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Big Cock: An Erotic Selfie Ode

He stood there, glistening in the morning sun, barely clothed and full of pure masculine energy. His thick arms taut and flexing, his chest rising and falling with a silent ferocity. From this angle, I saw his cock, not just any cock, a big one, full of promise and untapped potential. It was larger than average, if not quite monstrous, and it seemed to demand I pay attention. I wanted to touch it, stroke it, feel it in all its glory, and I could almost hear it calling to me. This was bigger than anything I ever seen before, and I wanted to document it in its entirety. This was an ode not just to big cock but also to its promise of pleasure and delight, and all of the potential it held.

Table of Contents

• 1. Exploring Big Cock Selfies: The Erotic Art of Display
• 2. An Ode to Big Cocks and the Men Who Love Them
• 3. Bigger is Better: A Horny Celebration of Size
• 4. Celebrating the Joys and Adventures of a Big Cock Voyage
• To Wrap It Up

1. Exploring Big Cock Selfies: The Erotic Art of Display

His was a cock that caught my eye when I first stumbled across one of his selfies. An awe-inspiring and prodigious beast. Possessing all the very finest attributes of a legendary showcase. Boldly veined and boasting an all-powerful girth of uncommon proportions. A behemoth hard on to the eye, unknowable and frenetic in its potential for pleasure.

• His touch promised an overload of sensation.
• His sheer magnitude conjured up images of ultimate satisfaction.
• Yet still, I found myself reveling in his sheer beauty and size alone.

It was an instant and desperate lust cocooned by the arrogant glory of his size that begged to be admired, worshipped and explored. Nothing on my end of the screen could contain the full scope of his magnificence and his powerful presence. He seemed all-seeing and all-knowing, giving off vibes of hot and heavy, unrestrained sexual energy.

• He just had to be experienced.
• He had to be grabbed, sampled and tasted first-hand.
• That, after all, was the only proper way to enjoy him.

2. An Ode to Big Cocks and the Men Who Love Them

Big cocks are beautiful, a work of art, each one unique, like a fingerprint. I can’t help but to marvel at the sight of a big cock, with veins dancing across its thick length, rubbing against a pair of strong thighs, just begging to be touched.

• That first touch: there’s no better feeling than wrapping one’s hand around a big hard cock, feeling the smooth velvety texture, almost as if it was created just for me.
• Smell and taste: the smell is unique and inviting, like a drug that draws me close without an invitation – and the taste – oh the taste, I can’t get enough of it!
• The way it moves: as it grows and thickenes, as if responding to an inner command, beckoning me to come closer.

Big cocks are trophies, works of art, a sign of strength – and a source of strength and power that both men and women find attractive. It’s no wonder why the sight of a big cock elicits such admiration and appreciation. Big cocks are a symbol of masculinity and machismo, something that many of us crave.

3. Bigger is Better: A Horny Celebration of Size

Between his Hips
His hips were big and his thighs even bigger. Not just fat, but tough and muscular, sitting atop long and strong legs that seemed ready to lift and carry me anywhere. His arms felt like vise-grips around me, allowing me to feel his strength without feeling threatened. His body shape invited exploration – his chest was sculpted and each muscle seemed to have its own story.

His stomach and abdomen were a treat. I felt strangely drawn to them, like I wanted to kiss, lick and ravage every inch of them with my tongue. As I looked through the selfies he had sent to me, I saw the same thing again and again: a big, beautiful, strong and slightly intimidating penis that made my mouth water and my skin tingle. Big cock:

• Long
• Thick
• Ready to please

It was all I could do not to jump on him the first time I saw it. I wanted to feel the length of it between my lips and fingers, I wanted to swirl my tongue on the shaft and taste his cum. And while I wanted to take my time in exploring it, I also wanted to go wild and fast, succumbing to my inner desires and primal urges. I was ready for a horny celebration of size and he was able to live up to my expectations.

4. Celebrating the Joys and Adventures of a Big Cock Voyage

The Perfect Cock:

I was enamored with that big cock, as I knew I would be. I’d seen the selfie he had posted and couldn’t keep my eyes off it. Such shaft, such girth, that hard round head, it was a work of art. I wanted to run my hands along it, to stroke it, to taste it. I couldn’t wait to feel the pleasure of it inside me.

I dive in and feel it in its fullness, every delicious inch of it. Wave after wave of pleasure surge through me as he slides in and out. I know he’s enjoying it too just from the look on his face and the way his body moves. I feel him getting close and know my climax is just moments away. As we reach completion, I bask in the pleasure of it all. He’s been the perfect host to my big cock voyage and I’m looking forward to the next one.

To Wrap It Up

As I slowly got up and put my trousers back on, I felt the overwhelming sensation of voyeuristic pleasure and deeply satisfying satisfaction, having created an ode to big cock with a plunge into the tantalizing depths of raw self-expression and something new that I just hadn’t experienced before. With my heart pounding and my face flushed, I felt a queer delight in my eyes and I smiled as I buttoned up my shirt, feeling like I had emerged beneath the wings of one wild, primal sexual force.