Infatuated with watching cocks cum

This is a bit of a misnomer for me. I like to see cocks cum; how much they cum, the consistency, and just exactly how they erupt, but not nearly as much as I like seeing the man himself as he orgasms.

The intensity of the spasms. Watching him contort. Seeing him go from every muscle tensed up, to absolutely released. Feeling every inch of his genitals taut and hardened to being so pliable and soft. Hearing his moans of ecstasy then hearing them revert to coos and even giggles as the orgasm transitions. Hearing him in almost anger as I edge him, to finally a heart-felt thank you moments later. Smelling the scent of lotion in the room to the unique scent of musky cum. And no taste in my mouth whatsoever, to that of brine if I can lick him clean.

For me it’s more than just a cock cumming, but the totality of it.

Cocks don't cum; men do.
Couldn't have said it better.
 
This is a bit of a misnomer for me. I like to see cocks cum; how much they cum, the consistency, and just exactly how they erupt, but not nearly as much as I like seeing the man himself as he orgasms.

The intensity of the spasms. Watching him contort. Seeing him go from every muscle tensed up, to absolutely released. Feeling every inch of his genitals taut and hardened to being so pliable and soft. Hearing his moans of ecstasy then hearing them revert to coos and even giggles as the orgasm transitions. Hearing him in almost anger as I edge him, to finally a heart-felt thank you moments later. Smelling the scent of lotion in the room to the unique scent of musky cum. And no taste in my mouth whatsoever, to that of brine if I can lick him clean.

For me it’s more than just a cock cumming, but the totality of it.

Cocks don't cum; men do.
I like how you referred to anger, the ragged breathing, the feral growl, the fuse that triggers the eruption, held at bay, but needing to vent.
 
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