drawings of mature men and their big dicks

Seb. I love the drawings of mature men and the dicks. Form where do they cum and bi whom are they expertly rendered? Could we have a gallery of them to enjoy and to wank to? Erotic Mature Big Cock art by the artist RAM. Please leave a reply below if you know anything about … Read moredrawings of mature men and their big dicks

an exfoliating daily wash

Well, at least I’m fucking honest…the only time I ever wash my fat cock is at the rugby club. I like to use Clean, an exfoliating daily wash by Johnson & Johnson, available in the Uk at Boots. I apply it liberally directly on my cock. Using a soft cloth I give my cock a gentle scrubbing. I then wash it down firstly with ice cold water and then, with warm. I love to cunt_inue bi/ beginning to stroke myself, I stimulate my cock with the wash cloth while cleansing myself. Sometimes this gives me a bit of a stiffee as I love to rub the head with the cloth. After I am clean, I begin to slowly and sensually pull the foreskin back off the head, and apply a generous amount of the exfoliating daily wash onto the head. I wash the head of my cock with one hand while holding the shaft with the other. The feeling of rubbing the head is tremendous. It sends chills down my shaft. Sometimes, I insert a tantric finger into my arsehole. And move it in and out several times, while rubbing my entire shaft with more of the exfoliating daily wash. Sometimes, I leave the finger in my hairy arsehole while rubbing head of my cock. I also love the feeling of my cock just before I shoot my exfoliating daily wash. I sometimes stop, and regain some relaxation in my shaft before I start rubbing it again. It has to be the best way to wash your cock, now everyone is doing it. I fuckin’ love the RUGBY CLUB.

86.33% of men are growers rather than showers

In one study of 80 dicks n dudes, researchers found that the size of a man’s soft cock and its full erect length increases from flaccid to erect lengths ranged from less than a quarter-inch to 3.5 inches longer. Whatever the clinical significance of these data may be, the locker-room significance is considerable.

You can’t assume that the bloke with a big, flabby cock gets much bigger with an erection And the blokes whose penis cocks looks tiny might get a surprisingly big erection. An analysis of more than a thousand measurements taken by sex researcher Alfred Kinsey shows that shorter flaccid penises tend to gain about twice as much length as longer flaccid penises. A penis that doesn’t gain much length with an erection has become known as a “show-er,” and a penis that gains a lot is said to be a “grower.” These are not medical terms, and there aren’t scientifically established thresholds for what’s a show-er or a grower. Kinsey’s data suggest that most penises aren’t extreme show-ers or growers. About 12% of penises gained one-third or less of their total length with an erection, and about 7% doubled in length when erect.

looking at other men’s big cocks

Hello, Seb…What a HOT website! I am a 58-year-old man now, that lives in the USA. I have always loved looking at other men’s big cocks, so I don’t know if I found this website, or it found me. I just know how much I LOVE IT!

It has turned smoldering coals in my genitals back into a full-fledged brush fire. I just wanted to THANK YOU. I have jacked off so much since finding your site it is ridiculous. I have been married for 32 years and have a wonderful wife. She would be devastated if she found out that I was cruising your site looking at other men every day. It is harmless fun for me, but women see it so differently.

the most sensitive part of the body for sexual pleasure

For many men the frenulum  and the perineum are the most sensitive part of their body for sexual pleasure. Researchers asked 81 healthy men to rate the erotic sensitivity of different areas of their bodies, including certain parts of the penis, the scrotum, anus, nipples, and neck. The underside of the glans and underside of the shaft … Read morethe most sensitive part of the body for sexual pleasure

cock mates

Men care more what their mates think of their cock than their partner. The University of Victoria in Australia carried out a survey on 738  men. 

The study found majority were happy with their cock size in the bedroom, but most still felt insecure when comparing their manhood to other males. Victoria University Doctorate of Clinical Psychology graduate Dr. Annabel Chan Feng Yi carried out an online study of 738 men about their body image. She found most of the men, aged between 18 and 76, were insecure about their weight, build, and even their penis size. But instead of being concerned over what their girlfriends may think of their physique, many admitted it mattered most what their friends thought.

Dr. Chan said: ‘Men’s pre-occupation with size was rarely to do with pleasing sexual partners or even appearing as a better sexual partner. ‘It was often more about competition with other men.

