Connoisseur of Cocks

Some girls like men's asses, and, I must admit, they're nice--nice to look at, nice to spank, nice to massage, nice to kiss. There's nothing wrong with a man's butt, but, for me, its his cock and balls. There's nothing sexier.

What do I like about a man's genitals? Everything! (What's not to like?) I admit that I prefer a circumcised prick. I love the way that, without the foreskin, the glans is always exposed. I love the bubblegum-pink, acorn-shaped tip. I love the silky smooth skin of the shaft. I love the wrinkled, satiny flesh of the scrotum and the egg-shape balls within. I love a flaccid cock. Soft and limp, it seems vulnerable and needy. I love the power I have to make this spongy, drooping, wilted stalk of manhood thicken and swell and rise to stand upright against my man's pubes. I love to stroke and rub and tease and pinch and knead and massage his genitals with my hand. I love to take his erect penis deep into the warm-soft-wetness of my mouth. I love the feel of that rigid column of flesh stretching my asshole as it fills my rectum. I love the sight and feel of his thick, viscous, white semen spewing over my tits and belly, warm from his groin and salty to the taste. A cock has a life cycle of its own, rising from wilted impotence to erect omnipotence. I love making it rise to its true potential.

I keep photographs of my lovers' cocks. I have a dozen of them, each with 100 pages. There are black cocks, brown cocks, white cocks, yellow cocks, erect cocks, flaccid cocks, semen-spewing cocks, sperm-smeared cocks, cocks equipped with small balls and big, circumcised cocks, and uncut cocks, thick cocks and thin cocks, short cocks and long cocks. Each and every one is beautiful in its own way, and no two are exactly alike (except for the Templeman twins'). To paraphrase Will Rogers (who had a beautiful cock and balls), "I never met a cock I didn't like."

The trouble is, even in the best photograph, a photograph of a cock and balls is still just a photograph. The beauty is there, but not the life and there must be life in a cock to enjoy it to the fullest extent--or, at least, the semblance of life.