A New Fun Way to Stretch your Ballsac for pleasure and profit - Also being a history of the scrotum - how it's used and how to maximize its size. Copyrighted 1989 & Uploaded by KENT NOLL (Kip's older brother) Oakland, CA., U.S.A. for FOLSOM ST.BBS, S.F. CA They all said about the Noll family that we were a bunch of hellraisers. And, in large part, they were right. Ma didn't have six boys, all of 'em strapping, all of 'em curious and alive, for us to sit around the farm and just feed the pigs. No, when chores were done before dinner, we were out back of the barn or down the road in the woods suckin' each other off or fuckin' the sheep or havin' our asses licked by the new colt. While I don't have time here to describe all of our developmental experiments and the process of just how the Noll Boys grew up, I do have a few recollections of why three of us went on to bigger and better things than the farm, how all of us Noll Boys became STUDS in our own right and how we contributed our share to the betterment of humanity. This is that story. . . Oh, yeh - I'm also gonna tell how how to stretch your balls! If your Pa brings you up right on the farm, you soon learn that life is one round of sex. Sheep fuckin', pigs fuckin', horses fuckin'. Even the chickens do it if you're up early enuf to watch. And if you're the oldest of six boys, like me, you take an interest in your younger brothers. By the time I was fifteen, Kip was fourteen, Marc was twelve and the last three ranged down to eight years old. Natural that Kip and I were best pals, stuck out there twenty miles from town, Pa's health none too good 'cause of the injury in the Korean War. So we developed young - big and strong. And we were apt to ask each other about life, rather than Pa or Ma. Experiment a lot with each other. Still, it was Big Al from the farm down the road that first fucked me. Guess I was twelve, Al maybe eighteen. Big fucker, six-two or so, lotsa hair, fair-sized cock and the most lickable set of nuts that I had ever seen. With his balls slapping my backbone that first time, I resolved to try to get my own nutsack to his size someday. I'll tell ya, the best part of gettin' fucked was the communion of Big Al's nuts with my lower back. Hell, it was better than any massage guy or gal ever gave me. There's a bundle 'o nerves in your lower back; if a guys nuts are big enough - AND HANG LOW ENOUGH - your major pleasure isn't going to come from your prostate, it'll come from your lower back. A FARMER'S HISTORY OF BALLS You've seen 'em: bull and a heifer fuckin' along the roadside. You've seen a horse at stud, maybe heard him whinney when he got close to cummin'. Unless you've farmed, you probably haven't seen pigs fuckin', but they do. Hell, if you've owned dogs long enuf, you damn well know that a bitch in heat will lick your nuts, NOT your cock, in an effort to get you interested in her. KENT'S FACT ONE: THE BALLS ARE THE CENTER OF DESIRE So, it's no wonder that both Kip and I figured something was up when that Shepard bitch kept nuzzlin' our nuts every time she was in heat. Kip fucked her, alright, and I was right behind him - fuckin' him! We soon knew, after he came in her, but she didn't, when that dog again licked his nuts while Kip was lying back, well we knew she was onto something. . . A dog is like any other animal: loaded with smarts. I know, it's popular these days to figure animals don't know shit. I'm here to tell you, my friend, THEY DO! You don't find any domesticated animal with inhibitions, prohibitions or any kind of conditions when it comes to sex. If they're interested, they go for it! Why does the dog go for the nuts when she wants you to fuck her? She'll lick your nuts because she instinctively knows that without a loose, swingin', comfortably hanging set of balls, YOU AIN'T GONNA GET A PROPER HARD-ON. In short, your nuts have to be comfortable before your insides tell your cock to get up and interested. For you nay-sayers, let me ask you: when have you jumped in the pond in early Spring - cold as hell - that your nuts didn't shrink up? Could you ever get a boner goin' when your nuts were shrunk up into your body? No sir, I'll bet not. That's why I say a dog bitch in heat will always lick your nuts to get you aroused. That even goes for a male dog, if he's fucked you before. He, too, will nuzzle your nuts first, wagging his tail as his cock grows, while you lie back in pleasureable anticipation. This is true for our bovine friends, too, though less seen. The heifer will apply her generous tongue to the bull's hangin' sac if she's not been fucked by that particular bull before and if he's smart enuf to enjoy a little foreplay. Granted, most bulls are dumb fuckers - they just go for the cunt, wham! bam! thank you, mam! - before a young heifer can get around to her natural massage. Heck, I