Chapter 2583 I Want That Cock Badly(Sex-ventures):>Ep44
- I've made this trip dozens of times. I know how long it takes, I know how it feels, I know the bumps and textures and turns of the route, and I know just what to do to keep this precious cargo bottled up inside me. It's only a couple of tablespoons, but it's thin and slippery, and gravity is pooling it just above the narrow, muscular section of my tunnel. What sperm was mixed in with the semen is slowly swimming the other direction, still energized in its futile quest to fertilize the egg that will never arrive. I concentrate on keeping the muscles tightly closed, not letting the roughness of the road open me up for even a second. I don't want to lose it, yet.
- There are those who believe that Carl's fascination with sloppy seconds, his desire to feel another man's cum coating his cock as he forces it out, stroke by stroke, is a symptom of repressed homosexuality, or maybe some weak acknowledgment of submission, the acceptance of cuckoldry, the humiliation of being the afterthought. But Carl doesn't see it that way, and neither do I. As Carl sees it, it's an act of dominance, of taking something from another man and making it his own, displacing the competing seed and overwhelming it with his own. It's an act of power, of triumph, but it's not one that can be delayed.
- I've spent some time musing on it, especially during these trips between two lovers. It's about twenty minutes of thinking each time, and I've even done some research online. I've arrived at an explanation which satisfies me, and meshes perfectly with my own vision of my place in the cosmic order. It's the most primal but fully human expression of our evolutionary development, a behavior that precisely matches our anatomy. It's sperm competition, promiscuous mating, ambiguous fatherhood, and the foundation of tribal loyalty.