Many felt most insecure about their size in environments where other men might see them, such as gym change rooms.’ She said those who suffered from ‘locker room syndrome’ were actually content with their size when it came to sexual matters with their partner. But a desire to compete against other males led to an obsession with body building and being muscular – especially among homosexual men who were surveyed.

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She continued: ‘The research demonstrates that societal pressures on body image are certainly not unique to women and that while men share similar body image concerns they often don’t have the appropriate forum to discuss them or adequate professional support to deal with them. ‘There is clearly a need to provide more research-based training for clinicians working in this field and public awareness to de-mystify and de-stigmatising the topic of male body image.’ But while men don’t seem to put too much emphasis on what their partners think of penis size, recent research shows it is still very important to the 21st Century woman. Women were shown several images of the male form with varying combinations of height, shoulder-to-body ratio and, of course, penis length.

Women were then asked to rate the attractiveness of each man – with penis size ending up the most influential factor, according to the research published in the journal Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (PNAS) earlier this year. Researchers at the University of Ottawa, Canada, found that while women’s opinions were influenced by a variety of physical features – tall and broad-shouldered men tended to be favoured over shorter men with bigger waistlines – the size of a man’s penis reigned supreme in the attractiveness stakes.

log jamming

I nudged him to move over onto his back. He flipped like a book-page in the wind and settled with his knees pulled tight to his chest. “Ah, I see you’ve done this before.” I commented. He was about to respond, but the sudden pressure of my log jamming right back down into his guts forced a rush from his lungs into a gasping-yelp. “That’a boy!” I teased, and resumed plunging in long-fast strokes. ‘Ungh! Ungh! Urrngh!’ rang in my ears; I knew it was the motion of the bed-springs combined with the strength of my hips that was knocking the wind out of him, but I loved the thought that it was my cock instead. I switched occasionally, steadying him and proceeding to jack-rabbit his loosening hole. His yelps and gasps would then be replaced with a long ‘Aaarrrg’ that was Mozart to my horny ears. I began feeling the heat in the room and sweat dripped off my nose and chin onto his collar-bone. Between holding my upper arms and grabbing at my chest, he suddenly reached behind my head and pulled me to his open mouth. The bitch lapped the sweat off my face while my cock sloshed in his gaping fuckhole. That put me over the edge. I held him down by his chest with one hand, ripped out of his wet-pussy and whacked my load off in a frenzy. Spritzing his chin, belly, then another strong-blast landed across his face. Flicking the last drops off I shoved it back in and continued to fuck this sloppy-puppy. My seed in his eye began to sting and I watched his face screw-up into a snarl.

He swiped at it, then wrapped his mitt around his own prong and pulled until I felt his hole clamping down real-fucking hard. I grabbed his thighs and lifted them against my belly… raising his butt off the mattress. I was almost standing upright which allowed my dickhead the right angle to punch his magic-spot over and over again. Like him, I knew what really got him off, and this was it. I knocked his gland and suffered his grip while the rest of him twisted and writhed, jacking his own ball-juice all over his face and the sheets on either side. The constant yell of orgasm, combined with the clenched-fist of his ass around my prong usually brought a second-inning for me, and this time I let it go deep into his guts… imagining I’d cause him to choak when it reached the back of his throat. Soaked from head to toe in sweat, I released my hold and let his body drop like a bag of wet cement. Breathing and groaning like he’d just run a marathon, he lay there; arms and legs flailed-out in all directions, covered in sperm. Sperm that was worked-out long and hard. The stink from his freshly fucked asshole and all that goo filled my lungs. He was a mess, and I loved it. He loved it, too. I collapsed down on top of his spent-self and slid up until I could lay fully on the bed. Rolling onto my back, I reached under his armpits and dragged his slimy-self up my front until he could lay a’top me with his face sideways on my chest. After smelling – then tasting the sweat from my armpit, I knew from experience that the heaving of my chest would soon lull him into a deep, and well-deserved sleep. I felt like a god with this guy. I was all the man he could handle, and I was the perfect cushion to curl-up on when the fucking was over. In the morning I’d get to tongue that hole of his back into wakefullness and start the day anew (Joe’s Bridge)

 

Cock Virtues : Kindness, Righteousness, Courteousness, Wisdom & Honesty

In ancient taoist teaching your cock is your god symbol, representing complete male and complete giving. It was taught that your cock had 5 virtues. Kindness : As a sacred tool, it keeps giving and giving. Righteousness : It’s not selfish. it’s only aim is to please. Courteousness : It is polite, it goes where you want. Wisdom … Read moreCock Virtues : Kindness, Righteousness, Courteousness, Wisdom & Honesty

cock rocks!

