Re: Not for Roger
Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2020 2:48 pm
rogerwpbfl (imported) wrote: Mon Mar 30, 2020 12:36 pm LOLOL... the openings are bigger but these eggs still aren't sliding easily into Gatorade or any other bottle. I imagine there will be a lot of pressure and pain letting one get sucked in. No way would I try both, I'm not turning them to mush.
They won't turn to mush. They'd be hard-boiled from all that heat.
The best part would be the trip to the ER where you'd need to explain to the nurse how you were just hanging around naked in your bedroom. Then, without looking you accidentally sat on a 16oz Pepsi bottle.
Having seen everything from light bulbs to barbie dolls in guys rectums she's not going to be impressed. Then she sees your two everlasting gobstoppers in the bottle with the sailing ship you put in there.
See? That is how you explain it. Just tell her that your huevos rancheros are stopping further construction on the USS Dreadnaught and you are only bothering the ER staff because with the COVID-19 you need to stay home and finish construction of the ship in the bottle.
When the doctor comes in she is sympathetic and wants you to be able to finish your ship. So, having established the priority that the ship must be built she strokes Ranger softly. You know to examine him. Then in one very quick thrust, she yanks the bottle down. First, nothing happens.
Ranger is the only one enjoying the yanking - then again, he always has enjoyed a good yanking.
The nurse says what they always say when the pain is horrible, "take a deep breath." It doesn't help, but they say it anyway.
Slowly, your right sorcerers stone pops out to join your magic wand and swells up to twice his normal size.
"One down and one to go," the doctor is still squeezing Ranger for leverage as the other T-Ball size gonad joins his buddy.
With two balls swollen to the size of melons, the doctor gently moves the bottle to the exam table so as not to rock the boat inside it.
For purely medical reasons she needs to examine your testicles. Absentmindedly holding Ranger she rolls your sore basketballs in her fingers, "can you feel that?"
Holy crap on a cracker! You moan a bit as waves of pleasure cascade from both Ranger and your abused hard-boiled eggs, "sorta, I mean I can almost feel something", you lie. You mind is wild and Ranger does not want the exam to stop.
"Let's try the other side." The doctor moves her small hand over and as she does she brushes your trimmed bush.
Ranger can take no more and with a giant super spurting sound, a waves of heated Ranger spunk fly towards the bottle and knock it off the exam table. The next supersonic blast of ball butter hits the exam light and dims the mood just a bit.
No warning, no hint she was going to do it and the Doctor lets go of Ranger. He's pulsing for someone to touch him and wave after wave of his scrotum sauce leaks out weakly. Ranger is now super pissed off and still horny as hell.
The doctor says, "If you need anything more come back", and leaves the exam room. The best news is that the ship in the bottle is fine and you can go back to building it.