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The Slingshot I'm not sure really where to begin. I could start with the boy, and when I look back on it now it still brings a smile, a smile that won't go away and sometimes I can't get him out of my mind. In once sense, it all goes back to him and to his balls and to the way they made him chase my sister. That is really the essence of this story. But I could also start with my sister instead, and when I think about it, what she taught to me is what is really important, although when I think of her and me I cant say that Im really proud of myself. But I still remember her gift, and his, and the things I learned when I was thirteen and growing up in Kentucky. Those memories always make me smile, and when I remember his balls, and think back on that afternoon sometimes its just hard to believe it really happened. But it did, oh yes-sir it did, and if nothing else it made for an afternoon that I will never ever forget. In a very real way, Jason made me a man. As I was growing up we lived in the country, and my parents didnt have much money. I didnt really know that, or at least didnt think about it much, although at school my friends had more stuff and their clothes werent hand-me-downs and Salvation Army specials like mine tended to be. I didnt have a lot of toys either, although I still found ways to entertain myself. I guess this story really begins there, with my slingshot. I was just nine years old when I made my first one, out of a bunch of old rubber bands, a forked stick, and a slip of leather from my fathers garage. I used to spend hours playing with the thing. I would line my army men up on the back stone wall and see how far away I could shoot them. That first slingshot become another, and then another, and each of them I made with care and each of them got better and more powerful. Yeah, I spent hours shooting, hundreds of hours, and by the time I was thirteen I had graduated to a much more sophisticated model, store-bought, and with it I truly owned a weapon. The strange part looking back is that my sister gave it to me, at Christmas, and it was called a Wrist Rocket and that was a fairly accurate description of what it was capable of. It was by far the best Christmas present I ever received growing up, and I still consider it a gift of a lifetime. It was a long cry from ones I had made, and this one had double bands of elastic made from surgical tubing for power, and a cupped leather pouch that cradled whatever I was shooting perfectly. The slingshot itself was made of metal, and had a long curved loop with a padded rest that was designed to sit on the arm and give you leverage when you pulled the elastic all the way back. God it had a lot of power! I shot everything with it. I was good too! I mostly shot with pebbles, small round ones from the stream that ran behind our house. They worked, but not as well as the marbles I sometimes scrounged, and when accuracy was really important then sometimes I used the store bought ball bearings. They came in a package of fifty, for a dollar, from the local five and dime and were about as big a round as a nickel is in circumference. With those, my Wrist Rocket was accurate as hell and packed a hell of a wallop. If you hit something with one of the big ball bearings it pretty much destroyed whatever you hit. If the range was within ten feet I never ever missed, and from ranges twice that far I still hit most of what I aimed at. I shot some things as far away as fifty feet, although mostly I shot at targets closer than that. I was good enough I could hit glass bottles floating down the river, which would literally explode. I could also knock frogs off lily-pads and drop a squirrel out of a tree with a single shot. I could even shoot bumble bees right off of clover flowers, and I rarely missed. I shot quite a few rabbits, and dozens of squirrels. My mom liked the meat, so I usually hit them in the head. When I did, the ball bearing would just obliterate it and if I shot a squirrel the thing was literally decapitated in an instant. I used my Wrist Rocket to shoot doves flying through the air, although that wasnt a sure thing but it was fun as hell to do. For the doves I used nails instead of pebbles or the ball bearings. I would grab a bunch of small little nails, each about a half-inch long, and then when a dove would pass by Id let the ball of bunched up steel fly. The nails would go out randomly, like a crude sort of shotgun, and at least seventy-five percent of the time Id drop the bird. Of course, there was a lead to figure, but that just added to the challenge. Everything I killed went home and added to the dinner table, so I wasnt just killing things for sport. When the doves were flying in the fall I brought home as many as a dozen at a time and saved my parents a lot of money in grocery bills. I shot a lot of rabbits, as well as the squirrels, and I was pretty confident and could hit just about anything I aimed at. Mom always was appreciative, and whatever I brought home usually got added to the stew. My older sister hated that, and she hated to eat anything I had killed. I think it wasnt long before she regretted ever giving me the Wrist Rocket, although she liked the way it kept me busy and out of her hair. Looking back Sis and I didnt get along that well, but then she was four years older than me so we didnt have much in common. That much hasnt changed, and in fact it's worse today than it was then and by a much wider margin. Of course, the INCIDENT as dad called it didnt help the