1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 11


    Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    snaps on it, apparently the last vestige of his whole BDSM costume, one part forming a cock ring around the base of his big cock while the other formed a figure-eight around his testicles, constricting, lifting, and separating them so that each egg-sized nut stood prominently out to the side – which explained why his fat balls had been so very evident through his pants! He did a little bump and grind, causing his big, thick cock to flop up and down and his balls to bobble around, getting hysterical laughter and cheers from the wives and girlfriends, who were obviously enjoying the show, and reaffirming my conviction that the man was a shameless exhibitionist. He was a little chunky – and a little pale, smooth, and barrel-shaped - to ever make it as a male stripper, but he had the sexual equipment for it, and proceeded to put on a show that the ladies seemed to be enjoying, his total lack of shame or embarrassment giving them carte blanche to hoot and holler and stare to their hearts content. It was amusing, and even us guys found ourselves laughing along. This was the crazy, irrepressible Charlie that the women were so fond of, the one that had the wild, self-deprecating sense of humor that allowed him to be the butt of his own jokes for the enjoyment of others. The only problem he had with the ladies was that a little bit of this iteration of Charlie went a long way, but he, unfortunately, was like this most of the time! It was Karen – or “DDiamond” – that finally slowed him ...
    down a bit, telling him to stop clowning around and to be sure to take off his “cock harness” (her name for it) before getting into the water. He carefully unsnapped and unwound the leather straps from around his equipment, wincing and rubbing himself as he finally freed his testicles. I tried to decide whether he was just oblivious to a bunch of people he knew and worked with – and their spouses - watching him fondle himself, or if he might actually be enjoying having an audience; I settled on the latter. Once freed, and circulation to his genitalia apparently restored, he stood straight and did a little twirl, I assume for our viewing pleasure once again. “Look at that! Smooth as a baby’s behind – am I beautiful or what?!” He couldn’t quite ignore the whistles and jeers. “Hey, a little appreciation here! I had to drive clear to Denver to get this done, a little place on North Federal, ‘cause nobody around here wanted to tackle this big, gorgeous, hairy bod’!” He laughed, most of us laughing too, whether with or at him I can’t really say. He went on, “Get this! The little old Korean lady that did me asked if I wanted a happy ending for an extra twenty-five bucks! She must’a been damn near sixty, maybe sixty-five! I told her that if she’d just finish tearing the last of the hair off my balls and go back to her dungeon, that’d be a happy enough ending for me! Hell, it wasn’t my fault I had wood half the time she was fondling me!” He was being so utterly, outrageously lewd and ...
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