Strapping Lads by Wulfstan

Strapping Lads by Wulfstan.

You see them in the gyms. They dont work out. They loiter. They do a set. They adjust their balls. Scratch a bit and pretend not to look at the guys who look at them groping their dicks. And the guys are there wondering if the tradehole’s wearing a traditional jock, are his balls encased in a well-worn web of netting, fitting just to a slight bulge to keep those jewels bouncing and sweaty and ready for the right guy to come along, grab them by the nads and lead them to the right milking pen. Where was I?

Oh, yeah. You see them in the gyms and you never suspect that that’s what the lads are really craving, ‘cept they havent got the balls–no pun intended–to go up to a man who looks like he knows what to do with those low hangers bursting with seed in those webbed jockstraps and admit, “yeah, buddy, I need it real bad.” No balls, no glory.

Two of them came to my attention in the locker room one late, loitery night when all the rest of the jackasses had gone home on pussy service. They just acted as though I was acting like I wasn’t listening to them…

• Strapping Lads by: Wulfstan