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That part of myself had a point but what's done is done. I went about the rest of my day but still thinking about how things went down and despite brushing my teeth and using mouthwash, I could still taste him and the scent of him was still in my nose. If I'd killed things between us, so be it... but I had to admit that I could lose my cool over something that I probably shouldn't but when you say "quickie," it shouldn't take damned near a half hour of my limited time.

I put it out of my mind. Part of me wanted to call and apologize but it got shouted down because he didn't apologize for making it harder for me to suck him off because of what he did and he did lie about it. Whatever. Get over this and get over yourself while you're at it already - and I did. Finally. You can't change what has already happened.

As I drove home, my phone rang and quick look showed that it was him calling. I started not to answer but I did, bracing myself for hearing anger in his voice. But his voice was light; he had said that, at first, he was really pissed off that I'd fingered his ass the way I did but after we parted, he said that when he thought about it, he had to admit that when he came, it was so intense and unlike anything he'd felt before.

Could we get together at his place this Saturday... and would I consider finger-fucking him again and doing whatever I did to make him cum like that? I said that we could and that if that's what he wanted now, it wouldn't be a problem but I asked him to do me a favor and not jerk off before I got there - and he promised that he wouldn't... but since I'd now gotten over myself, it wouldn't matter if he did anyway.

Saturday was fun and no one was more surprised than I was when he akedd that instead of my finger in his ass, would I put my dick in there?

I eased my finger out of him and the moment it popped out, he jumped up and, boy, was he pissed! Did I feel bad about violating his hole like that? Yeah, I did... but he pissed me off first and I was feeling vindictive.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"You were taking too long to cum and I told you I had to be somewhere," I replied as I matched his angry stare with one of my own. Maybe what I did would ruin this regular thing and that would be a shame... but if I didn't get to where I needed to be in the next twenty minutes, that would be even worse for me.

"I told you I don't like my ass messed with like that!" he said.

"And I told you how much I hate guys who jerk off before we get together - and I know you did," I said, countering his anger with cold disinterest.

"I didn't!" he said and I knew he was lying... and the voice in my head was now telling me to once again get over myself and don't even think about making this worse than it already was... and it was right - but.

"I guess you didn't think that I'd smell your spunk and didn't think that I'd taste the lotion you used to do it," I said as I sat up and started looking for my clothes.

"You did?" he asked.

"I did - I pay attention to stuff like that," I said as I stepped into my underwear. "In any case, you gotta go because I gotta go."

I was happy but not so much and more so when I barely got to my appointment on time and the good thing for him was that everything went well for me but I did think that because I couldn't get over myself, I might have ruined a good thing but the vindictive part of me grumbled that he had ruined it by doing what he did to begin with. The more sensible part of myself calmly said, "Don't be that way; you got to suck him, he really came a lot and you got your rocks off so stop being a little bitch about it. He probably did it so he could last longer and since you're good for making him cum quickly."

Unlike him, I wasn't into giving sloppy blow jobs; it would irk me to find my pubic hair matted to me with his saliva and especially when some of it had already started to dry - it made washing up afterward more interesting than I cared for. I reached down and with the pretense of stroking his face to get my fingers good and wet before returning my hand to his ass cheeks... then slipping a finger between them. I knew he didn't mind having his hole rubbed but that's not what I had in mind; I was rubbing it, he was moaning and thrusting into my mouth even more and I waited until he pulled back and used that motion to let my finger go into his ass... right up to the second knuckle. The result was instantaneous; he froze in place and I could feel his ass clamping down on my finger and as if to keep me out but I was already in there. I pulled my finger back, which made him relax then pushed it back in and kinda slowly finger-fucked him and I could feel it in his body that he wasn't happy... but his dick was; I could feel "the tremors" running through his dick that told me that he was getting ready to cum. I kept the pace of my finger easy and resisted the urge to bury it in his ass; the fact that I had long fingers would produce an interesting response but there was no time to fuck with him and as much as I felt he deserved.

He'd stopped trying to get my finger out of his ass; I could tell he was unhappy because he was roughly sucking me and I put a stop to that by pushing my finger just a bit more into him and even wiggling it a not so subtle warning to not be so rough; he got the message but my finger in his ass was getting me closer to the result I wanted. I pushed into him just a tiny bit more until I could feel his prostate - and pressed it. His response was electric; I felt him stiffen and another press had me feeling his cock starting to swell in my mouth; one more press shoved him over the edge and, wow - if I had known that fucking with him like this would make him cum even more than he normally did, I would have "violated" him way before now. It was all I could do to keep up with the cum that was pouring into my mouth and I was so focused on swallowing it that I barely noticed that I was cumming as well but the feeling was muted but that was okay because he now had to deal with my spunk. Every time his dick pulsed, his asshole clamped down on my finger and it kinda hurt but it was worth it and it would teach him not to jerk off before we got together again.

