Jenny_Jackson
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I've been writing a story about a cock. Actually, the cock is the main character. Does anyone thing this is weird? 
Ok. My first poll
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MagicaPractica
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Yes, it's weird. But when did weird become a bad thing? Actually, it sounds like a very fun idea.
Actually, it sounds like a very fun idea.
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I voted D, but only because it made me laugh.Jenny_Jackson said:I've been writing a story about a cock. Actually, the cock is the main character. Does anyone thing this is weird?
There was a really interesting movie made about the same thing. It was a guy with a talking cock. Once he listened to it, it helped him to be more successful with women. Finally, by the end of the movie, he took back control over his life and was much happier when he was in charge. It was a little obvious, but still a cute analogy.
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CeriseNoire
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It doesn't seem all that weird to me. Why not hear it from the cock's point of view? it often does all the thinking.
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What is his name?
Jenny_Jackson
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Dick. What elsesweetsubsarahh said:What is his name?
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Jenny_Jackson said:Dick. What else
You've got lots of options here, though.
George?
Karl?
Mr. Happy?
Jenny_Jackson
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Ok. Here's the first run through. Needs work though
My life totally sucks. I spend my entire day locked away with only brief moments of “recreation time.” It’s just like being in prison. My owner is a complete asshole.
Oh, I guess I haven’t explained, have I? Okay, here goes. I belong to Big Jim Harcourt. You know him. He was a big football quarterback in high school. Then he got a sports scholarship to USC. Those days really sucked for me. The entire four years of college I spent most of my time stuffed into a plastic helmet and buried in a dirty jock strap. I was so glad when he finally graduated. I did not feel sorry for the asshole when he was passed over in the pro draft though. I actually cheered.
Anyway, I’ve been mistreated for years and I don’t deserve it. Did you know that half the time at night that bastard strangles me? The other half of the time he was stuffing me is a stinky, gooey hole. Yeah. It is fun for him, but I don’t much care for it.
Although, looking back I do remember one time Jim’s abuse backfired on him and I had a good time. I think her name was Ginger or something. I think it was at the Bubble Pub in Anaheim when…
“Hey, baby. Nice rack you got there. You been a cheerleader long?” Jim Harcourt said with his usual suave manner as he leaned against the bar, his fifth beer in his hand.
“Oh, you’re Jim Harcourt. I’ve seen you play.”
“Yeah, baby. That’s me. Big Jim Harcourt. You wanna see why they call me “Big Jim?”
“Umm. Ok,” Ginger said in a moronically blonde moment.
Jim Harcourt took Ginger by the arm and pushed her into a corner. Unzipping his pants, he pulled me out. Then he waved me at her. I really hate it when he does that.
“Oh. It is pretty big. What do you call him?”
“I call him Dick. And you know what? Dick wants you to suck him.”
“Suck him? Whatever for?” Ginger said with a flip of her bleach blonde hair while sporting a stupid smile.
“Yeah. Suck me, bitch,” I interjected, not really expecting much. But to my surprise her soft hand just wrapped itself around me. I did my best to smile. Actually, the proper term would be “Shit Eating Grin,” but, of course, I have only one eye and no mouth so I doubt it was really all that effective. As it turns out, it didn’t really matter.
The next thing I knew, Ginger’s soft palm was sliding up and down my body. It felt so good. It made me want to stretch my muscles and flex a bit. But that was only a preview of what would happen next. I opened my eye just long enough to see her drop to her knees. She had one hand on a tit, crushing it while she licked her lips greedily. I thought I was going to be eaten, for God sake.
Yeah, I know. It always starts this way. Then Jim grabs me and stuffs me in a smelly hole where a dozen other cocks had been that same evening. Like, I’m supposed to really enjoy that, right? I end up all gooey and sick, coved in ten different flavors of cum. Oh yeah. Great life. I hope you had fun, Jim, you retard.
So, I’m staring at this mouth, imagining huge fangs ready to rip off my head at any moment, when the pink little tongue sneaked out and licked me. How odd, I thought. I sniffed and found her mouth smelled like Listerine. Not the original either. This was Artic Mint. I sort of liked it. It game me a little shiver and tingled the skin along my shaft.
But suddenly, as I was pondering the very nice tongue that had been messaging me, everything went black. My eye popped open. Holy Shit. I thing she’s trying to swallow me whole! But then, there was that tongue again rubbing my body. And damn it! She stuck her tongue in my eye. Bitch!
