After the Workout

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After a good workout at the "Y," I went down to the showers. While 
I was washing off, I noticed this young kid, couldn't have been 
much more than eighteen, giving me the eye. He wasn't bad, a little 
overweight, but otherwise not bad. He was in boxer shorts, so I 
couldn't see anything down below. I thought it over. It was two 
o'clock Saturday afternoon. I had a date at eight with Holly, but 
she wasn't ready to come across yet. Good, this way, with my balls 
drained it would be easy to be the perfect gentleman. I smiled at 
the kid. He smiled back. "Let's go to my place." "OK." He was 
eyeing me up and down so hard I told him to cool it, I lived 
nearby. He was very submissive. When we got to my door he lowered 
his eyes and asked "May I come in?" Inside, I told him I had to 
drink a quart of water so I wouldn't be dehydrated from my workout. 
He followed me into the kitchen, smiling submissively, keeping his 
hands in sight. He didn't want anything to drink, so I drank the 
whole quart right out of the bottle. "My name's Steve. What's 
yours?" I asked. "Manny," he replied. We went to the bedroom. This 
was the early 70's, so there weren't any worries about AIDS. We 
both stripped down and got into my waterbed. He liked the mirrors 
on the walls and ceiling. I saw that his dick was tiny - already 
hard, it couldn't have been more than 3 - 3.5 inches. He had sparse 
black pubic hair and a regular sized sac. He was eager to go and 
put his face down to my crotch as I lay back. Running his tongue 
slowly around my large balls, he stopped and gave me a loving look. 
Then he ran his tongue up the crack between my sac and right thigh. 
I got hard immediately. He tongued the left crack and then kissed 
and licked up my shaft all around up to the glans. Then he started 
licking and kissing the head. He took his time, gently holding my 
balls all the while and looking up at me lovingly every now and 
then. Finally he took my dick deep in his mouth, its head butting 
against the soft tissues in the back. Manny was obviously well 
trained and very experienced. I never felt any teeth as he worked 
his head up and down, eagerly working to empty my balls. I held off 
for a long time, but he worked relentlessly until my come jetted 
into his mouth. He accepted it gladly, swallowing quickly, 
continuing to suck my now sensitive cock head until I went soft and 
he knew there was no more juice coming. Afterwards he kissed my 
balls and stomach, then lay back. Coyly, he said "Steve, don't tell 
me you can only come once." "Manny, I need a little rest, but I can 
come again." With that, I started to feel his dick and balls. I was 
surprised. His balls were so tiny they felt like rounded ends on 
his cords. I didn't want to say anything about his tiny balls, it 
might get him upset, so I went down on him and took his whole set 
into my mouth - prick, sac and balls, everything. I used my tongue 
gently and later vigorously on everything he had. My wetted finger 
went up his ass, where I found his prostate and massaged it. I 
worked a long time, but he didn't come. "It's OK Steve. It feels 
beautiful, but I have to jerk off to get it out." I sat back and 
watched him grip his dick and roughly beat it off. He kept on for 
nearly twenty minutes, then sighed as a few drops of perfectly 
clear fluid poured out of his dickhead. We rested awhile, then 
started to hug and kiss. I was ready again. Manny sucked my dick to 
wet it, kissed me longingly and turned his butt toward me. I worked 
my way up his ass slowly. He got hard again, and I grabbed and 
pinched his nipples as I fucked him. His ass was fairly tight and 
he knew all the right moves. I lunged into him, and he tightened 
his ass so I couldn't get out. Then he moved all around, vibrating 
his butt until I screamed in release, pumping my second load into 
him. Manny asked if he could go to the bathroom. He came back with 
a wet washcloth and a towel. He carefully washed off my soiled 
dick, giving it a kiss when he was done. He looked at me 
questioningly. "Manny," I said, "I'm still not done." He laughed 
and we went back to hugging and kissing. He went down on me after I 
got hard again and proceeded to suck as if his life depended on it. 
He put two fingers up my ass to massage my prostate and joggled my 
balls the whole time he was sucking away. When I felt myself nearly 
ready to discharge, he would hold back and stop until I told him to 
start again. After some time of that sort of play, my cock was so 
ragingly hard, I thought it was near bursting. In his finale, Manny 
sucked, massaged my prostate, and played with my balls until I 
screamed "Oh, Manny, this is like heaven!" and pumped out my load. 
Afterwards, we lay there, holding each other. "Did you always have 
such tiny balls?" I asked. He looked at me. "No, Steve. I used to 
have fairly large balls." "Really? Did you take steroids?" "No. 
about six months ago I went to an S&M party with this guy I knew. 
We all got high, then two of them sat on me to hold me down. They 
put this clamp on my ball cords for a couple of minutes, first on 
the left, then on the right. It hurt so bad, I passed out. The pain 
went away after a while. They all took turns fucking me after that. 
They whipped my ass and put some kind of hot pepper spray on my 
dick and balls so they burned like hell. Then they tied me up and 
whipped me until I pissed and shit myself. They told me that my 
balls would go away in a couple of months. They hosed me off and 
kicked me out, they were laughing so hard. They thought it was 
really funny." "Wow, Manny! Did you ever go back to one of their 
parties?" "No. Once was enough. I figured next time they might kill 
me or something and I didn't want that." Manny and I kissed briefly 
and I let him out. "See you at the Y," he said in parting.
I took a long shower and dressed for my date with Holly. It went 
well. I was the perfect gentleman - she could have taken off all 
her clothes and I'd have said "Let's wait until we know each other 
a little better." On our third date a few days later, I actually 
enjoyed putting my load up a pussy for a change. 
I didn't see Manny at the Y for a couple of months, then we ran 
into each other on the street. It was too bad, because he had 
gotten so fat that I didn't want him anymore. He had grown large 
tits and walked with a pronounced waddle. We talked for a while, 
then I made an excuse to get away from him, he was so gross.
After Manny, I concentrated exclusively on girls, especially after 
word got out about AIDS.
Manny disappeared from the neighborhood shortly after our meeting. 
I saw him one last time in 1983 when I was visiting an injured 
friend at Bellevue hospital. Manny was gaunt and gray skinned with 
those black Kaposi's patches on his face and neck. He was shaking 
so badly that an attendant had to hold him up so that he could 
slowly shuffle along in his hospital gown. I walked over and said 
hello, but when he looked at me there was no hint of recognition in 
his eyes. The attendant shook his head at me and said "Come on now, 
Manny, you don't have far to go." Manny disappeared around the 
corner with the attendant. I hope that when he got where he was 
finally going it was a lot better place.