Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2024 00:48:18 +0100 (GMT+01:00)
From: Boris Chen <borischenaz@mailfence.com>
Subject: Captured chapter 19

Chapter 19. Dan's visit, part-2

The next day of his vacation I asked Dan what he wanted to do and he said
he wanted to explore the walled city, maybe buy a souvenir. So we took
showers and walked over by my old apartment. I decided to steer us across
the beach as a shortcut. If you locate my place on gmaps you can see the
beaches, I live in the apartment building with the KFC on the ground
floor. We walked north to the beach called the Plage Malabata, then we
turned left and walked across that and the Plage Municipale all the way to
the harbor. You keep walking northwest around the harbor to the old Roman
built harbor (the one with no boats tied up). Across the waterfront
boulevard is a large parking lot. Behind and above it is the southeast
corner of the walled city and my apartment is just another boxy white
building with square windows. You can see in that area there are multiple
layers of old city wall, now used to slow erosion during monsoon rains. Up
in that corner is one of the wide ramps that go from street level, over the
wall and down inside the ancient city. That was the route we took.

"It looks inviting." Dan commented about the flawless beach and the calm
sea water in the bay.

"Yah, but its ice cold, it makes your titties shrivel up into tiny dots."

Dan chuckled with the confidence that his are too big for that. But it
would make any man's dick contract back inside his belly, and his nuts
would hide trying to stay warm too. So I reminded him when we swim in the
water to a shark it sounds like a dinner bell. Come and get it!

We did a lot of walking and he never complained about the hills or the
stairs. I showed him my office, which was locked with a sign stating it was
closed due to a family emergency. The wording on my sign kind of bothered
him because he was the actual family emergency. We looked in through the
large plate glass window that ran from floor to ceiling and wall to the
door frame.

After almost two hours of walking we arrived in the center of the walled
city, an open air market where the street was a little wider and there were
lots of tables with chairs and umbrellas sitting outside the four
cafes. Most of them were old, going back to before WW2 and still owned by
the same families.

We ate lunch at a famous old café in the Central Socco, I purchased
a tiny paper cup of THC coated (hashish oil) peanuts and we both ate two
with lunch. I know that doesn't sound like much but just wait about 100
minutes and you'd change your mind too!

We ate baked fish fillets with veggies then followed the crowd of slow
moving tourists to a small courtyard where an acoustic band was playing
Arabic music (guitars, bongos, drums, and little accordion type
instruments). We sat and enjoyed the show for a while and really started to
get into the tunes. That's how I knew Daniel was pretty high. Everyone in
the band had grey hair and missing teeth but they jammed like the Grateful
Dead. They went instantly from one song to the next, few people realized it
was a different song. I think most of the crowd was stoned too.

At first the music was hard to follow and all the musicians were elderly
men in Djellabas and small turbans. After a while you started to notice the
intricacy of their playing and it was like another dimension suddenly
opened up and we both kind of understood it was actually a jam
session. It's just that the musicians sort of appeared like filthy street
beggars but over time (and with a little help from the THC) I started to
really get into the music and the playing and realized they were really
good. But they played with no amps, no lighting, no pyrotechnic effects,
and the entire audience was mesmerized. I think their purpose was to show
the love of Allah but their one small sign was in Arabic calligraphic
script.

After the show ended we left and I asked him if he had his passport and he
reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. I quietly asked if we might
rid the world of a few pickpockets, maybe I'll walk behind him with the
sprayer in hand. He slipped it into his back jeans pocket but left it up so
the top inch or two was visible then we wandered around looking at stuff
for sale, I stayed about eight feet behind him with my eyes on his ass and
the tiny spray can in my right hand. Sooner or later a fish is gonna take
the bait. We started to leave the courtyard where the band was playing and
I saw Dan drop some US cash in the donation bucket, I think he left several
twenties.

We stopped to look at a stand selling hats and sure enough an older woman,
probably a gypsy walked behind him and pulled it out and left with it, so I
followed and when she stopped to let a tuk-tuk go by I spun her around and
told her to give it back, she did and I sprayed it directly at her mouth,
she sniffed the lavender scent then told me to fuck off and tried to kick
my legs but I jumped back, she missed and nearly fell backwards herself. I
found Dan still looking at the leather caps and he put it back in his back
pocket.

