THE JOY OF SEX IN PUBLIC

THE THRILL OF SEX IN PUBLIC

There is no right or wrong time to have sex. Let's be very clear. The idea that two people should wine and dine and that a "date" should lead back to a bed and a bedroom goes against every fibre of our natural desire. Lust cannot wait.

When one feels a twitch in their cock that says they feel like getting off, that's exactly what they should do. A relatively discreet environment will do. 

Sometimes a mens room is the most convenient place. Cocks are already on display and it is easy to see how one may become inspired by the abundance of options around them. There is nothing wrong with taking this opportunity to partake in a different kind of relief in this environment designed exactly for that purpose - RELIEF!  Whether partaking in understaff action or sequestering away two to a cubicle so you can hump in private. Be it a stranger or a partner, the intense pleasure that comes from being a dirty slut somewhere you shouldn't is almost uncontainable. Trying to be quiet while you suck and fuck and ultimately cum with unsuspecting strangers inches away is absolutely thrilling.

Sometimes nature calls, and there truly is no better place to indulge in ones animal nature than amongst the animals. No words need to be spoken as strangers explore each others cocks and holes amongst the trees, fresh wind blowing up against their bodies, heightening every sensation.

Car sex can be particularly hot as you steam up the windows and cause the vehicle to bounce and rock with the movements within. Gyms are a perfect place for release after a good workout as well.

The point is ... sex can and should be happening everywhere and not just the bedroom.

THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS COCK

THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS COCK

Okay boys, let's talk about cock. We crave it. We want it. It's constantly on our mind. Why? Cuz it's a fucking thing of beauty. Why? Cuz it's a powerful human appendage that can give so much pleasure, that can make otherwise sensible, level-headed people lose their mind and throw their legs up in the air.

Because of cock, we go out on dates, spend hours on apps, cheat on our partners in relationships, make babies and so much more. And because of our own cocks we tend to get sidetracked from thinking with our brains and our hearts. How fucking often do you think with your dick?

Let's start with the very tip. The glorious hole where cum and piss spurt forward from. So delicate and small. So unassuming. Yet it's the vessel from which spouts forward those all consuming and incredible elixir of life that start it's life brewing in those balls, driving us absolutely insane and bringing us to the edge of delirium.

Then there's the head. Mushroom in shape. Built so the cock stays put inside a willing hole. It's the most sensitive part and it's a thing of fucking beauty, isn't it? To feel and see it expand in your hand or mouth is pretty fucking awesome.

The shaft. Mmmm. Veiny and radiating heat. How the fuck do we walk around with these things in our pants all day? Diversity is king here, with some cocks sporting foreskin or a curve.

In fact, variety is king when it comes to cock. There are just so many sized ones and looks. Short, long, thick, curved. Betcha can't eat just one! 

THE JOY OF COCKSUCKING

THE JOY OF COCKSUCKING

A cocksucker is always ready to drop down to his knees and work on a hard cock. He's never not in the mood. Why is that? Because a good cocksucker loves cock, lives for cock, and will eagerly suck, stroke and swallow any cock that needs attention. Even if it doesn't need attention, a good cocksucker knows how to steer conversation and subject matter towards making sure that any cock around him eventually develops a need for attention and will seek out the warmth and skills of the cocksuckers mouth and throat.

It does not matter whether the cocksucker is in a relationship or if the cock in question belongs to another man (or woman). Societal expectations of monogamy have no place in a real cocksuckers world. It's not complicated, and yet it's intoxicatingly all-consuming. In fact, there is something even more satisfying about worshipping a cock that belongs to another and receiving that fresh, forbidden seed.

To be in the presence of a hard, throbbing cock is a joy, is intimately satisfying. To have it in front of your eyes and to witness every glorious detail. To feel the heat radiate from it and to smell that musky, sweaty perfume is a thrill for the senses. You are bearing witness to a beautiful secret. To the cock he tucks away, out of sight, as he goes about his day. That few people get to see. That he sits with at his desk, packed inside his underwear. You can see, smell and savour his cock. It's a joy.