situation much. Mom worked at the mill, and my dad worked at the mine, and thats just the way it was. Of course, with my parents working, Sis and I usually had a couple of hours after school before our parents got home, and we rarely got along. When I was in elementary school she was required to watch me, a sort of a quasi-baby sitter if you will, but as I grew up and so did she that changed and by the time I was thirteen she just did her thing and I did mine. I would spend my afternoons after school shooting doves and practicing with my slingshot, and she would spend hers in her room listening to the 45 records and albums she had. About that time, in my thirteenth year, I started to grow up, and my voice started to crack a lot. My dick also started to become a little bigger and I started to grow hair where I had never had it before. Up until that time in my life nobody every said anything to me about sex, and there wasnt anything like sex education from the teachers or my parents, that much is for sure. At it turned out though, my sister taught me, although she had no idea she was doing so at the time she was doing it. You see, my middle school was several miles away, and so I had to hike down to the road and catch the bus. My sister on the other hand was in high school, which was just over a half mile away, and she also had a boyfriend who would come by and pick her up and take her directly to their school. He seemed really interested in her, REALLY interested if you know what I mean, and since he came from a money family she was interested in him as well. My mom liked Jason too, although my dad didnt, and he said he didnt trust him and he didnt like the way he would look at her. Still, Dad couldnt really stop her from dating him, especially with mom liking him as much as she did, and since he was giving her a ride both of my parents liked the fact she didnt have to walk. But even I could tell they had something going between them, and Jason sure liked her, and had a keen interest in her that I couldnt really understand. At least, that was the way I saw it. One thing for certain was that Jason certainly enhanced her record collection. One day when I got home just a little earlier than normal I saw his pickup parked at the house and when I came inside I heard noises coming from her room. I went up there to find out what was going on and of course her room was locked. Instead of knocking I stuck my ear to the door and listened, and even with the music playing I could tell something was definitely going on. Yeah, definitely there were a lot of noises that had nothing to do with the music and they were obviously doing something. By thirteen I at least half-knew what fucking was, in an obscure sort of way, and yet as I listened that just never occurred to me. You would think a thirteen year old boy would have known a lot more than I did, and yet my parents never said shit and so the only thing I really knew was that fucking was something you didnt talk about. I also knew it had something to do with sex, but I didnt know what sex really was exactly, although I did know that it involved girls and guys and had a lot to do with making babies. But other than that I couldnt have told you exactly what it entailed even if my life had depended on it. Sure, I had heard the "fuck" word used at school, but I sure-as-shit wasnt gonna tell ANYONE I was so damn naïve and there was no way I was gonna ASK anyone either. I wasnt totally stupid though, and I had figured out it pretty much involved girls, but as a boy just coming into puberty I couldnt see what they had that was all that interesting. So yeah, looking back, I really didnt know shit about girls, and the IDEA of fucking one had never ever really occurred to me. Im not lying, and I know you are thinking that a thirteen year old boy had to know more than that. Well, I guess its true I had seen a pair of dogs mate by then and so I must have had some kind of understanding of the principal at least, but I know for SURE I never imagined my parents doing anything like that, and I sure as shit didnt think of my sister doing it either. I hadnt jacked off at that point yet, so as far as my own dick was concerned the only thing I had ever used it for was taking a piss. That would soon change of course, but at thirteen I was still very naïve, although after the incident that all changed. Yeah, the incident changed a lot of things, and one thing it changed was that after it was all said and done and over with, well, after that I jacked off a lot. Anyway, getting back to the story, after that first afternoon when I heard the two of them doing something in her room, I was curious as hell. When they had emerged from her room I knew right away from the way he had been grinning and with his face so red, that something had happened and whatever it was I was fairly certain that mom and dad probably would not have approved of it. Still, I didnt know exactly what IT was, but what I did know was that something had been going on for sure and whatever the hell it was my sister was all giggling afterwards. Of course, being thirteen, I wanted to KNOW, and I wanted to find out what I was missing out on. The afternoon I caught them coming out of Sis's room Jason had looked right at me and figured out I had been snooping, and he shoved his finger in my chest and grabbed the collar of my shirt. He jerked me towards him then, and leaned over until he was breathing on my face, and that's when he said "I'm more of a man than you'll ever be. You got that? So, get lost twerp, and stay