Let's start from the base, where the tangled veins thudding with blood curl out from my body and wrap into the shaft of my cock. There, of course, is the heavy swell of balls beneath, pulled down by their own weight and bobbing with every step toward you. If you're so inclined, you could almost reach out and caress them, churning with seed and pulsing slightly in your grasp, skin stretched taut over my sack.

But you're here for the cocks, I assume, and although I've only got one... It's a pretty good one, if I do say so myself. That base, flowing from the angular V where my legs melt into my hips, all muscle and skin hot to the touch, is something you might get to. If you're lucky. Or exceptionally skilled, I suppose. You can feel my cock wrapped in your fingers, if you want- the faint ridges and meandering veins, that distinct upward curve beneath your fingertips... Sure, you could even imagine what it might feel like inside you, stretching against your inner walls and pulsing with heat, but where's the fun in jumping right to that? A thick, blunt head might draw your eye, the delicious swoop of the crown perfect for just making that pop between your lips, or plunging with an aching fullness inside the ring of your ass. Or perhaps you're more of a shaft aficionado, eager to feel the slight outward bulge, the throbbing heat inside, or the salty taste of a man yearning for release while your lips slide right down to the base.

And speaking of tastes, well... There are a lot of ways you could work your way to feeling the warm satisfaction of my cum bursting out. Perhaps you'd enjoy feeling my climax working all the way to your tongue, a pulse of seed racing along that thick vein in the underside and spreading hot and rich into your mouth. Or maybe you're less of a taster, and more inclined to feel. That's very much a possibility too- can't your just picture that first rush of penetration, the spreading of your folds and the stretch of your insides, and the subtle kiss of my hips finally coming to rest against your own? Just look at the curve- caressing you from the inside, each ridge and vein working its way through you as I thrust, even that steady stretch and release of the bulge in my shaft entering you again and again. Just imagine my hands tightening on your hips, stroking your hair and pulling just a little, clutching onto you as my growl deepens to a moan and the rhythm of my thrusts deepens to a rolling thunder of skin on skin. And then release. A cage of arms and grunts and desperate kisses keeping you still for me, as that heat explodes deep inside you and spreads, warm and slow, in warm, raw pulses all the way to your womb.

And for you, who's currently thinking "but- but I like it there instead..." Don't worry; you're more than welcome to imagine every inch sliding tightly into your ass, my voice murmuring encouragement in your ear and a gentle spread of your body with my guiding hands. Can you feel it, if you think really, really hard? Hot and firm and so much bigger than it looks, working its way to kiss your every curve inside with an almost impossible fullness. Slick, a wet noise heralding another push as lube slides down your thighs and drips from my balls swinging gently below.

Let's not forget the sound of things, shall we? The faint thud of my heart, the slow, wet sound of your lips sealing over that dusky pink of my tip. Maybe even a wet, slopping smack as you take it all might catch your fancy. There's so much to imagine, if you close your eyes and just listen- the squelch and pop of a rolling thrust, the faint squish as your body opens to accept my intrusion. Perhaps finishing with a throaty growl as your body hums with the sound of my hips working in to the base, the thud of your own heart as you're taken to the brink yourself...

I could go on, really I could. Maybe I could write a thousand words about you- about how this aching hardness is all. Your. Fault. About how the touch of your skin, the sound of your breath quickening, is what draws the thoughts from my mind and the pleasure from my body, stripping me bare and kindling a fire inside that will only be quenched in the ancient rhythm of a good, proper fucking. And maybe it's you who makes my pulse race, causes those veins to swell and thump with an almost painful intensity. Maybe there's no maybe about it, my need only growing with every second I look at the way your eyes caress my shaft and your shoulders tense as you draw back playfully. Every last inch of you sparks every inch of me to hum with excitement, and here we both are.

What will you do with it, if you can imagine it? Dusky pink and tanned skin, swirls of red and blue up veins and the almost purple ridge of my tip, straining for your body to relieve the pressure churning within? Will your lips part, your eyes beckon? Will you lay back on the bed, legs drawn up as my hands descend to brace myself? Knees bent, ass upthrust and spread for some sinful entry? Or perhaps you're good with your hands, reaching out to stroke and caress, to tease out gasps and sighs alike from my frantic lips. It's all you. It's all what causes me to strain and feel the fire burning from within.

Can't you see it now? What your gaze fuels in me, how much I want you, what I crave to feel you with, all of it burning in your imagination?

Can you?