It didn't take but 20 minutes and we caught another one, this time a boy,
maybe 11 years old. He refused to return it and pretended to not understand
so I shoved him against a wall and kept my hand on his chest. The kid
reached behind and pulled the passport out and handed it back. I sprayed
him in the face and let him go. We moved to the other side of the Socco and
caught one more and also sprayed him, I think he was in his 50s. Those
folks sure know what a US Passport looks like! So he handed it to me and I
put it in my front pocket and we changed course and headed toward the
nearest door in the wall. On the way we stopped at a leather dealer and
looked at wallets and some clothing items, they were clearly making
knockoff moccasins, gloves, boots, and jackets. Daniel purchased a wallet
and moccasins for his feet. I looked to see if they had a dick and balls
pouch made of leather with a strap around the back but saw no adult leather
clothing. No restraints, harnesses, or whips. Then we exited the city and
crossed the wide waterfront boulevard to see the harbors. We stopped and
sat on a bench and I looked closely at the leather moccasins he got
expecting to find a Made in China tag but the bag said they were made in
Morocco with Spanish leather.

We walked the shortest route to the commercial pier so I could take
pictures of three freighters unloading, then we walked around the big
harbor and looked at all the larger boats and the fishing boats. Dan
quietly asked why INR wanted freighter photos. I told him they never
explained why but I suspect they were trying to verify things they saw on
satellite images, for training purposes. Dan said I should do it with a
drone, fly it from the roof of my apartment, and take photos and fly back
home. That way I wouldn't have to do all that walking. He said the route
could be automated if it had a decent GPS.

It was an entire day of walking and both of us were worn out by the time we
made it home at 5:10pm. I showed him what I had to eat at home and we
decided to cook a frozen pizza, but jazz it up with more cheese and
pepperoni first.

After dinner we hung out on the sofa and drank coffee and talked for three
hours then went to bed. But that evening we went downstairs to get my mail
from the little box. There was a letter from Jen, so I opened it and shared
it with Dan.

Jennifer announced she submitted the form for transfer into a similar
position in the corporate office in Madrid. She won't know if she got the
position for a month yet, but if she gets the transfer she'll move to Spain
in the next fiscal quarter.

"If she moves to Madrid how often do you think you'll see each other?" Dan
asked.

"I'm not sure; she's married to her damn job. There is a possibility she
might have to bring her mother along too. Maybe once a month, like over the
weekend, Friday to Sunday."

"You get along with her mother?" Dan asked.

"It's her aunt who caused all the trouble between us, not her mom. But I
don't think her mom was a fan of me either. Sometimes people sense my
autism and don't like the vibe they get, like I might suddenly turn into
Jeffrey Dahmer. I'm sure her mother has warned her not to marry that
autistic freak."

Dan asked, "You think she told her mother about the two of you in bed?
That's weird."

"She tells her mother everything because she wants the feedback. Her mom is
sort of like her only moral compass."

I tried to explain what I said earlier about me meeting people but it was
so weird I think he thought I was kidding. "It goes like this: I'm
introduced to someone, I smile and nod and maybe say `nice to meet you' but
some people, maybe five in a hundred look at me and instantly dislike me,
nor can they hide their feelings. I see and know it instantly because it
always looks the same. I've had this my entire life, some people instantly
hate me. I can often tell who it will be because they dress and talk the
same."

Dan said, "You know what part of it might be?"

"No, maybe."

"You never offer to shake hands and never do the standard shallow plastic
exchange because you're from Planet Literal."

"Say what?"

"People these days say, `Hi, how are you?' but they really don't wanna
know. They say it but they don't mean it. You don't say it because you're
literal, you really don't wanna know so you never ask, but to a lot of
people that insincere exchange is extremely important, it means you're one
of them, you're on Team Social Media." He explained it meant that person
took the shots, swallowed the pill, watch the TV shows, you're on the same
team.

"Yah, that might be part of it. I think some of it has to do with my nerdy
face and body shape. Being 35 but looking 17 is another part of me that
bothers some people. I'm 35 but I visually identify as a teenager. You look
like a teen trying to look mid to late 30s and that triggers some people
who watch way too much TV." I was going to say that all the women who hate
me are named Karen but I decided not to say it.



After some quiet time he said, "I don't see why you have that problem, if
they'd just give you a chance, you're a perfectly wonderful guy, I trust
you with my life and you've never let me down."

"Thanks Dan. It means a lot coming from a convicted killer." He flipped me
off! So I pinched his tit hard. We had a good laugh after a brief fake
boxing match on the sofa.