It was at that point where the "voice" in my head said, "Get over yourself already! You should be glad that he enjoys being with you as much as he does! So what if he jerked off?"

The voice had a point. Finding him was a chore and a half, sorting through and vetting maybe twenty or thirty guys and passing on them before I found him and found him to be suitable. Average kind of guy with a blessedly average cock; I could handle long and thick dicks well enough but this guy was a pleasant change of pace and sucking his six inches was stupidly easy for me and the fact that I could get him off without a lot of hard work just worked for me... until today.

I'm sucking; he's thrusting into my mouth and, in my head, way past the time it normally took him to cum. One of the things I liked about sucking him was how much cum he could give up and a reminder that the size of a guy's balls wasn't a true indicator of how much cum he could bring... and the thought of this had crossed my mind as I sucked his rather small balls and I was pissed because if this wasn't taking as long as it was, I wouldn't be thinking about it. The clock in my head was counting down the seconds remaining; the window was quickly closing and whether he came or not - or if I did or not - I was going to have to cut this short because I'd need to be somewhere else because life doesn't stop for anything.

The part of me that was really enjoying sucking him was waiting for him to cum and was getting as impatient as I already was... but what to do? I'd noticed that I had two hands full of his naked ass and had been almost shoving him into my mouth harder and faster and it clicked in my head; I knew what just might finish him off... and knew that he wasn't going to like it... but time now was of the essence and I couldn't be late.

He'd wanted to come by for a quick blow job and it made me smile because I remembered the last time he wanted a quickie and how furious we went after each other. But this time was different; The moment I got my face into his crotch, I could tell that he had jerked off before he came over... and I wasn't happy about that because I knew that this "quick blow job" wasn't going to be all that quick. It wasn't that I minded getting into blow jobs that could last thirty minutes or more but I had a small window of time for this and other things to do and as he had said he did as well.

It was hard sucking his dick and the familiar scent of his spunk was still on him and I was distracted by it; how dare he turn a quickie into something other than that? How dare he be sucking me like he didn't have a care in the world and then like he had all the time in the world as well? I could taste whatever he used to jack off with despite washing and I could taste hints of what I thought was lotion and it wasn't pleasant. I was on autopilot sucking him, dimly aware of how good it felt to have him in my mouth again but so distracted that I was actually paying attention to his lack of cock sucking skills as his teeth scraped me here and there or he was sucking on my knob a bit to hard.

It wasn't as if I'd never noticed these things before but I was doing so now because he had the gall to turn a pleasurable thing to do into something like work. Quickie my ass! In other times we'd had quickies, he rarely lasted longer than four or five minutes and if that and as I worked my mouth on him, I got to thinking that he must have been feeling some kind of way about my ability to get him off so quickly and decided to do something about it... and I was pissed; my window to do this in was quickly closing and for a moment I thought about stopping and ruining his moment by saying, "Time's up - I got shit to do!" I'd done this one time before and it was our fault that we had less time than we thought we had but I remember his displeasure when I stopped sucking him and moved away from him before he had a chance to try to keep me in place.

I even thought about biting his dick...

There's been a lot of posts on this subject, but I just got around to finalizing mine. I'm sure most will agree in principle, but please let me know if I've left anything out.

My COCKSUCKING PHILOSOPHY

1. I ADMIT it ? I'm a cocksucker. It's that simple. From the moment I wake up in the morning I hope that maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be on my knees in front of a beautiful dick that I will get to wrap my lips around. I say it out loud to myself, several times a day "I am a cocksucker!". It has helped me come to realization that performing fellatio is the definition of sex for me. I love being called a cocksucker because it puts me in my place..

2. The BEAUTY of a cock has power over me. I am entranced, hypnotized, excited and curious at the mere sight of a cock. I can't even get a glimpse of a nice one without feeling my throat ache, my mouth gets wet, and my knees tremble. I have a natural curiosity about cocks and want to adore them..

