My balls. Every day I get these sexy tingles in my balls. My balls, they feel dead sexy. It’s coz they’re full of cum, innit? My balls, they move around in my ballbag like they got a fucking life of their own. My sexy balls. They feel dead sexy coz I shave ‘em, keep ‘em nice and smooth. And I shave the hairs round my dick. Smooth dick, smooth balls. Smooth between my balls and my arsehole.
Since I started shaving my pubes, my balls and my cock have felt well fucking sexy. My dick, swear down, it’s up and down all day - on the bus, on the park bench, in the bus shelter, in the bookies, down the pub, even when I’m sitting on the sofa and my Mum and Dad are in the room watching the telly. My fucking dick, up and down all day.
I wonder if other boys are like me? I wonder if other boys have trouble keeping their dicks down? There’s only so much a boy can take. It gets unbearable. I’ve just got to have a wank.
With me, right, I’ll have a wank in the morning. I have a wank every morning. And like, my balls and my dick, they’ll start feeling sexy by dinnertime. That’s when my dick starts getting hard in my trackies. And after that I just feel sexier and sexier as the day goes on.
I get up early and I wank my morning boner. I have a morning wank and I shoot my jizz and by the afternoon my cock is feeling horny again. Just four or five hours after my morning wank and I get sexy tingles in my balls again. My cock, it’s up and down in my undies all day.
It can be well embarrassing being so horny.
It’s signing on day. I get on the bus with a semi hard dick, get off with my boner tenting my trackies. My cock’s aching real bad in my trackies when I sign on. How am I gonna get a fucking job if my dick won’t stay down?
That’s what I say to the bloke at the Job Centre.
I’m sitting there at his desk and he says to me, “Have you applied for any jobs since you last signed on?”
And I stand up and I show him what I have to put up with. I push my hips forward so he can get a proper look. My trackies are stretched well tight over my big hard-on.
“How am I supposed to get a job like this? When my dick won’t stay down.”
He looks proper shocked. He gets all nervous and fidgety.
“Is that…is that real?”
“Course it’s fucking real! It’s not a fucking banana!”
He tells me to sit down. He asks me to keep my voice down. I lean closer to him.
“I’m sorry but how would you like it if your dick was hard all the time? I wank three or four times a day, you know.”
“Really?”
“Sometimes more. But even after I’ve had a wank my cock still feels well horny. I feel horny 24 - 7. It’s my dick, it’s too tender.”
“Oh…er…my heart bleeds for you.”
“I get erections all day long and there’s no way I could ever get a job with my pants like a Big Top Circus.”
“Right…yes…well…”
“What can I do, eh? Like there’s a job on the board there - labourer on a building site. I can’t work on a building sight like this, can I? Not only will the other guys think I’m bent but what about all the fit birds walking past? Imagine if the guys whistle and the birds look over and see me like this? They’ll phone the cops, wouldn’t they?”
“Yes, I see your point.”
“Every fucker can see it. All the time.”
“Ok…er…”
He looks at the monitor.
“Hmm. Let’s see if we have any jobs in for porn stars.”
“That’s right. Take the piss.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well…you might laugh and take the piss but that’s probably the only job I could do with this big fucking permanent boner.”
“Have you seen the doctor about it?”
“What for? What can he do about it? You go and see the doctor if you can’t get it up, not if it won’t fucking go down.
“Maybe…I don’t know…he might be able to do something about it, suggest something, give you something to rub on it to make it less sensitive.”
“Fuck that!”
The man behind the desk looks at the monitor.
“Well? Found anything for me? It’ll have to be a job where I’m working on my own so nobody can see my boner?
“There’s one here in the morgue. You’ll be in good company there.”
“What?”
“Well it’s full of stiffs, that place.”
“You’re wasted working here. You should be on the telly. There’s nothing there for me, is there?”
“No. Nothing. You’re fucked, lad.”
“Right, that’s it then. I’ll have to be a porn star, won’t I?”
“Looks that way.”
“My cock’s big enough and I’m good-looking.”
“The modesty of youth.”
“Just stating the truth, that’s all.”
The man behind the desk leans forward and he says in a quiet voice so nobody else can hear him, he says, “How do you feel about making a private porno?”
“What do you mean?”
“How do you feel about coming round to my place say tomorrow and I’ll film you with my camcorder while you’re having a wank?”
He’s not joking. He’s been deadly serious.
I put my hand down my trackies and pull on my naked cock.
“What? Do a solo porno for you?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re not joking now, are you?”
“No.”
“This is you being serious now, innit?”
“Yeah. So what do you say? Just for my own private use. Nobody else’ll get to see it.”
This sounds brill.
“Is that what you do? You make pornos?”
“Well, no, not professionally like. But I’ve filmed some mates of mine at my place.”
“And will you pay me for it?”
He says yeah, he’ll pay me. Says he’ll come to some agreement.
“Will I have to declare it? Will I have to sign off?”
“No, you’ll be doing it on the side.”
“I’ll do it on my side, on my back, face down, not bothered me.”
“I’ll film you while you’re naked and having a wank.”
Oh fuck. Sounds perfect. Puts a big smile on my face.
“I think I’m gonna cum in my trackies.”
I have a wank with my hand down my trackies there and then at the Job Centre.
“Go on, you dirty lad. Have a crafty little wank.”
So I have a wank and I cum in my trackies at the Job Centre thinking about my new job.
So anyway, he arranges for me to be at his place the following night. I go round the following night and I can’t get my clothes off quick enough. I’m feeling well horny showing off my hot boner to the man who I’ve been seeing for months at the Job Centre. He films me with his camcorder as I sit naked on the sofa. I look straight into the camera and have a steaming hot wank. I feel proper dirty, thrashing away on my big hot dick. I slap it, rub it, hold it at the root and pull it away from my body, aim my purple-headed bell-end right at the camera and jack my dick.
I have my legs spread wide and my smooth balls are almost up inside my body. I don’t care who sees this video. He can show it to all my mates. He can show it to everybody who signs on at the Job Centre. I don’t care. Let ‘em all see me naked wanking my cock. Let ‘em all see that I’m a dirty fucking wanker. Let ‘em all see that I love playing with my dick. I want everybody to know that I’m a dirty wanker.
He gets real close with the camcorder, gets a close up of my fist going up and down on my dick, my hand sliding the loose skin up and down over my hot boner. My bell-end swells up all fat and shiny, my slit leaking real bad and I slap my dick against my 6-pack, slap my dick against my thighs.
This is the perfect job, sitting bollock naked on the sofa wanking my cock. I’d happily do overtime in this job. I jack my cock harder and faster until I squirt my ball-juice in my face and over my chest.
My first gay solo masturbation porno. It’s well horny. I can do loads more of these. No probs. Got my perfect job and I’m well happy.