The Perfect Cock
It’s not what you think it is. Or is it? And with that title it's obviously NSFW. Or is it?
“That’s the best looking cock I’ve ever seen,” is not a phrase Shayne ever thought would come from his mouth.
Bent over as he was, it was surreal to hear the gasps of the throng before he had finished his job.
There was no denying it; Tom was a stunning beast beyond compare: vigorous and alert.
Shayne should be moving on to the next position, but was transfixed.
How close he had been to despair, deflated at the mediocrity on parade. The grinding repetition of viewing substandard entries took its toll; sucking every inch of enjoyment out of his job.
It was that precise moment Tom rose into view, clucky and virile. Just the sight of him awakened his senses - like embracing the light of a new dawn after a storm.
As Shayne turned and looked upon Tom in all his grandeur, he gasped in admiration. Verging on adoration. He finally understood what Madonna meant when she sang “touched for the very first time.”
Yes. He felt like this was his first time. And it was. His first time in the presence of perfection.
It was if he’d never felt the tingle of expectation fulfilled. Endless promises finally made good.
There, standing at attention before him, Tom was nothing less than flawlessness personified. The ultimate cock.
Although already bent at the waist, Shayne leant further forward for a closer look.
Realising all eyes were on him, Shayne tried to snap himself out of his stupor. He searched for the right thing to say, but for the first time in his life, was literally speechless.
His eyelids fluttered nervously as his mouth gaped and flapped stupidly, only managing a grunt or two to communicate his surprise.
Finally, he repeated the first phrase that sprang to mind, his original thought: that which he’d never thought he would utter.
“That’s the best looking cock I’ve ever seen.,” raising his eyes towards its owner, “No lie, in my position I’ve seen so many I’ve lost count, but - I must profess I am gasping at its beauty.
“You must be so proud,” he said, placing the ribbon around Tom’s neck,” this cock has rewritten the Standards of Perfection“. Josephine blushed with pride.
It had been worth all the long nights raising Tom from a hatchling. The unwanted egg now crowned prize rooster.
More importantly, she now had Shayne’s full attention. It was time to claim the prize she’d been striving for all along.