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All I could think about is those tits on Yolanda, so I wasn’t expecting to get much done. But, I went up to the stable anyway, crawled up to the loft where all the wiring boxes were in the loft, and proceeded to start tracking down the conduit that had been installed up in the rafters. It was going to take forever. The stable must have been built 100 years ago, long before anybody ever expected to be running phone cables!
Suddenly, I heard the front stable door slide open, then closed again. Somebody was in the stable and I was about to call out, but instead just looked over the railing. I instantly knew it was that disgusting illiterate hillbilly Eddie just from those skinny arms and that greasy straggly hair. For some reason, I just kept quiet instead of announcing my presence. He thought he was alone, I didn’t want to scare the shit out of him by yelling down.
He was just standing there! What was he doing? He had his back to me, so I couldn’t see his face, and fortunately he couldn’t see me up in the loft either. Then, he reached down and pulled his shirt off, kicked off both of his work boots and I heard him undoing his belt. Wow, now I definitely wasn’t saying anything! He had a tougher time with his underwear and then I realized he had on a jockstrap that was old and filthy. He finally wriggled out of it and threw on the floor. In no time he was standing in the filtered sunlight totally naked with his bony ass and back facing me and I suddenly realized he was jerking off!
I almost laughed out loud! But, I did my best to keep quiet. I guess I wasn’t the only one impressed by Yolanda’s tits! All I could see was his ass jerking from behind, but wow, he was really going at it. I stood up there staring down for at least a couple of minutes and expected it to be over at any moment considering how intense he was getting.
I was in a crouching position that was really awkward. Slowly I put one leg behind me, got my hands down on the floor and tried to get to a position where I could hang my head just slightly over the edge and watch when suddenly my foot hit one of the rafters behind me and made a distinct thumping noise. Shit! Now it would really look awful if he saw me up here, but instead he walked barefoot over to the stable door and looked through the crack. Sounds in the stable echoed so much maybe it wasn’t obviously from above.
I was as quiet as a mouse, and I could see him clearly from behind, looking through the crack of the door. A minute or two of silence passed, then he turned around and walked back toward where he had been standing.
My heart rate must have doubled the instant he turned around. I almost went into shock. Even in the shadowy light I could see the collossal genitalia that swayed ponderously as he walked slowly across the floor. By the time he was standing with his back to me, I was trying everything I could do to avoid having my rapid breathing give me away. I only had a glimpse of it, but that was enough to send my brain into a tailspin thinking about what I had just seen.
Then, he turned slightly, and sat down on one of the hay bales, leaning back, his legs spread wide, and the reflected sunlight on the wall giving me the best possible view I could imagine, looking straight down at him.
Eddie wasn’t merely well-hung. In fact, I have known quite a few well-hung guys. What I saw below me bordered on the grotesque, an almost indescribable mutant organ. He had his legs spread wide and had his cock laying between his legs extending almost to the edge of the hay bale, fully 2/3 of the distance to his knees. His impossibly large testicles barely fit between his legs, the base of his penis arching awkwardly above them. Even though his cock hardly appeared erect, it’s thick, corpulent trunk canlı bahis was far too large for Eddie’s hand to encircle. At the far end, the bulbous end looked at least twice the diameter of the shaft, with a wrinkled dark brown mass of twisted fleshy foreskin covering what certainly must have been a cockhead the size of a mango.
He was even dirtier than I realised and I could smell his body door from way up high in the loft where I was kneeling. He had the hairiest underarms I ever saw. It was so hot in the barn, and there were dirty rivers of sweat flowing down his sides and along his arm. His legs glistened with sweat, and it poured down his thighs and calves until drops flowed around his ankles. His feet had to be the biggest I ever saw. I mean really big, almost preposterous, hairy almost like a hobbit with veins and caked on dirt from walking around the stable.
Breathing as quietly as I could, my eyes were fixed between his legs both hands began kneading the flesh of his elephantine appendage. His pubic hair was black and thickly matted and though it thinned out a bit, tufts of hair grew even up along the shaft and even the foreskin. His left hand was low down on the shaft, working the skin slowly upward and downward. The other hand was further up, cradling and manipulating the much wider end where the dark flesh of his huge foreskin still was bunched up into a thick blackish-brown muzzle of wrinkled twisted skin and tangled black pubic hair, more obvious and prominent near the head. Under all that heavy skin there was certainly a cockhead of terrifying proportions. It was if he was working both the upper and lower parts of his penis independently, offering each just the kind of stimulation needed. Neither hand could do more than form a semicircle around the swelling weapon.
