The never ending stories of the schizophrenic With a porn addiction

Part 1: the whistle man

as I carefully un zip my Jean's I see a figure in the distance.
"mabey it's my mom on her daily stroll around the house" I continue un zipping and letting my little baby maker free until the figure gets closer. I try to turn my body so they cant see my beaf jerky but they keep getting closer. All I want is for them to move so I can get to work. after several minutes the strange figure dost leave " might aswell get to work" I crack my knuckles and starting rubbing. As I start to jerk vigorously, remember I forgot to grab lotion. groan as I feel my thick log start to get hot. Out of nowhere the figure, which I now realize is josh hutcherson 2014 whistle edit, walks towards me.
He whistles as he spits onto my aching red hot cock, reliving some of the pain. "Thanks bro" say to the strange man, but all he replies with is with a whistle.
As I look into his eyes, I start stroking my length again gently. I start to pick up speed, eyes still locked with joshes, as I say to him "no homo bro" he replies with "can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby, here we go!" And with that I start jacking so fast my entire thingaling almost flies off,but dosent. After around 30 seconds, I feel myself about to explode, I'm the edge of ecstasy, and I nut all over the man's face. With that he disappears with one final whistle...