Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:15:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Lickerish <richardlickerish@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cock Snob Chapters 9-11

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  Cock Snob

  By Dick Lickerish

  Chapter IX: Sensual Sketching


  As the early morning light filtered through the bedroom window and French
Doors I sat on the love seat across the room making a sketching of Jason
sleeping. Sunday morning's rays illuminated the pose of the youthful body
sleeping on the bed, capturing the essence of innocence. The scene was
reminiscent of Leonardo Di Capro's character making the sensual charcoal
sketching of a nude Rose in the film Titanic. Jason lay sprawled on the bed
positioned just right for me to capture his sensuous beauty and purity. He
was wearing only the loungewear garment I'd given him a few hours
before. Two pretty pink nipples dotted his chest as it rose and fell with
each shallow breath. God, he looked so peaceful, beautiful and innocent as
he slept.

  After a sensual session of foreplay a few hours before I'd discovered the
naïveté of my young friend sleeping in my bed. It is said, beauty is in the
eye of the beholder, and although Jason's beauty was not that of Adonis,
David or Donatello he was becoming. His physique was not the well-defined
muscular definition of Olympians or ancient Greek warriors, but he was
beautiful to me, inside and out. I'd discovered not only a beautiful
attributes on the outside, but also a rare inner beauty. I think Jason's
unsophisticated seductive way, so pure of heart, along with alluring brown
eyes and attractive smile were what had tempted me to risk it all and go
for the pot of gold.

  Throughout the previous weeks after that first meeting I'd been tempted;
tempted so many times to find a way to see Jason naked, revealing his
hidden treasure. God I wanted him in the worst way, but fear of the unknown
and better judgment always seemed to prevail. There was something sensual
about Jason that held my interest in him over the many weeks since our
first meeting in the library.

  At that first meeting I'd been attracted to his intellectual prowess as
well as the subtle sex appeal he projected. A young man who read and
understood philosophy was rare in today's culture. Then after more
encounters there was the subtle sexual allure. The first day we met and
began getting to know each other I couldn't believe he was a jarhead or a
young person from contemporary culture. He just didn't present like other
young men that I'd known throughout the years. His demeanor and vocabulary
was not repugnant.

  The only time I'd heard him use vulgarity on a regular basis was when
he'd become sexually aroused. Any other time I found him to be an
articulate, caring, compassionate, and the more time I spent around him a
truly sensitive person. Over the weeks I'd gotten to know him in-depth. All
of that and the speculation as to what treasure was hidden beneath his
clothing held my interest all those weeks.

  Finally, after dropping his draws in front of me and his foot touching me
in the hot tub I couldn't contain my lust for my younger friend any
longer. I decide to make my move, take a risk and live with the
consequences. I'd touched Jason's nipple by accident; however, when he
didn't rebuff my accidental sexual advances, he quietly told me he was
ready for more. I knew from that point on there was a chance for further
sexual adventure and went for it.

  After nothing but erotic nipple play I discovered the super sensitive
nature of Jason's pronounced little nubs. I'd brought him to fruition
rather quickly with nothing more than tactile nipple manipulation. Then
after that we'd moved to the boudoir for much more sincere foreplay. We
spent hours where we did nothing more than caress and cuddle before any
serious sex. Just before daylight I took him in my mouth, whereby I
administered an early morning blowjob. The oral sex didn't last much longer
than the orgasm produced from nipple play. He came within a couple of
minutes of my mouth engulfing his full member.

   I knew I had my work cut out for me when it came to Jason's premature
ejaculation problem, but knew I would enjoy bringing him around. The weeks
of waiting to see the young warrior naked, to touch his flesh, the powerful
orgasms he produced had all been worth the wait for me. I was impressed
with my young protégé and sure I'd found my perfect partner with the
perfect penis. Now, the young Leatherneck lay sleeping peacefully totally
spent after the romantic romp on my bed.


