You know what it's like to go 100 days without having a wank? It was something that somebody of a form suggested when I was bored on night online. This person said that after a week, your need seems to dissipate but its hell to get there. They were not wrong; I have always been curious about sex even after they day I lost my virginity 10 years ago now. Now at 28 all I have is sex on the brain whilst only being able to focus on anything else only partially, even putting my reservations about food on notice.
Life had resolved into nothing but a series of just getting through from day to day. With no partner or fuck buddy of any kind at my disposal I just had to find ways to occupy my time. Reading, cleaning, memorising news broadcasts from day to day just to keep my mind off from sex. By the sixth day, I had reservations about doing any work on the weekend but instead would work out so furiously just so I could relieve myself of this built-up stress.
One weekend later where I burnt of a whole McDonald's plantation of calories, I came back to work feeling just a wee bit shaged out. Though not that kind of shagged that I wanted. Though it seemed to have done some good as my mind had been rid of sex for a good ten days. For the most part, most of my free time was dedicated to working out as much as I could just to crave my carnal desires. Though admittedly it was a long and laborious process altogether, once I reported back to the forum after a few weeks and said that I was almost drooling with the thought that with my improved body, that I could pick up any hot you stud I wanted and go to town on his booty.
Many on the forum seemed to like the thought that my balls were swelling up with the anticipation to explode in gooey, white, stuff. I must admit now before I go any further that after reading some of these responses, I began to stiffen up for about the second time that day though eventually I stopped touching it and eventually even stopped learning to look at it. A few more weeks of this mental preparation and I will not even get hard so easily.
A month later I was doing everything in my power to stay of the internet as much as possible just to keep myself on the straight and narrow. In actually took me a back for about the first three days to just how much I got myself into my work. I even got into talking to a lot of my colleagues and even on at least one occasion did I realise just how many younger people there were in the office, those skirts are getting too short and those trousers are getting way to tight. Even my own eyes seem to be swaying from side to side, attached to either giant swinging boobs, tightly compacted cocks and balls, and goodness knows what else! Even though I fought long and hard, emphasis on 'hard', to keep my mind off them and instead just converse on purely platonic terms. I then later discovered, far too late but there you go that sometimes to score a goal you just have to play the game according to the rules. I say this because after six weeks into my embargo one of my co-workers, a woman called Molly aged forty with a disgruntled husband and two young kids. She began talking to me with a much wider smile than I have known her for months since working here. Call it being friendly but I think, just somehow that Molly was a little bit keener to see me than I had anticipated.
Then there's the question of Jake. Dear god what a cutie! Short and very skinny, possibly because all the weight in his body seems to be in his two bubbly buttocks of his. How a man of twenty-one can have such a body like that is one for the ages, the top half of a ballerina, the bottom of a prize-winning stallion. How much of that weight went into his penis is only a guess but because of how tight his damn trousers were, you could even see how perfectly formed his thighs were! Jesus Christ, I hope they were smooth!
Just before I go boss eyed thinking about both molly and Jake, one plump and matured, the other juicy and full of young meat. Jake seemed just so eager to talk to me and like any good co-worker was very supportive and friendly to everyone, he was just like some innocent little kid who brought smiles to everyone's day. Possibly, maybe just possibly that it was all a ruse and Jake was not as innocent as he acted, possibly due to his lower body but I'm not going to be seen a s a cradle rocker, despite being legal he still looks like he would be better than someone like me.
For some time afterwards, I wondered whether or not I should disclose to both Molly and Jake about my embargo. Though this idea did not go very far as I wouldn't possibly think they would talk to me much longer after that, not in the work place at least.
After 50 days, I went back onto the forum to talk about my progress and something I wanted to disclose.