lost." Then he shoved me backwards and left. I hadn't liked him much before, and I definitely didn't like him after that. After Jason had left my sister got on me too, and she slammed me up against the wall and swore to God that she would kill me if I ever mentioned anything about what I had overheard. She said it was her own business, and to just forget it and to go play with your slingshot and leave me alone. And then she told me that if I ever dared mention ANYTHING to either mom or dad I was dead meat. She squeezed my neck hard enough to start to choke me, and she got me to swear to never say anything. Needless to say, I kept my mouth shut. Still, after that first time I kept my eyes open, and I would check for his tire tracks and it was very obvious he was coming over a lot. I knew he was bringing her home from school, and from the footprints next to his tire tracks I figured he was going into the house almost every afternoon. I had no idea what exactly was going on, but I was pretty sure they were going into her room and at least playing records for a while before he would come out and drive away. Usually I got home about the time he was leaving. I couldnt stand it, knowing SOMETHING was going on and it was a SECRET, their secret, but since I took the bus and had to walk up from the road, there was no way to get there any faster. Finally, I couldnt stand it any longer, and so on Friday, March 7th of my thirteenth year, I skipped school. I will never forget that day as long as I live. I had never skipped school before, but on that day I did, and when my sister got home I was hiding in her closet. She never suspected anything, never, and while I dont know what I expected to see, I do know that what I ended up seeing went way beyond my wildest imagination. I had more sex education sitting in my sisters closet on that Friday afternoon than I had had in my entire lifetime up to that moment. As I said at the beginning of this tale, it's really all about the boy. The boy's full name was Jason Kaiker, and he was eighteen and a senior in my sisters school. Sis was seventeen, like I said, and a junior, and up until that moment I had never thought of her in a sexual way. She was just my sister, and while I knew she had boobs and all, I just never ever gave them a thought. However, for Jason they obviously held a much keener interest, and that was obvious as soon as they walked into her room. Jason was all over her when they entered her room, kissing her deep and holding her tight. She had his shirt off in less than fifteen seconds, and as I looked at him he had that tight body with a flat stomach that older teens have when they are working out. I remember looking at him, at his smooth chest with his dime-sized nipples and flat stomach and the muscles that rippled across it as he moved. He took my sisters blouse off, and then her bra, unhooking it like he had done it a hundred times before. Perhaps he had for all I knew. You would think I would have been fascinated by seeing my first set of tits, but I wasnt and they didnt do much for me at all in fact. I think it was probably because they belonged to my sister, but Jason on the other hand was sure interested and he lifted them and held them and then he even kissed them. As he was doing that the front of his jeans bulged out, and then before I knew it he had unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. My sister slid them down, and Ill never forget that first look, at his huge boner, jutting upward from his underpants that were soon at his ankles. God he was big! Compared to my own pencil dick his cock was so damn fat, and it jutted up like a piece of steel and the big end of it was round and flared and oh-so-purple. It had to have been every bit of nine inches long! Above his cock his pubic hair seemed to accentuate his manhood, and I remember staring at it and hardly believing how mature he looked. Compared to him I was just a little boy. Still, I had my own very small patch of pubic hair, but my hair there was just barely beginning to sprout, while his blond nest above his cock was thick and full. But even more than his pubic hair, it was his cock that fascinated me. It was simply huge! My heart was pounding in my chest, and then my sister grinned, a big grin, and then as I watched she knelt down and opened her mouth and started to lick his rod. She ran her tongue over every inch of his dick, especially playing with the tip, and finally she opened her mouth in a big oval and then literally she just swallowed his cock. OH GOD THAT SURPRISED ME! I just had never suspected that, not in a million years, but she did and when she did he tossed his head back and said OH YEAH....that feels sooooo fucking good! She sucked on it for several minutes, bobbing her head up and down, and I stared with wide open eyes and with my own little pole jutting stiff in my pants. I just couldnt believe what I was seeing, but seeing it I was, and it was obvious that my sister was enjoying what she was doing almost as much as Jason was enjoying having it done to him. He held my sisters head, with his hands, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on his pole. Sometimes she pulled off of his dick, for a minute or so, and flicked her tongue over the tip of his dick, playing with the eye that seemed to be dripping. I was only about five feet away, staring from inside her closet, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise. I stared, shocked but mesmerized, staring and yet not believing what I was seeing but seeing it never the less. After