What’s it really like?

If I only could, I’d make a deal with god, and get him to swap our places. So mused Kate Bush, and many (incorrectly) interpreted that as the respective genders wanting to know what the other’s orgasms felt like.

It doesn’t hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels?

But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I’m tearing you asunder
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

Oh come on, angel
Come on, come on, darling
Let’s exchange the experience, oh

Once you think the lyrics are about the different experiences of cumming, it’s not hard to see why. And who hasn’t wondered what it’s like?

Of course, it’s not just orgasms – I’ve often wondered what its like to have tits or a pussy. Fiona once explained that she enjoyed me fucking her arse because of the feeling of being full, and having been pegged a few precious times and enjoyed various butt plugs, I can certainly empathise with that. With hindsight, I wish I’d asked Fiona how that compared to the feeling of me fucking her cunt, but that opportunity is long gone. [Ed: Perhaps youย can answer that question for us, Dear Buggered Female Reader?] However, I’m sceptical whether it can ever be possible to imagine what it’s really like to have a differently endowed body: even for post-op transgender individuals, whilst surgery may give the overall physical structures of their latter gender, nerve connections and muscular structure can surely never be exactly replicated.

But it doesn’t stop you wondering.

Within a couple of days of each other, three incidents reminded of this conundrum.

As I walked down stairs, naked, to the bathroom, my morning wood bobbed in front of me. My near rigid cock bounced up and down as I descended each step, swinging with the motion of my hips. Even when I stopped for a moment, momentum still needed to be expended. There was a sense of satisfaction. A weight imposed upon skin and ligaments. Pleasure, both physical and mental. And it was impossible not to smile.

A couple of days later, I saw this …

The combination of boots, (especially calf length lace up boots), gloves and a strap-on all contributed to smare my attention. But it was the swing of the phallus that was transfixing. It reminded me very much of how my own cock had oscillated on the stairs. I can’t imagine wearing a strap-on is much like having a real cock, but perhaps even having a false member swing from your crotch might give some of that impression?

With this difference in mind, when I Tumblr’d across the next image, again I found myself contemplating the haves and the have nots. From my Sinful Sunday posts, you will have seen, Dear Reader, that I have a foreskin. Without wanting to get into the politics of circumcision just now, it is something I would not be without. Unsurprisingly, over the decades I have been masturbating, my foreskin has become a virtuous component of my wanking. The way it stretches as it is pulled back and the tug as it reaches it’s limit. The feel of it enveloping my glans on the forward stroke. The intense contrast between sheathed and exposed cock head. Detail is as exquisite a part of sensation as it is of visual stimuli. And it is all too rare to see porn featuring uncut cocks.

So when I saw this wank, it stood out like an erection in a convent.
I have long regarded myself as predominantly straight. I’ll happily admit I’m occasionally aroused by the sight of gay porn, but in the context of foreskins, I think this captivating image illustrates what many may wonder about very well indeed.

3 Responses to “What’s it really like?”

  1. I noticed you weren’t cut. I actually quite prefer uncut… not that it matters… because I enjoy the surprise element… lol And I am sure it keeps ones cock head nice and moist. It is always refreshing to see a penis as it was meant to look. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

  2. I love an uncut cock as much as a cut one, and I find watching the foreskin moving over the glans hypnotic. ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ˜

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