Also being a history of the scrotum -
how it's used and how to maximize its
size.
Copyrighted 1989 &
Uploaded by KENT NOLL
(Kip's older brother)
Oakland, CA., U.S.A.
for
FOLSOM ST.BBS, S.F. CA

They all said about the Noll family that we were a bunch of
hellraisers. And, in large part, they were right. Ma didn't
have six boys, all of 'em strapping, all of 'em curious and
alive, for us to sit around the farm and just feed the pigs.
No, when chores were done before dinner, we were out back of the
barn or down the road in the woods suckin' each other off or
fuckin' the sheep or havin' our asses licked by the new colt.
While I don't have time here to describe all of our developmental
experiments and the process of just how the Noll Boys grew up,
I do have a few recollections of why three of us went on to
bigger and better things than the farm, how all of us Noll Boys
became STUDS in our own right and how we contributed our share
to the betterment of humanity. This is that story. . .

Oh, yeh - I'm also gonna tell how how to stretch your balls!

If your Pa brings you up right on the farm, you soon learn that life
is one round of sex. Sheep fuckin', pigs fuckin', horses fuckin'.
Even the chickens do it if you're up early enuf to watch. And if
you're the oldest of six boys, like me, you take an interest in your
younger brothers. By the time I was fifteen, Kip was fourteen, Marc
was twelve and the last three ranged down to eight years old.

Natural that Kip and I were best pals, stuck out there twenty miles
from town, Pa's health none too good 'cause of the injury in the
Korean War. So we developed young - big and strong. And we were apt
to ask each other about life, rather than Pa or Ma. Experiment a lot
with each other.

Still, it was Big Al from the farm down the road that first fucked
me. Guess I was twelve, Al maybe eighteen. Big fucker, six-two or
so, lotsa hair, fair-sized cock and the most lickable set of nuts
that I had ever seen. With his balls slapping my backbone that first
time, I resolved to try to get my own nutsack to his size someday.
I'll tell ya, the best part of gettin' fucked was the communion of
Big Al's nuts with my lower back. Hell, it was better than any
massage guy or gal ever gave me. There's a bundle 'o nerves in your
lower back; if a guys nuts are big enough - AND HANG LOW ENOUGH -
your major pleasure isn't going to come from your prostate, it'll
come from your lower back.

A FARMER'S HISTORY OF BALLS

You've seen 'em: bull and a heifer fuckin' along the roadside.
You've seen a horse at stud, maybe heard him whinney when he got
close to cummin'. Unless you've farmed, you probably haven't seen
pigs fuckin', but they do. Hell, if you've owned dogs long enuf, you
damn well know that a bitch in heat will lick your nuts, NOT your
cock, in an effort to get you interested in her.

KENT'S FACT ONE: THE BALLS ARE THE CENTER OF DESIRE

So, it's no wonder that both Kip and I figured something was up when
that Shepard bitch kept nuzzlin' our nuts every time she was in heat.
Kip fucked her, alright, and I was right behind him - fuckin' him!
We soon knew, after he came in her, but she didn't, when that dog
again licked his nuts while Kip was lying back, well we knew she was
onto something. . . A dog is like any other animal: loaded with
smarts. I know, it's popular these days to figure animals don't know
shit. I'm here to tell you, my friend, THEY DO! You don't find any
domesticated animal with inhibitions, prohibitions or any kind of
conditions when it comes to sex. If they're interested, they go for
it!

Why does the dog go for the nuts when she wants you to fuck her?
She'll lick your nuts because she instinctively knows that without
a loose, swingin', comfortably hanging set of balls, YOU AIN'T GONNA
GET A PROPER HARD-ON. In short, your nuts have to be comfortable
before your insides tell your cock to get up and interested.

For you nay-sayers, let me ask you: when have you jumped in the pond
in early Spring - cold as hell - that your nuts didn't shrink up?
Could you ever get a boner goin' when your nuts were shrunk up into
your body? No sir, I'll bet not. That's why I say a dog bitch in
heat will always lick your nuts to get you aroused. That even goes
for a male dog, if he's fucked you before. He, too, will nuzzle your
nuts first, wagging his tail as his cock grows, while you lie back in
pleasureable anticipation.

This is true for our bovine friends, too, though less seen. The
heifer will apply her generous tongue to the bull's hangin' sac if
she's not been fucked by that particular bull before and if he's
smart enuf to enjoy a little foreplay. Granted, most bulls are dumb
fuckers - they just go for the cunt, wham! bam! thank you, mam! -
before a young heifer can get around to her natural massage.

