THE BEAUTY OF THE BULGE
Just a brief post today to talk about how fucking beautiful and mesmerizing bulges are. I mean, they're almost fucking better than what's underneath. ALMOST. I just mean, as men, we are visual thinkers and get inspired by visuals and, man, the visual of a cock fighting against the constraints of the clothing imprisoning it is enough to make most of us drop to our knees to investigate what's inside.
Do you ever just stop somewhere in public and realize how many cocks you're surrounded by? We're all walking around with these glorious fuck sticks packed away in our pants and underwear. It's almost mind-boggling. Never mind walking into a public bathroom or a beach where guys are in bathing suits. It's nothing short of incredible to think of how much cock is around us.
And how do we even walk around with these things that seem to have life of their own? An average man gets hard 10-20 times a day. Fuck, that's a lot of hard cock walking around. Somebody should really do something about that. Makes you wonder if underwear purpose is just to keep those fuck sticks hidden when hard. I know, when. I was younger, I would just visit the underwear section of the clothing store and get hard seeing the covers of the boxes, imaging what was hiding in those briefs.
But it's fucking awesome, like a Christmas present, to be at eye level with a growing bulge revealing the outline of the tasty looking serpent that is becoming engorged and straining against the fabric, demanding release and attention.
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