Well I really like to do it in the shower. I really don’t even start out hard but by the time i’m done, I’m like a rock! I start out by getting in the shower and I get all wet. then I start to touch my self.. Then I grab the conditioner, I start stroking my self and befor long my knees are quivering, my mouth is open and I don’t think i’m going to be able to take it much longer. Then i shoot! all over the the back of the wall like three times and it feels so good.. I feel as if i could fall.. I feel like i want to do it over and over again.. but then I relize i’m late for work.. mITCH

euphoric cock

I ring the bell three times as arranged. The door release clicks and I push the door open and enter the building. I make my way up to the first floor and the door to the flat is open, as arranged. The flat is in darkness, but for an ultra violet glow from the bedroom. I enter to find a naked man face down on the bed. He sits up, picks up a joint from the bedside cabinet and lights it, taking a long slow pull before handing it over to me. I unfasten my trousers and step closer towards him, taking the joint. He slides his hand through my open fly and plays with my cock through the fabric of my jockstrap. The wind makes the blind throw itself against the window, emitting a rattle. “Nice one”, he says as he feels my cock stiffen under his touch. I push my jeans down and he pulls my cock out and slides it into his mouth, making me groan. I lean across to place the joint in an ashtray before peeling off my t-shirt.  The man takes a sniff of poppers and hands the bottle to me. My nervous system crackles in flames of animal nitrate. I reflect on the brain cells I’m killing, feeling each one pop like a blown light bulb in my skull. The universe becomes a place I can live in once more. He sucks all the way down to the root, right down to the metal of my cock ring. I spiral with pleasure, sliding along the curves of the spiral till I land in the centre with a splash. I push him back onto the bed and climb above, thrusting into his face with my hips. He moans with pleasure as I feed him, as arranged.  I slide out and slide my body down across his till my chin rests on the top of his shaved head and I stay like that for a moment, feeling just enough tenderness to consider planting a kiss on his crown, and just enough restraint to hold back. I roll over onto my back next to him, feeling myself recovering from the high, floating back into my body from the white light of orgasm. “Fuck, that was hot”. “It certainly was”, he says, licking his lips and sitting up to get a cigarette. My fingertips glow from the UV, emitting their own light. I wonder what it could possibly signify, this feral hunger that pushes me towards this. During the long walk home these words emerge like bubbles and I write them down for someone to read, someone like you. He has five more men due to visit him throughout the night. What are the secret griefs of wild and unknown men? He walks in the door and falls straight to the floor, belly pressed against the boards, and begins slurping from the dog bowl of piss you have placed there.  He breaks off to look up at you and ask, “Does sir want me to drink it all?”   “Yes.”

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You marvel at his submission, his desire to be degraded. It fascinates and disgusts you. Short-term memory includes forgetting as a process. You pull down your football shorts and pull aside your jockstrap, releasing your semi-hard cock, and then you watch him kneel at your feet and hold the bowl up to his mouth so he can drain it, with a delicacy that belies the moment, in tiny bird sips.  “Good boy”, you say when he has finished and placed the bowl back down. You push your cock into his mouth, right down to the root, making him gag and choke, which makes you harder. You withdraw and slap your spittle-slick prick against his face, and he groans.  You turn around, and present your rump to his face. He buries his foraging tongue in your arsehole, licking it, eating it, attempting some kind of total penetration, as if he could crawl inside and sleep on the moss there, die there. The veneration I feel for that part of the body and the great tenderness that I have bestowed on the men who have allowed me to enter it, the grace and sweetness of their gift, oblige me to speak of all this with respect.  It is not profaning the most beloved of the dead to speak, in the guise of a poem whose tone is still unknowable, of the happiness he offered me when my face was buried in a fleece that was damp with my sweat and saliva and that stuck together in little locks of hair which dried after love-making and remained stiff. You turn around and hold out your cock, uttering the single word, “toilet”. He holds his mouth open whilst you piss into it a steady jet of warm, clear liquid, which arcs from your body to his body, from inside you to inside him, this circuit of pleasure and waste that constructs its own economy within this blasted region of the soul. By the time he leaves, he has choked so much on your cock that bile stains are visible on his shirt and trousers, you can see the black curls of his chest hair through the damp fabric; he has drank your piss and swallowed your cum, and thanked you for the privilege.