"My testicles have been growing in size at an experiential rate. Before my embargo, my balls were roughly the size of grapes and here, we are seven plus weeks later and they have become the size of tennis balls. If I still had the weight on my legs, it would make walking very difficult without the fear of crushing or grinding them to pulp. I have these two co-workers at work that I like a lot since getting to know them better over the last few months. One is an older woman and the other is a younger guy. I feel like just putting my penis to good use in both of them right now! Though I am trying my absolute hardest to hold back my urges and take things slowly, though im not quite sure if I am bisexual since I liked women and had two previous girlfriends in my past. Maybe it's just because the dude has a very plump, almost womanly body from the waist downwards. Is that a good enough reason to have sex with a man? Actually, he may still be a virgin. Now I'm conflicted about that very thought. I mean taking away somebodies' innocence, their first time. Either I make it special or just encourage him to stay away and I to do the same. Then of course there's the older woman at work. Now understand that I have been in two relationships in the past but that doesn't mean that I haven't been with women (nudge, nudge) and I think that this woman looks more like the sort I would be with because she was my type both physically and mentally. Moreover, I feel like from what I have overheard from her that her marriage is on the rocks and maybe she would see me as a rebound deal, fine by me if the arrangement is platonic, I don't really like having relationships with people who already have kids. Though I suspect she is looking at me like that would be unlikely, ah well, you can't win um' all. I suppose I will just have to wait or at least see how this all plays out."
Many people on the forum pointed out that if my testicals were relay as big as I had claimed then I might have a suspected tumour in my balls if they grew to this size. This was the one comment on the thread of my post that made me see a doctor the next day, after what I can only describe as a fairly uncomfortable explanation to my manager. Though my manager was an understandable and reasonable man so he said that he wouldn't spill any beans in the office, besides, I suppose he would have been up for libel or preach of privacy for something like that.
At the doctor's after dropping my trousers for the first time in years to another person, the doctor in his latex gloves for the purpose (hopefully not for any sexual gratification of any sort, though you don't know with some people these days). After a few moments of deliberation, the doctor came back with the news that I indeed had no tumours of any sort in my testicles and that they were just in his words, 'abnormally big.'
"However, Mr. London, I must ask you this again, are you certain you have not taken any enhancement drugs such as, Clomid per chance? Even maybe something that somebody slipped into your drink or food?"
"No, like I said, the only thing I have done is not masturbate for the last seven weeks."
The Doctor was like before a little unconvinced at this. he said that it was very unnatural for a person to have testicles swollen in this manner over a short period of time.
The Doctor said as far as I could remember, if you feel that this starts to cause you any physical distress. Any sign of strain on my penis, groin, crotch or even if walking becomes diabolical.
Considering how the whole examination only took about a number of minutes, I decided to return to work that afternoon. Or under the pretext to collect some things from my desk. It would be interesting to see how Molly or Jake would react to see if they were as interested as I first imagined and as it happened, I was allowed to return to work and the reception was very well received from molly who sat on the desk immediately to my right.
"Paul! I didn't expect you to be back so soon!"
Exclaimed Molly, her face full of jubilation.
"Wait you knew?"
I said, turning to face Molly's warm and inviting face. She had her hair the colour of grain in a ponytail. Though one that I can say I would love to ride alright.
"Knew what? All I saw was you leaving with your stuff after taking to Jeff. Everything ok?"
I'll say this about Molly, you could tell her for a mother just by hearing her talk. It made me feel a tad guilty for thinking about her as horse flesh as it were.
"Oh, oh yes! Everything's ok. It was something that I hadn't considered before but no, nothing wrong. For the moment."
It wasn't the wisest thing I could have said as it was bound to lead to questions and the dilemma of whether to lie to Molly or reveal something a tad personal and not normally said to females. Much to my relief, Molly decided not to follow this up and we got on with work like any ordinary day. Unfortunately, I have this bad habit of developing an outbreak of sweat on my back which causes my shirt to stick to my back, practically leaking the colours of the shirt onto it. Though the conversation ended long before things became awkward.
Later that afternoon, I went to use the urinal in the men's facilities when I happened to run into Jake as he was making his way as well to the Gent's. he nearly made me shoot my bolt just by watching him walk. I could just feel his cheeks 'bouncing' in his tight pants, not even sure if he even wears underwear Despite my self-control, I knew that I would need to give the old fellow some room to breathe. I got to the urinal and un-zipped my trousers just in time but kind of relieved to focus on putting my mind at rest as I emptied my kidney's. After washing my hands, I turned back around and scuffed my feet against something. Somebodies shoes were sticking out from underneath the cubicle stall. There came a slight yelp from inside.
"is everything ok in there, Jake?"
I sort of recognised his voice, a slightly higher pitch to mine.
"Yes, Paul everything's ok."
Said Jake rather quickly.
"I heard you went to the doctor's today. Is everything ok?"
"Forget that, what exactly are you doing in there Jake?"
The stall opened and I saw something I thought that I would never have expected.
"Jake, is that a tape measure?"