several minutes my sister stopped, a big grin across her face, and then she went to her record player and tossed on an album, one of the ones I had heard her play many times before. Then, she dropped her own jeans, and fell back onto her bed, lying there, with her naked tits in the air and only her panties covering her sex. Jason was on the bed in an instant, his rock hard dick literally dripping with desire. Then, as I watched with utter disbelief, my sister let him pull off her panties and toss them over his shoulder. They landed right by the closet door, right there beside me, and I looked at them in total disbelief but there they were, the insides damp with the juices of her womanhood. He paused then, for a moment, and then fished something out of his jeans, which were also bunched on the floor, and opened a small package and slipped out what I later learned was a condom. I had never heard of a condom, not at thirteen I hadnt, and so as I watched him roll the latex down over his big dick I had no idea what he was doing. None. I leaned forward, to get a better look, and yet even though I saw him doing it I had no idea what I was seeing. As soon as he had covered his dick, he climbed up on top of her then, and she had her legs spread, almost eagerly, and then as I stared and watched and looked he guided his massive latex-covered dick and slid it up and into her hole. I gasped, and wanted to scream. I just couldnt believe it! He slid his entire dick into her pussy, all the way in, and I could hardly believe it as it disappeared inside. My sister hadnt resisted at all, and had welcomed it in fact, and then as her pussy swallowed his dick my sister tossed her head back and yelled, and he gasped too as he entered her. But she didnt yell from pain. No, instead she all but screamed out OH GOD....OH YES....OH YESSSSSSSSSS! Do it! Make love to me Jason! Please....now....NOW JASON....FUCK ME HARD! And he did. He started raising his ass up and down, up and down, and as he was doing that I could see his dick sliding in and out of her hole. So, THIS was fucking! Suddenly, so much was just crystal clear, and for the first time I understood many of the comments I had overheard at school. Wow! WOW! One thing that was quite apparent, immediately, was that my sister certainly liked fucking, and she was definitely enjoying it, and so was he. In and out, up and down, and I just stared in total disbelief of what I was seeing while my own young boner jutted hard in my pants. He started out slowly, but soon was fucking her fast, just slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. He would drive all the way into her, and then almost all the way out, in and out and in and out. He seemed to be on his knees, with his hands out to her sides, next to her shoulders, and as he was fucking her he would lean down and kiss her tits and sometimes her mouth. Still, he fucked her, never stopping, just shoving his big dick in and out and in and out. I had the thought that dad would not be pleased. I had seen my father royally pissed once when the neighbors dog tried to mount our own pet dog, and on that occasion my dad had told me flat out to shoot the dog in the ass to get it out of our yard. Thats exactly what I had done too, my slingshot doing the deed and sending the dog off yelping and screaming as it hauled ass and ran away. I thought of that as I watched my sisters boyfriend pumping his cock in and out of my sisters pussy and I just knew that what I was seeing now was a much bigger deal than two dogs trying to get it on. I had no idea what my father would say if he knew this was going on, but I knew for certain it wouldnt be pretty. I stared, in awe really, watching what I could hardly believe. As the teenage boy fucked her he began to sweat, and soon enough his back was literally glistening. His body was perfect, his big thigh muscles rippling as he worked, his powerful buttocks solid muscle and driving his cock deep with every thrust. It was literally as if his entire body was designed just to do what he was doing. His legs were covered with a thick, blond down, but other than that his body was totally smooth. He was clean-shaven, with a face that still looked much like a boys, although he had a wisp of blond hair sprouting across his upper lip that was just barely noticeable. It was a long way from a mustache, a very long way, but still it seemed to accentuate his manhood. As I stared at him, and his perfect masculine body, it occurred to me that in a very real way, Jason was an eighteen-year-old fucking machine. My sister seemed to enjoy every minute. But I wasnt interested in her, not at all, and instead I just stared at him, at his skin and his muscles and his cock and his balls. And, as I watched him doing it, sweating and working his cock in and out of her pussy, I was totally fascinated by his balls and the way they were swinging. Her boyfriend had big balls, a lot bigger than mine, and as he sweated they hung between his legs, swinging there as he fucked her fast. I stared at them, and at his cock going in and out of her hole, and as I was watching it being done my sister started to moan. I had heard the sound before, when I had listened with my ear to her door, only now I could see what it was that she was moaning about. My sisters moaning really turned the boy on even more, if that was possible, and after that he started to fuck her even faster, and as he did so his balls started to draw up, tighter against his body, his big nut sack tightening up as if for a purpose. As I stared and watched