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Text Box: an eternity, and Alexander flushes his depressed cock’s tears down the drain. He watches it merge into the blue colored water until it disappears to a place unknown. Sleep takes over Alexander’s body and he couldn’t recall when it happened. Images of strange people, places and things danced through his mind. The sensation of a dream of being sucked into a vortex felt as if his skin was being ripped off his body, and had Alexander moaning in his sleep. He awoke to find his body drenched in sweat, and loud moans filled the darkness of his room. At first, the scene being played before his eyes was reminiscent of one of his fantasies. The cock headache of a few hours ago was now forgotten, and he was bobbing up and down like a kid awaiting a special gift on Christmas. While Alexander slept, his girlfriend had been sucking on his cock as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Tonight she would be fed, and as his favorite rapper Biggie Smalls used to say, “Believe me sweetie, I’ve got enough to feed the needy.” It was just yesterday he had recounted this Text Box: fantasy to his girlfriend, and less than a day later she had turned it into reality. She must have heard his cock’s cry for her warm mouth to come and comfort him and resurrect his limp dreams of being a stallion lover. As she had done so many times before with her lips of pleasure; she invited him into her haven of heat where summer lived 365 days of the year. Once inside this sanctuary there’s something she does which Alexander can’t fully explain, but when she does it to him, he feels like his brain is sucked through the slit eye of his cock. It is the most unbelievable BJ (blowjob) ever performed. Every woman should learn to suck cock like this, Alexander thinks to himself as he slips in and out of consciousness. There should be a mandatory cock sucking class 101 before a marriage is allowed to take place. They say food is the way to a man’s heart, but as Alexander lay there wrapped in a heat that could make a fat person burn calories, he would come to believe that all he needed to live a happy life was those sweet full lips emptying every ounce of baby juice in him. For a moment, it feels as if he will succumb to her super powers and pass out. Only the truly gifted blow jobbers have this Text Box: innate ability to cause a grown man to faint like a baby and sleep for hours. Such is the power of an amazing set of lips which few possess, but many claim to own. He will rest for a short time to regain his depleted strength. Soft and wet from the shower he’s just enjoyed in the sanctuary of her heart shaped lips, his once depressed slit eye has formed a smile to last throughout the night. All the earlier worries of never feeling your touch again have vanished. A deep peaceful sleep envelops his limp body and his dreams are filled with erotic thoughts of inventing new positions to drive her insane, and keep her coming back to him. What she doesn’t know is the pleasures of the flesh she offers him so readily at his request in no way compares to what they could share if they allowed the physical and mental to join in a union. On this night, physical satisfaction will suffice all his immediate needs. Getting to know her would have to wait until another day. 9-15-05 10:29 pm Dean Jean-Pierre
Text Box: Today Alexander held his cock in both hands cradling, stroking him the way that you did, but he still refused to wake up. He laid there weak and shriveled in dire need of your touch and looked up at Alexander with his slit eye half closed. He was in desperate need of ICS (Immediate Cock Suckage), and no amount of coaxing from Alexander would erect him from his depression. Until you have experienced a depressed cock you can’t begin to understand the trauma of the situation. Wild crazy shit goes through your mind like maybe my cock is dead and a replacement cock will be needed, or maybe excessive masturbation has led to the early retirement of your cock from active duty. If in the future a replica or detachable cock is available on the market then the ability to replace a depressed cock would solve many, many male problems: no more worrying about erectile dysfunction, or waiting until an appropriate time to get a second serving of some sweetness while limp dick rests up for round two. But on this night, only you could wake him from this melancholy sleep rendering him useless to Alexander. He cries into the toilet bowl for what seems like