That evening we went to bed around 8:30pm, and did something we never did
before, we spooned naked under the sheet and blanket, and it was very nice
feeling his soft warm flesh pressed against mine. I hope he felt the same
comfort. I made up for pinching his tit by reaching up and rubbing it
gently for a while.

I even felt his junk a couple times but he never stopped me or got hard,
but I did.

----

Thursday.

This was our last full day together, I wanted to make it memorable but
really there isn't that much to do that he'd like other than spend time
with me. We slept late, to around 9am, still naked and sandwiched together
like two little puppies.

After he came back from the bathroom I asked if there was anything he
wanted to do on his last day. He climbed under the blanket and snuggled
against me and put one arm on front of me (he spooned from behind). Then he
said, "Let's do this, and maybe something else."

"Like what?"

"Like what about you make me come like at school."

"You serious?"

"Yup." He said and reached down and adjusted his wiener to a better
position, I felt it against my bare butt.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen and filled my tall plastic cup
with cold water and ice cubes, then peed and set the water near the alarm
clock and got back in bed. This time I got on my back and reached down and
gripped his limp thing and started wiggling it around and he got hard
quickly.

I kicked the sheets down and moved between his legs and rubbed my face on
his stomach and sniffed his belly button and licked it out, it tasted
clean. Next I moved lower and took him in my mouth and with my right hand I
stroked him to a rather rapid orgasm, he came in my mouth. I felt it squirt
twice and hit the back of my mouth. I washed it down with water and went
back to his tummy and rubbed my face all over it and visited his chest and
licked his tits but never sucked on `em. Dan has nice tits but they're hard
to suck on because his chest is flat like a skinny little boy.

We stayed home the rest of the day. I showered him twice and finger washed
his belly button and his butt crack too just in case, his crack was usually
out of bounds. For the first time he stood facing the shower nozzle and
with soapy hands I trespassed between his butt cheeks and rubbed his
rosebud the same as I did his nips. He actually adjusted his feet further
apart so I re-soaped my hands and pressed even harder. For most guys the
harder you massage a rectum the nicer it feels. Then I tried pushing one
finger up inside him so I could massage the inside wall of his rectum
because all humans have a very sensitive spot in there, it allows us to
feel the passage of stool, but when rubbed by a finger is almost as
pleasurable as rubbing the head of your dick. He actually let me do it, I
expected he'd reach back and yank my hand away, but he never stopped me. He
got completely erect from me playing with his ass, it was his first time
feeling that.

An hour after our shower I blew him again, this time mostly by hand and he
came on his stomach. I offered him a taste of his own semen but he politely
declined.

He blurted out something else we probably didn't have in Morocco that he
might not be able to live without: "What about a place that makes Philly
steak sandwiches wit Wiz and onions?"

I laughed and said there are sandwiches here with long crusty rolls like a
submarine roll but beef is less common here and Wiz... probably not, but
they got Provolone here. "You gotta remember- beef here is not as common as
it is in the states, but you might be able to get a steak sandwich made
with sliced goat and melted Swiss." Dan immediately acted like he was about
to barf, I laughed at his show.

----

Around 2:30pm Daniel's boy parts were waking up again, he sat upright in
bed with his back against the headboard and his rod in his right hand. That
image was all the invitation I needed. Moving beside him I reached over and
pushed his hand out of the way and carefully stroked him in a manner that
would be super intense.

Daniel squirmed and lowered his chin down, eyes wide open. I watched his
chest heave as he gasped for more air and beads of sweat appeared on his
forehead. Several times he started to reach for his dick but I batted his
hand away. I tortured him with extreme pleasure and before long he put his
hands on either side of his hips and pushed down, which raised his hips a
little and he started humping my hand as he got close. His dick was bright
red and felt very warm and totally rigid pointing at the ceiling. He tried
to warn me, but I saw his nuts were fully pulled up and he was close to an
intense orgasm.

In the past every time I serviced him he was flat on his back, who knows
what fantasies he had in his brain about who was blowing him. But this was
the first time he closely watched.

One large white glop of semen oozed from his hole then it sprayed semen
like a lawn sprinkler, it everywhere. Next, he shot one long string, it
landed across his chest and tummy then he oozed thick semen which dribbled
down the sides of his dick, across my fingers and collected in the recently
trimmed hairs on his lower belly. He let one huge breath and started to
pant and sweat heavily.

