Of Cocks and Better Men
Truly there is something worse than death
Hark Hark. Hither dear, my time has come his will is done. I sail away from mortal shores into an ocean never explored. And as with any man, as voyage commence, I look back upon the beach of past life and hope to give myself ease of heart with my past recompensed.
I see the cocks of men dance gaylie and throb with passion. The countless times of lust, joining them in their erotic rhythm losing my mind and bodily inhibitions; I recounted all I could see.
Theres the feral shaft of a canine, my first of many, heralding in my future desires and ultimately led to my first crisis, bringing a bleeding heart that shall never clot. He took me, naive as we were, as our first. Looking back with heavy heart, I see the loveless steps of a shaking pup. Neither of us sure of anything we were doing, imagined lust brought us towards the very real.
First experience brought fulfilment for no one. It's petty end leaving a petty bond between petty boys who hoped to be men.
If only lessons kept as strong as lust. My second cock came, average if not a bit smaller. Human, a friend. I offered myself to him he accepted. In the end I became his vessel of loathing and fear; kept as acquaintances until the years ate it away.
The shoreline grew distant, the cocks of men became blurry, much like they were in my life. At a point it didn't seem to matter.
Near the horizon now, I see the shore stretch farther from sight from my left to my right. But one section grew all the brighter. Memories I yearn to forget shine brighter. Of those I truly loved; On the golden shoreline of cocks and better men. It was then I truly fell.