Heck, I have an American Indian friend (he's a Ute from Durango,
Colorado) - hung like no human ever seen, gotta be fourteen inches
when erect (nice guy, too; but that's another story) who swears his
Grandpappy told him years ago the story of the Buffalo Nuzzle. It's
the Indian legend of how man and buffalo shared this great continent
before the White Destroyer got to it. It involves lots of ball
lickin' on both sides. . .

As final proof of the therom, why do so many of you guys like to suck
cock? Because, m'friend, the suckin' and lickin' instinct is built
right into you. You enjoyed tit as a baby. You sucked your thumb
when Ma's tit wasn't around. And now you suck cock because - in large
part - the action itself recalls subconcious pleasure you had as an
infant. Cock is merely a sublimated extention of tit.

KENT'S FACT NUMBER TWO: remember this, it'll always stand you
in good stead:
>>>>>> "When In Doubt, WHIP IT OUT!" <<<<<<

That goes for your balls as well as your cock. Nothing inhibits our
society more - (paradox here) - or more contributes to lust and desire
than clothing. It's true. The source of frustration and the source
of sexual desire is one and the same: clothing.

THE NUTS: A HISTORY OF COVERING THEM

The Bible speaks of "girding your loins". Sweetheart, they weren't
talkin' about your cock! Their talkin' about your swinging nuts.

Why does today's boy in gym class, today's stud athlete in Olympic
competition, the hot leather fucker in the Folsom Street bar wear
a supporter? To keep him from pain. Should his nuts be grabbed or
hit or in anyway sustain a blow, he's gonna save himself some agony
if the ballsac is up close to the body.

(Cheap aside: By the way, not enuf of you hot studs are
taking advantage of modern technology and design. The outfit
you may have seen advertised, known as International Male,
sells a hell of a good ball supporter and up-out-fronter
in swingin' color even, that considerably improves on the
supporter's basic design. This thing helps tuck in the
tummy for you older farts, extends anybody's balls and cock
out just enuf so that, worn instead of underwear, you both
feel great and look great. Wanna tell ya, since wearing
mine - they're three for twenty dollars or seven dollars
apiece - both guys and gals at the uptight place where I work
have been mighty appreciative. Also sold through The
Undergear Catalog, which is owned by the same folks in
San Diego or Hanover, PA. I don't get any cut on these,
but I personally know the model they use, having fucked his
ass many a time. Aside from his fanny, these things are
the best gig he's turned me on to. Jesus! I can hear 'em
way back in Hannover protesting, "Our models are all
straight!" Bullshit, baby. Any dude that enjoys his body
enuf to pose ain't straight; 'least they enjoy snuggin' up
to cock as much as to pussy... By the way, any of you
dudes out there know Brian Buzzini of NorCal who also
models for I.M.? I wanna meet that fucker!)

Now, as I was saying before the commercial:
The History of Swingin' Sacs hit a high point before the Modern Era,
to which we're only attempting emulation. I'm speakin' Middle Ages
here, the Time of The Codpiece.

Don't know 'bout you boys, but give me a good 13th Century painting
any day. Hell, beats old (late) Salvador Dali hands down. Because
that's what they did before the Codpiece: put their hands down.
And a fella wasn't covering his cock - he was covering his balls.
The codpiece (so nicely afforded a starring role in that Master
Cinematic Talent, Stanley Kubrick's "A Clockwork Orange") was made
to achieve three things:

1. Cover the balls in modesty, yet keep them relavtively
accessible to both fondling and body warmth.

2. Allow rapid uncovering of same and the cock so one
could either piss cleanly or prepare to fuck with the
quick pull of a leather string.

3. Show your gear to a world that wonders only ONE THING
of a man (I don't care if it's philanderer or philosopher,
if it's farmer or fucker), to wit: How's That Sucker
Hung??? This, incidentally, is a largely unknown
subject that is central to my next dissertation: the
White male subjugation of both Black and Brown, based
entirely on Penis and Scrotum Envy. Unspoken. Heady
stuff.

Basic both to the Codpiece and to the modern supporter/jockstrap/
underwear of the day is one fact: YOU CAN'T SELL (your ass, cock,
balls) WHAT YOU DON'T ADVERTISE (by prominently displaying same
under your trousers). But, now, to the core of the thesis: namely,
that you will improve your chances in life no matter what your sexual,
religious or ethnic proclivity if you only PUT MORE INTO YOUR PACKET.

