Friday morning I get a text message from my buddy Greg. It says: "Hi. How are you?" I know, of course, that that's not really what he's asking. It is a message written in code. Translated into plain English, the message reads: "I need a blow job. Are you busy?"
For him, I'm never too busy. If I had to choose between getting my cock sucked and sucking off someone else, it wouldn't even be close. Not that I don't like getting a good blow job once in a while. I do. What's not to like? But I can get myself off whenever I want, whether with a partner or all by my lonesome. What I cannot do by myself, however, is savor the sensation of having a warm, sweet, living cock in my mouth. It gives me the most enormous pleasure. When I'm blowing a guy I sometimes wonder if he can possibly be enjoying himself as much as I am.
Greg is one of my favorite feeders. I try never to turn him down. Unless I am out of town I will generally drop whatever else might be on my schedule. And since I usually work from home it is usually pretty easy to accommodate him. Because, truth be told, I just love sucking his cock. And it doesn't hurt that this particular cock is attached to a very cute 30-something guy, with beautiful blue eyes, a killer smile, a sweet personality, and a nice trim body. I love having him naked in my bed.
Greg and I have become quite friendly over the last couple of years. We like each other, and always enjoy chatting for a while before we get down to business. But, generally, after five or ten minutes of conversation we move into the bedroom. Our understanding is simple. He comes over for one purpose. Once we are in the bedroom he gets undressed, lays back, and lets me worship his big cock for as long as I want ? sometimes an hour or more. (I think a good blow job has to take anywhere from 40 minutes to a couple of hours.) Sometimes I jerk off while blowing him, sometimes I don't even touch myself. It's all about his cock and my mouth. I love that.
His cock doesn't look very big at all in its flaccid state, but it is a true grower, topping out at a little over eight inches, cut, perfectly shaped, and thicker than average. He knows exactly how much I love having his beautiful cock in my mouth and down my throat, and we both know that each of us is getting exactly what he wants from the encounter. For the first twenty or thirty minutes we take it very slow. I savor the taste and feel of this wonderfully warm and alive appendage as if it were the most delicious food I've ever had. But really, it's much better.
Epicureans often speak of food not only in terms of flavor, but also of what they call "mouth feel." The texture is as important as the flavor; part of the pleasure of fine dining is the way food stimulates and enlivens not only your taste buds, but the nerve endings that line the whole inside of your mouth. But enjoying great food is always a transient experience. A few moments in the mouth, then down the throat, and then you're done. No matter how delicious, you have to stop eating after a short while.
But with a warm cock you get to experience the same kind of stimulation for as long as you want. For me, it's as if my whole oral cavity becomes another sex organ. But not one that can be stimulated manually. You can't pleasure this sex organ by masturbation. Only a cock will do. Or a tongue, of course: That's certainly one of the reasons kissing so pleasurable. But a tongue can only penetrate a couple of inches into your mouth. A good-sized cock can reach all the way down your throat.
Everyone has the experience of enjoying the way food feels as it slides down the throat. Yet many people have a hard time understanding how you could enjoy having a cock inserted in exactly the same place. What comes to mind for most people is the thought of choking and gagging. It is only a failure of the imagination.
To be sure, not everyone can tolerate having a cock lodged deep in their throat. Or, at least, they can't imagine that they could. Like most things, though, it can be learned. Through practice, will, and patience, it is possible to quiet the gag reflex and learn to relax with even the largest penis deep down the esophagus for minutes at a time. You discover that not only can this be tolerated, it can be enjoyed. It is not simply that it can be done without discomfort. It is, instead, a true pleasure, and an experience that I positively crave.
Laying between Greg's legs I find a comfortable position because I plan to be here a while. I spend a good five minutes licking and sucking his balls, and then gradually nibble my way up the shaft of his cock. Taking the sensitive head in my mouth I swirl my tongue around it and savor the way the ridge feels sliding back and forth against my lips. Then, little by little, I work my way down the length of his cock, stopping every half inch or so to register and enjoy the way it feels to have precisely that amount of cock in my mouth. I keep going until my lips encircle the very base of this wonderful hunk of flesh, and gently stroke and massage that circle of skin with my lips. At this point his cockhead is already fairly far down my throat, but there's still farther to go.
