My Meat To Me

I wake up and i feel a familiar stirring...the very same stirring that kept me starring up at my ceiling last night..

It has an internal fire. Its fiery hot on my thigh but i like it. Rhythmic pulses from my deepest desires course through my veins and end up all tangled in an organ that is no longer under my strict control. With every twitch...it grows...stronger, thicker, harder than it was the night before.

It doesn't like being constrained although it doesn't mind a little bondage from time to time. I pull down my sweats a bit to set it free, it takes the initiative and burst out in all its meaty glory...

It knows it controls me now. As i lie on my back it crawls up my abs row by row scorching everything in its path being slowed down only by weighty pendulous balls . It likes being so close to my mouth i think, trapped in pants all day must be like hell for an animal that just wants to roam free..

It notices me notice it..hell how could i ignore it. It wants to show off. I feel a stirring, like an injection of testosterone through it from base to tip...At this point it's just a meat muscle jutting forth between 2 oaken thighs..
A meat muscle wrapped in cords and cords of thick veins feeding a head the size of a tangerine.

I feel another strong pulse fire through it. It starts to drool... and without warning it leaves its comfy position between the deep chasm of my abs....not without first leaving a thick pool of precum...It controls me...i rub the goo all over my stomach and chest..

Light from the window hits me..I sparkle..I feel powerful..like a god...I look down..we are eye to eye...I can see veins from my legs..all with one goal, all going in one direction...to feed this monster on its ascent..It appears too thick and beefy to defy gravity and yet, there it is....It's mine...im intimidated..it dares me to touch it..god its fat....

I reach for it...it swells with excitement..flexing and twitching with anticipation...I wrap my fingers around the base..i cannot connect them...I can hear it mocking me...almost to say watch this...my fingers spread further apart ..i squeeze to show who is in control...it's not me..it inches closer to my face..im nervous...

its going to be a good morning

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So powerful... this is my third read, and from one read to the next, it is as though he becomes more real and alive to me as an entity of its own....thank you for sharing your talent....xoxxx
 
I love that kinda struggle (which you're losing lol) between you and your cock that runs throughout your stories. Also, that you call it a "cock". I know some bruthas have a thing against that, but you embrace it. Nice.
 

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