First real attempt at erotic writing. Excuse some of the subpar punctuation. If it adds to your enjoyment, I typed most of this one handed on my phonebecause my dick was in my other hand. Here we go.
I didn’t plan on having a wank when I got home. I had so much to do still before bed. But there I was, slouching on the couch, legs wide open and heavy. I’m moaning and panting as I pumped my stiff uncut penis to oblivion. I got home from yoga at 10pm. My shorts and undies were around my ankles within seconds. Before I knew it, it was midnight. I hadn’t even bothered to take off my sneakers by this point. What felt like minutes had stretched to hours. How did I end up here again?
My first mistake was checking Reddit before I whipped up something quick for dinner. Nearly every Subreddit I follow relates to penis. It was inevitable that I’d quickly succumb to my gooner tendencies. A red notification badge stared back at me - one of my own dick pic posts had taken off since earlier in the day. My heart did a little flutter and started racing. I felt my innocent softie twitch slightly in my underwear at the thought. “Damn it, I need to read the comments”, I thought. The relentless months of lockdown had me seeking new avenues to satisfy my horny, albeit secret bator exhibitionist tendencies - I’d started sharing photos of my penis on Reddit and talking to like minded guys.
I make no secret of the fact that I think I have a good looking penis. I’m not talking size; it’s respectable in that sense at around 16-17cm (6.5 inches)- not huge by any means but I’ve never been self conscious about it unless you catch me soft. I’m very much a grower, but I think it’s an all around beautiful cock in every other respect. Enough to have had me furiously pumping it in the mirror as a confused teen, aroused by the sight of my own manly equipment. Veiny, thick, playful upward pointing angle when hard, a foreskin with the perfect friction coefficient and never ending rivers of precum. But my glorious penis head had me under its spell more than anything else. I’m weak at the knees for that text book worthy bulbous bell end. A lesson in the male anatomy if there ever was one. A God like, shapely, flared penis helmet of flawless proportions - an almost vulgar but somehow elegant symbol of raw masculine sexuality sitting atop my shaft like a crown, its deep purple hue in stark contrast to my otherwise pale body. It’s as if it was designed deliberately to attract sexual partners from a distance to fulfil some animalistic evolutionary function. My penis head is impossibly smooth - its glossy, mirror-like surface almost seems like a genetic anomaly. An incredibly satisfying object to stare at and lust over, let alone touch and smell. It is a penis to behold and one that’s fuelled endless bate sessions in my autosexual world. No porn. Just me and my penis.
I’m a young gay man that’s always been penis focused, but my edge sessions of self penis worship have given rise to the most intense orgasms by far - I constantly find myself pumping my precum drenched dong to my own closeup photos. It makes no sense, but it truly is the ultimate bate fuel and photos add another dimension to my real life point of view. I remember the first time I came to my own dick pic. I felt disgusted with myself, like a perverted freak. How do I even begin to describe the profound, ludicrous concept of a man finding his own erect penis so attractive that he spills his own seed to it on a regular basis? It is the height of male narcissism, and something I’ve long kept to myself for fear of ridicule and judgement. In more recent times I’ve begun to wonder that perhaps it’s okay because it is an objectively attractive penis, and as a gay man with a particularly strong affinity for male genitals, it all makes sense. My bate fuel just so happens to often be the penis dangling between my own thighs. Regardless, I’ve figured self love can only be a good thing, and I thankfully readily find beauty in the bodies and willies of other lads.
The upvotes, comments and private messages are like a drug to me. When that red notification badge appears, it’s only inevitable that I’ll pause what I was doing to whip my stiffy out for another innings. To know that others have pleasured themselves and gooned out to my penis turns me into a raging sexual animal. To know that other men have edged themselves to oblivion over my goon stick. To know that countless men all over the world are desperately pumping their penises and blasting their baby batter onto their chests to images of my perfect dong. I feel obliged to reward my him with plentiful strokes and endless worship. He is a penis that demands my attention and unconditional pleasure. He’s earned it.