  Chapter X: USDA Prime

  Although I thought I'd found my ideal partner in Jason with what I
considered to be a beautiful body and sexual organs there were questions
that need to be answered. The stand out question, did he feel the same
about me? Was I what Jason was looking for in a long-term partner? How
should I go about moving forward with our relationship? These were all
issues the two of us were going to have to discuss in depth. I had to find
out whether Jason wanted a meaningful relationship or just sleazy sex? Did
he want a monogamous relationship with me and could he be happy with a
partner who was ten years his senior? These were questions that were
cluttering my mind early that Sunday morning as I watched him sleep. I
needed answers; however, I didn't want to press the issues too early,
possibly spoiling our relationship and putting him off. I decided I would
let the weekend play out naturally, watching and waiting to see how things
went between us.

  For weeks I'd been captivated by the Marine's charm; however my secret
yearning throughout those weeks was to see the hidden treasure beneath his
clothing, which was finally revealed. The weeks of waiting had been worth
the wait, I'd gotten to see the hidden body and attributes I'd been
dreaming about; moreover, I was enamored by the young man's cock. He didn't
have one of those mammoth porn star members, but it was adequate. The main
thing, it was beautiful piece of meat.

  As I held Jason's hard member in my hand admiring it a few hours before I
judged it be about six inches long, considering the width of my hand is a
little over four inches. In the dim light from the table lamp I estimated
there was about two inches protruding past my closed fist. I couldn't close
my fingers all the way around the girth of his hard cock, so I estimated
the circumference to be about five and half, maybe six inches. More than
size Jason's cock was the beautiful; the oval head, the way the head flared
back to a prominent coronal ring around the bell base. All those things
impressed me more than size.

  Throughout my years of sexual experimentation I'd never really been into
quantity, but more into quality. Jason truly had a quality USDA Prime cut
of meat as far as I was concerned.

  Since grade school I'd chosen quality over quantity whenever
possible. Like most boys however I was envious of guys with the larger
dicks that I would see swinging around in the locker room and shower. I
remember some of the boys had larger cocks until about the second year of
high school and then we all seemed to even out. Of course there were a few
guys that had extra large dicks and they seemed to remain the envy of boys
and girls. The stories about these high school swordsmen made there way
through the school by way of the informal grapevine. Boys like me wanted to
see these stallions fully erect, to touch them, while the girls wanted to
get them into bed to try them out.

  My memories from high school and college days were that I was attracted
to boys with a pretty penis, more so than larger ones. I never considered
myself a size queen and never judged guys solely on the size of their
equipment; however, guys with ugly fuck sticks didn't stand a chance in
hell with me. They didn't get past that first secret meeting; I didn't
waste my time on a guy with a bent, deformed, disfigured or discolored
dick, and I sure didn't tarry when a cock had hair growing up the
shaft. Believe me I'd seen my share of cocks over the years since my first
sexual experiences and at least fifty in the fully erect state. I'd seen
the good, the bad and the ugly.

  I definitely preferred good looking cocks during my sexually active
years. About a dozen select cocks fit into that prime or choice category
according to the parameters I'd set for judgment. I'd set a high standard
for comely cocks; moreover, I would say only a handful were what I
considered true works of art. Most of the cocks I'd encountered in my life
had been mediocre, and yes, I'd seen at least a dozen cocks I like to call
Fugly: fucking ugly cocks.

  My preference is cut cocks over uncut ones; however, I've made exceptions
for a few uncut guys with super good looking schlongs who can reveal a
gorgeous glans. For me the defining attribute of a beautiful penis is the
cockhead. There is nothing more aesthetically pleasing to me than an
exposed gleaming glans sitting atop a straight timber. My eyes are
attracted to a circumcised cock like a beautiful work of art hanging on
display, whereby I immediately want to stand back admiring it before
dropping to my knees kissing it and making love to it.