3. As a cocksucker, I CRAVE and need to serve cocks. My need for cock defines who I am. My mouth was made for cock. The encouragement a cock gives me when it hardens in my mouth as I suck and the thought of a man choosing me as his cocksucker thrills me like nothing else.

4. I REALIZE that sucking cock is a submissive act. That hunger I feel can only be satisfied by having my mouth used to give pleasure. The more I give myself to serving, the more pleasure I give, and therefore get. I appreciate everything that gives me to opportunity to show my submission, like being told what to do, having my head held and mouth fucked, or being shared with one of his buddies.

5. I ALWAYS try to be a better cocksucker. I have practiced taking larger and thicker cocks until I am able to experience the bliss of hugging a big dickhead with the back of my throat while a pair of full balls slap against my chin. No matter how cock-hungry I am, I always take my time and show the proper respect for his cock by licking his shaft and balls all over before taking it in my mouth. Every different cock I suck is a learning experience; getting to know the techniques he likes, every curve, vein, and detail of his dick adds to his satisfaction and mine.

6. Swallowing CUM is my opportunity to show my gratitude for being chosen his cum catcher, and my devotion to pleasing his cock. It is the very best part of being a cocksucker and it makes me feel owned by his cock. I love having to work for a load, but I am grateful to have it on my face, to hold my mouth open for it, or have it squirted deep down my throat. I never brush my teeth afterward because I love the way it reminds me that I am a cocksucker.

There's been a lot of posts on this subject, but I just got around to finalizing mine. I'm sure most will agree in principle, but please let me know if I've left anything out.

My COCKSUCKING PHILOSOPHY

1. I ADMIT it ? I'm a cocksucker. It's that simple. From the moment I wake up in the morning I hope that maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be on my knees in front of a beautiful dick that I will get to wrap my lips around. I say it out loud to myself, several times a day "I am a cocksucker!". It has helped me come to realization that performing fellatio is the definition of sex for me. I love being called a cocksucker because it puts me in my place..

2. The BEAUTY of a cock has power over me. I am entranced, hypnotized, excited and curious at the mere sight of a cock. I can't even get a glimpse of a nice one without feeling my throat ache, my mouth gets wet, and my knees tremble. I have a natural curiosity about cocks and want to adore them..

3. As a cocksucker, I CRAVE and need to serve cocks. My need for cock defines who I am. My mouth was made for cock. The encouragement a cock gives me when it hardens in my mouth as I suck and the thought of a man choosing me as his cocksucker thrills me like nothing else.

4. I REALIZE that sucking cock is a submissive act. That hunger I feel can only be satisfied by having my mouth used to give pleasure. The more I give myself to serving, the more pleasure I give, and therefore get. I appreciate everything that gives me to opportunity to show my submission, like being told what to do, having my head held and mouth fucked, or being shared with one of his buddies.

5. I ALWAYS try to be a better cocksucker. I have practiced taking larger and thicker cocks until I am able to experience the bliss of hugging a big dickhead with the back of my throat while a pair of full balls slap against my chin. No matter how cock-hungry I am, I always take my time and show the proper respect for his cock by licking his shaft and balls all over before taking it in my mouth. Every different cock I suck is a learning experience; getting to know the techniques he likes, every curve, vein, and detail of his dick adds to his satisfaction and mine.

6. Swallowing CUM is my opportunity to show my gratitude for being chosen his cum catcher, and my devotion to pleasing his cock. It is the very best part of being a cocksucker and it makes me feel owned by his cock. I love having to work for a load, but I am grateful to have it on my face, to hold my mouth open for it, or have it squirted deep down my throat. I never brush my teeth afterward because I love the way it reminds me that I am a cocksucker.

This is a true story from New York City in 1980. I will never forget it.

I moved to the city only two weeks ago, and had sent all my time immersed in my new job. I was now feeling familiar sexual urges tugging at my conscience, and decided that I would be out on the prowl this Saturday night. For me that meant looking for cock to suck.

I went to a bathhouse in the 20?s just below midtown. It may have been the Chelsea Baths, the name isn?t important anymore, but the night would turn out to be one I will never forget. It would be a night in heaven for this cocksucker.

I checked in and got a locker about 9:00PM, a bit early for this crowd, but I intended to make the most of the evening. Naked, with only a pair of flip-flops and a towel, I took myself on a tour of the facilities. Some ten minutes later I walked into a large room that was filled with three foot cubes covered in grey carpet and illuminated by pinpoint spot lights. In the center of the room was a large man leaning back against one of the cubes, visible only from the waist down. His thighs were powerful and and a pair of bull balls and a formidable, even while soft, cock hung from the center. It was so beautiful it made my knees weak.

