Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 07:39:07 -0600
From: Timothy Stillman <comewinter@earthlink.net>
Subject: PENIS TALK

			       "Penis Talk"

				    by

			     Timothy Stillman


Let's talk about your penis for a minute. Mine's hard, just
thinking about it. Your penis been giving you joy and
frustration and embarrassment since at least seventh grade.
Now in college, it is your dearest friend. It knows what it
wants. It is not the wild stallion you read over and over
about in the two or three gay porn novels you've been able
to steal from the one gay book store. It's more humble than
that. It is a season of happiness and it's always New Year's
when it pops. And the champagne is rather wonderful, isn't
it? Coming warm and white and thick just from you?

You've loved him the entire freshman semester, haven't
you? He looks younger than you and he is pure treasure.
For the first time in your life, you know what the phrase I
would lay down my life for him means. And he has a
girlfriend and she is pretty. And he is straight and it's the
beginning of one sided love, isn't it? But right now, it
doesn't matter. You're in your dorm room alone. You're
naked on your bed. Doors locked. Roommate away for the
weekend. It's Friday night. You're a little tipsy from the
Apple County wine. Cherry flavored.

You are holding your penis. Go on. Hold it. Take it out of
your jeans or briefs now. Get totally naked like your
counterpart here. You love the way it feels. You love the
idea of touching yourself all over. Your roommate talked
you into watching a porn film last week. Lesbian. The
women were pretty, some of them. And it was kind of
interesting to see close ups of some cunts and spread legs
and ass holes and piss holes. And that turned you on.
Because the boy/man you love was in the room with the
four of five guys with you. Watching.

You know they were all hard. Even you. You know he was
hard. You put your arms now around your chest. You hug
yourself. Say the dearest name in all the world. You grind
your hips into your bed. You imagine him on you. And
feeling your hard on. Odd phrase, but it says it somehow,
doesn't it? And you are not alone. Your whole body feels
warm in the warm air with the winter in abeyance outside.

You've always loved your penis. Look down at it now.
Take a moment. Massage it. Do it like you always do it
when you want to have the biggest cummy of all. Stroke it
and feel it warm and spongy. Look at the veins in it and
check out the head of it, the helmet of it. Stroke your balls
till they get tight and hot. I've got all the time in the world.
I'll wait for you. I want this to be for you. I want you to be
happy. Rub your fingers on your chest. :
Play with your nipples. Lean back and wet your lips with the
tip of your tongue.

I want you to be naked with me. Yep. I'm naked now too.
And stroking my hard on. Which I bet is nothing compared
to yours. Lean over the computer and feel yourself leaning
over. Close your eyes and imagine you leaning over to kiss
him and he raising up to kiss you. And you both start
giggling like the girls in the porno movie. But not empty
headed like they were. But in fun. And tangled in each
other's sexuality. It's good being him. I'll be him. For you.
Just for you.

Whatever he looks like, that's me. I've come into your heart
and I tell you this: I love you. Say it to me. Say you love me
too. And take some time now. Get that tingly feeling in your
dick. Like I'm between your legs now. On your bed. Your
legs on my shoulders. And I'm putting your cock in my
mouth and it's delicious. Its so nice and hard/tender that it
makes my penis shoot up even taller, like it's doing right
now.

We might have some sex toys, if you want. We might enact
some of those scenes in the novels you stole, if you want.
We can be naked all weekend. I can stroke your butt and
part you and hold you and feel the good green warmth of
you. I want you, man. I want your dick in my mouth right
now. I've got it in my hot mouth right this second. I'm
going up and down on you. Your hands are on the back of
my head pushing up and down. You are sighing. Take time
now. Move away from the comp. Imagine, or remember or
keep in mind for tomorrow. I want to be between your legs.
I want to play with your balls. I want to suck you and suck
you like you are a piston and I am a great gulf sucking all
the love out of you in order to put all the love into me.

And then you can do the same if you want.

Don't worry about cumming. Don't worry about having a
Kleenex handy. No need. You are in me, in the cave of my
mouth, as you reach to my penis and rub me and jack me
and I sigh and moan at the same time you sigh and moan. I
love you, baby. I love you from the first time I saw you
walking across campus. I thought, god, what am I doing
with a girl, when I could have you. And he's doing it too,
now. In his room. Alone. Remembering the porn film of the
women, which gives his conscience license in a hurdy gurdy
roundabout way to think of stroking your manhood while
watching the film. Helping you out sort of. Friend like.

I look up at you.  You look at me for a long moment. It
turns you so on that I have your cock in my mouth and I'm
mouth fucking you.  That you see my hard on bouncing up
and down I am mouth fucking you so hard and fast. And my
ass bucking. I'm eating you alive, my love. Nothing in the
world has ever tasted or felt this good. Licking a tip out at
your balls now and then. And your pubic hair. As my hands
rub over your pert taut nipples. Tickle them. And your
navel. Say my name. Shout it. At least inside if you can't
shout it out. We are boys. We are naked. We are making
out. We can't have enough sex ever with each other. We
have to have more and more.

Then. Your back is bent like a bow. Ready to fire off the
arrow. I see your eyes closed and your mouth open and wet
and sighing. I see your hands bunched into fists as you
clutch the bed spread. I feel your legs against my ears, hard
and hot and just perfect. Man, I want you forever. Man, I
never want us to be anything but naked. God, your dick is
throbbing. It's big and hot and it just is on the verge of
cumming. Print this out and take it to bed with you tonight
and use it to jack off? Please? I'm humiliating myself like
this for you. So you will see how much I care. Who else
would humiliate themselves for you like this? Who else
would put their--head--in a guillotine like that for you?
What do you think love is, then?

And you are pushing my head up and down and you cum
and it's wonderful and it's liquid you, liquid soul, manna
from love, heart from dream, and in your heart is in your
cum and your love that you're pouring into me. Pour it in
more. Your heart is not in your throat any longer. It's in
mine. Jack off in my mouth. I'm the true love. I'm the
magic. I'm the one who won't turn you away. Or desert
you. Or betray you and act as though he has never heard of
you.

I'm the single most important person in the world who will
worship you till the day I die.  I am the one who lives and
dies on your worshipping me. No one is more important.
No one.

You were great. You were splendid. God. I hold you and
we are wet together. And we say I love you. Together. And
we mean it. We really honest to Christ mean it.

It's hot in this room, isn't it? Let's do me now. And then we
can dress and go out in the snow and the cold and have a
snowball fight and run and be happy and hold hands and we
will be holding hands with each other. The rest of our
eternal boyhood night. Hold me tightly. Now. For good
luck. And then we'll continue falling in love.

It only gets better.