Release The Kraken

There's nothing quite like it, the feel of
 
the cul-de-sac between my legs
 
the beautiful shaft that lies above.
 
With or without its fur, the bag and it's contents are always welcome playmates.
 
At the inner top of each testicle lies the epididymis.
 
That's where it's stored, the spooge.Confined to barracks until the shaft above fills with blood.
 
But more is needed for release.
 
A hand, some unguent and imagination.
 
Working together, like the 'three amigos', the dance begins.
 
Perhaps another orifice needs attention.
 
Several fingers or something silicone will do?
 
Slow at first,to gauge the feel and rhythm required.The pace quickens along with the heart rate.A clear drop of delight on a reconnaissance mission appears to survey the surrounds.
 
Target found, release the motherload.
 
Nothing quite like it.
 
Ok ok ...it's better with two.