I took the towel from my waist and started to fold it into a kneepad as I slowly walked toward him. I couldn?t see the upper part of his body at all, but it hardly mattered since I couldn?t take my eyes off his cock. I put my makeshift kneeling pad in front of him and got into position. I looked up for permission to start, but all I could see was the overhead spotlight. I felt a big hand gently rest on my shoulder, which was all I needed.

I nuzzled the bottom of his nut sack and began giving it a good tongue bath. I could feel the texture of his scrotum change as I proceeded to adore his big full balls. My head was spinning now and my mouth craved to be in contact with his cock. I wanted to show my submission and adoration though, so I continues to lick and kiss his shaft all over. I became vaguely aware of other men gathering around, but by now I was lost in my surrender to his cock.


I paused briefly to look at his cock in its full glory. It was hard now and absolutely magnificent in the spotlight. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and gave into my natural cock serving instincts. It filled me with excitement and surrender as I felt my lips, mouth and throat melt around its hardness. Feeling it grow even harder and twitch with pleasure rewarded me with the thrill that sends every cocksucker to heaven. I didn?t stop until it was all the way down my throat, my nose flattened amidst his light brown pubic hair, and his balls against my chin. The joy of being able to accommodate the full length of it was satisfying and in no time I was bobbing my head up and down on it, savoring every detail as it passed through my lips and down my hungry throat. As this went on I could hear the exclamations and groans of the audience as the men watching closed in around me. I felt proud to be serving this beautiful cock.

As I was being cheered on I could feel and taste his pre-cum oozing into my already wet mouth and my excitement grew to the point where I thought I might cum myself. The head of his cock grew even harder and stretched the back of my throat as I briefly held it there between strokes. I could tell he was getting close and I wanted his load more than anything.

Just then he held my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Panic came over me. I wanted his cock back in my mouth, but he turned my head to my right and there was another nice hard cock pointing right at my mouth. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of it only to feel it immediately ejaculate into my mouth filling it with cum. I didn?t even have the opportunity to gulp it down before the big man grabbed my head and pushed the huge wad of the other man?s cum right down my throat with his cock. I was so grateful and excited I actually came myself from the sensation of it.

I was immediately back to working on his cock with a new level of dedication. The other man?s thick load was the perfect throat lube and despite the enormous size of his shaft deepthroating him seemed more effortless and natural than ever. But as soon as I lost myself in sucking he pulled out of my mouth again, this time turning my head to my left so that my mouth now met another hard cock. I got to bob my head a few times on this one before it shot into my mouth. I turned back towards the big man and displayed my prize for all to see. The big man in front of me promptly grabbed my head in both hands and started to give my mouth a good fucking, pushing another load of cum down my throat.

The crowd was clearly in approval of my treatment and as my mouth was being appropriately used. I could feel other cocks being rubbed over my ears , cheeks , and shoulders. Someone couldn?t wait for my mouth to be available and just shot his load all over the side of my face. The big man hardly missed a stroke and wiped up the cum from the side of my face and just shoved it back into my mouth. Others were more restrained and waited for me to offer my mouth as directed. I normally hate to waste a drop, but this wasn?t a normal night. I took three or four more loads in my mouth, and several more were squirted on my face, neck, chest, and back.
It tickled as it ran down my body.

Finally, the big man was ready to give me his load, and it really was the grand finale. I went right back to sucking his cock softly and sweetly. I just relaxed and his cock seemed to tell me exactly what it wanted. I reached up with both hands and began to softly caress his balls. I try to not think about taking his load in my mouth when I?m giving oral service; it seems improper for a cocksucker to think of anything beside pleasing. But now I could feel the head of his cock stretching the back of my throat to it?s limit, made easier to take by the huge amount of pre-cum he was giving me. I could hardly breathe, but I was so excited it hardly mattered. He reached up and held my head firmly, but with surprising tenderness and just started shooting his load while continuing to long-stroke fuck my mouth. I just kept sucking and getting thick gobs of cum pushed down my throat.

I collapsed in pure pleasure at his feet, but kept holding his cock gently in my mouth. I couple more guys shot their loads on my face, which felt like the ultimate applause. I was eventually helped to my feet, covered in cum, my throat stretched out.

I was almost a completely satisfied cocksucker