Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 11:13:21 -0500
From: Benjamin K <benjamin70251@gmail.com>
Subject: My Feeders: Part 1 - Greg

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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