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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Ed had gotten up on very wobbly legs and stretched, giving me a good look at his body which was still flushed a very deep reddish color. He turned and looked at me and there was... something in his eyes that I couldn't make sense of; I wasn't sure if it was anger that I was seeing or not.

"I always thought that I really liked sucking dick," he said as he sat back down on the bed. "I've had a lot of guys blow me... and none of them has ever sucked my cock like you just did. Shit... I don't even remember if I've ever cum three times like that before and I'm surprised that you got me to cum twice!"

I could only sit there and look at him - and, this time, keeping my eyes on his face. I could feel The Beast "moving around" in its cage even though it was "slumbering;" it had been fed in a huge way and was at rest... for now.

"You're still hard," Ed said, nodding at the erection I hadn't been aware of... well, not really that aware.

"Oh, I guess I am," I said - and feeling kinda silly saying it.

"Well, let me get something to drink - and you look like you could use something to drink that ain't cum, too," he said. "Then I'll see what I can do about that boner, okay?"

Ed had already sucked me off once before The Beast and The Hunger woke up and he did a very good job sucking me but as he went down on me and began to, I'd say, show me his version of The Hunger, I was hoping that his efforts didn't wake The Beast up again but, thankfully for the both of us, it was taking a much and well deserved nap. I fell into the moment of having my dick nicely sucked and didn't flinch at all when Ed returned the favor of burying his finger into my ass; in fact, I welcomed it and more so when I did like having a finger in my ass while I was cumming and feeling my anal muscles contracting on his finger and in time with every delicious pulse until he had swallowed every drop of cum had to offer.

We'd showered together and, for a moment, us washing each other almost got The Beast's attention but we got cleaned up without anything happening. As we got dressed, I had come to terms with the fact that there probably wasn't going to be a next time for us and I was pissed at not being able to contain The Beast and its ravening Hunger any better than I did or, really, couldn't. I could almost see Ed thinking about whether or not getting together to do this again would be a good thing or not and as much as I enjoyed sucking his dick - and without The Beast and The Hunger being involved - I felt sad thinking that I'd never get another chance to suck his dick.

But he surprised me when he said, "I don't know about you but I think we need to do this again. You are such a damned good cock sucker!"

"I hope that we can," I said, feeling relieved. "I very much like sucking your dick - and like you probably didn't notice, huh?"

He laughed and I laughed as well and after agreeing on another day and time to do this again, I went home feeling happy and totally sated... but I was beginning to feel sorry for the women waiting for me at home because now The Beast was getting Hungry for their pussies... and it was going to be fed again.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Ed was so caught up in his release that I had to hold him down so I could finish draining his balls dry, swallowing his spunk faster than he could shoot it into my mouth. I felt the inner heat of feeling satisfied as Ed's cock finished pumping and was beginning to grow soft...

And The Beast wasn't having any of that. Ed was saying... something in between breathing so hard that, still locked in The Beast's cage, had me a bit worried that he might hyperventilate which didn't stop The Beast from continuing to suck Ed's dick. It was being more than careful to stay away from the head of his dick and was just purring happily to take in all of his dick now that it was softer.

"No, no..." Ed moaned. "I can't take anymore!"

I heard him just fine... and kept right on sucking him, concentrating my efforts at the base of his cock. Ed was trying to remove me but, I think, forgot all about the finger I still had buried in his ass - and The Beast "reminded" him of this by giving his prostate a not all that gentle nudge.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit," Ed was saying even as he continued to try to get away from me and, like a boa, I just kinda wrapped him up so that he wasn't going anywhere.

Sweat was pouring into my eyes and stinging the shit out of them but didn't stop or slow me down one bit as I slowly but surely teased Ed into yet one more erection and probably one he probably didn't think would happen... but I'm not just good at this: I am persistent. Oh, yes, it took quite a bit of time to get Ed's dick hard again but it got hard just the same and now The Beast was taking its own sweet time feeding on his prick and working to get him to cum just one more time.

Ed was cussing at me in ways to make the saltiest sailor blush; was alternating between "begging" me to stop and "begging" me not to stop; I was being called all kinds of bastards, motherfuckers, and sons of a bitch, none of which stopped him from once more fucking his prick into my mouth and, yes, humping the finger that was still deep in his ass.

