I believe I’ve pulled ahead in the category of technique. I have a nice, even stroke, but one that varies, if you know what I mean. Fast to slow, tip only to base only, pauses to keep myself in the come-petition.
And although I am quite adept at spanking the proverbial monkey (9.7 score out of 10 so far), I’m shooting more for the title of longest wankings between orgasms. I’ve managed to pound out three smoothies with times of 5:43, 7:16 and — yes — 12:56.
Obviously we are on our break or I wouldn’t be typing this, now, would I? But as on pornographic movie sets, we have what are called fluffies, young women who devote their time to keeping contestants’ cocks cooking. My fluffy’s name is Bubbles, yes, because of the way she blows.
Oh, I see we’re about to head back to the wanking arena, so I will provide a poem as Lex promised you I would. I hope you consider it appropriate and worthwhile (and meant for all the terrific twats out there for whom I yearn). I hope to return later today to complete my turn here.
I woke with an erection,
a boner meant for you,
I gave it an inspection,
and stroked a little, too.
The head was soft as satin,
the shaft as hard as stone,
the stroking made it fatten,
and made me start to moan.
I pictured you above me,
your breasts a dangling prize,
I needed you to love me,
I longed to hear your sighs.
My cock grew thick and thicker,
its head a roaring flame,
my hand grew quick and quicker,
I shouted out your name.
My hips began their surging,
Your visage filled my head,
my prick required no urging
to fill my hand instead.
My penis jerked and spouted, I left the world and flew, I looked below and shouted, “My God, look at that goo!”
See you all later, you sick, twisted, sweet, glamorous, slick, tasty, tongue-tying, torturous beauties of the night.
Oh, oh, ooooooh, I’m … I’m … I’m coming back, now with both hands free to speak my mind, what is left of it:
First, Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there. Brady S. Sutton hopes each and every one of you who is capable had the best, most intense, most explosive, most body-knotting you-know-what since God gave women those special parts
And to Sir-in-ya: According to your very recent e-mail, on Mother’s Day you took a long bath. Well, we (and I guess that means “I”) hope you took advantage of that long bath with some extracurricular activities. You know those toys now come in waterproof. Or should I say users now can come with waterproof toys. And certain books are sure to bring the stream to your underground river. Reading about lips that wrap around rock-hard forms, rock-hard forms that glide between smooth, welcoming walls, feeling their way in the dark for the very farthest depths of the ever-expanding passage. Words that flow across the page like the sweetest juices, and fingers that abandon pages to seek out their own delicious brew. Books that fall, now closed, as one’s mind creates one’s own story of lips chewed, of breasts fondled, of nipples squeezed and pinched and nibbled, and of feasts between thighs that end with a dessert of delirium.
Again, Happy Mother’s Day
Brady S. Sutton, scribbler of smut and lover of dazzling tails
May 10th, 2009 at 10:50 pm
I am so completely overcome with giggles now. Sexy giggles, but giggles nonetheless. You are made of awesome, Brady. Wait til Deb reads this.
May 13th, 2009 at 4:29 pm
I am so sorry for the delay…but it seems Brady know how to keep himself occupied while he has, um, time on his hands.First of all, come on, Brady, 12:56??? Four seconds, F O U R seconds and it would have been 13 minutes. Damn!! I’d be soooo interested in seeing that video. Yes sir. But, fluffy’s and Bubbles???? I want to know more about this. Awesome poem btw. Gosh, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I just lust you.