Have you ever notice how chock full of suckable cocks the world is? It boggles the mind. Be forewarned - stop and think about it and unless you're careful, that's all you'll be able to think about.
On my peregrinations (Isn't that a humdinger of a word? It's been stuck in my head since high school English. It means "travels", usually by foot, which doesn't quite fit. I travel by car, when I can. It also usually refers to a pilgrim. That aspect of the definition I will claim. I'm a pilgrim of cock or perhaps given my bent, Cock would be more appropriate. I quest, and thirst, for the perfect Cock. The ur-Cock from which all earthly cocks are but a pale imitation.)
Anyway, on my journey through life I have, unfortunately, had more opportunity to observe and crave cock than I have had the satisfaction of enjoying cock. No matter, cock isn't the first, or only, instance in which the idea of a thing is superior to the reality of the thing; not that I've noticed a problem with the reality of the thing either.
Man, just pay attention. It's amazing. There's a running trail in the park near my office. I have my lunch on one of the benches and watch all the beautiful cocks go flopping by. Televised track and field events are better, especially if you have a DVR you can advance frame by frame. Oh my. Make yourself comfortable, grab the lube and enjoy. Don't rush. Take your time. Click. Click. Click. Find that one frame with the best cock flop, the one that tents the shorts the most, the one where you can damn near tell if the dude is circumcised. TV hooked to a computer or watching on a computer? Save the frame. Make yourself a mosaic for nights when you just don't have the energy to run out and find the real thing.
Pretend that's the cock in your ass, not a hunk of silicone. Imagine that cock banging your tonsils. Picturing that cock ejecting hot cream of man soup on your face or tongue. Wrap your mind around that cock and make it your own.
Websites? If you must, but where's the adventure in that? Get off your ass. Be an active voyeur. That may seem an oxymoron but it isn't.
Don't just think of parks as pick up spots. There is more to a park than the public john cruisers and behind the bush blow-jobs. Nothing wrong with either of those, though. Both can be fun to do or to watch, but set yourself a challenge. See if you can put your aura out there, shed some pheromones into the atmosphere, amp up the gaydar, whatever. See if you can get someone to flash you. It's almost always deliberate, in my opinion anyway. You think you really can't tell when your cock is hanging out the leg of your shorts?
There are two ways to approach the cock-peeking-out-of-the-shorts hunt. First, sit down and wait, like I describe above. If it's summer, walk across the lawn where dudes are tanning. If they have their knees up, there's a good chance, without being too obvious, you can get a nice look. Besides, the "cock peek", there is sometimes the napping-in-the-sun-boner tent. Be careful with your camera. It is true that legally one can have no expectation of
privacy
while in a
public
