Flash Fiction: Singlet Spooge
Singlet Spooge is now available in the Book of Bate Vol. 3 anthology! Click here for the full story and nine other awesome bate tales.
Jared launched himself at me without warning, springing forward and knocking me back. Instinctively I flipped and tried to rise up, pushing with all my strength as his thick legs dangled each side of mine and swung around to hug me. He fell, the thump of his large back slamming against the mat echoed around the dimly lit gym, his powerful forearm around my neck hugging me close to him. Once again I could feel the shape of his manhood against me, his length arching across my buttocks while I lay on him and stared up to the single circle of white bathing us in what almost seemed like a spotlight.
There were no rules now, I knew it for certain when his hand reached down and grabbed the shape of my dick under the tight material, groping my cock and balls hard and squeezing the collected mass. I knew Jared could be confrontational like that, getting a surprise dick slap while I was carrying something was pretty common, but as he growled in my ear “you like that, bitch?” I knew it was on.
Once again his thick forearm was under my chin, the dark hairs where his Fitbit tan line left a pale ring tickled me. His other hand reached down in a fluid movement, grabbing the loose material as my left leg struggled to breach his controlling grip. He tugged, hard, probably trying to give me a wedgie but the only thing he succeeded in doing was to release the length of my pink cock from the leg hole of my singlet, the material bunching up painfully to the right of my cock and balls.
My penis swung out hard and glistening, the veins along the shaft angry and bulging, it was like my cock belonged to the Hulk, the head swelling bigger than I could ever remember it being as the blood flow was tightly restricted and the prison my legs were in made my taint pulsate.
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