have an American Indian friend (he's a Ute from Durango, Colorado) - hung like no human ever seen, gotta be fourteen inches when erect (nice guy, too; but that's another story) who swears his Grandpappy told him years ago the story of the Buffalo Nuzzle. It's the Indian legend of how man and buffalo shared this great continent before the White Destroyer got to it. It involves lots of ball lickin' on both sides. . . As final proof of the therom, why do so many of you guys like to suck cock? Because, m'friend, the suckin' and lickin' instinct is built right into you. You enjoyed tit as a baby. You sucked your thumb when Ma's tit wasn't around. And now you suck cock because - in large part - the action itself recalls subconcious pleasure you had as an infant. Cock is merely a sublimated extention of tit. KENT'S FACT NUMBER TWO: remember this, it'll always stand you in good stead: >>>>>> "When In Doubt, WHIP IT OUT!" <<<<<< That goes for your balls as well as your cock. Nothing inhibits our society more - (paradox here) - or more contributes to lust and desire than clothing. It's true. The source of frustration and the source of sexual desire is one and the same: clothing. THE NUTS: A HISTORY OF COVERING THEM The Bible speaks of "girding your loins". Sweetheart, they weren't talkin' about your cock! Their talkin' about your swinging nuts. Why does today's boy in gym class, today's stud athlete in Olympic competition, the hot leather fucker in the Folsom Street bar wear a supporter? To keep him from pain. Should his nuts be grabbed or hit or in anyway sustain a blow, he's gonna save himself some agony if the ballsac is up close to the body. (Cheap aside: By the way, not enuf of you hot studs are taking advantage of modern technology and design. The outfit you may have seen advertised, known as International Male, sells a hell of a good ball supporter and up-out-fronter in swingin' color even, that considerably improves on the supporter's basic design. This thing helps tuck in the tummy for you older farts, extends anybody's balls and cock out just enuf so that, worn instead of underwear, you both feel great and look great. Wanna tell ya, since wearing mine - they're three for twenty dollars or seven dollars apiece - both guys and gals at the uptight place where I work have been mighty appreciative. Also sold through The Undergear Catalog, which is owned by the same folks in San Diego or Hanover, PA. I don't get any cut on these, but I personally know the model they use, having fucked his ass many a time. Aside from his fanny, these things are the best gig he's turned me on to. Jesus! I can hear 'em way back in Hannover protesting, "Our models are all straight!" Bullshit, baby. Any dude that enjoys his body enuf to pose ain't straight; 'least they enjoy snuggin' up to cock as much as to pussy... By the way, any of you dudes out there know Brian Buzzini of NorCal who also models for I.M.? I wanna meet that fucker!) Now, as I was saying before the commercial: The History of Swingin' Sacs hit a high point before the Modern Era, to which we're only attempting emulation. I'm speakin' Middle Ages here, the Time of The Codpiece. Don't know 'bout you boys, but give me a good 13th Century painting any day. Hell, beats old (late) Salvador Dali hands down. Because that's what they did before the Codpiece: put their hands down. And a fella wasn't covering his cock - he was covering his balls. The codpiece (so nicely afforded a starring role in that Master Cinematic Talent, Stanley Kubrick's "A Clockwork Orange") was made to achieve three things: 1. Cover the balls in modesty, yet keep them relavtively accessible to both fondling and body warmth. 2. Allow rapid uncovering of same and the cock so one could either piss cleanly or prepare to fuck with the quick pull of a leather string. 3. Show your gear to a world that wonders only ONE THING of a man (I don't care if it's philanderer or philosopher, if it's farmer or fucker), to wit: How's That Sucker Hung??? This, incidentally, is a largely unknown subject that is central to my next dissertation: the White male subjugation of both Black and Brown, based entirely on Penis and Scrotum Envy. Unspoken. Heady stuff. Basic both to the Codpiece and to the modern supporter/jockstrap/ underwear of the day is one fact: YOU CAN'T SELL (your ass, cock, balls) WHAT YOU DON'T ADVERTISE (by prominently displaying same under your trousers). But, now, to the core of the thesis: namely, that you will improve your chances in life no matter what your sexual, religious or ethnic proclivity if you only PUT MORE INTO YOUR PACKET. Here's how to do it. . . THE DANCER'S TREAT Why do so many male ballet dancers add goodies under their tights? Why is the bull symbol of strength, of prowess in the stock market, of societal hierarchy? What's unspoken in the