Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 20:36:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Randy Daddy Subject: Cock Sock The following is completely true in its entirety. I hope you enjoy. I know I did. Cock Sock I found a sock. I was folding the laundry, and was just about finished when I came across a lonely sock. It wasn't mine, and I was pretty sure it didn't belong to my partner. I was also pretty sure that it didn't belong to my 13 year old son. I concluded that it must have been left behind by someone in either the washer or dryer, and had become wrapped up in my laundry. I made to throw the lonely sock away, and paused for a moment. It was a nice sock. It was mainly a white ankle sock with gray toes and heel. The "Starter" logo was on the ankle cuff. It looked to be fairly new. It was still pearly white, and was thick and soft, unlike my own threadbare socks. It also struck me that it was approximately six inches long. "That's convenient," I thought to myself. "My cock's six inches long too." I pocketed it. I'm a 36 year old gay married father of three. I've put on some weight since high school, but I'm told it looks good on me. I'm just under six feet tall, and have very short light brown hair with green eyes. I guess I'm what some people consider a 'bear,' as I'm completely covered in hair. My partner and I keep different hours, so I go to bed several hours before he does most nights. That night I went to the bedroom and closed the door, knowing that I would not be interrupted. It was warm and pleasant, so I didn't bother to close the windows and pull the curtains. I killed the light, and the room was bathed in moonlight. Tonight was the full moon. Maybe that's what posessed me. I have a pretty good sex life. My partner and I regularly engage in sexual contact, and my masturbation habits have waned a bit as I've gotten older. But for whatever reason, tonight I was so horny, and I wasn't in the mood to have sex, so I decided to practice a little bit of self love. I peeled my clothes off, and took the lonely sock out of the pocket of my shorts. When I was completely naked, with my cock swinging heavily between my legs, I crawled up on the bed, and lay down on it spread eagle. The corner of our home has floor to ceiling windows, and the moonlight was so brilliant that it completely illuminated my body, so that anyone who might have been outside would be able to clearly see what I was doing. My cock gave an extra throb just thinking about it. I started rubbing my body, spending a few moments on my nipples, which were hard as nails. I was way too horny, though, to spend much time there, and pretty quickly both of my hands were involved in activities at my crotch. With my left hand, I was pinching the head of my cock with my thumb and index finger and rubbing them together, tweaking my fat knob. My right hand was busy feeling up my balls and rolling them around in my palm. It took about thirty seconds for me to achieve full erection. We're talking FULL erection here... my cock was so swollen that it was almost painful. I was harder than I'd ever remembered being. I brought my left hand down and wrapped it around the base of my cock, gave a good squeeze, and watched by moonlight as a huge drop of precum welled up in my piss slit, and spilled over the edge of my cock, running down the helmet head and dripping down onto the shaft, reflecting the moonlight in it's clear liquid. I moved my left hand up and down the shaft of my cock, avoiding the head completely. I was afraid if I even touched it, I would explode. With my right hand, I created an 'O' with my thumb and index finger and wrapped it around the base of my ballsack, wrapping my remaining fingers around my nuts, continuing to knead them slightly. I squeezed my thumb and index finger together, pulling my balls down in my sack, choking them, pulling them away from my body where they had been creeping as my impending orgasm drew nearer. The skin of my sack grew taught, all wrinkles gone as my balls were being forced down and stretching it to the limit. With my left hand, I squeezed my cock a little tighter, and another large drop of precum issued from the small hole at the end of my dick. I let go of my nuts, and scooped this gem off the head of my dick, shuddering as my fingertip made the slightest contact with my cockhead, and brought it toward my mouth. In the moonlight, a long stream of precum glistened between my finger and piss slit. I had almost gotten my hand all the way to my mouth before the strand broke. I put my finger in my mouth, and savored the taste of my own precum. "I love my cock," I thought to myself. And I do. I absolutely love having a cock. I love the feelings it gives me, I love to watch it go from a limp 3" of wrinkly skin to six solid inches of hard cock, I love watching my jizz fly out of the end of it, I love how it throbs with my every heartbeat. I'm struck for a moment as to what a shame it is that my daughters will never get to enjoy having a cock, and also wondering if my son has yet discovered the joys of playing with himself. I begin to relive my first time... I am twelve, and babysitting. The kid was down for a nap, and I was snooping. I found a video... Debbie Does Dallas. I watched it. I was hooked. I hardly paid attention to the women in the film at all, but I was transfixed by every cock that came on screen, and was absolutely enthralled by the way they would squirt out white milk while making the guy feel so good! I'd gotten boners before, but had always just kinda ignored them. Now, watching these men get theirs good and huge, and shoot huge loads of white stuff out of them... I had to try. Later that night, once I'd gotten home, I went to the bathroom, the only room in the house with a lock on it, and began beating my meat. It happened so quickly, I barely had time to enjoy it, or even realize that it was about to happen. The cum just flew out of my cock, pulse after pulse. The first couple of bursts flew about four feet from where I was kneeled down on the bathroom floor. Two, three, four times it shot, each glob of goo landing a little closer than the last. It got to be so intense that I let go of myself. Even once I'd stopped touching it, it still continued to throb, and the white stuff was just pouring out of it now, running down my cock, getting clogged up in my tiny patch of pubes. That was the first of what would become an obsession with jerking off. As a teenager, I made it my mission to cum in every room of the house. Once that was completed, I started jerking off in more places. At a graveyard, out at the lake in the water, in school under my desk, in the movie theater with strangers on either side of me, in the doctor's office... Wherever I felt the urge, I'd pull it out and spank it. I could feel my orgasm building up big, and I knew that I was only moments from the big finish. I took the sock and pulled it over the head of my cock. It was soft and warm from being under my leg on the bed. I again grabbed the head of my prick through the end of the sock between my index finger and thumb. I've learned, since being a kid, how to prolong my orgasms and really enjoy them. And that's exactly what I did. I gave it a tweak. My whole body jumped involuntarily. My cock longed for contact, it ached to be touched, to cling to something that it could blow its load on. I gave it another slight squeeze, and again lifted my ass up off the bed in intense pleasure. "Fuck it," I thought to myself. I couldn't edge it any further. I needed to cum. I grabbed the sock and moved it up, down, up and down once more, my cockhead buried in the toe of the sock, and started to blow. I couldn't help letting out a loud bellow as my balls drained themselves, out through my cockhead and into the lonely sock. I continued to pump jizz out the tip of my dick for almost thirty full seconds. It was one of the best orgasms of my life. I now keep the sock with me, in my pocket. Whenever I get the urge, which is quite often lately, I pull out my cock, and jack it til I'm about to blow, then catch all my cum in the sock. The thing is so stained now, and the inside of it so encrusted with dried cum that I can't pull it over my cock anymore comfortably. It's too scratchy. And I kinda like that the thing has gotten all spunked up and smelly. I fantasize of rolling it up and using it as a gag, or trying to post it on ebay. I can see it now: "Athletic sock stained with dozens of cumloads." How much do you think I'd get for that? Questions? Comments? Pictures of what you were doing while reading my story? Catch me at dthe32yoboy@yahoo.com.