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Sarkopheros Says:
If your reaction to this is something like "What a hell is going on?" or "How many drugs have you eaten?" then the answer is exactly six. One six pack of drugs.
It also means I'm doing what I meant to do. This story is not meant to be taken seriously. It is not meant to make sense. I have no concept of such petty things as "basic human physiology," "common sense," or "reality."
This story contains emphasis on sexual smells. Fuck-musk. I don't know what to call it, but I like it. It might put some of you off. I'm not talking body odor, I'm talking about the smell of pussies and cocks. Sexual funk. Also, gratuitous cum inflation. Hyper endowment. Objectification. Excessive usage of onomatopoeia. This one's gonna be nasty by some people's standards, but tame by others. This story is solidly in /d/ territory, though.
Jae's default size is usually between 16 or 26 inches when I roleplay as him. However, I felt that for this story, bigger was better. I said, fuck it, this makes no sense anyway. Plus, Brod is already in that size range and I wanted to avoid a re-skin of him. Jae also has a lot more personality than is displayed in this story, but ... well, this wasn't that sort of story. This is the sort of story that obeys hentai logic. Brod's stories will look like documentaries in comparison to this.
Why am I explaining this in such detail? Because it seems that a lot of people come into my stories expecting something that I don't offer. While some of my stories are more realistic than others, I don't want you to have false expectations. The point of this whole foreword is this: consider yourself warned. If you keep going past this point, and find the content and events of the story objectionable, remember what I told you.
Enjoy!
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A roar echoed off the edifices hemming in the four-lane road. Sodium lamps provided pools of orange light. Trees along the median whipped by. The driver's mane was as black as the night and swept out behind him. Smoke poured from his nostrils. Howling electric guitars blasted from his speakers.
Sparks flew when the cigarette butt hit the pavement. Jae sighed as the evening air blew past him. The top was down, the 'Stang roaring like a lion from hell. The chrome spikes on his leather vest glinted in the light.
His sinewy leg shifted atop the warm object filling the footwell. It resembled a pair of spheres far larger than his head and what appeared to be an extra-long floppy fire hydrant in size, all wrapped tightly in the black cloth of his custom-tailored pants.
Behind him, he heard howling. Lights were flashing.
Shit. Cops?
Jae pulled over with a grumble, asphalt crunching under his tires as he slowed to a stop by the sidewalk. A Crown Victoria whined to a stop behind him, blue lights flashing.
Someone needs a brake job.
A minute passed. Three. Putting a new cigarette in his mouth, he sighed.
Yeah, take your sweet-ass time! Fuck.
Cl-clunk.
The doors opened. Two officers got out and approached his car. Both were women. As they passed into the light, Jae observed that one was a pale, fresh-faced blonde, athletically built. Her generous tits bounced as she walked. The other was shorter, curvier. She had a soft belly and ample tits, with hips wider than her shoulders. Her hair was jet-black, her skin dark.
Reaching him, the shorter one turned on her flashlight. Officer Bryce, according to her nametag. The other one's said "Redland."
"Evening, sir," said Bryce, shining the light in his face
Jae squinted and asked, "How are you ladies tonight?" He smiled.
"License and registration."
Jae leaned over and opened the glove compartment, removing the documents and handing them over. Bryce looked at Redland and nodded over her shoulder. The latter returned to the cruiser.
"What is all this, sir?" asked the woman, pointing at the white specks all over his floor mats.
"Sand. I just came from the beach," answered Jae, his eyes moving down her body. "Was at a swimsuit competition. You shoulda been there, girl."
"And what's that?" asked the officer, pointing at his ludicrous bulge.
Jae frowned. "Um. My balls? Cock? Baby deployment equipment?"
"Do I look stupid?" asked the police officer. "Okay. If that's how we're gonna do this, get out of the vehicle."
He squinted up at the cop. "What, really?"
Bryce stared at him. "Get out of the car, sir."
Jae sighed and got out of the car, closing the door behind him. "What's this about, huh?"
Instead of answering his question, she knelt. She began to run her hands over his enormous nuts. "Yeah, your balls, huh? They're like beach balls."
"Yes, that's me.
Mmm
," he grunted. Her roaming hands were starting to stimulate those gigantic nuts. Jae could feel the pressure, the heaviness inside. The shifting.
Glorp. Grrglll.
His nuts were beginning to make jizz, audible as they did so.
"And you expect me to believe that your balls make noise?" asked the incredulous Bryce.
"Yes? I don't care if you believe me, girl, but that's my nuts making jizz."
Redland got out of the car, the folder in her hand. She stared for a long moment at the spectacle in front of her before saying, "What are you doing, Risa?"
"He says this is his cock and balls," answered the officer. Jae's eyes roamed over her ass as she wrapped her hands around his cock, slowly pumping up and down its girth through the cloth. Her blue slacks were stretched taut around the twin globes of ample flesh.
"Damn, look at that booty.
Mph
," he said, chuckling as Risa examined him.
"I do my squats," she said, turning to Redland. "How can anyone be this big?"
"No way that's all him! What else did he say?"
"He says this noise is him making jizz."
"I'm right here," Jae grunted, rolling his eyes. "And yeah, it is."
"I see that," the blonde stepped over and handed his license and registration back. Jae tossed the little folder into his passenger seat. Then the taller officer knelt down by his bulge, joining in, her hands caressing the cloth. "Really warm, whatever it is."
Bryce looked up at him as she rubbed both hands over the melon-sized glans. "Come on, Mr. Kyoung. What's in the package? Weed? Guns? Illegal immigrants?"
"The fuck are you talking about?" he asked. "Yes, there's like, a dozen Chinese people in my pants trying to escape."
"It's making noise," observed the blonde.