He Is Risen!

(I’m SO annoyed with myself for not being organised enough to post this yesterday, when the title would’ve been even more blasphemously appropriate…)

In the story I posted last week, I included this description of the moment right before my cock gets hard:

I can feel it building elsewhere in my body: mostly in my stomach and my thighs, but it also spreads up and out across my chest, and down the backs of my legs. It’s a form of anticipation that blends heart-thumping excitement with an odd, deep sense of calm. I think that’s because the progress of the erection itself feels inexorable; not quite pre-ordained, but certainly impossible to interrupt once it’s first set in motion, deep below the surface.

It reminded me of something I wrote a few years ago, in which I went into much more detail about how that process feels. The response to that post was really positive, and it remains one of the most popular things I’ve ever written, in part because every time someone searches for ‘life drawing erection’ on Google, they seem to end up clicking through to it.

Anyway, this is a flavour of what I wrote back in 2016:

It’s a centre of gravity thing; a shift in weight. As the tip stretched out – just a centimetre or two to begin with – it was like a slinky toppling in slow-motion from one stair down to the next. I wasn’t even sure it was happening at first. My cock changes size all the time without getting hard; it’s a natural rise and fall that’s triggered by anything from air temperature to bladder fullness, and rarely has any link to sexual arousal. It was only when the heightened sensitivity kicked in – first in my stomach, then in the soft, spongy head – that I knew I was in trouble…

…When enough blood had been channelled into my cock, the next part of the chain reaction kicked in. I felt the tip jerk up a notch as the muscles in my pelvic floor twitched. It’s like whacking a hammer down on one of those ‘strength tester’ games at the fair; the puck shoots up and back down again, before you’ve really registered its movement.

So late last week, I thought I’d see whether I could document that whole process in photographic form – whether I could show an erection from beginning to end (well, not quite end, but maybe another time…). I’m pretty happy with the results, though I think they also show how much more you can do with words; after re-reading some of the descriptive passages in that 2016 post, and thinking about how I’d describe it now to someone who doesn’t have a penis, the photos feel a little flat in comparison (literally and metaphorically).

Despite that, I think they’re worth posting. And hopefully some of you will enjoy them too!

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