The Sublime Cock
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"Meet me in Cognito, baby."

sublimecock2:

"Meet me in Cognito, baby."

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“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off,  I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part,  I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted. 

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street,  waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp.  “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew. 

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John. 

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

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“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off, I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part, I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted.

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street, waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp. “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew.

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John.

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

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