  In my life there have been what I consider to be, maybe, five or six
truly beautiful works of art hanging on guys with whom I'd had sex. You've
guessed by now that I enjoy a great looking cock for my sexual pleasure. My
mouth waters whenever I'm in the presences of a guy with a spectacular
appearing cock. I salivate viewing a guy's gorgeous gleaming glans in all
its uncovered glory and then touching it when it's all puffed up and
radiant appearing.

  The splendor of a spongy pink cockhead with its crimson coronal ring
sitting atop a tall timber for me is a truly majestic appearing thing. The
young man lying on the bed across from me probably had one of the most
awesome appearing fuck sticks I'd seen in a while: a true work of
art. Maybe that was what caused me to blurt out the childish remark upon
first seeing him nude. When I viewed the beautiful semi flaccid cock
hanging off his body I became overwhelmed by its beauty. Then when I viewed
the fully engorged member a few hours later the sale was closed as a car
salesperson would say. Jason possessed one of those rare beautiful art form
cocks. I wanted it and him all to myself as a partner forever.


  Chapter XI: Chocolate Croissant

  I let my memories fade as I finished the sketch. Once it was done I left
it behind on the loveseat. I walked out of the bedroom, leaving Jason
asleep. The aroma of fresh gourmet coffee brewing enticed me towards the
kitchen. I was looking forward to a cup of coffee along with a warm
croissant, my Sunday morning treat. I treated myself to fresh croissants
and special blends of coffee on weekends. I guess one could say that I'm
somewhat of a coffee and pastry snob, much like my cats that only ate Fancy
Feast from little crystal bowls.

  In the kitchen my two pampered pussy cats circled at my feet purring
wanting breakfast. After feeding the cats I put a pat of pure butter on the
top of a Chocolate Croissant and slipped it into the microwave. I poured my
first cup of gourmet coffee for the morning, adding a dash of Amaretto
flavored creamer and then stirring the blend. With my cup in hand I walked
down the hallway to my home office to check my e-mails: nothing but
SPAM. From there I went to the front door to get the Sunday morning paper.

  Back in the kitchen I recovered the warm buttered croissant from the
microwave, heated up my coffee and took a seat at the table. I skipped the
usual negative bull shit in the local, national and international news,
going straight to the comics. From there to the sports section; about half
way through the section Jason entered the kitchen rubbing the sleep from
his eyes, carrying the sketching in his hand.

  "Good morning sunshine," I said with a smile, "there's coffee made and a
chocolate croissant for you in the box."

  "Thanks."

  Jason put the sketch pad on the table and poured himself a cup of coffee
before sitting down at the table next to me. The sketch pad was lying
between us where we could view it. Jason pulled the pad closer to him,
studying the drawing.

  "Good likeness," Jason said after taking a swig of coffee.

  I could tell that Jason probably never relaxed to enjoy a cup of
coffee. He was still a little rough around the edges from his days in the
Corps. He took his coffee black and threw it back hard, half emptying the
cup in two gulps.

  After downing the coffee Jason said, "You know I find out more about you
and learn more from you everyday."

  "Same here," I said looking up smiling.

  We both sat at the table in silence wearing nothing but loungewear pants,
drinking our coffee. I would sip and savor mine while Jason drank his in
large gulps. I was amazed that he didn't burn his mouth. I gazed across the
table longingly at Jason, watching him drain the last drop of coffee from
his cup. He got up putting the cup on the counter and then walked around
and stood behind me. After a few seconds with his hands resting on my
shoulders he bent down and began kissing me on my neck. I tilted my head
back giving him great access and accepting his loving gestures.

   As his lips found the sensual areas along the side of my face and neck
his hands began a journey down the front of my body. His finger tips roamed
around, finding my nipples he began stimulating them. Almost immediately my
pink nubs snapped to attention at his touch.

  "Oh my, someone else has sensitive nipples too," Jason whispered in my
ear as he continued fingering my hard nubs.

  "Uh-huh."

