Taking It Easy

I'm just off to bed.

We had an early start this morning, fresh water fishing, and me and Peregrine are absolutely knackered.

Who would have thought that sitting down with a rod in your hand for eight hours would be so exhausting?

Peregrine's asleep upstairs and I'm just about to join him.

"The Hooded Claw"

This is a picture of "The Hooded Claw In Silhouette" as emailed to me by HP of Bradford.

Well HP, if you think I'm doing this blog as some kind of a joke, you can take your so-called cock and stuff it somewhere unmentionable.

This is not a childish blog. This is a blog for mature cock-loving adults.

I'm sorry, I'm so angry I just frightened Peregrine and now he won't come out of the wardrobe. You see what you made me do, HP? I hope you're proud of yourself.

Cock Number Six

It's the 7th anniversary of a landmark time in my life.

My heart attack.

I first thought it was a bout of indigestion. I'd eaten pickled onions before going to bed and I woke up unable to move. I lay prostrate for an hour before my cock moved up to my chest and stared into my eyes. Peregrine looked at me with such a degree of sympathy that I knew something was seriously wrong. I knew I was not getting any better and I needed to call an ambulance.

The paramedics made it just in time and to cut a long story short, the doctors and nurses at Sleaford General were absolutely fantastic. Especially one nurse.

You may know her now as a celebrity who is building a career in show business. But back then, Abi Titmuss was an unknown nurse.



I must stress that she never acted in the way she is now portrayed in the media. She was just a beautiful breath of fresh air and I never got to see even a glimpse of her now famous bosoms. This was, after all, a cardiac ward.

She was such a fresh faced young girl with a girlish sense of fun. And a real lover of the animal kingdom. When she told me she liked nothing better than to lie on her front in the countryside in anticipation of animal behaviour, of course I did not hesitate to whip out the picture of my cock that I keep with me at all times.

Abi told me how much she loved my cock and would love to go home with me and stroke it. Of course this kept me going through the darkest hours.

Abi never got to see my cock in the flesh but I am forever grateful that at the lowest point of my life she gave me a reason to look forward to a healthy future.


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Today's cock is The Hooded Claw from Bradford. The owner wishes for himself and his cock to remain anonymous and I fully respect his wishes.

Cock Number Five

People often ask me when I first became interested in being a cock carer. I always point them to one incident:-

One night when I was seven years old, I crept out of my bedroom on a voyage of discovery. Early the previous day, I'd heard my father talking to my mother in the kitchen.

"That bloody fox has been round again."

I wanted to see "that bloody fox" with my own eyes.

So I crept behind the bins and waited.

At about two o'clock I noticed the form of an animal. It was the fox! As he moved into the moonlight and turned towards me, I saw as clear as day his mouth was moving. He had my father's cock in his mouth! He was gobbling my father's cock!

I jumped out from behind the bins.

"Shoo!" I said. "Leave my dad's cock alone!"

He dropped it and scarpered pretty sharpish.

From that time on, I promised myself that when I grew up I would take care of my cock, protecting it from danger and never letting it out of my sight.

The early loss of his cock killed my father. He was never the same man. I don't blame the fox, he was only doing what comes naturally. But my father was not vigilant. And vigilance is imperative for us cock lovers.


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Today's cock belongs to Jez Butler from Hertford. Jez is a big Arsenal fan and says he likes to "take" his "cock up the Arse."

I think Jez is having me on as I don't think animals (with the exception of guide dogs) are allowed at football matches.

Jez is a satellite tv engineer. His cock, George Graham II, often accompanies him as he clambers over the rooves of houses. Jez's cock certainly has a head for heights.


Arsenal fan, George Graham II