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Breaking a Dick – Aftermath of Valentine


Breaking a d!ck – Aftermath of Valentine
Friday was to be a special Val for me. I had it all planned out; it was a friday and I arranged leaving work on time. My sweethrt had come in the previous day and all was set for the blissful val. Double date with my friends and their dates; hang out; shoot pool, play chess while the ladies gossiped. Then this crazy idea of playing football came in from one of my friends and we bought the idea. We got a ball, dressed with our sports kits and headed to a nearby school field.
It was a great evening! Played ball while the ladies watched and urged us to kick some balls. With passion to impress our ladies, we were trying to outdo each other. We played out our hearts; taking short breaks to gulp chilled water and refresh our supply of mints and chewing-gums. There was this bizarre moment when my friend scored a goal and decided to strip [email protected] in celebration mood. Lol…not stark [email protected]; he had his pants alone! It was fun watching him run around the pitch [email protected] while his girl screams and runs after him, picking up the clothes he discarded on the process.
The val night was an anti-climax. Not much fun. Every joint we hit had a mammoth crowd inside. We kept driving from one joint to the other to find a convenient place. In some joints, it was hard to even get a sit; to get an attendant and worse still, to get a cold drink. We tried out the night clubs and it wasn’t any better. We letter settled in at a VVIP section of a night pub. It was okk…ate, drank and danced till we got tired and drove home. It was fun…
Now here’s the weird part…
I got home with my sweethrt. Showered and got ready for bed. Although we both were exhausted, we decided to ruffle the sheets a bit before calling sleeping off. Started with the usual ritual of foreplay, got her in the mood with the smooth caress and gentle strokes of the fingers. Teased her nipp’le.s to w€tness while she stroked my back and thighs. I glided into her effortlessly as she spread her thighs wider to receive all my thrust. Slowly and steadily, I rocked my way into her; easing in and out slowly to let the pleasure sink in. After few minutes of continuous thrusts, I turned her around as she knelt on the bed, pointing her ar’se towards my hips in anticipation for the next style… I knelt, held the ar’se and patted it slightly as I slid in; this time, hitting it hard as she let out light m0ans.
Then something snapped…
I felt an excruciating pain on my laps. It was as if my thigh muscles was about to erupt in flames. It twitched, contracted and went into spasm all at once. I let out an agonizing pain as I pulled out of high and fell on the bed clutching on my thighs. She stared at me with confusion in her eyes. She asked if she broke it…
Well, the previous day when she came, we both watched the 5th season of Gray’s Anatomy; the episode where Dr Sloan broke his dckk muscles while fvckiing little grey. Dr Sloan was a renowned flirt at Seattle Grace Hospital who, just like me, loves s£x a lot that he could do it anywhere, anytime, anyday, with anyone. When he started flirting and fvcking with the younger sister of Dr Grey, little Grey, they started engaging in spontaneous s£x. This faithful day, they hid in the call room and hit it off; only for the rough s£x to backfire on Dr Sloan’s dckk and it broke. The situation was almost same as mine. The screams from Dr sloan was almost same way I was screaming last val’s night. The same horrifying look on little grey’s eyes was the same on my girl’s eyes. Same question little grey asked Dr sloan was same my girl was asking me now….
“Did I break it?”
I was still in pains but I managed to shake my head. I wasn’t clutching on my dckk; it was still very much er£ct and ever ready for more action. I was clutching on my thighs; I had a hamstring; a very painful one.
I’ve had a hamstring in one or two occasions before; but nothing as painful as I was feeling now. I’ve had one painful hamstring inside the swimming pool of Marble Arch hotels; at the 14 feet side. It was more of a terror than pain. I was scared I was going to die as I couldn’t flap the legs to keep afloat. I was drowning slowly as I beat my hands on the water to see if I could maintain buoyancy. I was lucky to be swimming near the edge of the pool; with more flaps of hands, I was able to grab the edge and ease out of the pool. That was just a terrifying experience; what I was having right now was a painful experience! Pain was more agonizing than terror!
My heart kept pounding as I started sweating profusely. I still clutched my thighs and screamed agonizingly. At this stage, my girl was terrified. She asked again if she broke it and I shook my head once more.
“I have a hamstring!” I managed to say between closed teeth and clenched fists.
“Ham…what?” She asked; oblivious of the effect of thigh muscle contraction.
“Muscle-pull!!!!” I screamed in the language she’d understand.
“Is it paining you?” She asked.
At that moment, that was the most stupid question I’d ever heard! But thinking about it right now, I felt she was scared and didn’t know what to say or do.
The pain was excruciating. I tried to straighten my leg but it was as if the muscles of the thighs were welded together with an iron electrode. I clutched on the thighs for few minutes, trying so hard not to scream out my lungs. She applied pressure on it and it seemed to be lessening the pain. I lay on my belly as she continued applying pressure on it.
Well, it took a full 45 minutes before the muscles unlocked. I finally managed to sleep when it did.
This morning, my girl was all smiles; a mischievous smile. I asked why she was smiling and she burst into full laughter. She said she broke me last night and it was a big deal for her. She said each time we have s£x, she’s the one doing all the screaming.
“Listening to you scream last night made me feel like a super-hero.” She concluded between smiles.
Well, no need to burst her bubble. I let her bask in the euphoria of breaking me. No need to tell her it was the football activity I engaged in the previous evening that led to the hamstring. She’s feeling fly like little grey and I’m all like Dr sloan. I’m grateful it was my thighs and not the d!ck that got broken.
Right now, the thought of that very-painful experience is scaring me away from s£x. I feel I would get the cramps again if I engage in s£x; so I’m staying off for a while. But not for too long; a s£x addict will always be a s£x addict; hamstring or no hamstring; we’ll keep fvcking!

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