Here's how to do it. . .

THE DANCER'S TREAT

Why do so many male ballet dancers add goodies under their tights?
Why is the bull symbol of strength, of prowess in the stock market,
of societal hierarchy?
What's unspoken in the accolade, "He's got BALLS!"

Authority, m'friend, and power. That's what it's all about,
whether you're talkin' Roman Legions over Judea, the primacy of
American military strength, or the political prowess of the Chairman
of the Supreme Soviet. Whether it's ideas or money, whether it's
success in the sack or on the street, authority = power = balls.
And conversely, Balls add up to Power, to Authority, to Accolades.
I'm going to help you extend your ballsac and then extend your power.
(Not bad for a dumb farm boy, huh?)

THE PAYOFF

Because both Kip and I - and later, Marc, too - were close observers
of animal nature (which, never forget, is OUR nature, too), I feel
at one with the Creator in bringing you what will become something
of a panacea in our own times.

Man, especially Gay Man, adventures. He yearns to break the bonds
society places on him. He quests, my friend. And God loves a
Questor! Questors are the basis of progress, they are the foundation
of society, unsung in their own time, beatified in successive eras.

I'm going to stretch your sac. 'Cause I know you'll feel better,
look better, get more pussy or succulent ass (whatever your
preference) and contribute more to this modern day. I want you to
become in the philosophical sense what is at the core of your being.
And I sincerely hope, my friend, you'll both experiment and try
variation to my techniques included herein. Too, I trust your
endeavors will be proud accomplishments you'll feel joy in displaying,
lessened only by that modesty you feel necessary.

WHAT YOU PAID FOR!

Vacuums to keep yer nuts stretched are a handy and easy substitute
for a heifer (or another guy) around the place. You've seen plenty
of ads for vacuum pumps, both manual and electrified, to stretch
your pecker. Let me tell you, THEY DO WORK! (If only while you have
an erection when using them). Nothing is permanent in this life,
'cept maybe getting older. . . and getting less! So, don't expect a
miracle, but vacuum pumps do work, and they'll work best if you use
your ingenuity.

The 'Lectric Sucker

At a flea market, I once bought a small over-the-shoulder GE vacuum
that does wonders for my computer. It has a five-foot hose that also
does wonders for my dick (getting it off) when both it and I are
turned on working at my desk. Matter of fact, this is the best
accessory you can have when viewing this BBS's porn files, either
picture or text. The vacuum is designed to get you off, clean a
keyboard and even blow air up your ass if you reverse the hose.

However, there's not much pull to these small vacs - so I suggest
you invest from $39.00 to $59.00 for an industrial strength SHOP VAC.
These are sold at most every lumber/hardware/tool/mailorder store
and are good for suckin' up both lots 'o dirt and lots o' liquid.

They're advertised under a number of trade names and range in
capacity from 5- to 12- and even 20-gallon capacities. Don't kid
yourself, you'll never shoot more than 5-gallons of cum at a time,
even if you're pissing into the thing afterwards. Get the small
one: $39.99 on sale, regularly 49.99. As the ad I have for one
here says, "Cleans up messes an ordinary vac would choke on!".

Careful, though! Lots of suction to these, unless you have an
especially small sac, put your hand to the thing first to feel
the power. Chances are, you'll need to adapt the small hose end
to something larger to accomodate both of your balls at once.
Most any mailing tube can be adapted with a little shipping tape
or the like. And, bear in mind, these shop vacs make a lot of
noise, so don't expect Mom to believe you when you power up
at 1 a.m. and have to come up with the lame excuse that you're
just cleaning your room. She'll know you're getting your rocks
off - and stretching 'em - unless you're home alone.

The Silent Solution - costs Absolutely Nothing!
Needs No Electricity!

Vacuums are for infrequent fun. You need something to stretch your
nuts, to grow 'em larger 24-hours a day, whether on the road or
doing what comes naturally. You need a ball-stretcher, the passive
kind.

I know there are dozens of leather-shop varieties of ball separators,
extendors, Englishman's Delights, Arab Delights and all that kind of
store-bought shit. Herewith, the absolutely free, no charge, easily
found substitute we'll call KENT'S REVENGE.

If you've weren't born with an ass-slappin' set 'o nuts - and most of
us weren't - then, how in Hell did some dudes get sacs that can tickle
the middle of your back while they're fuckin' you? Training,
m'friend, training and constant application.