I was on my stomach half on top of his right thigh, his boner firmly held
in my right hand, he displayed a very relaxed broad smile. In that moment
his entire world was his upper body, his boner in my hand, and me. His dick
was in the exact center of the universe which was his upper body, his
boner, and my face and hands. I think something actually clicked in his
brain. It was like something weird happened in that moment, I actually saw
it. I saw what appeared like puff of black smoke emerge from his chest and
vanish in an instant. I can hardly describe it.

He sat there smiling and trying to catch his breath and nearly looked very
stoned, he couldn't take his eyes off his shiny red boner in my hand (my
face just inches away) and sometimes he glanced at me as he breathed
deeply. I looked at his dick and leaned over, slid my fingers down to his
nuts and bent it back to aim towards my mouth. Dan nearly shouted, "Oh no,
don't! It's too sensitive!" I slowly looked at his head and gently leaned
over and carefully took it in my mouth and he clenched every muscle in his
body expecting it to be painfully intense, so much that it hurt. But I
moved slowly and grabbed the last two inches of his dick with my lips,
tongue, and the roof of my mouth and cushioned it perfectly still. I felt
numerous drops of his semen on my face and felt several more land in my
hair.

Dan raised his hands and grabbed clumps of hair on my skull to prevent me
from moving. I held perfectly still as his intensity faded and he started
to relax and let go of my hair. After a few minutes of holding him in my
mouth I slowly slid off the head and licked his entire head all the way
around (and licked up the semen on my fingers) and gently kissed it and
pulled off and showed him my tongue was covered, then I closed my mouth and
swallowed, then showed him my tongue again and smiled.

I leaned forward and kissed his tummy and let go of his dick, but it was
still in the center of the universe. He reached out and caressed the side
of my face and started to talk but he sounded like he was on the verge of
crying. "That was the most semen I made in my life."

"You're welcome." I whispered and moved my hand back to cradle his nuts. He
said it felt like I reached inside him and squeezed semen out, way more
than normal for him. Again, I said "You're welcome."

I saw tears appear in both his eyes, he reached up to wipe them away, and
his dick was still hard and pointing straight up, still the center of the
universe. He sighed and whispered he was speechless. I told him he had a
beautiful dick, he should be proud, and his semen tasted great. He chuckled
and said "You're welcome.''

We had some quiet time; I had my hand around the base of his dick keeping
it aimed straight up, so far he showed no sign of losing his erection. Then
I got out of bed and came back with some paper towels and started wiping-up
the semen on both of us. He used one to try to get it out of my hair and
off my shoulders and upper arms. He carefully wiped the drops off my face
too.

Just as an experiment I saw one drop on his arm so I swiped it up with my
finger and reached up and pushed it inside his mouth and for the first time
he didn't fight me or block my hand. Inside his mouth I felt his tongue
slide across my finger.

"No flavor really, just some salt." I commented and he shrugged his
shoulders and agreed.

By then he was starting to lose his rod, so I rested my head on his thigh,
my nose against his balls, his half limp dick rested against my face. I
closed my eyes and he did the same and we took a little nap together with
his dick still as the center of the universe and we both took a brief nap.

I don't think he'd ever had sex like that before in his life.

----

Let me take a moment and explain why I think that event changed his brain.

All our times in the past he was always flat on his back, his view was
usually the ceiling (or his eyelids) and he never saw the sausage get
made. But that time he sat upright, bent over watching my work. For the
first time he actually saw semen shoot out like a white string in the
air. He watched what I did and how my attention was totally focused on the
last three inches of his dick. And in that short time everyone in the room
was focused mentally on his dick, so it became the center of the
universe. I think it was sort of like briefly being the Pharaoh of Egypt, a
self-proclaimed and adored Man-God. He wore the crown of the upper and
lower Nile for nearly sixty minutes and it actually changed him. Based on
things he told me in the past I believe Daniel is a missionary sex kind of
guy so he probably rarely sees holes (but he talks as if he did more), I
think he's never really watched himself come before. Luckily he got to see
a rather large orgasm. That's my theory.

About 45 minutes later he woke up but didn't move. Then I woke up and
raised my face from his belly and looked at him. Dan said he felt great and
needed to eat and drink something. We discussed food. Then we got out of
bed and got into shorts only and started to make an early supper. We
decided to make sliced roast beef sandwiches on toasted white bread.

While I was smearing mayonnaise on slices of bread he asked me, "If I may
ask, exactly why do you like dick?"

