Cocks Have Character!

I think male genitalia is beautiful. Cock, balls, yeah it's a beautiful thing. About ten years ago I hadn't realized this yet, although I had this overwhelming urge to photograph my own cock. It had been a lingering fantasy for a long time, but this was before the days of digital technology. Photos had to be professionally printed at the time, and the technician was sure to see.

The first closeup I took of myself naked was with film, outdoors, on top of a large rock outcrop. The feeling was amazing, my cock stiffened immediately under the attention of the lens. At that moment I realized that a lot of the thrill of watching pornos was imagining fucking someone under all those lights and cameras, that the exhibitionism aspect was that much more enhanced. Once my cock and balls got out there under the sun, exposed and scrutinized, knowing that the film technician would get an anonymous glimpse of my sunlit erection, I knew that I wanted more. I craved having my cock the focus of the lens.

My first digital camera was purchased practically with the sole intent of taking lurid closeups of my dick. I wanted to document every stage of erectness, every shape, size and character that my cock is capable of. But for years I couldn't even get a shot of it soft, because every time I reached for the camera to take a picture of it in that stage, it would bulge up before I could even turn the camera on. To this day I have not gotten a shot of my dick in the most flaccid, shrunken turtle head way it gets, because it always reacts a little bit before I get the picture off. That shot of my smallest state has alluded me like the giant squid alluded science.

Erections are monumental symbols of power, strength and pride, standing tall and firm. They are like pillars of sex, a flesh obelisk of pulsing, throbbing, cum delivering passion. Cock is a pipe organ of pleasure, a heat seeking missile designed to fuck. The shape is purely penetrative, intended to deliver the payload as effectively as possible.

A cock wants to feel its head pushing against a wet hole, to feel the rim succumb to its stiff mass, to feel its head part open the entry and slide in. To be gripped on all sides, enveloped in warmth moisture, to be sliding in and out, plunging in balls deep, the smooth friction along the shaft and tickling of the head, this is why a cock exists in this world: to fuck.

Some cocks stick up, some straight out, some straight down, some one side or the other, some curved, some bent. Cocks come in as many shapes, types and sizes as trees, and each one has infinite stages of hard to soft, shriveled to swollen. Individualistic and unique veining, ripples along the shaft, a muscular thickness, aggressive character, and a sinewy, tenacious sexual physique.

The ball sack that accompanies the dick has just as many personality moods, stretching, bending, moving, adjusting. It is the temperature regulator, pulling the nuts in close when cold and letting them out when hot, constantly adapting to microscopic environmental factors.

It wasn't long after I started photographing and filming my own cock that I accepted the urge to see other guys cocks. Just to compare, I told myself at first, but soon I was collecting favorite cock shots off the internet. This is the first cock pic I ever saved (left), I just had to have this amazing beautiful black snake. Not long after that, having jerked off to my own masturbation videos so many times, I gave in to the urge to watch another guy jerk off, and I bought a gay masturbation video. Soon after that I bought my first gay prono.

It has all been a progression of acceptance, becoming self aware, and brave enough to admit that I love cock. And to not judge myself for that, but to embrace it, own it, love it, and act upon it.