accolade, "He's got BALLS!" Authority, m'friend, and power. That's what it's all about, whether you're talkin' Roman Legions over Judea, the primacy of American military strength, or the political prowess of the Chairman of the Supreme Soviet. Whether it's ideas or money, whether it's success in the sack or on the street, authority = power = balls. And conversely, Balls add up to Power, to Authority, to Accolades. I'm going to help you extend your ballsac and then extend your power. (Not bad for a dumb farm boy, huh?) THE PAYOFF Because both Kip and I - and later, Marc, too - were close observers of animal nature (which, never forget, is OUR nature, too), I feel at one with the Creator in bringing you what will become something of a panacea in our own times. Man, especially Gay Man, adventures. He yearns to break the bonds society places on him. He quests, my friend. And God loves a Questor! Questors are the basis of progress, they are the foundation of society, unsung in their own time, beatified in successive eras. I'm going to stretch your sac. 'Cause I know you'll feel better, look better, get more pussy or succulent ass (whatever your preference) and contribute more to this modern day. I want you to become in the philosophical sense what is at the core of your being. And I sincerely hope, my friend, you'll both experiment and try variation to my techniques included herein. Too, I trust your endeavors will be proud accomplishments you'll feel joy in displaying, lessened only by that modesty you feel necessary. WHAT YOU PAID FOR! Vacuums to keep yer nuts stretched are a handy and easy substitute for a heifer (or another guy) around the place. You've seen plenty of ads for vacuum pumps, both manual and electrified, to stretch your pecker. Let me tell you, THEY DO WORK! (If only while you have an erection when using them). Nothing is permanent in this life, 'cept maybe getting older. . . and getting less! So, don't expect a miracle, but vacuum pumps do work, and they'll work best if you use your ingenuity. The 'Lectric Sucker At a flea market, I once bought a small over-the-shoulder GE vacuum that does wonders for my computer. It has a five-foot hose that also does wonders for my dick (getting it off) when both it and I are turned on working at my desk. Matter of fact, this is the best accessory you can have when viewing this BBS's porn files, either picture or text. The vacuum is designed to get you off, clean a keyboard and even blow air up your ass if you reverse the hose. However, there's not much pull to these small vacs - so I suggest you invest from $39.00 to $59.00 for an industrial strength SHOP VAC. These are sold at most every lumber/hardware/tool/mailorder store and are good for suckin' up both lots 'o dirt and lots o' liquid. They're advertised under a number of trade names and range in capacity from 5- to 12- and even 20-gallon capacities. Don't kid yourself, you'll never shoot more than 5-gallons of cum at a time, even if you're pissing into the thing afterwards. Get the small one: $39.99 on sale, regularly 49.99. As the ad I have for one here says, "Cleans up messes an ordinary vac would choke on!". Careful, though! Lots of suction to these, unless you have an especially small sac, put your hand to the thing first to feel the power. Chances are, you'll need to adapt the small hose end to something larger to accomodate both of your balls at once. Most any mailing tube can be adapted with a little shipping tape or the like. And, bear in mind, these shop vacs make a lot of noise, so don't expect Mom to believe you when you power up at 1 a.m. and have to come up with the lame excuse that you're just cleaning your room. She'll know you're getting your rocks off - and stretching 'em - unless you're home alone. The Silent Solution - costs Absolutely Nothing! Needs No Electricity! Vacuums are for infrequent fun. You need something to stretch your nuts, to grow 'em larger 24-hours a day, whether on the road or doing what comes naturally. You need a ball-stretcher, the passive kind. I know there are dozens of leather-shop varieties of ball separators, extendors, Englishman's Delights, Arab Delights and all that kind of store-bought shit. Herewith, the absolutely free, no charge, easily found substitute we'll call KENT'S REVENGE. If you've weren't born with an ass-slappin' set 'o nuts - and most of us weren't - then, how in Hell did some dudes get sacs that can tickle the middle of your back while they're fuckin' you? Training, m'friend, training and constant application. Modern medical science says that the nuts on 90% of American males are the right size to slip through the core of a toilet roll. Ever looked at that thing that comes inside a roll of toilet paper? If not, do so now! You don't have one handy? I'll bet there's a toilet paper roll core not ten