14 thoughts on “Stocky Blokes Fuck 4 Times Longer

  1. These lines from the poem by W.H. Auden about his chance, afternoon dalliance with a young man (see the HaPenis post “Platonic Blow”) reinforce the point I am making.

    “The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
    A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
    Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
    To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.

    Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
    The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
    Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
    Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.

    We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
    All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
    Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
    Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

    Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
    Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
    The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
    Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.

    I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
    And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
    Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
    Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.”

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