Cock Study

Stand up.

In front of me.

May I take down your sweats?

The outlined bulge held behind frayed cotton. The elastic branded waistband. It looked slick on the billboard model.

It’s real here.

With tiny paunch, thick thighs and all the delicate hair bursting from confines.

The musk beckons me, and I press my face into the fabric. Yearning now.

Pulling on your briefs, earning more for my senses as the flesh and fur come to sight.

I slide my hands down your legs, freeing you from your bottom half as you dance out of the scraps.

It’s there for me now.

I stare at the pendulous flesh inches from my face as it begins a slow uncoiling.

It will need my help.

My nose finds the dense curls, my tongue lengthening to reach the sack. I breathe in the piss and sweat as I feel the growing shaft across my cheek.

My lips place soft kisses across his member until I’m eye to eye

I suck the head, tasting his drip, swirling my tongue over his glans. I loosen my jaw and take him in my mouth.

His length is now full.

I pull him from the maw and smile at his glistening skin.

This belongs to me.