never extended below the bottom of his balls, so he had never seen it. While his balls still looked the same as always, it was the small baseball bat sized appendage extending more than halfway to his knees that was occupying his attention that morning.

Standing upright he realized that his morning piss was way past due, so he made his way over to the toilet watching the fat member between his legs bounce off his upper thighs as he walked. Lifting the seat, he took his normal stance a foot or so from the bowl, but decided at the last minute that he would put his new tool to the test. He had never been able to piss into a toilet without holding his penis in order topoint it down, and he idolized the men who could. So he moved forward a bit so that the large head of his penis was dangling over the bowl, and without using his hands to support it, started to push.

He normally looked forward to his morning pee and the relief it provided, but that day was completely different. For some reason there was an intensity to the event, and as he strained to start the flow, he felt what could only be described as a hot poker being rammed down his piss tube from the inside out. At first Jake was concerned, but the need to pee overwhelmed the concern, and he continued pushing. When the first of the urine escaped, he nearly fainted from the feeling of