s cock like a vice, like a falcon sweeping down upon its prey, such fierce, unrelenting talons!! I pumped the air into the tube madly, watched Jim’s dick become longer, fatter, more thick and beautiful, a brilliant shade of purple. I sucked upon it soon after, my first time sucking a cock, chewing and gnawing on this freshly-pumped cock like a rabid dog. It was one of the most precious moments of my life. So now, many years later- - and being married to a woman-when I get into a fight with my wife, I flee into the study, pull out Jim’s pubes from that old musty envelope hidden within that math textbook. Tears flow from my eyes always as I dip my fingers into the envelope, sniffing Jim’s pubes, even nibbling on a couple while stroking myself. But yesterday I was careless, so inebriated with sweet romantic nostalgia, that I left the math book on my study desk, wide open, and my wife came in there this morning to find Jim’s pubes while cleaning. I tried lying to her by saying they are my own, but she knows mine are a lot darker.