Modern medical science says that the nuts on 90% of American males
are the right size to slip through the core of a toilet roll. Ever
looked at that thing that comes inside a roll of toilet paper? If
not, do so now! You don't have one handy? I'll bet there's a toilet
paper roll core not ten feet from you right now, whether you're at
home, on the job or walking down the street. Find a john. Close the
door. Remove the TP from the roll core. (Next time you run out of
Toilet Paper, just remember to SAVE THE CORE).

Now, with the core, note that any moderately sharp knife can easily
cut the core into rings of various sizes.

Start with a one-inch ring made from a toilet paper roll core. Just
measure the total core (4-&-a-half inches), put a pencil to the one
inch mark, then cut through the core with an Xacto tool or sharp
knife. There. You've done it! Created the first step in a longer,
suaver swingin' set of balls any man can be proud of.

Now, as the core can make more than one one-inch ring, do this: make
a one-inch, one and a quarter inch, one and a half inch, leaving over
the surplus which can be thrown away. If you're at the office, put
the newly-cut TP core rings into your lunch sack so as not to attract
attention. Don't get caught trying 'em on the first time in public.
Your co-workers are apt to chid you, "Hey, dude, been reading that
cock-swallowing, ball-suckin', ass-lickin' Kent Noll, again, huh?"
And you'll suffer embarassment. That is NOT why we're here.

Now, in privacy, push your right nut through that one-inch core ball
ring you've made. Science tells us most men have the smaller ball
on the right. Push it well in, pull on the skin to get it all the
way through. With another well-placed finger or two, now push your
LEFT nut through the tube. (You should find that the one-inch ring
is a good place to start.) If your right nut absolutely will NOT
go through the one-inch ring, you may be packin' more swingin' meat
than the majority of us and you'll just have to drop by your mail
room where you work or your stationery store to buy a larger diameter
mailing tube. Same techniques and applications are true for those,
too.

By now, both your nuts are through the ring. Ignore the hard-on
you've developed. If you're of an experimental frame of mind and
HOT TO GET THOSE NUTS LOWER soon, you'll probably want to graduate
this session to the one and a quarter, even the one and a half inch
tube ring you've made. If you've been at it a few weeks, you'll find
you should be able (depending on Mom's toilet roll supply) to get both
those nuts through a one and THREE quarters inch ring.

Experiment. Have fun! Wear your new tube to bed. Wear it to work
underneath your jockstrap (or the extremely effective International
Male Thermal Jock referred to above; stock # AO24; now also available
as the Body Tech Brief, but in soft, stretchy 50/50 cotton/poly
interlock weave for daily wear. Same price: $7.00 each, 3 for $19.50)

If you work in the Financial District of a major American City, as I
do, you'll soon be pleased to note newly appreciative glances at your
crotch as you go to lunch, to the store or out on errands for the
boss. These glances will come from both guys and gals. They may
be accompanied by a slight smile. Be appreciative! And when these
envious glances are accompanied by a licking of the lips of the
appreciator, GET THAT PERSON'S PHONE NUMMBER! They're tellin' you
you've got a hell of a sac and - chances are - they'de like to
swallow it.

Please be advised you are on the road to success in the world of
fuckin'. You've turned a new leaf and taken control of your destiny.
Whether you're commercial (available for fuckin', but at a price) or
whether you just give it away, you have done two important things to
your life:

1). You've started to stretch that sac and show those
suckers you can swing with the best of them.

2). You've done your most for our up-tight society, giving
visual pleasure to all by increasing the apparent size
of your gonads and - 'til we get cod pieces popularized -
you've helped strike a blow for freedom, knowing that
absolute freedom is going naked.

So, bear in mind, "WHEN IN DOUBT, WHIP 'EM OUT!" You'll feel
better and so will society.

Please address your comments, suggestions and indications of how
much success you're having to me, in care of this BBS. Warning!
Do not attempt to patent this device. I have patents pending on
cut-up sections of toilet rolls from the Neenah-Menasha Paper Co.,
the Mosinee Paper Company and the Great Northern Paper Company; &
will shortly be proceeding with Georgia Pacific. If we figure
there's enough market, we'll sell the things in fancy colors,
extendable sizes, et al. . .

And, stay tuned, next time old Kent will tell you tales of actual
guys who can swing thirty-pound weights from their balls. Of guys
who can fuck two people at the same time, one with their nuts, the
other with their cock, and still have their mouth free for action
on a fourth. And you'll relive my own true adventures of vacuum
fun with animals on the farm. All in the next exciting episode of
BALLSAC! Right here on this convenient BBS. . .