and listened, I also slowly had the thought that this was wrong. It was all a big secret, a secret from me, and from my parents, and as I watched them fuck I started to have the thought that I was watching something that should not be happening. I dont know when it occurred to me to think about stopping it, but slowly I started to feel like I should be doing something, although exactly what it was Im not sure I ever really thought out. I do know this. As the fucking between the two of them intensified, I opened the closet door, slowly and carefully. Even now Im not sure what prompted me to do that, but at least partly I think it was because I wanted a better view. There was a squeak on the hinges that scared me, and an even louder clink sound when two of the steel ball bearings in my pocket clinked together. Luckily, the two teenagers didnt hear anything over the album and the noises they were making, and they were so busy doing what they were doing that I probably could have made a lot more noise and they wouldnt have noticed. Carefully, I crawled out of the closet, and was on my knees, my eyes level with her pussy and his dick, staring just feet away from the very foot of the bed. Needless to say I was watching everything from only a few feet away, and I had a perfect view. I could see every blond hair on his balls, and his strong legs that were driving his cock in and out of my sisters vagina. I could even see the ring of hair around his pink little hole, and the sweat that glistened across his back and seemed to run down the crack of his ass. He was grunting then, slamming his cock deep with every stroke, and I suddenly had this urge to do something. It was then, as I was watching them and thinking I should intervene, that it occurred to me to shoot him in the ass, just as my father had once told me to do with the neighbors dog. It was almost like I could hear my dad telling me to do it, and it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I dont know why, even now, but I distinctly remember thinking that my father would want me to, and so without really thinking any other thoughts I reached around to my rear pocket and pulled out the Wrist Rocket that I always carried there. I reached into my side pocket, and fumbled for one of the big steel ball bearings, and then carefully I slipped it into the leather pouch and then took a full draw. The boys ass was going up and down, up and down, his cock sliding in and out and in and out with every single push of his hips. Faster and faster he fucked her, and she was screaming then and he was sweating like a pig. I hesitated, taking aim, staring at the center of his right cheek and thinking about shooting it. He was moving it so fast it was a blur, his hips rising up and down, shoving his cock in and out like a jackhammer. I think it was his moving that made me wait, trying to find the right moment to make certain I didnt miss. Then, just before I let the steel ball fly my sister screamed even louder, and at the same time Jason yelled out OH GOD...IM CUMMING KATHY! He made a final, deep thrust, shoving his cock right to the hilt and burying his manhood right up to his balls. And then he just stopped, holding his cock deep inside her pussy. He grunted then, tossing his head back and looking upward, and as he did he yelled ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! His entire body started shuddering as he ejaculated his load of semen into the rubber that covered his dick, buried deep inside of her as her pussy pulsated with her pleasure and literally gripped his rod and massaged his pole, milking out its load of cream. Looking back on it now, and knowing what I do, I can tell you without any question that they came together, my sister and her boyfriend, grunting out their feelings as he shot his teenage wad. Perhaps it was the way he grunted, or perhaps it was because he stopped moving as he ejaculated. Perhaps it was because my eyes were on his balls and not on his ass. Or, perhaps it was because of the things he had said to me. Perhaps it was a combination of those things. I dont know really why, but I do know this. As I hesitated and watched him ejaculating his sperm into my sister's pussy, I made a decision without really doing so. It was more of an idea than a decision, but for whatever reason, in less than an instant and without giving it any real conscious thought I shifted my aim point from the center of the right cheek of his ass to the sack of balls that was hanging between his legs. It was just a shift, a slight change with the hands, from one target to the next, and then without another thought I just opened my hand and released the pouch that let the steel ball fly. I was less than six feet away and I had a full draw on the slingshot. There was a swoosh sound and a snap as the elastic bands recoiled their energy and accelerated the big piece of steel to several hundred feet per second. It shot across the space between me and his balls in the blink of an eye, and then literally, it slammed into his scrotum dead center, castrating him in an instant, the big round ball bearing pulverizing his bag of testicles and destroying them in a flash. There was this strange THWACK sound that came with the impact, that somehow was louder than his grunting, and with the sound his entire scrotum just exploded, much like the head of a squirrel explodes when it is decapitated. I saw everything; the flash of blood, the steel ball slamming into and through his manhood like a bullet, and in that single instant I became more of a man than he