Country Cock – Stroking in the Shed – Part One
The full stroking in the shed story can be found in Book of Bate Vol. 4, now available at Amazon for Kindle, in paperback form, and in PDF format from BlokeToys.
Excerpt from Country Cock – Stroking in the Shed
“Hey man, don’t hog the porn” he said, quickly standing to approach and grab one of the discarded publications, pausing beside his friend and leaning down to pick which magazine he was going to take back to his seat.
“Doesn’t look like you need the magazine!” Tommy chuckled.
Aaron was confused for a moment, but the sudden breeze of cool air bathing the exposed head of his hardening cock alerted him to his dick slip, the denim brushing over his foreskin and tickling his partially exposed glans. He hadn’t noticed the repercussions of his hunched steps forward but as he’d stood and leaned his jeans had hitched up slightly, a horizontal tear in the material across his left thigh hiking up to reveal the swelling tip of his uncut cock.
He usually dressed to the left and until now these jeans had served their purpose, but the small rip he’d noticed a week before was now much bigger than it had been, likely lengthened by the effort of the day. Instead of a nick over his bulging thigh it was now a doorway flapping open for the end of his dick to reach daylight when semi hard.
“Aw, man, fuck.” he laughed, fruitlessly trying to adjust his jeans and tugging the material down to close the gap. It was no use, his cock was quickly swelling even harder, an awkward length of curved manhood straining at the denim and lifting the frayed gash up further, sliding his foreskin up with it. Like a foot wedging a door open his dick wouldn’t allow any movement to hide it. An inch of his slightly curved meat was fully on display and wouldn’t allow him to return it to its confines.
“Is that your easy access system?” Tommy asked, sitting upright once again, his blue eyes fitting back awkwardly to see the protruding red bulbous tip inches away from him, a tiny bead of clear liquid clinging to the slightly raised lips either side of his piss hole, the folds of extra skin bunching up around the edge of the fully exposed helmet. He’d never seen another member close-up before. He could make out the little creases decorating Aaron’s cock tip, the red flesh blending into pink, the darker purple hue of the swelling ridge around the edge of his glans where it dipped down to his shaft, the folds of his foreskin bunching up behind it as his manhood grew harder.
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