And he gets to enjoy the delicate skill of the cocksuckers mouth as their soft lips and skillful tongue work and caress his most sensitive organ, sending him to a state of ecstasy. The warmth of the cocksuckers mouth and throat makes for a perfect home for the full length of his cock. The experience is almost more intimate than fucking, to have the animalistic male hub of cock and balls so close to the cerebral and personal home of the brain and thoughts of the cocksucker.

There is no right or wrong place or time. A good cocksucker seeks out cock constantly and relieves men of their loads frequently. The thrill of being so honest and true to their needs by worshipping and satisfying cock in unexpected locations with unexpected people reminds them of how much they need to be used for another mans pleasure. There is no greater feeling than to give others pleasure. 

It is no wonder that gloryholes are so popular. They present the perfect scenario and simplify the needs of a cocksucker and boil the transaction down to it's ultimate purpose. It is, dare I say, beautiful? To be able to focus only on cock and worship accordingly.

A good cocksucker takes his time and knows that the longer the session, the more pleasure and worship he's offering, and the bigger the reward will be at the end. He should take his time and provide the cock with the experience it needs and desires and the release it deserves.

The Flower Guy

So one day I was horny. Now I can hear laughter in 27 languages about that, but there ARE times when I'm not horny, but this wasn't one of them.

So I'm just like this huge walking cock, and all my attention is going to that fucker and it is just leading me around, poking the little head into everybody's business, and it takes me over to the flower shop. Just a few blocks from my condo. There's a guy there who I've traded blow jobs with before. He's got a great cock - and best part is - he's got a boyfriend. Like me. So we're both looking for the same thing. Now, he owns this shop with his BF so it's not the smartest thing for me to pass by in case he's around but at this point I'm just thinking with my dick, right?

And the Flower Guy's boyfriend's car is not around, so my cock decides to take a chance and go inside. I counseled against this move, but my cock is just not good at taking advice. So I did. Went inside, I mean, and F.G. is alone in there working and comes out from behind the counter to greet me and my cock, like What can I do for you guys? Or maybe just to greet my cock, it really is a fact lost to history, but my cock has reached it's destination and wants out of the car. So he looks around to see if there's anyone looking in the shop windows, and reaches over and squeezes my crotch a little and goes, How's that big ol' dick of yours? Oooh, man you are hard today, aren't you? (he really talks like that) Yes. See, my cock started this, and . . . . But he's nervous standing there in the shop so I sorta push him backwards by the groin, where I suddenly found my hand groping around, and we get behind the counter.

So this is better, and there's some quick groping, but he's still worried about having somebody's grandmother come in for peonies or something, but his cock doesn't seem interested in peonies, cuz it is sticking out of his fly the standard 8 inches, and I am ready to drop and cram it into me right there. So he reaches over and gets a work apron and puts it on so he can cover his cock fast if anyone comes in, which, when you think about it, really does not make much sense, but I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time. But I've got my hands all over his crotch and his big long young cock and his butt and sliding my right hand between his cheeks and really hard up against his asshole and the back of his balls through the jeans, stroking that meat and his ass and stuff, and he's leaning on the counter with his shoulders hunched up and his butt bumped out a little, sucking in air between his teeth. My cock I guess is getting its comeuppance, cuz it's just waiving around out of the fly of my jeans, but sometimes hitting F.G.'s cock and sorta slapping it.

So I'm making some suggestions: Hey man, wanna get this big fucker down my throat? Wanna shoot that big sloppy load into me? Want me to stuff this huge motherfucker into me? Wanna suck my thick cock ? Wanna see it shoot big hard shots of cum? Like it when I stroke your dick? Wanna see your cock pump your load all over my face? Wanna see me lick your cum off? Like this? Do you like this, man? And he's just going Oohhh, yeahhh, real softly, sorta fucking his cock into my hand. And we have had sex quite a few times, but those two cocks were never harder or more ready than this. So I say, Let's fucking do it, man. And he backs up and pulls out his keys and goes and locks the door and flips over the sign that says Be Right Back, and comes over to me and just takes his jeans all the way off.