Regard

The powerful image of you. We look at each other, regarding how we compare. I see other men making love to women. Compare technique, cock size and display.

I hear stories, and I think of how I would be in their place. Would I do that? Could I do something different with a different person, in a different room, with less - or more - at stake?

I look at her, imagine what it would be like to lick her. Caress her. Be inside her. I compare what I have known and what I would like to know.

There is a dark want that is so sharp and delicious when it is unfulfilled. A mysterious and potent need that is forever killed by the culmination of desire.

So the experimentation has to be tentative. Would I be satisfied with a light touch of his cock? A kiss to see how hot we can get... without throwing caution and nuance away.

Can I learn anything from you, just by watching and dreaming and figuring out what I should be doing next, without actually doing it?

Is to look good enough ... a deep enough emotional experiment?

And while you look at me, do you also go inside yourself and wish I would join you? What do you think you'd learn from me, about yourself?

Only regarding one another. In you I see myself.