The Penis is a beautiful thing
Submitted by Snapper
I’m a predominantly heterosexual male who loves the penis and I’m not ashamed to admit it. My fascination with cock started when I was in college and studying art and photography. It had started with my girlfriend. She enjoyed posing for photos and we produced some great work together. I wouldn’t say that it was porn. There was a lot of artistry in what we created together even though it was mostly very sexual.
I had thought that our artistic work had ended when we mutually agreed to part ways romantically, but she wanted to continue to pose for drawings and photos, and that’s when my appreciation for the penis truly began.
Some might think it’s odd that I would photograph or draw her and her new boyfriend, but we’d ended our relationship on good terms and it was a perfect opportunity to develop my style and become more diverse in my work. I’d been thinking of hiring a male model for a few weeks, just to be able to draw and photograph the male form instead of all my work being about her. When she asked him and showed him some of the work we’d already done he was very interested in the experience and volunteered. Of course it went both ways, she enjoyed using both me and him for her own work whenever she had an idea that seemed intriguing. I wasn’t particularly shy about being naked around others, certainly not her. We started going out to remote locations where they would pose and I would take photos, or where she would draw either me or him, or both of us, in an interesting pose. She was definitely interested in the homoerotic and while we would make contact there was never anything distinctly sexual in it for me or him.
Despite there being no apparent sexual attraction between me and him over about two months my interest her boyfriend overtook my interest in photographing or drawing her, or them together. He really was a remarkable young man. I’d always been a little geeky, but fit, while he was true male model material. He was extremely handsome and played several sports. He had the physique of a Greek statue, tall and perfectly proportioned with wide shoulders and a thin waist, a very thick and long cock with large balls. He would also get aroused very easily and whenever we were taking photos he would often be hard before he was naked.
In short, he became a muse.
One time I’d found an abandoned house and the lighting in the decaying bathroom was perfect for a shoot so I asked him to act like he was getting ready to have a shower. This was one of the first times when it was just me and him working together. The problem was that he was fully hard and it didn’t suit what I was going for. I took some photos of him from behind, with his wide shoulders and large glutes, but then I was stuck. Instead of ending the shoot or trying something different he suggested “dealing with it” and just got started wanking his cock. I’d never photographed a man masturbating before so I asked if I could take some pictures and he was very amenable to that. It really didn’t occur to me at the time that he was an exhibitionist but I suppose that was a large part of his interest in it.
I must have taken a couple of hundred photos of him masturbating that afternoon, with so many close shots of his penis, the clear liquid dripping out of his tip, his balls swinging with his effort, his foreskin glistening in the light and eventually his semen flinging from his erection with force. They were some of my favourite images for a long time. I have one black and white photo of him leaning against the door frame with a long white streak of cum flying through the air and catching the light from the hole in the roof above where the shower used to be.
Once he was done and his cock softened we eventually got the shots I’d planned but that experience definitely me. There was something far more erotic about it than any of the shoots I’d enjoyed with my former girlfriend. He showed her the photos we’d taken and she was amazed. She tells me she still has one of them in a frame on her desk at home.
In the weeks that followed we became close friends and he would help me with locations for a shoot, he would have ideas about where we could go. We took photos in the woods, in an abandoned warehouse, at the beach, in the changing rooms and showers. Not all of the shoots led to a cum shot, but more often than not there would be a hundred or more photos of his incredible penis. During this time I became more sexually interested and one time when we were taking photos in a public toilet for a “cruising” themed shoot (I know, it seems odd that a straight man would be taking such photos but I was always very open minded about these things even if I wasn’t partaking) I was aroused enough to masturbate with him and we both finished in the urinals. It actually seemed quite logical at the time, given the theme of the shoot and only having him to work with. I sometimes wonder if I’d done all that deliberately, subconsciously, knowing that for it to be “cruising” there would have to be more than one penis for subject matter.
Perhaps I was just naive about things. If it really had just been a series of photos of him at the urinals or in a toilet stall it wouldn’t really have had the intended impact.
I was still an artist, I was still seeing it all as being a professional task but I knew that my interest in penises as a subject was more considerable than it had been.
Eventually he moved on from our artistic work together but I found other models to work with. I became amazed by how different penises were, and surprised by how eager so many men were to get their dick out. Some were short and thick, others long and slender, like mine. Some would be rigid in a second, others would stay soft throughout a shoot. I met a lot of men over the next few years and photographed probably sixty or seventy penises. I took photos of men from all walks of life, from Australian backpackers to stock traders, teachers to brick layers, they were gay, straight and everywhere in-between, they all seemed quite happy to show off their cock.
Now I accept that I have a certain fetish for dick, and for masturbation. I can of course recognize a beautiful male physique from an artistic perspective, and I still love drawing and painting the female nude, but I am certainly interested in the penis for aesthetic and sexual reasons. I love everything about it, from the way the folds of foreskin slide and roll up behind a swollen glans to the way the skin hangs from the shaft to the scrotum. Seeing another man enjoying his penis is a true delight and even though I rarely seek out a model to photograph these days for that purpose I have become a masturbator with other men and sharing this hobby together has been one of the most fulfilling parts of my sexual life.
Some might consider me bisexual, but there is no love there and I view that as a distinct part of being bisexual. I have no interest in forming a romantic relationship with another man, at least not beyond a close friendship. I just find the penis fascinating, beautiful, amazing to look at and play with. The power of a hard cock is visually enticing to me, as much as the easygoing masculinity of a soft one swinging in a gym changing room.
I’ve thought about it a lot over the years and I can really only describe it as a fetish. I’m heterosexual in every other regard, I just enjoy the penis.
And why wouldn’t we enjoy it? The penis is a beautiful thing.
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