Author's note: This story contains orgasm denial and hijinks with a fertility idol who comes alive.
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Mark hadn't nutted for an absurdly long time - he had been purposefully penting himself up for this evening, this annual fertility ritual that he practiced every year to honor the shift from winter to spring. As a result, Mark could barely think past the haze of his lust - absolutely anything and everything made him want to nut. Seriously. So he had spent his entire work week doing the most repetitive and physical tasks possible to burn off his energy.
Adding fuel to the fire, Mark had dutifully watched porn every night, as was his habit - except he never even touched his cock or ass! Instead, he let his cock throb and throb in response to the hot images and sounds in front of him! Being so pent up, it had been nearly impossible to hold back from grabbing his cock and having at it!! In the end though, he would bring his aching erection back from the event horizon and flop into bed on top of his boner, then go to sleep while his balls throbbed and ached in ways he loved and he tried not to hump a load of cum out of his heavy balls...
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After those blue-balled days, Mark had taken a several-hour drive through picturesque landscapes to get to his cabin in the middle of the woods, several miles away from any neighbors... or anything, really.
Each hour that passed caused him to become hornier and hornier while he thought about what was to come. The rituals that he would perform in complete solitude in front of the gigantic altar to the fertility god who he followed!
Finally, he pulled into his driveway. He parked, then extracted himself out of his tall pickup truck, one of the few vehicles that could contain his hugely tall and bulk frame. He stretched himself out then flopped out his sausage and pissed for ages. He shook himself off, then took off his jeans, stripping down just to his boxers.
Then he grabbed a rake that had been baking in the sun all year, propped against a tall eucalyptus tree in the middle of the yard, and began to work his huge muscles, working up a good musky sweat...
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A few hours later, Mark sighed and put down the rake. He flexed, feeling the pump in all of his muscles from an afternoon of raking.
This was bliss - being all alone, in the middle of the woods, far away from any other human. He could do absolutely whatever the hell he wanted and nobody was around to see it. Namely, his annual fertility ritual.
At the familiar thought, Mark grinned. His Johnson chubbed up, anticipating the evening of extreme gooning that would ensue! Not only would he enjoy a blissful marathon masturbation session, he could also do his pagan fertility rituals without the prying eyes of his neighbors!
He unzipped his jeans, then flopped out his semi-hard dick and enjoyed the feel of the air and the soft rays of the sun gently caressing his member.
Then he took ahold of the pendant around his neck, a charm that represented the fertility god, and rubbed its monumental erection. Mark's cock stiffened at the thought of the idol inside, and the ritual that awaited him...