would ever be again. He jerked his ball-less cock out of my sister's vagina and then screamed a loud, shrill, animal-like scream that was unlike any sound Ive ever heard. I don't think he had any idea what had happened, and needless to say, I didn't stay around for him to figure it out. Instead, I turned and ran, running like the wind as I ran from the house. Before I cleared the front porch they were both screaming, and it scared the hell out of me, I know that much for sure. I ran, fast, and into the woods, and while I half-suspected him to follow he never did. Of course, he probably wasnt able to. Nevertheless, I ran and ran and ran, and I didn't stop running for a long damn time. There really isnt much else to the story. And I still dont even know exactly what happened after I castrated him. For one thing, I never saw him again, and my sister has never said a word about it to me. Never. But I do know this. My father came home a couple of hours later, and by the time I went back home the boy was gone and the police were there and much of the story had already been told. When my father found out Jason had been fucking my sister, he was mad as hell, and that seemed to be the overriding issue as far as he was concerned. To my father, I was a hero, and even the police did not seem that angry with me. As for the story, I just told them I had been home sick from school, and that's how I caught that boy fucking my sister. I implied without really saying the lie that she had begged him not to. I told them that I hadn't know what to do, but I had wanted to save her, and thats why I had done what I did. They had a lot of questions about what I was trying to do when I shot him, and I just told them that I had tried to shoot him in the ass but somehow I had apparently missed. I was just thirteen, and I made it all sound very convincing. Still, the police made me go and get my slingshot, and I did, but the one I retrieved was one of my older ones, since I didnt want to give up the Wrist Rocket I loved. They confiscated it, for evidence, and then one of them set up a soda can on the stone wall and then he asked me to use the slingshot to knock it over. Of course, everybody knows that slingshots arent very accurate, or at least thats what they think, and so I sure didnt think it was to my advantage to let them think otherwise. So, yeah, I tried to shoot the thing, while the cops watched, but Im not stupid and in three tries I never hit anything. After that they quit bugging me and nothing else ever happened. At home, to my father's way of thinking, I was a hero, and had saved my sister, and she wasnt about to admit she had wanted to be fucked so with her silence she only collaborated my tale and that made it all even sweeter. In the end the authorities didnt do anything to the boy either, but I suppose they figured losing his balls was enough of a lesson. I dont really know what happened to her boyfriend after that, except that I never saw him again, and any interest he had in my sister must have disappeared when he lost his balls. Of course, word travels fast, and in school the word got out, and I was respected even more after that. While no one knew precisely what had happened everyone knew I had castrated my sisters boyfriend and that was enough. My sister never said much to me after that, and even today she won't talk about it. As for her love life, it was pretty much over for a while, needless to say, and as it turned out she had to wait until college before she got another boy willing to go out with her. Of course, she had to walk to school too, and I really got a kick out of that. Yeah, its funny, looking back. As for my Wrist Rocket, I just never did much with it after that. For one thing, it didnt seem too smart to be out shooting targets anymore, and besides, after what I had learned from my sister and her boyfriend my own dick had taken on a new importance and that soon took up all of my free time. Within days it seems I was pumping it regularly, shooting out my own loads and pumping out my seed with my fist as often as I could. I would pump my dick and think of his, and how he had driven it deep into her, and I must have had many a daydream about Jason and what I had done to him. Yeah, after that day I had a fascination for sex, and soon enough I found my own willing friends and after that things just went everywhere. Thanks to Jason and my sister I suddenly knew what girls were all about, and it wasnt long before I had my own girlfriend flat on her back and with her legs spread wide. Yeah, I was into girls after that big time, but whenever I fucked a girl I would think of Jason, and as I would slide my own cock in and out of her pussy I would remember him grunting as he savored the feeling just before I shot off his balls. Sometimes I still think of Jason, without his balls, and wonder if he misses what he no longer has. I can still see them there, swinging between his legs, his big fat sac hanging down and defining him as a man as he slid his cock in and out of my sister's hole in the final fuck of his life. Yeah, thanks to him, and to my sister, I have learned that sex is a lot of fun, regardless of who it is with or what role I am playing. I dont know why I like it so much, but I suppose it all goes back to my sister and to the gift she gave to me and to the boy that fucked her. Yeah, it all goes back to that, to Jason, and to his balls. [Authors note: © Copyright February, 2006. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. 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