If I had one
I’ve been thinking lately about what it would be like to have cock. It’s hard to imagine that I would do anything else but play with it all day. Perhaps more accurate would be to say that when I imagine my clit being a few inches long – well, of course I want to reach out and hold it – duh!
But more than that, with a clit, you can of course hold it, play with it, love it up real good, but it requires a certain gentleness due to the sensitivity, and a certain care, just for the geography of it. You gotta get it just right to get it at all.
But with a cock, well now, you can just reach down and grab the thing! Grab it real good, tug and squeeze, pull and twist. I imagine that I’d get a really good grip and just pull for a long time, then maybe just caress and fiddle with it, like while I was reading or waiting at the bus stop. Well, maybe not the bus stop, but I would be tempted.
Yeah, pleasant thoughts, these . . .
I imagine that I would want to touch it, explore it, in just about every possible way I could think of. Try this, try that, what’s this feel like, how’s that work?
I once saw a guy who had apparently done just that – figured out just about every darn thing you could think of. He’d turn it this way, pull the scrotum that way, twist another way – and make little characters – a bagel, and elephant, a bowler hat, superman, you name it. I laughed myself silly – more, I think, than any one else there (it was a small performance). Now maybe I know why. I would be doing just the same if I could. I recognized my own, uh, propensity?
It always surprises me, though, when men come in and - well, of course they know how to jerk off, but they rarely know how to deliciously pleasure themselves. Or if they do, they don’t let on.
Almost always, they do say, after I’ve given their tender parts some loving attention with my hands – hold on here. The operative word here is loving attention. That does not mean a jerk off. It means smooth oiled hands around the hips, up the back and belly, around underneath, moving seamlessly up the thigh, across the crease onto the scrotum, holding the weight with respect and lusciousness, hands reminding them that their cocks are part of their body, not some thing out there that has to be gotten off as quickly as possible so as to decrease the tension without increasing the embarrassment. No sirree – I do mean tender loving care.
Anyway, almost always, they will say – I’ve never been touched like that! Then I often think of their wives or girlfriends, how I would love to teach them, to open this possibility to them together, to release her from the doubt and mixed feeling of touching this way.
And, I have to say, after I had been doing this for a few years, I had an epiphany one day last year. I was struck, in a much deeper way than ever before, with the beauty of male genitals. (I had had that experience with females some 15 years before). I mean, I already appreciated them, respected them, enjoyed them, cared for them as part of the person, and a very important and powerful part. But that day, with a lovely set in my hands, I was just struck by the beauty. The sheer beauty.
Went right to my heart. Which is, after all, what beauty does.