CONSIDER THE COCK

“…My lover stands before me, at the foot of the bed, his lean-muscled body taut and flushed with the anticipation of immediate sexual release. His beautiful cock, fully engorged with his rich, red life’s blood, juts out from his lustful loins like a spear, like a weapon. The rounded globes of his balls below it promise a rich flow of fruitful seed. All of his body processes are focused on this one throbbing organ, and it looms ever larger, seeming to dwarf the surrounding body and persona to which it owes its own life. My own mind and soul are likewise focused on this swollen, powerful member, and the promise of pleasure which I know awaits me guides my eyes, until they see only Its one Eye, and are consumed by and with It…”

We have been together about four years, and we each know every inch of our respective bodies quite intimately. We know each other’s likes and dislikes, and buttons and triggers, and when (and when not) to push them. We had come home from work on a summery Friday evening, gotten casual, gone out for a light dinner and a movie, and stopped off at the neighborhood pub for a few drinks and to watch the end of a ball game. We were both becoming increasingly aroused, and as we walked back to our apartment building, we were kissing and cuddling like teenagers – in our neighborhood, we could do that safely.

We got into the elevator inside the building, and, with no one else around, the ride to our 8th-floor apartment was a long, intense, passionate kiss, with shirts coming unbuttoned and pelvises locked together as tightly as our lips. We tumbled out of the elevator and into our apartment, and straight to the bedroom. We sat on our usual sides of the bed, kicking off shoes and socks, and I had just finished removing my shirt when he reached over and pulled me down next to him. He stretched out on top of me, and our hands and fingers and bare feet and groins continued their dance of both lust and affection.

I stripped his shirt off of him, and my strong hands pulled his round bubble-butt closer into my warm crotch, as I opened my thighs to admit his presence. Our two cocks, both hard, were pressing against the fabric of his jeans and my Dockers, and wet spots were beginning to show on both.

He pushed up off of me, and slid down to stand at the foot of the bed. He reached up and unfastened my slacks, and slid them and my boxers off of me in one swift, fluid motion. A thin strand of pre-cum stretched from my piss-slit to my disappearing boxers for just a second before it snapped, like a long thread of silvery drool on a pillow, or a spider’s ensnarement on a dewy spring morning. He tossed my clothing to one side, and dropped his own jeans and briefs to the floor, kicking out of them, which started his already-turgid cock swinging like a pendulum, reminding me of Big Ben, as his cock chimed against his low-hanging balls.

“…My lover stands before me, at the foot of the bed, his lean-muscled body taut and flushed with the anticipation of immediate sexual release. His beautiful cock, fully engorged with his rich, red life’s blood, juts out from his lustful loins like a spear, like a weapon. The rounded globes