The Houseboat

One of the first gay porn movies I saw was a couple of very hot men fucking on a houseboat. The camera caught the banks of the river as the boat drifted down the river visible to anyone who might have been on its banks. They were on top of the boat most of the time fucking and sucking and making a lot of noise.

I can remember being so excited at the thought of the possibility of being on a river bank somewhere and watching this manly display.

They seemed to be in love.

Erection

Expose the erection. manipulate the penis. Anoint the glans with slippery greasy substances to facilitate its moist slickness. Skin back the hefty foreskin and wave the smooth head in the air. Manipulate the large flared-out piss slit with greasy fingers and other smooth instruments. Tightly grasp the shaft and move the hands up and down… up and down… up and down. Smell the hairy muskiness of heavy and full testicles. Feel the sperm tanks swing back and forth… back and forth. Tongue the veins, moving them back and forth under the skin. See it respond as an independent animal. Pulsing along with the heart. The heart pumping the blood causing the steady jump… jump… jump of the erection.

The Beauty of the Foreskin

I have other posts here about the foreskin and what a tragedy it is that so many of them are lopped off at childbirth or (even worse) at the demand of some dim-witted girlfriend as an adult! It’s a religious, ritualistic sex crime and causes lifelong trauma.

Having said that, I want to make sure that I point out how stunning, sensitive, fun, and tasty it is too. It fuels my dreams and enters my mind regularly during the day. As I pass men on the street, I imagine if they are intact and what they must look like and smell like and taste like. Is it a large overhang that still covers when the penis is erect? Is it shorter and readily skins back at the first stirrings of an erection? What color is the glans when the foreskin pulls back?

These are the things I think about.