Eddie moaned and spread his long skinny legs even wider and hoisted his cock upward. Finally I saw the thick wrinkled foreskin begin to stretch apart slowly at first, then faster and faster until the skin suddenly separated revealing a viscous webbing of sticky discharge. His cock began expanding and growing faster than I imagined possible. The wrinkled fleshy mass of foreskin began spreading open obscenly like the ghastly hair-encircled mouth of some vile alien worm, it’s dark ridges of flesh stretching and unfurling revealing even more gluey snot-like excretions trapped down in the deep folds of leathery skin. Within minutes I saw the slimy tip of the enormous glans begin to emerge, the urethral vent gaping so wide that I could see it clearly even from my high perch in the stable.
Steadily as his cock swelled larger, the foreskin stretched and rolled back like a tarp exposing more and more of the menacing head. I couldn’t stop staring right at it. Eddie gripped the broad midsection as best he could, then moved both hands upward awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, then pulled the foreskin way back like he was pulling the sleeves up on a heavy sweater. The leathery sheath crawled backward leaving a stringy web of mucus, and finally Eddie’s evil-looking cockhead was in full view. It’s sheer proportions astounded me. The head was like nothing I even imagined possible, larger than I had even guessed. It had to have been bigger than an eggplant and still swelling even larger as his penis continued to grow harder. His bony hands slowly moved into position and both hands began slowly stroking the beast in opposite directions, his right hand pulling upward and stimulating the head, the other hand pushing downward around the broad trunk.
I was so preoccupied watching him handle the mammoth organ that it took until now until I realised that his testicles were also of shocking proportions, looking almost like grapefruits so large that he could barely fit them between his bahis siteleri legs and spread his legs wide to allow them room to lay on the hay bales. They had an obvious egg-like shape, but must easily have been 3 or 4 inches in diameter, and even from my high perch the ugly network of giant purple veins appear to snake over them like purple netting, covering their surface almost.
My whole body was shaking nervously as I watched from above. Fully hard, Eddie’s penis was unspeakably ugly, dwarfing his huge hands as they slid slowly up and down across the sprawling network of prominent purple veins that pumped blood up to the horrible glans. But, as shocking as it was, it got worse. Within minutes Eddie started stroking in a decidedly more urgent manner. One hand stroked quickly against the underside of the heavy beast and then, pausing, Eddie’s other hand cradled the giant head. A few seconds later I saw the monstrous cock twitch violently and vomit out a thick translucent mucous-yellow discharge that almost filled the palm of Eddie’s hand.
What I thought at first might be cum, it turned out to be only the precursor to an endless series of such gelatinous discharges, each more plentiful than the next. It wasn’t long before his entire cock, his hands, and inner thighs were glazed with sticky secretions as he slid his hands up and down along the heavily-veined hide of the python-thick monster.
It was beyond my imagination how any human body could support the sheer size of such an organ, but there it was just a few feet below me, almost making Eddie’s hands look tiny as I could see him struggling just to keep a grip on it. It’s disproportionately large diameter couldn’t disguise it’s obvious length. As Eddie stroked, he pushed his cock downward and there was no question the head extended nearly the distance to his bony knees. Good god, I thought, it must weigh ten pounds! I had never seen anything so shocking in my life.
I stared almost motionlessly. So many times he seemed close to orgasm, but then paused, making almost a painful sound before continuing his slow steady strokes. But, there was some climax building, I could tell. Eddie was increasingly moaning, his cock appearing to grow even harder as the veins now protruded like a ribbing of purple cables spreading out in jagged networks all over the shiny skin. Soon, with each long stroke a wad of thick nasty slime almost flowed from the now-gaping mouth of Eddie’s grotestque organ. His bony legs tensed and his toes curled and stretched out in front of him.
