Dicks are awesome. They come in all shapes and sizes, some are skinny and curved and others are fat and bulbous like a submarine. When a cock gets hard, you know that you've done that; it is a visible, tangible, solid object of pure excitement. An erection cannot be hidden, it will not relent, it will come back with even more fury if denied.
A cock is the barest and most blunt representation of male virility. It stands proud, tall, erect. It is the giver of life, the force which drives men to greatness, and the undeniability of it all makes it absolute. When a man is hard in front of me, I know he is a fag. There is no other explanation. A man's cock is a part of him, a part he treasures; one he has chosen to share at it's finest moments.
And yet, a cock is a place of vulnerability. It is something any reasonable man wishes to protect at all costs. You can take an arm, a leg; anything but the cock. The balls are soft, easily hurt, and exposed. When a man allows you to suck his cock, he is baring himself to you, showing a vulnerable part of his soul and absolute trust. It throbs, it jumps, it tenses and explodes; everything it does, it reflects the man's desires in an undeniable way.
That, my fellow kiwis, is why I love big, throbbing, juicy cocks.
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