# The No Nut November Bet - The First Week

Author: danath
Tags: Cock Growth, Growth, Male, No nut November, Poetry, Public, cum denial, denial

Our hero has a lot riding on the outcome of his bet that he can go the entire month of November without nutting. After the first week, he's also got a lot riding on his thighs.

 **The No Nut November Bet - The First Week**

By Danath

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1

This month of strife is only just begun  
No time has passed since I have made my vow  
To quell the steaming furnace like a sun  
A burning need for which I won't allow

I made this promise and I knew it odd  
When told the difficulties that I face  
But in exchange for keeping soft my rod  
This sinner may achieve a wondrous grace

Uncertain though I be about my fate  
This struggle may contain my passioned urge  
Control of self: one month, no masturbate  
My mind is set: the horniness I'll purge

Two hours done with hundreds more to come  
Perhaps I'll find a rub that makes it numb

2

Eternity has passed and yet a day  
I'm not sure how much more of this I'll take  
Unanswered, I no longer try to pray  
My thoughts cannot escape this awesome ache

I try to meditate and rest alone  
Unbidden, loud desire holds me fast  
Time slows again and I let out a moan  
A second is a minute at full mast 

Though just begun, I long this journey's end  
But I am not a solo passenger  
Each step, each bounce, each jostle makes them send  
A lit'ny of complaints, a thund'rous purr

Another minute passes by so slow  
November's end will come with quite a show

3

Day three and things are starting to get rough  
I'm constantly erect and hard as steel  
I may as well be going in the buff  
For all that my tight pants fail to conceal

One-tenth of time has passed to finish strong  
The bet I made is one I cannot lose  
If I remember that, I can't go wrong  
But now I cannot even see my shoes

These thirty days loom over me like storms  
My spine is stiff from all the lightning bolts  
My clothes reveal a multitude of forms  
In crowds, I sense the jealousy of colts

They see it not as should be - as a curse  
If I stay hard so long I'll need a hearse

4

No Nut November puts such strain on me  
Despite the name, I carry such a load  
Though squirrels, I'm sure, are awed by what they see  
I'd rather be back in my normal mode

No Nut November is a massive grind  
The crowded shopping centers are the worst  
My massive tentpole sways of its own mind  
They say, "You should take care of this great thirst"

No Nut November drives me to the brink  
Of sanity and madness 'ere I drip  
Of what's contained within my shorts, I think  
Will crack forth like a long and meaty whip

No Nut November please must end and soon  
Or I'll turn into a Karno cartoon

5

A wave of dreams wash o'er me ev'ry night  
A tidal surge of lust, a rising flood  
Not nightmares, no, they do not cause me fright  
But leave me with a swollen, aroused dud

These wet dreams cause my furniture a mess  
But are my only comfort in this time  
I'll pay my cleaning bill with some duress  
New bedding, too, has cost a pretty dime

My waking brain is occupied as well  
By thoughts of pounding with my mighty stalk  
By night or day I'm trapped in lustful hell  
With balls so huge so I find it hard to walk

And now I lay me down to sleep again  
So wake me up when this November ends

6

The news today is worse than e'er before  
The only clothes that fit are stretch gym shorts  
The bulge is displayed for all to adore  
Packed tight with balls unfamiliar to sports

Commuting to my job requires blush  
I hear loud whispers gossip 'bout my balls  
My morning coffee spills amidst the crush  
As people pack in tight and into walls

The pressure 'gainst my package makes me heave  
Clamp fingers round my muzzle, stop the roar  
Of pleasured heaven after agonies  
My right pant leg is dripping on the floor

The train pulls up, and I flood out the gate  
It's only been six days without a mate

7

What reasons could I have for doing this?  
What dreams may come when I complete this task?  
What benefit of my moral compass?  
To suffer so for naught is much to ask

One week is done, and I am done, I fear  
I cannot sleep or eat or drink for throes  
Good will? There's none for what was past myself  
That monster is the source of all my woes

Enlightenment? No, this is punishment  
This seventh day I curse myself anew  
I must continue with this leak containment  
Today was great until that condom blew

I hope my future self is true happy  
For I am most the mis'rable of thee

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