Coming back to the room, it’s been hours now. I’m sitting here tired and dehydrated, headache growing, but none of this matters because of the beautiful erect penis staring back at, hypnotising me into a deep goon state. I’m scared to make any major movements for fear of pushing myself over the edge. I can barely manage one motion of my foreskin over my helmet without fear of accidentally draining my aching balls. Instead, I hold him still to admire his shape, agonising over the exquisite beauty and fine detail of my uncircumcised dong. I can see him pulsing gently with my heart beat as another satisfying bead of precum seeps out, momentarily causing that magnifying effect on my piss slit before it fully emerges and slides down my masculine bulbous bell end. I stare intently, almost paralysed at the agonisingly beautiful sight of this pure crystal clear drip of penis juice rolling over the apex of my flared coronal ridge before dribbling down my veiny shaft. My mouth hangs wide open, my eyes glazed over as I stare intently at my penis like the stupefied, idiot penis obsessed gooner that I am. I’m in awe at how this appendage to my body can deliver such extreme pleasure and joy. I adjust my posture so I can appreciate his side profile. I moan at the bulging veins zig zagging the length of my thick, gently curved shaft. He is so hard. He is so stiff that it seems dangerous, except there’s no penis pump or cock ring in sight - this Super Sayain boner is the result of my own fucked up auto-sexual feedback loop of self penis obsession.
My glistening, perfect shiny penis helmet has me in complete submission. My weeping piss slit stares back at me, as if my penis was a one eyed serpent needing to be charmed. The precum factory is in overdrive as I constantly fight to hold back a tsunami of steaming hot cum. My perineum muscles are twitching and sending pleasure waves deep through my pelvis. Millions of nerves are firing as I gently caress my bell end and admire its mathematically flawless contours with my finger tips. The slightest graze of my index finger on my taught frenulum nearly ends it all. I close my eyes and throw my head back in ecstasy at the overwhelming pleasure radiating from my insanely sensitive glans.
I can feel more wads of precum seeping through the root of my cock and up my urethra. I gently flex my pelvic floor once more and milk my shaft of huge drips of precious penis nectar, swirling most of it around my bulbous penis head to keep my forey freely gliding. But there’s a surplus so I let some dribble down to my messy bush to join a growing pool on my abdomen. I can’t resist tasting myself by bringing my precum webbed fingers to my lips. The smell of horny uncut dick is intoxicating. My own masculine musky penis scent makes me moan. The added natural lube nearly pushes me over the edge without warning as my heavy ball sack tightens. It’s the intense visual stimulus of my own throbbing precum drenched willy that nearly makes me blow my load. I’m surfing the edge. I tense all of my dick muscles, lift my legs and scrunch my face up into a stupid expression as I concentrate to avoid the point of no return. My throbbing donger jumps around autonomously on my abdomen in protest as I let go in a panic. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ahhhh fuuuck, hnmnnng”, but the contractions soon subside. Phew, nearly lost it. I can’t handle how horny this sight is. My penis looks so God damn beautiful right now that it’s unfair. I have free, vivid real life porn between my own legs that I can access when ever I want.
By now I’ve put down the phone and I’m ignoring all other external stimuli. It’s just me and my penis. I’m focused on the hypnotic action of my soaking wet foreskin and the way it effortlessly glides back and forth over my ‘carved by God’ naturally lubricated dick helmet. The back and forth transition from exposed bulbous shiny penis head to puckered wet foreskin overhang has me in a trance as I pump my uncut stiffy - yes I’ve captured this in slow motion 4K in the past and busted many loads to it.
I shifted myself on the couch so I could catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror across the room. I wanted to see what I looked like in my gooner state. Ordinary, somewhat reserved, professional working man by day, stoopid penis obsessed solo sexual gooner by night, wanking on his couch with his fist tightly wrapped around his manhood like a baby with a pacifier. I stroked harder to the mirror, aroused by the reflection of a still partially dressed man, hairy legs spread apart, pumping his stiff donger. My sneakers were still on as if I’d rushed in the door and pulled down my shorts to bate like it was some urgent task needing immediate attention. I clearly couldn’t wait to get home to pump my penis some more even if I didn’t realise it. I moaned again at the sight of my heavy low hanging shaved balls as they danced around on each stroke, bumping up against my hairy taint as I pumped my penis. The intoxicating scent of an edged hooded dick filled the air as I realised it was 2am. I needed to go to bed. I got up to brush my teeth and stood there fulfilling this menial task while admiring my slowly softening semi hard penis jiggling around and dripping with precum. I finally tucked him away in my boxers but I was going to have a hard time resisting the urge to hump my mattress later while I thought about my penis and all the hot praise he gets. My bed is going to smell like pure sex. Fuck I love having a penis.