  "Thank you for last night," Jason whispered in my ear, "You made me feel
so alive. I'm still floating around on cloud nine somewhere.

  Again, "Uh-huh," was all I could get out.

  "You took me to places I've never been before," Jason murmured.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said softly.

  Jason bent over taking my left nipple into his mouth. He began working on
it like I'd done to him the night before. I moaned with pleasure and then
said, "I'll give you about an hour to stop that."

  He murmured something unintelligible as he softly bit and licked my hard
nips.

  "Don't you want breakfast?" I tried to ask, "There's a chocolate
croissant in the box on the counter."

  His mouth finally left my nipple and he said, "I'd rather have this."

  I scooted my chair around to provide benign beginner better access. He
seated himself in my lap facing me. Once in my lap his arms encircled my
neck and he began kissing me. He continued kissing my neck passionately,
cooing in my ear like a content cat purring.

  "Don't you dare put any marks on my neck," I said, "I've got a faculty
meeting tomorrow morning."

  "Chill. I won't mark you up."

  "Okay, I said feeling my cock waking up."

  "Oh my, I think I feel something hard knocking on my backdoor," Jason
said with a smile as his bottom gently gyrated around in my lap rubbing my
hard cock.

  "I'll give you another hour to stop that," I said.

  "Then we'll be here for a couple hours, huh?" Jason said as he slid out
of my lap dropping between my legs onto his knees, repositioning himself
with his face in close proximity to my crotch.

  He began kissing my hard stomach and belly button. He temptingly began
untying the waist string on my loungewear pants and then unsnapped the top
button, opening it to expose my hard cock. With his hands on the top of my
thighs he began sniffing around and kissing the base of my cock. Finally,
he gingerly grasped my cock at the base and then began gently kissing and
licking the head of my cock.

  "Oh Jason don't."

  The novice neophyte looked up at me saying softly, "But I want to. You
took care of me three or four times last night, I lost count. Now it's my
turn to return the favor."

  Jason went back to kissing and licking my dick. I could feel the tip of
his tongue entering my piss slit as if he was teasing the curl from the top
a Dairy Queen. He was going after the precum that was oozing up from the
depths of my balls. Then his tongue circled my corona, again and again as
if he were licking the head of a frozen dairy product in a cone. He kissed
up and down my cock shaft lovingly, finally returning to the head. I was
moaning and groaning with pleasure as his mouth and tongue work its magic.

  Suddenly, Jason stood up. He untied and dropped his loungewear pants,
stepping out of them, exposing his burgeoning boner. I wanted to take his
cock in my mouth for breakfast, but Jason positioned himself in my lap. He
grasped both cocks together, leaned in kissing me and then whispered in my
ear, "I think it's time to introduce the two; hopefully they're going to be
friends for a while."

  "Oh God, I hope so," I responded breathlessly.

  Jason held our two cocks together for a while, rubbing the two cockheads
together. God, the feeling was so sensuous. Then he slid down my front
again, returning to the kneeling position between my legs. He began to
slide his warm wet mouth up and down my cock, sucking my dick in
earnest. In a matter of a couple minutes I felt an orgasm building in my
nuts. For the first time sucking my dick Jason was performing like a
consummate professional.

  "I'm about ready to cum!" I blurted out as a courtesy warning, "If you
don't want to get any spooge in your mouth you can finish me off by hand."

  Jason didn't respond and didn't bother removing his mouth from my
member. My nuts began to tighten up; I arched my torso forward, unloading a
pent up load of cum that damn near choked him. He continued nursing my cock
until I found myself forcefully pushing him away saying, "That's enough."

  "Wasn't that so much better than coffee and croissant for breakfast?"
Jason asked with a big smile.

  I just smiled back as my young friend smiled up at me. I think Jason had
just answered a lot of my questions. I secretly hoped I'd found a partner.
A partner with whom I might find a sense of inner peace and sexual
satisfaction forever. God, I wanted him for eternity.



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