"You really want an answer?" I thought we'd discussed this like a day or
two ago, so here we go again. I got to thinking this was a very non-hetero
topic and wondered why he suddenly wanted to know such a thing, or even
cared.

"Yes, that's why I asked. I want to hear your thoughts."

"Why do I suck dick? Because I enjoy doing it and it feels good. I love the
way a boner tastes and feels in my mouth or against my face. I like the way
it makes guys behave when their most valuable and secret possession is in
my mouth or my hand. I love giving you the intense pleasure of an orgasm
and my reward comes when you produce milk for me and I get to take you
inside my body. When I swallow your semen your essence travels through my
entire body and we become one briefly, I like that. When you let me control
your dick you're handing me your credit card and the keys to your brand new
motorcycle and trusting me to not wreck it, and that says a lot. When your
dick is in my mouth I own you, when you come we become one for a few days."

"What about pre-come and semen in the mouth? What's it like."

"I've tasted semen, most guys taste the same. A couple are bitter, but it
won't kill you, just rinse it down. Imagine a shot of baby food bananas
without the banana flavor. For some people the problem with eating come is
that consistency. You gotta rinse anyway because the sperms will eventually
attack your lips. Rinse it down and they die instantly in the stomach. Let
a guy come in your mouth and you've made a friend for life, it's that
simple. Any guy who comes in your mouth and doesn't become a friend should
be avoided forever." I paused briefly then said that "when someone comes in
my mouth it isn't much of a feeling, it's like having yogurt squirted in
but I barely feel it. There's a temperature change because semen feels
cool. The important thing is knowing the best orgasms in a man's life
happen when he comes in someone's mouth."

I told Dan: "When I come inside Jen my semen disappears, that's the end of
it. But when a guy comes in my mouth I can keep it there for hours and I
actually taste him for maybe half a day after it. When he comes it takes
time and effort, he made it just for me. Nobody knows him that way except
his closest friends, it's extremely personal and intimate. What a man
tastes like is his single biggest secret. All his buddies in the gym get to
see his dick, but only a few special friends know how he tastes. I really
like that. He can change his hair color, his aftershave, and his clothes
but he cannot change the way he tastes. A vagina can clamp down but I can
move my tongue and customize the inside of my mouth to satisfy your dick,
that's why oral sex feels better than vaginal sex."

After some quiet time I got another thought: "You probably already know
this but every person has their own unique crotch odor. It comes from
normal skin bacteria and our sweat and skin. So each person has a unique
crotch scent, which is also a secret know only by his closest of
friends. It's one thing I remember about a man for years after sex, how he
smelled when I pushed my nose into his balls."

I told Daniel a story, something that I hope registered forever in his
brain:

"We've told each other for years now that we loved each other. You've said
it, I've said it. When I let you come in my mouth I'm proving it. What I
did was an act of love because I really do love you. It's my gift and I'm
pretty good at it. You can give a stranger a few bucks, it's totally
insincere. But when you let a man orgasm inside your mouth there's no
faking that, no insincerity."



Dan silently sat beside me briefly then started to sniffle and told me more
of his secrets:

Dan confessed he was fully ready to kill himself one night in prison, his
cellmate was in the hospital and he spent an hour with a razor against the
radial artery in his left wrist telling himself it was the only way out. He
said he'd been thinking about killing himself for weeks and finally got the
chance when his cellmate was gone.

I asked him if he thought about me while he pondered killing himself and
Dan said yes, he did. But the main reason why he wanted to die was to make
his pain stop. He never hit anyone on a bicycle and now he was in prison
because some lawyer had to prove he could do his job, even if it meant
convicting the wrong person. He said he was so full of anger and depression
but he had only himself to punish, if he sliced the artery all the pain
would end. Dan looked at me and mumbled that he truly hated himself and
hated being alive. He said with one lucky deep slice of the razor he'd get
under the blanket and let the blood pool around his body in the dark and
nobody would know until he didn't get up in the morning.

As he spoke about his worst night in prison I felt a sudden wave of sadness
and put my hand over my mouth to hide my reaction, I was on the verge of
sobbing but I fought it back and kept it inside. Dan's entire voice changed
and got really dark and serious, I knew he wasn't telling a story, it
really happened. I gasped for air several times as I fought to keep from
crying.