I measure the success of a night by the way, by the amount of piss and seed I consume. Something has been released, some demon fed, the walls fall away and spaces yawn around you, unfathomable, unknowable spaces. And although it is still daylight, all you can see is darkness, the many shades of darkness, patterning your vision of yourself and this world, yourself in this world. And you see him, getting into his car, renegotiating his way back into his life, as you must renegotiate your way back into yours. One cannot write sufficiently in the name of an outside. Movements, becomings, in other word pure relations of speed and slowness, are below and above the threshold of perception. Nothing left but the zigzag of a line, like the lash of the whip of an enraged cart driver shredding faces and landscapes. I am hanging, suspended, like an angel trapped in the branches of a tree, sling-shot and low-slung; the cum of twenty men drips from me, like hot wax, creating a pool of pearl beneath me, on the black painted floor. I hang like a cage between heaven and earth, inside which, perched on a swing, my big red heart is singing. The taste of twenty men bruises my lips. I suffocate in an aroma composed of sweat and amyl and the cold damp of bare brick. I am euphoric with weightlessness, lost in some transcendence that still defies language, try as I might to trap it in the loose-knit net language offers. Each grunt still rings in my ear, each thrust still lodges in the archive of my skin. Each touch and taste documented, etched with crystal on the cold metal of my memory.

Every detail hovers above the moment like a halo: the leather encasing my back, the metal links kissing my legs, the circuit of pleasure flickering around me like static, the solidity of the last cock inside me. And still, still I want more, still I feel a need within that nothing can assuage, a deep dark thirst or hunger that comes from some place I have yet to find.  Perhaps I never will. Now I know why they call it raw. I am raw from the roaring of my soul, for tonight my evil twin stormed the city gates and besieged me. I feel addled with lust. I am pure sensation, no consciousness, no ego.  Pure id; still demanding, still hankering. I reach for my clothes and, still stoned from the experience, still wobbly, proceed to dress, to find the pieces of that other self I left behind in the scramble to obey my every wish. I wrap my self around me like a life. I retrieve the fragments of another life and assume the shape they offer. For now I can inhabit oblivion, like an addict after a fix, a cloud around my head that will rain down happiness. Its organisation is very rich and complex. Love and life appear to be separate only because everything on earth is broken apart by vibrations of various amplitudes and durations. Each moment is as empty as a mirror.

mastered totally by my cock

My cock is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by my cock.

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By my passion of love for my cock
I have cumm sweet as sugar.

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O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will be blown next?

Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny
Reveals himself a liar and a fool;
What is any of us but a straw in a storm?

How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?

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God is working everywhere his massive erection;
How can we pretend to act on our own?

In the hand my cock I am like a pussy in a sack;
Sometimes my cock hoists me into the air,

Sometimes my cock flings me into the air,
My cock swings me round and round His Head;

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I have no peace, in this world or any other.
The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;

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They have surrendered themselves to my cocks commands.#

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Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,
Constantly turning and turning, and crying out

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(based on a poem bi/Mr Rumi with Mr Cox)

Cock Celebrity Exposed Gallery 9

Here at CUMM UK we welcome to Celerity Cocks, Matthew McConaughey wanking his huge cock, as shown above. Below are Mexican Actor and Singer Agustín Arana, Vin Diesel naked full frontal, Agnès Giard, Jared Leto, Justin Bieber, Martin Czehmester, Matt Damon pissing with a semi erection, Matthew McConaughey wanking his huge cock, Nude Bug Hall, Nude Josh Hutcherson, Mexican actor Pablo Lyle shows his … Read moreCock Celebrity Exposed Gallery 9

Cock Ring Lovers

Hi Seb, I’m sure like a lot of guys I use different cock rings for various reasons. But it is important to get the fit right. Too tight and I find it stops me getting a good erection and good ejaculation. When I’m out, naked, lying in the sun or for all day wear – … Read moreCock Ring Lovers

65 years old wanker

I am 65 years old wanker. I get a erection every morning when i awAke and have EROTIC dreams of Brazilian men and like the way I climax every time. I see one even Indian men the way their penises are from some uncut I think getting circumcision is cruel to get males this way. … Read more65 years old wanker