Then I was back in the light with her soft hand stroking me again. I blinked the spittle out of my eye and grumbled. But that tongue was back again. Oh. It felt so damn good. My whole body swelled with emotion as I was overcome by that Mint flavored tongue. I thought I was in heaven.
But, like always happens. I started to get sick again. I really hate that, you know. It starts way down and just gets worse and worse until finally, I throw up everywhere. It’s so damn embarrassing. But I just couldn’t help it.
The one thing good that came of it though. I paid her back. I barffed right in her eye. She was pissed too. She started screaming something about messing up her hair or something. I just shrugged. Served her right for sticking her tongue in my eye.
Anyway, that was it. That was my one and only really good time. All the rest is just boring work, friction and that dumb-ass, Jim moaning and groaning while he abuses me. I should be the one groaning. I wonder how Big Jim would like it if I stuck his head in a stinky hole. Would serve him right.
My life totally sucks. I spend my entire day locked away with only brief moments of “recreation time.” It’s just like being in prison. My owner is a complete asshole.
Oh, I guess I haven’t explained, have I? Okay, here goes. I belong to Big Jim Harcourt. You know him. He was a big football quarterback in high school. Then he got a sports scholarship to USC. Those days really sucked for me. The entire four years of college I spent most of my time stuffed into a plastic helmet and buried in a dirty jock strap. I was so glad when he finally graduated. I did not feel sorry for the asshole when he was passed over in the pro draft though. I actually cheered.
Anyway, I’ve been mistreated for years and I don’t deserve it. Did you know that half the time at night that bastard strangles me? The other half of the time he was stuffing me is a stinky, gooey hole. Yeah. It is fun for him, but I don’t much care for it.
Although, looking back I do remember one time Jim’s abuse backfired on him and I had a good time. I think her name was Ginger or something. I think it was at the Bubble Pub in Anaheim when…
“Hey, baby. Nice rack you got there. You been a cheerleader long?” Jim Harcourt said with his usual suave manner as he leaned against the bar, his fifth beer in his hand.
“Oh, you’re Jim Harcourt. I’ve seen you play.”
“Yeah, baby. That’s me. Big Jim Harcourt. You wanna see why they call me “Big Jim?”
“Umm. Ok,” Ginger said in a moronically blonde moment.
Jim Harcourt took Ginger by the arm and pushed her into a corner. Unzipping his pants, he pulled me out. Then he waved me at her. I really hate it when he does that.
“Oh. It is pretty big. What do you call him?”
“I call him Dick. And you know what? Dick wants you to suck him.”
“Suck him? Whatever for?” Ginger said with a flip of her bleach blonde hair while sporting a stupid smile.
“Yeah. Suck me, bitch,” I interjected, not really expecting much. But to my surprise her soft hand just wrapped itself around me. I did my best to smile. Actually, the proper term would be “Shit Eating Grin,” but, of course, I have only one eye and no mouth so I doubt it was really all that effective. As it turns out, it didn’t really matter.
The next thing I knew, Ginger’s soft palm was sliding up and down my body. It felt so good. It made me want to stretch my muscles and flex a bit. But that was only a preview of what would happen next. I opened my eye just long enough to see her drop to her knees. She had one hand on a tit, crushing it while she licked her lips greedily. I thought I was going to be eaten, for God sake.
Yeah, I know. It always starts this way. Then Jim grabs me and stuffs me in a smelly hole where a dozen other cocks had been that same evening. Like, I’m supposed to really enjoy that, right? I end up all gooey and sick, coved in ten different flavors of cum. Oh yeah. Great life. I hope you had fun, Jim, you retard.
So, I’m staring at this mouth, imagining huge fangs ready to rip off my head at any moment, when the pink little tongue sneaked out and licked me. How odd, I thought. I sniffed and found her mouth smelled like Listerine. Not the original either. This was Artic Mint. I sort of liked it. It game me a little shiver and tingled the skin along my shaft.
But suddenly, as I was pondering the very nice tongue that had been messaging me, everything went black. My eye popped open. Holy Shit. I thing she’s trying to swallow me whole! But then, there was that tongue again rubbing my body. And damn it! She stuck her tongue in my eye. Bitch!
Then I was back in the light with her soft hand stroking me again. I blinked the spittle out of my eye and grumbled. But that tongue was back again. Oh. It felt so damn good. My whole body swelled with emotion as I was overcome by that Mint flavored tongue. I thought I was in heaven.
But, like always happens. I started to get sick again. I really hate that, you know. It starts way down and just gets worse and worse until finally, I throw up everywhere. It’s so damn embarrassing. But I just couldn’t help it.
