(Greetings from Buenos Aires! P-J)
Some people are just a pleasure to suck off. Why? To look at their cock suggests nothing other than it's well proportioned, of average size but beyond that...However, to look and look away is to do yourself out of an experience and it out of yet another time of pleasing a man who is pleasing it. First, it wants to be started soft, still in the worm stage, the size that almost folds into the crotch using the ball sack as a pillow. It's half cut, typical of the mid twentieth century and what it wants is to be pursued, caught, taken into the warm, humid lair that is the mouth. It wants to lay on a soft, pillowy tongue and considered and then, when the lips close sealing it from light, and some pressure and adoration is begun, there is a response. You can feel the blood flow increase, the slightly curved worm begins to straighten, expand, not yet hard but not soft, like the best soft candies that have resilience but no strength. Now it's time for love, your tongue on the head, seeking the piss slit, running down the glans, pushing back the slight roll of skin that means, add some internal pressure, draw the blood into the cock, make it want to stay, increase, harden, make the body to which it's attached shudder and stretch with the intimation of pleasure to come. Gently, oh so gently, nibble on the shaft, quickly licking the area nipped and, in honour of the increased size, let it move further in, work the lips back and forth but never, never open, never let it see day, it know what it wants and is preparing to give it to you. Feel the heat of the blood, know that it's now pouring into the chambers forcing the little worm into a hard spear, pulsing, demanding more and greater service. You are a milking machine, your tongue is a gymnast, the cavity of your mouth is the stage for their performance as they lavish wet praise on the thing that has arisen and threatens, it lashes demanding to go further down, it wants to sense the gagging, that's the pay it wants. The tongue needs to be almost divided to work both the top and bottom, the head has made an escape but massage and the delicate pressure that allows little things to grow, they must be increased. The body attached to it cannot know think of anything else, the neural paths are jamming the brain with symptoms of pleasure and promises of release. The body can only thrash and spasm and wait for the main event and in the mouth, the cock is preparing, like fish lips, opening and closing, the cock lips are making signs of unblocking a damn, along the under side, there's the sure feeling of a hose being filled, stuffed with fluid, fluid moving languidly forward now catching two bodies hostage. A bit back and the secret is revealed, this is a cock that feeds, doesn't squirt or shoot but like honey squeezed from a container, the cum oozes out in a river, a steady flow of what could be more men but are being sacrificed for one man, for his pleasure, for his enjoyment his feeding. The body which is discharging it is in full buck, no control, it seems to regret giving up life but the feeling, the pleasure is so great that it cannot resist. And then it slows. The body rips the mouth from its cock and sucks the mouth hoping to find some remains of what it gave up and then, when it does, holds the body, hands grasp for another cock, a wild shucking starts, it demands more, that drop of liquid was not enough, in return for the pleasure given it will now take the cream by force. The body is forced down, the mouth grabs the cock, the balls looking for food, the food it gave away. There is no patience, sucking is like a pump to get water for a fire and now the other body writhes, shakes, fears, knows that hunger can lead to the ripping of flesh, flesh coated with their own cream but it comes quickly enough and both bodies are satisfied, holding within them the other. They collapse into each other. Stroke chests, thighs, faces, heads. Too exhausted to even open their eyes they press into the Yin Yang circle of life and lie there breathing waiting for enough life to return to breed again and again. Food must be extracted, demanded, consumed and when there is no more...they are cast away, the search for new vessels loaded, overloaded with food must be found, introduced to the honey flowing cock and the body that has it. Surrender, Captivity, Enthrallment. For the milk of a man's life is the salvation of another. In white, viscous waves it says I love you, here is my life, take it, drink it continue our love.
And then there is silence while the smells of men, the essence of men pervades the room. But two bodies lay there gaining strength, knowing how worthy the prize but, now, silence and darkness inside two cocks just waiting.....for the next feeding.