feet from you right now, whether you're at home, on the job or walking down the street. Find a john. Close the door. Remove the TP from the roll core. (Next time you run out of Toilet Paper, just remember to SAVE THE CORE). Now, with the core, note that any moderately sharp knife can easily cut the core into rings of various sizes. Start with a one-inch ring made from a toilet paper roll core. Just measure the total core (4-&-a-half inches), put a pencil to the one inch mark, then cut through the core with an Xacto tool or sharp knife. There. You've done it! Created the first step in a longer, suaver swingin' set of balls any man can be proud of. Now, as the core can make more than one one-inch ring, do this: make a one-inch, one and a quarter inch, one and a half inch, leaving over the surplus which can be thrown away. If you're at the office, put the newly-cut TP core rings into your lunch sack so as not to attract attention. Don't get caught trying 'em on the first time in public. Your co-workers are apt to chid you, "Hey, dude, been reading that cock-swallowing, ball-suckin', ass-lickin' Kent Noll, again, huh?" And you'll suffer embarassment. That is NOT why we're here. Now, in privacy, push your right nut through that one-inch core ball ring you've made. Science tells us most men have the smaller ball on the right. Push it well in, pull on the skin to get it all the way through. With another well-placed finger or two, now push your LEFT nut through the tube. (You should find that the one-inch ring is a good place to start.) If your right nut absolutely will NOT go through the one-inch ring, you may be packin' more swingin' meat than the majority of us and you'll just have to drop by your mail room where you work or your stationery store to buy a larger diameter mailing tube. Same techniques and applications are true for those, too. By now, both your nuts are through the ring. Ignore the hard-on you've developed. If you're of an experimental frame of mind and HOT TO GET THOSE NUTS LOWER soon, you'll probably want to graduate this session to the one and a quarter, even the one and a half inch tube ring you've made. If you've been at it a few weeks, you'll find you should be able (depending on Mom's toilet roll supply) to get both those nuts through a one and THREE quarters inch ring. Experiment. Have fun! Wear your new tube to bed. Wear it to work underneath your jockstrap (or the extremely effective International Male Thermal Jock referred to above; stock # AO24; now also available as the Body Tech Brief, but in soft, stretchy 50/50 cotton/poly interlock weave for daily wear. Same price: $7.00 each, 3 for $19.50) If you work in the Financial District of a major American City, as I do, you'll soon be pleased to note newly appreciative glances at your crotch as you go to lunch, to the store or out on errands for the boss. These glances will come from both guys and gals. They may be accompanied by a slight smile. Be appreciative! And when these envious glances are accompanied by a licking of the lips of the appreciator, GET THAT PERSON'S PHONE NUMMBER! They're tellin' you you've got a hell of a sac and - chances are - they'de like to swallow it. Please be advised you are on the road to success in the world of fuckin'. You've turned a new leaf and taken control of your destiny. Whether you're commercial (available for fuckin', but at a price) or whether you just give it away, you have done two important things to your life: 1). You've started to stretch that sac and show those suckers you can swing with the best of them. 2). You've done your most for our up-tight society, giving visual pleasure to all by increasing the apparent size of your gonads and - 'til we get cod pieces popularized - you've helped strike a blow for freedom, knowing that absolute freedom is going naked. So, bear in mind, "WHEN IN DOUBT, WHIP 'EM OUT!" You'll feel better and so will society. Please address your comments, suggestions and indications of how much success you're having to me, in care of this BBS. Warning! Do not attempt to patent this device. I have patents pending on cut-up sections of toilet rolls from the Neenah-Menasha Paper Co., the Mosinee Paper Company and the Great Northern Paper Company; & will shortly be proceeding with Georgia Pacific. If we figure there's enough market, we'll sell the things in fancy colors, extendable sizes, et al. . . And, stay tuned, next time old Kent will tell you tales of actual guys who can swing thirty-pound weights from their balls. Of guys who can fuck two people at the same time, one with their nuts, the other with their cock, and still have their mouth free for action on a fourth. And you'll relive my own true adventures of vacuum fun with animals on the farm. All in the next exciting episode of BALLSAC! Right here on this convenient BBS. . .