Hello, my name is Jeff K. and I’m a cockaholic. I admit that I am absolutely powerless in the face of dick. Big dick. I can’t help myself. I see a guy’s bulge and everything comes to a complete stop. I lose it. All control. In awe, like being slipped some stuff, the world gels into a poorly lit soft focus, leaving this hard fierce radiant object that drops me on a crawl, lips reaching—suddenly I remember the first time I wanted something, anything in my mouth: my fist, daddy’s finger, a blue rubber ring, Jesus, anything just fucking stick it in front of me and please don’t try to make me fucking walk yet, give me a few more months for chrissake. “That’s my big boy, come and get it. . . .”
There must have been some pivotal moment when not just anything could appease my palate. I just knew my mouth wanted dick. Big. Fat. Cock. No substitutes. It helps that I’m gay. And I don’t know why, didn’t care really, but everybody around me wanted to know why, except for the thousands of married men I sucked off, they didn’t care either.
And after meeting hundreds of thousands of dicks, you’d think I’d have grown tired, despondent, “you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all,” right? Whoever said that must not have been looking. Millions of dicks and never one the same, even on twins. Each guys wears his differently. Like snowflakes. Absolutely magical. It still seizes and moves me, the mystery of arousal. “What have we here? Hell-o!” To see his meaty piece rise to the occasion. I know it’s just filling with blood, but I continue to marvel.
JEFF KIRBY, from “Cockaholic”, Queer View Mirror, (Arsenal Pulp Press).
My musings here aren’t entirely focused on my idolatry and it is a primary colour. So, no surprise that the current BIGgest number of daily hits surround mega-hung, flavr-of-the-moment, Criss Strokes. Deservedly so. His cock and body are a beauty to behold. Super lean, ultra-cut/clean . . . and that COCK. Mighty. Glorious. Perfection. Then there’s that celtic cross accentuating the full-length of his forearm and the fact that he’s a tad “goofy” simply endears me to him all the more.
Criss’ rep has increased substantially since my initial post, a staple at Brazzers, he’s also ventured into some solo/gay work. Kudos. It’s rare to find someone who so apparently enjoys displaying his own big cock as much as I take pleasure in devouring. A feast.
Photo: The look on her face (and mine). Criss on display in Brazzers’ The BIG Secret.