He slowed. His strokes were more deliberate and his body in a constant state of tension. He held his cock firmly with both hands almost as if he had to keep it from getting away. My eyes were fixed on the enormous ugly head. For a moment, Eddie was barely moving.
Then, even from above, the head of his cock suddenly swelled and the already widespread hole seemed to stretch to twice its gaping width. A second later an astounding quantity of semen erupted in a pure white worm two feet long and as thick as my finger. It heaved in a rope-like arc almost as if in slow motion, hanging in midair before it plummeted to the ground with a loud, wet disgusting sound. The pool of sperm on the concrete floor was enormous, and a viscid cord still stretched upward to Eddie’s cockhead, swinging obscenely to and fro like a jumprope as Eddie continued to stroke his cock slowly.
Every muscle in his body was like iron, his toes curling, and his hands gripping his cock almost in agony. I was still stunned at the enormous quantity of cum pooled on the floor below me. I kept staring at it in shock, the cum glistening in the sunlight, so white and thick it looked like curdled cream, strands still hanging down from Eddie’s monstrous cock bahis şirketleri head, and obviously still tense from his huge orgasm as he grunted with sounds that filled the stable. A few more stringy blobs of cum surged out his cockhole and I stared straight at his inhuman-looking cock when all of a sudden a powerful column of semen erupted with such force that it hurled straight across the two hay bales in front of him and landed in with a slap against the dirty floor!
There had to be twice as much sperm as there was in the first blast, but before I even could catch my breath, another voluminous white sperm worm soared into the air. And another. And another. And another! My god, I thought, almost lightheaded and feeling faint—his orgasm is just starting!! Each eruption was more powerful than the last! I gasped for breath as I watched him hold his cock tightly, aiming it almost straight into the air, as more and more of the most horrific spews of sperm shot straight up into the sunlight and rained down on his arms and legs and the floor, creating white saggy webbings between his thighs and all over his legs.
Every time I thought his orgasm was subsiding, another spasm would send a massive sperm rope into the air until I gave up counting. There had to have been 20 or more astounding spews of hot white cum, and even after they started to subside, sperm was still arcing out of his cock as he tried to control it, cascading down over his wrists onto his balls and thighs. The original pool of cum that had so astounded me looked like nothing compared to the long rivers and figure-8s and circles of sperm all over the floor and his body.
I just knelt up in the rafters, as still as I could, in total shock. Each ejaculation must have had 3 or 4 times the amount of normal man’s entire orgasm, it was almost unreal seeing the amount of cum. The entire stable was filled with the strongest stink I ever smelled, and semen was still flowing down the shaft of his cock onto his balls, still flowing slowly from the still-hard head.
I tried to stay quiet. He stood up and was still jerking his cock, letting it get softer as sperm still dripped out onto the floor. He stood up, not even caring that he stepped right in his own sperm, pulled on his jeans without even cleaning himself off! Then he went out the door.
After he left, I crawled down the later and walked over to the hay bale where he was sitting. I just looked down in disbelief, not even wanting to go near the hay bale he was sitting on, the smell so potent and harsh that just inhaling was making my nose sting from the caustic intensity of smells filling the air. The hay bale opposite the one he sat on was criss-crossed with slimy pure-white mucus-thick worms of sperm, not even beginning to soak into the hay. Several enormous ropes hung down the sides of the hay bale, gathering slowly into white globs that crawled down along the side of the hay bale like enormous slugs gathering more and more cum as it slithered down from the edges above.
As I walked closer, drawn to touch it with my fingers, I suddenly looked down with shock at the enormous white pools of dense white gelatinous sperm on the dirty floor, some of it slowly oozing into little depressions formed by his footprints in the dirt. I couldn’t hold back my curiosity, but when ran my fingers through the sperm on the hay bale, it was still warm, and almost made me recoil, looking almost like chewing gum between my fingers it was so thick.
Yet, I just couldn’t help standing there masturbating, his sticky cum smearing all over my cock, until I came. I almost felt humiliated at the tiny amount of cum that came from my cock as I stood there watching sperm slowly gathering in the shape of his footprint as it flowed from one puddle to the other on the floor.
I pulled up my pants and walked to the door of the stable, looking outside to see if anybody was there, and wondering how I would ever even face Eddie again over the coming weeks.
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