Men love to take pride in their cock, and I am no different. I love my cock: it’s long, thick, and natural (7.5 x 6.5). But I also feel some silliness in taking pride in its size, as that is a gift of genetics. In truth, I know my cock is not really different in physical shape or size than every other penis, if you give or take an inch or two. So let me try to add some character it, supplementing a physical description with its personality.
For me, my cock is something of a toy, combining the fun of silly putty, a slinky, an erector set, a squirt gun, and a dildo or vibrator. But it’s also something magical and mystical, at once primal and spiritual. It’s part of my animal nature, but I also see it participating in the life-force of nature, a generative force, a carrier and transmitter of love, kindness, care.
I discovered masturbation to orgasm in an unusual way. As a young teenager, I loved having a boner, but didn’t know what to do with it except to enjoy its stiffness. One afternoon,, I fooled around wrapping an Ace bandage around my erect cock, and the pressure from the Ace bandage just acted to set it off, giving me an orgasm that took me by surprise. Damn, I was so naïve; I didn’t know what had happened, and I had trouble doing it again. Then I found in our house a marriage manual, and I read about using Vaseline as lubricant. So I tried putting Vaseline lotion on my cock, and then, lo and behold, with some slip-sliding, I was coming. This time I knew what was going on and how to repeat it.
I loved masturbating as a teenager. One weekend when I was sixteen and alone in the house, I wanted to set a new record: I invented fantasy after fantasy, making myself come 12 times in 10 hours. My favorite fantasy was to masturbate thinking about sex with older women. I was of the generation of Mrs. Robinson and “The Graduate.” During my first marriage of 21 years, when sex became infrequent or non-existent, I masturbated, time and again, in the shower.
I like to think of my cock as a strong, interesting character, with a mind of its own--something of a happy-go-lucky character, a character of some patience, tempered in its strength, always ready for a good laugh, always ready to be moved by that which delights it, a character that is very good company, who loves and respects women, a character who is not belligerent or arrogant, but playful and with fortitude, a character who loves a challenge and who does not mind the attention of women, and some flattery, and some lingering, and some listening to its desires, its needs, its joys.
My cock is natural (or uncut), which I love: its not a victim of slash and burn pediatrics. The foreskin, of course, makes it easier for the cock to be played with, by myself, by a woman. It also makes the cock a bit more mysterious and more playful in a good way. My cock is capable of a doing a little striptease, as I can hide or unveil its tip. I love looking at it in particular during the summer, when I am tan from the sun, with the white area set off in contrast against my tan skin.
I have no nicknames for my cock, nor do I talk to it. It enjoys a high quality lubricant for sex, but I use no lubricant during my own masturbation, as the foreskin enables me to do an easy game of slip-and-slide. I’ve trimmed my pubic hair on occasion, including shaving my balls.
I absolutely love to engage in mutual masturbation. I love do unto myself before the eyes of another woman so she can learn how best to do unto me (and vice versa). I love it when a woman’s massages my cock with its own cum after an orgasm. It's an amazingly exquisite feeling...almost too much too take....like relentless tickling.
I first experienced it when I was with a woman for the first time after my divorce: When in bed for the first time, she asked me to play with myself, and she just watched and studied me...and played some with herself. Then, finally, she asked me to come for her, and when I did, she cupped her hands a Men love to take pride in their cock, and I am no different. I love my cock: it’s long, thick, and natural (7.5 x 6.5). But I also feel some silliness in taking pride in its size, as that is a gift of genetics. In truth, I know my cock is not really different in physical shape or size than every other penis, if you give or take an inch or two. So let me try to add some character it, supplementing a physical description with its personality.
For me, my cock is something of a toy, combining the fun of silly putty, a slinky, an erector set, a squirt gun, and a dildo or vibrator. But it’s also something magical and mystical, at once primal and spiritual. It’s part of my animal nature, but I also see it participating in the life-force of nature, a generative force, a carrier and transmitter of love, kindness, care.
I discovered masturbation to orgasm in an unusual way. As a young teenager, I loved having a boner, but didn’t know what to do with it except to enjoy its stiffness. One afternoon,, I fooled around wrapping an Ace bandage around my erect cock, and the pressure from the Ace bandage just acted to set it off, giving me an orgasm that took me by surprise. Damn, I was so naïve; I didn’t know what had happened, and I had trouble doing it again. Then I found in our house a marriage manual, and I read about using Vaseline as lubricant. So I tried putting Vaseline lotion on my cock, and then, lo and behold, with some slip-sliding, I was coming. This time I knew what was going on and how to repeat it.
I loved masturbating as a teenager. One weekend when I was sixteen and alone in the house, I wanted to set a new record: I invented fantasy after fantasy, making myself come 12 times in 10 hours. My favorite fantasy was to masturbate thinking about sex with older women. I was of the generation of Mrs. Robinson and “The Graduate.” During my first marriage of 21 years, when sex became infrequent or non-existent, I masturbated, time and again, in the shower.
I like to think of my cock as a strong, interesting character, with a mind of its own--something of a happy-go-lucky character, a character of some patience, tempered in its strength, always ready for a good laugh, always ready to be moved by that which delights it, a character that is very good company, who loves and respects women, a character who is not belligerent or arrogant, but playful and with fortitude, a character who loves a challenge and who does not mind the attention of women, and some flattery, and some lingering, and some listening to its desires, its needs, its joys.
My cock is natural (or uncut), which I love: its not a victim of slash and burn pediatrics. The foreskin, of course, makes it easier for the cock to be played with, by myself, by a woman. It also makes the cock a bit more mysterious and more playful in a good way. My cock is capable of a doing a little striptease, as I can hide or unveil its tip. I love looking at it in particular during the summer, when I am tan from the sun, with the white area set off in contrast against my tan skin.
I have no nicknames for my cock, nor do I talk to it. It enjoys a high quality lubricant for sex, but I use no lubricant during my own masturbation, as the foreskin enables me to do an easy game of slip-and-slide. I’ve trimmed my pubic hair on occasion, including shaving my balls.
I absolutely love to engage in mutual masturbation. I love do unto myself before the eyes of another woman so she can learn how best to do unto me (and vice versa). I love it when a woman’s massages my cock with its own cum after an orgasm. It's an amazingly exquisite feeling...almost too much too take....like relentless tickling.
I first experienced it when I was with a woman for the first time after my divorce: When in bed for the first time, she asked me to play with myself, and she just watched and studied me...and played some with herself. Then, finally, she asked me to come for her, and when I did, she cupped her hands a
round my cock for the first time and kept massaging me after the orgasm. The pleasure was so excruciating, I instinctively pulled away, but she kept hold of me, not letting me go, reducing me to beautiful agony.
