Feel the heat of the blood, know that it’s now pouring into the chambers forcing the little worm into a hard spear, pulsing, demanding more and greater service. Gay sex It wants to lay on a soft, pillowy tongue and considered and then, when the lips close sealing it from light, and some pressure and adoration is begun, there is a response. It’s half cut, typical of the mid twentieth century and what it wants is to be pursued, caught, taken into the warm, humid lair that is the mouth. In white, viscous waves it says I love you, here is my life, take it, drink it continue our love.And then there is silence while the smells of men, the essence of men pervades the room. The body attached to it cannot know think of anything else, the neural paths are jamming the brain with symptoms of pleasure and promises of release. Now it’s time for love, your tongue on the head, seeking the piss slit, running down the glans, pushing back the slight roll of skin that means, add some internal pressure, draw the blood into the cock, make it want to stay, increase, harden, make the body to which it’s attached shudder and stretch with the intimation of pleasure to come.
