this morning
we truly live in an age of miracles. today, from the comfort of my bed, i watched a young man in bulgaria penetrate himself with a wine bottle until he came-it took a good fifteen minutes. as he shot, his slightly pursed lips parted and his head rolled back onto the sofa cushion; i could imagine the quick inhalation of air, followed by a kind of arrested sigh and a long groan as the cum coursed through his fat uncut cock. one spurt hit his left shoulder and the rest pooled on his belly. he removed the bottle, fellated it for a moment, and then collapsed just a bit as i (and doubtless countless others) finished ourselves off. my load got my right nipple and flowed off in three rapidly-cooling rivulets. my new bulgarian friend pulled up his shorts, pulled on a thermal shirt (without cleaning up) and went off to late soccer practice.