The one thing good that came of it though. I paid her back. I barffed right in her eye. She was pissed too. She started screaming something about messing up her hair or something. I just shrugged. Served her right for sticking her tongue in my eye.
Anyway, that was it. That was my one and only really good time. All the rest is just boring work, friction and that dumb-ass, Jim moaning and groaning while he abuses me. I should be the one groaning. I wonder how Big Jim would like it if I stuck his head in a stinky hole. Would serve him right.
angelicminx
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Jenny_Jackson said:I've been writing a story about a cock. Actually, the cock is the main character. Does anyone thing this is weird?
My choice wasn't on there, so I just voted no. My choice would have been, 'Sounds hilarious'. Right up my alley there, Jenny. Can't wait to read it.
TheeGoatPig
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It's weird for some, but not really for you. It's perfect as far as your stories go
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Congrats on your first poll. Took me a while to build up to mine 
Cute idea. Sort of like the Dick Monologues (can I spell?).
I know what Dick doesn't like now, but what does he like - has he got a fav fantasy he wants to share? Or is he into boys?
Cute idea. Sort of like the Dick Monologues (can I spell?).
I know what Dick doesn't like now, but what does he like - has he got a fav fantasy he wants to share? Or is he into boys?
wehstar
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An interesting thought. What category will it fall into?
Joke:
There were three dicks pissing into a urinal, all in a line talking to each other.
The first one speaks:
"My owner is really good to me, I have such a good life. I am washed and bathed every single day."
Not to be outdone, the second dick speaks:
"Well my owner washes me twice daily, and wears only the finest silk underwear."
The third dick is jealous:
"My owner is a bastard. Two or three times a day he puts me in a paper bag, squeezes me hard and shakes me about until I vomit."
Joke:
There were three dicks pissing into a urinal, all in a line talking to each other.
The first one speaks:
"My owner is really good to me, I have such a good life. I am washed and bathed every single day."
Not to be outdone, the second dick speaks:
"Well my owner washes me twice daily, and wears only the finest silk underwear."
The third dick is jealous:
"My owner is a bastard. Two or three times a day he puts me in a paper bag, squeezes me hard and shakes me about until I vomit."
goodguy2nondfuk
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Could be fun, funny and interesting. Lots of angles with which to work!
Roxanne Appleby
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Actually, one of the very first strories written in the language called English was about a cock. His name was Chaniticleer.
(I'm referring to Canterbury tales, of course. They are almost readable in the original, if you have glossary for about sixth word. I don't really consider "old English" as the same language we speak now, this which has that huge infusion of French.)
from "The Nun's Priests Tale":
Whan that the monthe in which the world bigan
That highte March, whan God first maked man,
Was compleet, and passed were also
Syn March was gon, thritty dayes and two,
Bifel that Chauntecleer in al his pryde,
Hise sevene wyves walkynge by his syde,
Caste up hise eyen to the brighte sonne,
That in the signe of Taurus hadde yronne
Twenty degrees and oon, and somwhat moore;
And knew by kynde, and by noon oother loore,
That it was pryme, and crew with blisful stevene,
"The sonne," he seyde, "is clomben upon hevene
Fourty degrees and oon, and moore, ywis.
(I'm referring to Canterbury tales, of course. They are almost readable in the original, if you have glossary for about sixth word. I don't really consider "old English" as the same language we speak now, this which has that huge infusion of French.)
from "The Nun's Priests Tale":
Whan that the monthe in which the world bigan
That highte March, whan God first maked man,
Was compleet, and passed were also
Syn March was gon, thritty dayes and two,
Bifel that Chauntecleer in al his pryde,
Hise sevene wyves walkynge by his syde,
Caste up hise eyen to the brighte sonne,
That in the signe of Taurus hadde yronne
Twenty degrees and oon, and somwhat moore;
And knew by kynde, and by noon oother loore,
That it was pryme, and crew with blisful stevene,
"The sonne," he seyde, "is clomben upon hevene
Fourty degrees and oon, and moore, ywis.
Grushenka
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Very clever and well done, I'd read more. However, I don't care for his attitude to the 'smelly' hole. Why can't he find it comfy at least, or warm and aromatic, soothing, etc. Otherwise, you've done well with other details and attitude. Perhaps he could comment on other 'Dicks' when in a public urinal or locker room?
Hope you write more and submit it. Good luck, Gru
Hope you write more and submit it. Good luck, Gru