Then something really weird happened and his entire face suddenly changed
and he started to talk again. "This thing we just did, I feel twenty pounds
lighter, like my heart is full of love and everything is at peace. I
haven't felt that since Liz and I were together, I never thought I could
feel such happiness and love with another man. My entire body suddenly
feels calm inside, it's really weird.

Then he sort of laughed and told me he had no idea what he was trying to
say other than something changed inside him tonight and he had a lot of
thinking to do, and he appreciated the time we spent together, it was very
important to him. Then he told me I might have saved his life.

So I said, "Does this mean on your next trip to Morocco you'll wanna spend
the entire time with your boner in the middle of everythin?"

He chuckled and said, "Maybe. Hell, I've no clue what I'm sayin." Then he
laughed. I think what changed in him tonight was a huge chunk of anger over
his false conviction finally left his soul. I practically saw it leave his
body, like a dark entity flew away into the ether.

I turned out the lights and got back in bed, Dan rolled over and gently
kissed me on the mouth, and then he went to sleep.

Eventually I fell asleep too. My alarm clock was set for three hours before
his flight departed Tangier. Before I fell asleep one thought entered my
mind that the amount of affection Dan had for me probably grew stronger
tonight. I may have gone from best friend to someone he truly loved. The
test will be to see how that love translates through his hetero firewall.

The hard part was going to be that our love for each other had nothing to
do with sex. It's hard to keep the two apart.

----

In the morning I cooked him a dish I've seen served in Old Tangier to
tourists, it's sort of like an omelet. You dice a boiled potato into small
cubes then mix those in a small fry pan with diced onion and three eggs and
pan fry it like a thick pancake. You serve it on a plate after smearing the
top with catsup and mayo, salt, pepper, coriander, and maybe some chopped
chives or parsley. Some places mix in diced red bell peppers too. He said
it was very filling; he could only eat half, so I ate the other half.

We took a red taxi to the airport, Dan seemed unusually quiet as he blankly
stared out the window. We shook hands when he got in the security line, I
turned around and walked back outside and took the bus to my office and
spent the rest of the day in the little embassy. I spent time seated close
to my desk with one hand on my dick outside my pants, I think after his
visit I was about ten orgasms behind. I could not get the images of Dan out
of my head all day. The ones I saw the most where him sitting-up in bed
while I was between his legs, and his boner was about halfway between my
nose and his chest for hours. We spent hours like that and it really
changed him.

His visit went much better than I expected. He did not get the quiet time
he said he wanted. But the surroundings here are very different from
Houston Texas. Time will tell. And the subject of my dick and my desires
was never mentioned, I guess he thought that his dick in my mouth was my
reward, my payment, my share of the fun. I'm guessing the most I might hope
for some day was that he wanked me right after he came in my mouth, and I
didn't have to ask or remind him.

That evening on the sofa (in the dark) listening to the sounds outside my
window I got to thinking about Dan again and finally realized he didn't
come here to see Tangier, he came here to see me, spend time with me. All
that talk about quiet and going fishing for a couple years was bullshit, he
spent all that money and time to see me. I guess I never thought he'd ever
do something like that. It really boosted my sense of self worth knowing
two people loved me that much. Too bad neither of them lives on this side
of the planet!

But perhaps it's a good thing neither of them is closer than 5000 miles
away!

It took a long time for those mental images of him and me in bed to fade
away. I think if I was a girl he might have asked me to marry him that day.

Later that day after he left I wanked in bed with mental images of his dick
and nipples and came twice. My fantasy was that he begged me to come on him
so I got on my knees beside his hip and wanked over him and spurt across
his stomach and chest.

----

Soon after Dan flew back to the States I happened to find an interesting
article that explained in plain English how testicles worked. It said our
testicles normally hung at different heights. It said each one has two
chambers. The lower chamber was where sperms were built and DNA
added. After they're built they move to the upper part where they finish
maturing into healthy little tadpoles. They stay there until they are
pumped to the Prostate gland. But if you don't use them soon they are
broken down and the contents recycled and used to build more new tadpoles.

When you have an orgasm there are tiny muscles in your sack that lift your
nuts upward and in doing so the tadpoles are pumped into the prostate,
which is one of the things we feel during an orgasm. The sperms are pumped
into the prostate where the cream is made and mixed with the tadpoles and
squirted into the same tube as your pee and spits out the end of your dick.

When you look at all the tiny mechanisms in your nut sack and your
testicles it makes me wonder why people put rubber bands around their nuts,
they should be treated with great care, not tied up like a bad dog in the
back yard.



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