He was laying down on a large bed, eyes closed, silently breathing. His legs were slightly apart, giving you room to carry out your worship. You lay on your stomach between his muscular thighs, presented with it.
It feels like it’s towering over you. An emotional reaction to what you see. This was the object of your desire, your passion. *The fountain.* This was the monument you worshiped. A hard pillar, like a spear of flesh. His fat cock.
It was erect, with its full veins visible and pulsing. A hard cock. This was your fountain, the fountain that gave you that which you desired above all else. Beneath the cock rested his two large, shaven testicles. Round, full balls, fatter and more impressive than any you had ever seen. So important, they created that which you craved, the seed you were addicted to. You could see them slowly contracting and expanding as if they were breathing, churning out that load. To you they were the most beautiful balls in the world.