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Weatherman

It was a lazy day for the feline, so much so he didn't bother with a shirt or underwear, having only put on a pair of shorts in the morning. He was settled in front of his computer and browsed online stores, looking for sexy women's clothing, wishing to himself that he could buy them all as he listened to the pouring rain. The sky had quickly turned gray just a half hour earlier, and with a distant rumble of thunder, the storm started picking up. As a bolt of lightning struck close to the apartment, his penis twitched. Despite not looking at anything particularly arousing at that moment, a bulge quickly developed in his shorts, which he adjusted to go down a leg of the shorts instead of being caught in the middle. Thinking nothing of it, he went back to his window shopping, saving images of the occasional item he really wanted.

Idly he lightly rubbed himself through his shorts, occasionally speeding up when he held the underside of the glans. After about ten minutes of this he felt a wetness on his leg, and let out a grunt of annoyance. He grabbed a tissue from the box on his desk and wiped the spot off, but as the tissue brushed against his tip more precum dripped out. Wiping the tip to clean that up, even more came out. He grumbled at the mess he was making, and decided to finally put one of the condoms he had to use. He pulled one out from his desk drawer and tore open the packet, the smell of the latex and lubricant wafting through the air. All the while he was still dripping, the splotch on his leg threatening to fall to the floor. Wiping it up, he quickly put the condom against the head and rolled it down his shaft. With a sigh, he cleaned up a small remaining spot on his leg and went back to to his browsing.

As the minutes passed, thunder rumbled in the distance, a little more pre filling the condom each time. But soon he found he had absentmindedly sped up his rubbing and was nearing climax, and quickly let go of himself. He took a deep breath, yet found himself still on edge. Grabbing the sides of his chair, he held himself steady, waiting for it to go down, but it refused. The constant pleasure left him weak kneed, and as he tried to stand he slipped off the chair and fell to the floor, absorbing most of the impact with his arms. With a grunt he rolled onto his back, and fumbled around with his belt until he finally undid the buckle, then quickly yanked open his shorts, causing the button to snap off and fly across the room. A few struggled tugs later and he got them off. He scooted up against his bed and looked on as his cock now bobbed freely between his legs. Lightning cracked not too far off and he tensed; without touching himself he nearly orgasmed, and more pre oozed into the latex sheath, a bulge of clear white now dangling from the tip.

He grabbed the bed sheet and pulled on it as he rested his head against the mattress. His breathes were shallow and as the rain picked up he squirmed, legs twisting and toes tensing from being so close to the edge. With each far off flash and rumble his face contorted as an accompanying stream of pre poured out. Minutes dragged on, and his desire to finally climax fought his desire to extend the pleasure he was feeling. This fight soon ended though as a new sensation invaded his mind. His scrotum was tight from the erection, but now he also felt it pushing against something. Using all his willpower to focus, he looked down and saw that his testicles had swollen, each nearing the size of tennis balls. His heart started pounding at the sight. If there was anything he wanted just as much as a pair of D-cup breasts, it was a pair of balls that could fill the same sized bra. Despite wanting to touch, fondle, massage, to do nearly anything with them, he didn't. "If they've been growing this whole time," he thought, "I don't want to stop them..."

Now, more alert than before, he grabbed the mattress with both hands and focused on the events unfolding between his legs. He could see his balls churning, and to his amazement they were growing fast enough he could see it happen. He tightened his grasp as his mind started to go fuzzy again. His twitching caused his sac to press against his legs, and the warmth as well as the pressure on his sac made his mind swirl even more. Thunder moved closer, and soon he was on his knees and hands, trembling as he throbbed with pleasure, his heart pounding in his ears. The now large bulb of white liquid was swinging wildly beneath him. Bending his back, he futilely tried to lick the tip as his leaking slit teased him. His mind was humming from the constant pleasure, but it just managed to hear the rain taper off for a half minute or so. As he wondered if he'd be able to remain in this state, the rain suddenly surged, and a blinding flash of lightning and a chest rattling crack of thunder rang out from the sky right next to the building. He let out a cry as his entire body tensed. His now swollen sac drew tight so quickly it bounced, causing a jet of cum to shoot down his length with such force it stretched the condom out far enough that the previously acquired bubble of goo swung into his face and snapped open. He coughed as it coated his muzzle, and as a second shot fired into his open mouth he slipped, falling onto his side, forcing him to swallow. He buried his face into his arm just in time that the next shot of thick sticky liquid only hit the bottom of his jaw and splattered over the floor. He came a few more times, each one substantially weaker than the last, finally giving way to a short dribble.

He squirmed in the puddle he had made, his shaft still extremely sensitive. He clawed at the carpet, trying to drag himself anywhere that wasn't where he was. But he was too weak from climaxing, and the storm was still going. Now with each flash he could feel the orbs between his legs refilling, and soon they were aching for release again. He struggled to remove the broken condom, but his girth had apparently increased in size, too. The ring of the base was tight, and the swelling from the constriction from the ring only made it worse. He stopped fidgeting with it and put his hand back down to once again balance himself. He was getting dizzy and his erection was becoming painfully stiff. Finally the latex band gave way on its own, and the shredded condom peeled off, falling to the floor. No relief was provided, though, as he could feel his heart pounding even harder to keep it up. Slowly he sat back up, grabbing the bed frame for support. His cock bounced against his sac, sending rivulets of spunk into the spreading puddle. Hesitantly he reached out with one hand and cupped the end of his member with it. He smeared the fresh liquid along its length, and slowly he started jerking off. In short order he was ready to climax again, but despite the intense pleasure he couldn't get himself over the edge. He settled on moving his grip over the glans where he could get the most enjoyment from it. For what seemed like an eternity he sat there milking himself, until lightning struck again, this time right on top of the building. As it rattled his insides, the power went out, and a second strike followed a split second after. Despite the sudden darkness, in the few seconds the thunder rumbled he felt his sac swell like an airbag, pushing his legs apart. In the blackness he could hear the stream of seed as it flew out, and with the tight grip he held, it easily hit the close wall, causing it to splatter back on him. His head whipped backwards into the mattress, and his hand slipped off and caught the floor. He gripped again as it bounced upwards, and before he could direct it away he came again. He swallowed a mouthful and coughed out the rest, and the mess behind him caused him to slide onto his back. Swinging his arms out to soften the impact, he caught yet another load to the face, and by now he felt so weak he just lay there and took the next nearly dozen blasts of cum to his face, his hips bucking with each one.

Eventually the ejaculations tapered off, and tiredly he dragged himself to the bathroom, twitching as his cock rubbed against the floor. After tossing the floor towel out of his way, he rolled over into the low tub, and closed the curtain just in time for another nearby lightning strike to light up the room as he splattered the wall. The storm was expected to last well into the morning, so for the night he lay in the tub, kept warm only by his periodic spurts until the power came back.

Webster Leone, 2010 July 22