I didn’t plan on having a wank when I got home. I had so much to do still before bed. But there I was, slouching on the couch, legs wide open and heavy. I’m moaning and panting as I pumped my stiff uncut penis to oblivion. I got home from yoga at 10pm. My shorts and undies were around my ankles within seconds. Before I knew it, it was midnight. I hadn’t even bothered to take off my sneakers by this point. What felt like minutes had stretched to hours. How did I end up here again?
My first mistake was checking Reddit before I whipped up something quick for dinner. Nearly every Subreddit I follow relates to penis. It was inevitable that I’d quickly succumb to my gooner tendencies. A red notification badge stared back at me - one of my own dick pic posts had taken off since earlier in the day. My heart did a little flutter and started racing. I felt my innocent softie twitch slightly in my underwear at the thought. “Damn it, I need to read the comments”, I thought. The relentless months of lockdown had me seeking new avenues to satisfy my horny, albeit secret bator exhibitionist tendencies - I’d started sharing photos of my penis on Reddit and talking to like minded guys.
I make no secret of the fact that I think I have a good looking penis. I’m not talking size; it’s respectable in that sense at around 16-17cm (6.5 inches)- not huge by any means but I’ve never been self conscious about it unless you catch me soft. I’m very much a grower, but I think it’s an all around beautiful cock in every other respect. Enough to have had me furiously pumping it in the mirror as a confused teen, aroused by the sight of my own manly equipment. Veiny, thick, playful upward pointing angle when hard, a foreskin with the perfect friction coefficient and never ending rivers of precum. But my glorious penis head had me under its spell more than anything else. I’m weak at the knees for that text book worthy bulbous bell end. A lesson in the male anatomy if there ever was one. A God like, shapely, flared penis helmet of flawless proportions - an almost vulgar but somehow elegant symbol of raw masculine sexuality sitting atop my shaft like a crown, its deep purple hue in stark contrast to my otherwise pale body. It’s as if it was designed deliberately to attract sexual partners from a distance to fulfil some animalistic evolutionary function. My penis head is impossibly smooth - its glossy, mirror-like surface almost seems like a genetic anomaly. An incredibly satisfying object to stare at and lust over, let alone touch and smell. It is a penis to behold and one that’s fuelled endless bate sessions in my autosexual world. No porn. Just me and my penis.
I’m a young gay man that’s always been penis focused, but my edge sessions of self penis worship have given rise to the most intense orgasms by far - I constantly find myself pumping my precum drenched dong to my own closeup photos. It makes no sense, but it truly is the ultimate bate fuel and photos add another dimension to my real life point of view. I remember the first time I came to my own dick pic. I felt disgusted with myself, like a perverted freak. How do I even begin to describe the profound, ludicrous concept of a man finding his own erect penis so attractive that he spills his own seed to it on a regular basis? It is the height of male narcissism, and something I’ve long kept to myself for fear of ridicule and judgement. In more recent times I’ve begun to wonder that perhaps it’s okay because it is an objectively attractive penis, and as a gay man with a particularly strong affinity for male genitals, it all makes sense. My bate fuel just so happens to often be the penis dangling between my own thighs. Regardless, I’ve figured self love can only be a good thing, and I thankfully readily find beauty in the bodies and willies of other lads.
The upvotes, comments and private messages are like a drug to me. When that red notification badge appears, it’s only inevitable that I’ll pause what I was doing to whip my stiffy out for another innings. To know that others have pleasured themselves and gooned out to my penis turns me into a raging sexual animal. To know that other men have edged themselves to oblivion over my goon stick. To know that countless men all over the world are desperately pumping their penises and blasting their baby batter onto their chests to images of my perfect dong. I feel obliged to reward my him with plentiful strokes and endless worship. He is a penis that demands my attention and unconditional pleasure. He’s earned it.
