Taste of cock #4































3 comments:

Bystander said...

How fortunate we are, that the number and nuance of cock's treasured facets, interacting with variations in many other circumstances, sustain a pleasingly indefatigable delight in suck, even without multiplying our partners. But you raise the variable, the "taste" of cock, and truly this counts overwhelmingly as an incentive at every phase of sucking any cock, and achieves a highly stable and revered position in our palate memory. Again, the permutations of variation in cock which fall under the word, "taste," alone, are such that there is always enthralling and nourishing discovery, each time cock is restored to our mouth; and we observe this instantly when we feed cock to others. Meanwhile, these exemplifications of cocksuck are outstanding.

Anonymous said...

The third to the last portrait, portraying layers of cock's generosity, from foreskin to glans to spew -- all craved, all treasured by the lovely face where they are bestowed -- seem to show the unfolding of cock's loveliness as a matter of logic, as well as of time and the operation of natural forces. Meanwhile, cock stands ready to enact this cycle again, and again again, and indeed comes to accept demands upon its flesh and blood and spew without complaint.

Is this not marvelous?

Interested Prospect said...

By selecting, ordering, and sharing these portraits of cock in suck, it seems to me that you re-enact the presentation of cock to our own lips, which the pictures address with other actors. This impression owes a lot to your care to conserve imagery of the vivid whole of penis in alternation with various stages of its treasuring engulfment (and indeed, as a previous visitor has remarked, of its glans's rapport with its foreskin). The challenge speaks for itself, in the face's assimilation of cock, to portray the wonder of the bestowal in the facial expression, and in any visible residue of cock's shaft; while, the challenge in presenting the entirety of cock, is to portray the famine for its precious flesh and spew.

The portrait with Kyle King and Dylan Crow (Hothouse) balances these considerations with the face's framing profile of the radiant mold of glans as the lips conform to its elegantly delineated swell. Here the truth of cock's nourishing properties is as well captured as that of its ingenious probing function, so that any distinction between the two dissolves in a visible hunger for them both.

In this way, this single portrait stands for the reader's relationship to the blogger's presentation, both parties happy to celebrate their debt to cock, the blogger by posting and the reader by commenting.

To return to the previous comment one last time, then: the sequence culminating in the third-to-last portrait can now afford to restore us to the whole of the features of both players in this equation, by exhibiting the eruption of spew as a triumph of collaboration. Pithy glans, soothing foreskin, churning shaft, and pumping fist on the one hand, and seizing lips, cherishing tongue, adoring eyes and anxious gasp on the other, elated in the explosion of the slurry of suck -- these features need not have interacted at all, to create this "document," but the compelling logic of their association is to "prove" that they did.

Thanks for the cock.