By Hawkeshedonist [Ignore] 27,Mar,25 07:41 Pageviews: 50
 "Tell me about your cock"
Mine has hard life. Beaten regularly since it was young, it used to stand a proud 8" arcing up to the heavens wearing a glorious helmet. An unfortunate incident with a steel ring and an over zealous lover left it battered and bruised. Left with a soft spot and a permanent dent halfway up left it crippled and out of action for a couple of years as it recovered, with some loving oral and manual attention by its caretaker. Now, in its senior years it's a mere shadow if it's former self, two inches shorter with a permanent upward curve it never had before. The once proud helmet head now looks up sadly at its owner from its former perch of glory and weeps occasionally. Nevertheless, it still gets regular attention and oil massages by its handler, and to its dismay it doesn't get the opportunity to play with other partners like it used to do in its glory days. Let's hope that some caring soul takes pity on it and gives it the loving attention it so dearly craves. |
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Except for the almost constant pumping. But that was what it was built for. How else is all that cum going to be expelled from my body.
Especially early on, it seemed to be in a constant state of attention. And from school PE, it was obvious that it was much larger than its peers. This was a source of continued embarrassment. This sort of continued when I was able to show it to females who complained about its size compared to their bodies. This didn't help my confidence any and I was afraid to show it to new friends, even though I was dying to get inside of them.
But eventually, It found some cunts that welcomed it, or at least to
Tolerated it. Together my cock and I launched into new adventures. There were some pretty tight spots, and a few that we probably should have avoided altogether. There were a few that we should have been shielded from, but neither I nor my cock caught anything, not caused anything.
My cock looks back on this as the golden age. Fucking by the sea shore. Endless time in a warm mouth. Soft hands caressing its length. Then marriage happened.
Things took a turn almost immediatly, and then slowly got worse. Until it was like I was younger. Just the same familier hand pumping for cum. I never expected it to end like this. I guess life comes full circle.
As such, my cock is regressing to when I was 10. Smaller, when hard, and not hard that often. I have to sort of coax him up. He doesn't cum all the time and only a little when he does. I think the next step is he will quit working at all. Then I guess I die.
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