Coming back to the room, it’s been hours now. I’m sitting here tired and dehydrated, headache growing, but none of this matters because of the beautiful erect penis staring back at, hypnotising me into a deep goon state. I’m scared to make any major movements for fear of pushing myself over the edge. I can barely manage one motion of my foreskin over my helmet without fear of accidentally draining my aching balls. Instead, I hold him still to admire his shape, agonising over the exquisite beauty and fine detail of my uncircumcised dong. I can see him pulsing gently with my heart beat as another satisfying bead of precum seeps out, momentarily causing that magnifying effect on my piss slit before it fully emerges and slides down my masculine bulbous bell end. I stare intently, almost paralysed at the agonisingly beautiful sight of this pure crystal clear drip of penis juice rolling over the apex of my flared coronal ridge before dribbling down my veiny shaft. My mouth hangs wide open, my eyes glazed over as I stare intently at my penis like the stupefied, idiot penis obsessed gooner that I am. I’m in awe at how this appendage to my body can deliver such extreme pleasure and joy. I adjust my posture so I can appreciate his side profile. I moan at the bulging veins zig zagging the length of my thick, gently curved shaft. He is so hard. He is so stiff that it seems dangerous, except there’s no penis pump or cock ring in sight - this Super Sayain boner is the result of my own fucked up auto-sexual feedback loop of self penis obsession.
My glistening, perfect shiny penis helmet has me in complete submission. My weeping piss slit stares back at me, as if my penis was a one eyed serpent needing to be charmed. The precum factory is in overdrive as I constantly fight to hold back a tsunami of steaming hot cum. My perineum muscles are twitching and sending pleasure waves deep through my pelvis. Millions of nerves are firing as I gently caress my bell end and admire its mathematically flawless contours with my finger tips. The slightest graze of my index finger on my taught frenulum nearly ends it all. I close my eyes and throw my head back in ecstasy at the overwhelming pleasure radiating from my insanely sensitive glans.
I can feel more wads of precum seeping through the root of my cock and up my urethra. I gently flex my pelvic floor once more and milk my shaft of huge drips of precious penis nectar, swirling most of it around my bulbous penis head to keep my forey freely gliding. But there’s a surplus so I let some dribble down to my messy bush to join a growing pool on my abdomen. I can’t resist tasting myself by bringing my precum webbed fingers to my lips. The smell of horny uncut dick is intoxicating. My own masculine musky penis scent makes me moan. The added natural lube nearly pushes me over the edge without warning as my heavy ball sack tightens. It’s the intense visual stimulus of my own throbbing precum drenched willy that nearly makes me blow my load. I’m surfing the edge. I tense all of my dick muscles, lift my legs and scrunch my face up into a stupid expression as I concentrate to avoid the point of no return. My throbbing donger jumps around autonomously on my abdomen in protest as I let go in a panic. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ahhhh fuuuck, hnmnnng”, but the contractions soon subside. Phew, nearly lost it. I can’t handle how horny this sight is. My penis looks so God damn beautiful right now that it’s unfair. I have free, vivid real life porn between my own legs that I can access when ever I want.
By now I’ve put down the phone and I’m ignoring all other external stimuli. It’s just me and my penis. I’m focused on the hypnotic action of my soaking wet foreskin and the way it effortlessly glides back and forth over my ‘carved by God’ naturally lubricated dick helmet. The back and forth transition from exposed bulbous shiny penis head to puckered wet foreskin overhang has me in a trance as I pump my uncut stiffy - yes I’ve captured this in slow motion 4K in the past and busted many loads to it.
I shifted myself on the couch so I could catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror across the room. I wanted to see what I looked like in my gooner state. Ordinary, somewhat reserved, professional working man by day, stoopid penis obsessed solo sexual gooner by night, wanking on his couch with his fist tightly wrapped around his manhood like a baby with a pacifier. I stroked harder to the mirror, aroused by the reflection of a still partially dressed man, hairy legs spread apart, pumping his stiff donger. My sneakers were still on as if I’d rushed in the door and pulled down my shorts to bate like it was some urgent task needing immediate attention. I clearly couldn’t wait to get home to pump my penis some more even if I didn’t realise it. I moaned again at the sight of my heavy low hanging shaved balls as they danced around on each stroke, bumping up against my hairy taint as I pumped my penis. The intoxicating scent of an edged hooded dick filled the air as I realised it was 2am. I needed to go to bed. I got up to brush my teeth and stood there fulfilling this menial task while admiring my slowly softening semi hard penis jiggling around and dripping with precum. I finally tucked him away in my boxers but I was going to have a hard time resisting the urge to hump my mattress later while I thought about my penis and all the hot praise he gets. My bed is going to smell like pure sex. Fuck I love having a penis.
