I shaved my balls for this?

It was a normal thursday, like any other, except for the insane wind that tried hard to put sand grains into my eyes. I got home after work, passing bad drivers all the way, as usual, but not without noticing a red car with the loudest shitty sound and a pair of females in heat, pheromone exhaling through the windows.

Tried looking to her faces, but congestion was hardcore enough to force me not to perform this task. Anyway, I got home alive, took a dump and while I cleaned, I asked myself why not to shave my balls. Was fairly hairy, a couple months since last shaved. So I grabbed the extension, put the trimmer on and started working. Nearly dozen minutes to finish, including the ass and belly bottom area. Another couple minutes to clean myself, the floor, flush the toilet, and a new dick rised.

Happiness only real when shared.

Feeling strong with the cock growth I decided to run, just to stretch rusty legs. Pointed to a long road, with a nice bike path, and spent about half an hour before I get tired and turn around. With some Ave Sangria tune playing in my headphones, just at the point where one can almost understand the meaning of the lyrics in the composer's mind, I jumped startled by the screamming tires a few feet away from me.

It took half nanosecond, or less, to recognize the females of the red car. Pheromone levels were at least two times higher than the first meeting, and they promptly offered me a ride. I sat in the back seat and hitchhiker immediately jumped on my side, without exiting the car.

A few miles ahead, having finished the traditional part of the conversation, the driver asked her friend if I had strong legs. She immediately shook my thigh and slid her hand to my balls. A sigh of pleasure was released automatically, and in one swift movement my shorts were dropped to my feet.

Yes, sometimes I'm shameless and cheap.

She tasted a bit with her tongue before swallowing my whole sausage. Her fingers gently rubbed my shaved balls and this helped to speed up the process. Before exploding, I noticed the eyes of the driver through the rear view mirror, perhaps admiring my full expression of lust.

A happy sound of a swallow brought her head up, and the car was stopping to refuel with more beer. Getting closer to my home, I offered a refuge and they refused. Then, I thanked them for the ride and walked alone the final meters.

I'm glad I'm back in one piece, even a few drops lighter.