Dana was ticked off again. Fred could tell from the way his cock felt like it was going to shoot right off his body from how hard it was. His penis was so stiff and swollen he could have probably hammered nails with it, every ounce of his blood trying to cram itself into that limited space. As it was, the entire organ was a deep plumb purple, the veins bulging out like little cables. At the same time, he felt a squeezing sensation, like a tube-shaped vice attempting to squeeze his cock in paste. Were it not for the healing power of the Sex Magic, he was pretty sure his cock would be getting mangled with priapism and the crushing force.
The sudden attack hit him right as he was getting his mail, his cock tenting his pajamas lewdly, enough that even his thick robe didn’t help hide it. He dropped his letters and leaned heavily on his mailbox, letting out a loud grunt. He glanced up, noting the occasional glance and perhaps a chuckle from his female neighbors as they were out jogging or leaving for work. All could sense his intense erection, but none were going to bother helping him with it.
Dana was probably on her way to work as well right this moment. Someone had probably cut her off in traffic. Or she realized she was going to be late for work. Or she’d spilled her coffee on herself. Something quick, just a flash of anger, or so Fred prayed. He clutched the mailbox tightly, squeezing his eyes shut, and gritting his teeth as his cock began to quiver with even more tension, painful arousal lancing through his cock. “Come on,” he hissed to the air. “Let up. Please!”