Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2008 01:55:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: 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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