Planning to keep him buried in my gullet for a long while, I soften my lips and impale myself even deeper until I reach the point where I can rest the full weight of my head against his body. This takes the strain off the neck muscles and allows me to stay that way as long as I want, nursing, sucking, working my tongue along his shaft for added stimulation, and pushing to get every last millimeter deep into me. I am now in heaven. Having found a position that allows me to breathe fairly easily around the meat lodged in my esophagus, I can remain this way almost indefinitely. Sometimes I almost think I could fall asleep like this.
While I could remain like this for a long time, I periodically lift my head. Slowly, my lips lightly graze the surface of this delicious intruder. I work on the head a little more, and then repeat my slow descent, making sweet love to every inch as it reaches farther and farther into my mouth. I get so lost in the wonderful sensations I am experiencing that I can forget, for minutes at a time, that there is any point to this activity other than sexually gratifying the sensitive tissues of my oral cavity. Then I'll notice that he has been moaning and uttering little cries of pleasure the whole time, and I think, "Oh, right, he is enjoying this, too," and I have to chuckle at myself, at the idea that I could actually forget, for a space of time, that the object of giving a blow job is the recipient's pleasure. How silly of me.
But now, having now focused primarily on my own enjoyment for twenty or thirty minutes I decide it's time to focus more directly on his. I begin adapting my technique to put a little more emphasis on increasing his pleasure. Not that I am loving this any less myself, but the blow job has now shifted gears into a more goal-oriented phase. Now I begin moving him along towards a climax, but slowly, slowly. I don't want this to end too soon. But, a little at a time, I step up the pressure of my lips and tongue for increased stimulation. I still want this to last a while, so I begin edging him, bringing him close to the point of no return but stopping just short of that line. To bring him back a little from this limit I return my attention to his balls, licking them all around, especially the underside of his sack, and then I bring out my secret weapon, focusing my licking and nibbling exactly where scrotum meets cock. He is now whimpering with pleasure.
This is not only a good way to bring him back from the brink or orgasm, but it serves another purpose as well. I have ulterior motives. One thing I have learned, in the course of the many blow jobs I've given this man, probably fifty, or more, to date, is that licking this exact spot is a surefire way to get him to produce pre-cum like mad. I know that as soon as I return to the head of his cock I will be rewarded with a steady dribble of sweet nectar. I lick up a little puddle of it from his stomach, and then suck more of it straight from his piss slit. Now, as I work my way back down his cock once again, I discover that the flow of his pre-cum has been so copious that the sweet, syrupy fluid has coated the entire organ with its delicious flavor.
After edging him repeatedly, I lose count of how many times exactly, I can tell from his now almost incoherent whimpering and moaning that he is becoming desperate to cum. So now I augment my mouth's activities with my hand, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure, while at the same time stepping up the tempo. Gradually, gradually I pick up the pace, squeezing tighter with my hand. Greg's head is flopping from side to side as he mutters, "Oh, man, oh, man," over and over. His breathing grows ragged, almost as if he were becoming hysterical, and soon I hear him say, gasping for breath as the words escape his lips, "You're going to . . . make me . . . cum . . . you're going . . . to make . . . me . . . oh, I'm coming, I'm coming."
Just then I stop moving almost entirely, except that I continue to drag my tongue lightly across his frenulum, and then I feel his cock thicken and pulse. It positively erupts, flooding my mouth with shot after shot of jizz. Its texture is thick, almost chewable, it has a slight nutty flavor to it, and there's a lot of it. It is just delicious.
As he gradually comes down from the peak of his explosive orgasm I continue holding him in my mouth. One of my favorite things about sucking dick is this reward; getting to nurse on this big, warm, cum-covered piece of meat as his erection gradually, very gradually, subsides over the course of the next several minutes. Sometimes I'll jerk myself off while in this position. One of my very favorite ways to get off is while nursing on a big, thick dick that has just exploded in my mouth, swirling his sticky load around it with my tongue. But, often, I find that I feel perfectly and completely satisfied without touching myself. Sometimes, giving a guy the best blow job I can is its own greatest reward. The experience feels every bit as complete for me as it does for him.
. . . to be continued.
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