My New Bong

Once I get home I take off my sandals and pants. Oh I so love my cock and balls. Stephanie wasn't the first to ask me if I intended on having bottom surgery and she probably won't be the last. As I tell everyone who asks. I love my cock too much to have it removed. I love getting it sucked and I love fucking both women and men. With men I love fucking them in the ass and getting fucked in return.

As for my nuts? What can I say, I love those too. I love shooting out the semen that my testicles make. I love playing with my balls and the way people play with them. Back home in Bangkok a tourist couple once took a feather and took turns tickling my scrotum. In fact the only thing I don't like about my balls is how bad it hurts to get hit in them. And they've been hit alot. From all the times my sister wracked me to all the other times I've had them hit or squeezed I can say with quite a bit of honesty that I hate ballbusters.

I look down and shake my hips. Above everything else I love how my genitals look. So I walk to my room half naked to get my weed. Time to take the first hits from my new bong. I fill it with the right amount of water and put my weed in.

Ah those first inaugural hits from a new bong ...there's nothing like it. I take toke after toke until I'm so stoned I fall asleep.

Time to sleep and dream.