No two dicks are the same
Hell, mine’s not even the same one
minute to the next
Sometimes shy and withdrawn
Sometimes bold and upstanding
Sometimes
languid and full and ready to stir.
No two dicks are the same
Cut or covered
Straight or curved
Some cum buckets
Some
but a gentle rain
Each one has his story
Each one has his man
Joy and sorrow
Laughter and pain
You never know what you’ve got
Even after they cum
Even after you’re clean
You can’t prevent
change.
No two dicks are the same
Men at a distance can be safe and alluring
Men up close can
overwhelm with sensations
Men who say no, in their eyes and their
pose
Men who say no, in their lies and their prose
Men who won’t
love you, no matter what you do.
No two dicks are the same
The
first man to show me his, proud as can be
Was eight year old
Michael, alone in apartment 3D
He lay on his bed with his legs
spread apart
And pulled his balls up til they covered his cock
And
he called it a turtle as the little dick head hid inside, and poked out
of, the rounded ball sack
And then there was Tony at thirteen and
fourteen
His dick was full grown
His balls hung free
His
crotch had hair
I yearned so to lick the shaft of that dick, to suck
it and suck it and make it all slick
But contented myself with the
jerking we did
As we learned the first joys of cumming
And knew
it was good.
Roger, dear Roger
All blond and assured
We
sat side by side in the back of the class
My hard on was raging, but
I never saw his
His dick was kept hidden,
His lusts went
elsewhere,
While I stewed in my juices,
Content as can be
To
have a good friend to play with and watch
While we went our own ways
and never said why.
No two dicks are the same
Each morning
I’d wake and find mine erect
Waiting to squirm and to spasm in bed
I’d wrap my hand round it and feel the sensations
At fourteen and
fifteen and sixteen unsated
One morning my father walked into my
room
Thinking I still slept, he entered in quiet
And found me
laid bare with my dick hard and pulsing
The silence was deep as he
realized his blunder
And blushing and stammering turned on his heel
While I paused but a beat and watched his reaction
And knew for the
first time I had real power and strength
As I saw him retreat all
red in the face
As I picked up the rhythm and knew I my heart
That
we’d just become equals, at least for my part.
No two dicks are the same
I knew that right from the start
I’ve seen quite a lot
And I’ve
held very many
I’ve known some quite well
And wished to know
others
Each one has been different
Each one has been loved
I’ve
seen them mature as I too have grown older
These men and their
dicks,
They fill me with wonder,
They make the world sing.
No two dicks are the same.