In Praise Of My Penis

I want to sing a hymn of praise to my penis. Call him what you will - cock, prick, pecker, cherry-capped dangler, knobbly ape - he is the source of most of the pleasure of my waking hours. And in fact of many of my sleeping hours too. I swear he never sleeps. How many times do I wake up to find him up and throbbing, stabbing the mattress, demanding my attention once more?

He is so faithful. Mornings, he wants me to stroke him the moment I wake, or maybe he will respond with a tingle as the water from the shower hits him. The phone rings and he's twitching, hoping it will be one of my lovers who will talk dirty with me, or make a date for later on when my penis knows he will be the star attraction.

During the day, so many things seem to stimulate him - sights and sounds and smells. And then he will nudge me impatiently, wanting me to stroke him, hold him, grip him, squeeze him, pump him till my spunk rises once more. Sometimes I chide him gently. "For godsake, we are in a public place!" "Or, I can't! Not here! Not now!" but he swells with pride and blood anyway, and I am left with a problem that has only one solution.

Evenings, he starts to get hard again the minute I sit at my pc. He knows he is in for a treat: delicious porn pics, videos and stories, chats with other horny guys who drive him crazy with their fantasies of bubblebuttboiz and sissyboiz, steamy encounters in public toilets, cocks poked thru glory holes and the rest. Evening is when he is happiest, because he knows he and I will edge for hours teasing each other as we hold still seconds before that moment when it is too late to stop. Sometimes he teases me too. He will start to subside as if to remind me that he, not I, is in control. But he never lets me down. Even detumescent, he thrills me. In fact, sometimes he becomes even MORE sensitive and responsive when he is soft. And then, he sees something on the screen, or listens to one more account of sodomizing a willing prettyboi, and he comes up hard again, pulsating and twitching, driving us both crazy as we edge close to climax once more.

But for him, my beloved penis, my feisty phallus, all this is a rehearsal for those occasions when he finally achieves his goal. It is like coming home. A hungry wet mouth engulfs him through the anonymity of a glory hole or in a stolen moment in some dark corner with a buddy whose cock needs me as much as my cock needs him. He loves these times and it shows. See how hard he gets! See how proud he stands! See how his veins ripple as he slides into between warm wet lips!

And, the most glorious event of all, the moment when he is the life and soul of the party, taking center stage, is when he is caressed by lil fingers, naughty lil exploring fingers from some lil-one who is maybe enjoying mancock for the very first time. He is at his proudest now, responding to the slightest touch and preparing himself for that moment when he is poised at a delicious pucker nestling between the twin plump globes of this wicked lil boi-tease. And as he slides wetly-smoothly into that delicious boi-cavern, feeling that wonderful boi-pussy sphincter gripping him, he goes into overdrive and I have a real job to control him. "Let me fuck him hard!" he screams "I want to drive deep into his ass!" "I want to pump my manseed deep into his belly!" of course, there is nothing I can do to stop him now. Best of all, my pretty panting boi-love wouldn't thank me if I did!

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written by jackdegropier