[Billy Twee] Filipino Flips for Pumped Dick

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I've blogged before about how much I enjoy vacuum pumping and how pleased I am with the results. Yes, you can increase the size of your dick, most certainly temporarily and with religious diligence, permanently, as well. Our Puritan culture asserts that you cannot increase the size of your dick without surgery but how the hell would they know...they who pretend that a penis is merely for procreation? Just because they hate theirs, doesn't mean you can't love yours. And then they'll tell you, oh well, yes, maybe you can increase the size of your dick, but it won't be by much. Oh yeah, well, when it comes to dick, 1/4 inch is a lot, and a whole inch is possible but it will take a long time, and as I said...you must pump it up...religiously. Praying to Jesus won't help here.

I like to pump up before I go out to the bars or when I'll be wearing jeans or hell, I pump it up whenever I go out. With my pump it takes about 30 minutes to get a plump fat dick, and then I'll wrap it up with a twisted black sweatband. I can't get a cockring on it after I've pumped.

And then I go out.

Last week I was at a popular bookstore on Market St. A regular bookstore not a dirty bookstore, there aren't any of those anymore on Market St, they're all on Polk St. or SOMA. So I'm wandering around when I notice a shortish, middle-aged Filipino guy kind of hanging around, not quite following me but always keeping within view of where I am. I spend a bit longer than I need to, looking over books that I don't care about, because he's like wanting to be teased and I was in the mood to tease...my fat cock was clearly bulging through my jeans which aren't that tight, but definitely show a good roll.

When I get to a more desolate corner of this bookstore, this Filipo guy gets fairly close, crouches down and pretends to look for a book on the shelf closest to the floor. And then, after pausing for about ten seconds, reaches up and cops a feel. Just enough to squeeze my sausage. And then he's up and outta there. I walk over to the main aisle of the bookstore and can't see a sight of him. He got the hell out of there right quick. It's like maybe he thought I was going to report him to a clerk or something. In the 1950's, this is what might have happened, and the police might have been summoned. But in the new century, this is merely quaint behavior, rather charming actually in that one can find his desires satiated in such an elementary and primitive way.

And did I want this to happen? I don't know and I'm not going to give it much thought. I just wanted to write that some more souls are still trapped in the last century. And some have advanced to one step beyond staring with a nose pressed up against the window. They're actually touching.

I'll continue to pump, taking the lead from the late, great super pornstar and businessman Al Parker, who didn't invent but certainly popularized vacuum pumping. Old Al probably used to pump up before walking down to the local 7-11 for a pack of cigarettes. I may not be there yet but I'm getting there, getting off on those poor souls who reach, grab and run.

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