When The Hunger was upon me like this - and it was really bad this time - I had no real sense of time itself; my whole world consisted of Ed's hard dick in my mouth and I'd forgotten for a moment that I even - and still - had my finger in his ass. I wanted him to cum one more time - I "desperately" need to feel his cock pumping in my mouth again and was even aware that since this was now the third time I'd sucked his dick, he might not be able to let loose any more cum.

The Beast was okay with that and I knew it would be finally sated just to feel in pumping while trapped in my mouth. I didn't know how long I'd been sucking him and didn't really care a whole lot but I finally felt his body start to lose control, felt his prick swell inside my mouth again... and felt the now feeble pumping and even felt and tasted what little sperm Ed had left to give. I sucked it all down, removed my finger from his ass, and once he went totally soft, I let go of him.

The Beast had been fed; The Hunger sated. I'd been released from The Beast's cage and, my god, I felt so good and so awful for subjecting Ed to such a vicious sucking and to the point where I wouldn't blame him one bit for being totally pissed off at me. I struggled to sit up; my whole body was protesting the move and I felt my head swimming dizzily once I could fully sit up. I looked at Ed and, damn it, I felt The Beast giggling happily to see how trashed Ed was.

"I'm sorry," I said to him - and I meant it with all my heart and soul.

"I'm not... but you're fucking crazy!" he said - after, um, after he relearned how to speak. "What the fuck was that?"

"That was The Hunger," I said while being glad that there was a good chance that he wouldn't be able to see me blushing. "I'm sorry."

"Shit, I think I am, too," Ed said. "Is my cock still attached?"

I actually looked down at the same time he did and, yep, it was still there - and The Beast said that it was a shame it was still attached to his body... and starting to wonder if he could get it up again - but I "closed the blinds" on The Beast so it couldn't see Ed's dick in that sense.

"You really are a cock sucking fiend, aren't you?" he asked, now looking at me in awe and maybe with a bit of fear as well - and I couldn't blame him if that were the case.

"Yeah, I am," I said, feeling myself blush with the "shame" of admitting it but knowing that I wasn't really ashamed of myself one bit. Coming down from The Hunger always made me feel very damned good... and kinda shitty at the same time.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The Beast has gotten out of its cage to feed and had locked me inside that cage... and I felt so horribly embarrassed to "watch" myself sucking Ed's cock and as if I didn't care if the very vigorous sucking was causing him any discomfort or not. At first, Ed was very much into it and I dimly remember looking up at him and seeing his eyes closed, his mouth open and all while he was doing his best to fuck into my mouth, trying to keep up with the blistering and near-vicious pace I'd set... and felt the moment when he just surrendered to The Hunger.

I fondled his balls and as if I was literally trying to squeeze his cum out of him. The Beast was getting angry; it wanted to taste Ed's cum and was pulling out all of the stops to get it. I slipped a finger into my mouth, adding it alongside Ed's erection to get it nice and wet before reaching down and under him to find his asshole and pushing my finger into him. Ed reacted to the invasion by trying to get my finger out of him but the more he tried, the deeper my finger went into him until I could feel his prostate; I pressed my fingertip against it and held it there... then went into high gear, pretty much slamming my face into his crotch every time I took all seven inches of dick he owned.

The Beast was both howling and purring; I was still growling in between breathing like a steam engine, alternating between sucking him "gently" and sucking his cock so hard that he was squirming in pain trying to get away from me and The Hunger. The part of me that was trapped and locked away in The Beast's cage felt so bad for him and if I could have stopped ravaging his prick, I would have... but The Beast was totally in control and had to be fed. I could feel those ripples running up and down his shaft; I was acutely aware of the change that was coming over him from the way he was breathing to the way he was now back to trying to fuck my mouth.

He was gonna cum... and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening... and The Beast was howling and roaring inside of me and being trapped within myself, all I could do was to watch what The Hunger was doing to Ed and, again, I felt so bad about it... but The Beast didn't care one bit.

"Son of a bitch!" Ed yelled out - and as he did that, I felt his cock swell in my mouth and I took him deep and held him, feeling his expanding dick pressing in the whole of my mouth and his knob was "lodged" in the back of my throat... and then he came... and The Beast went batshit crazy to feel Ed's dick pumping a load of sperm right down my throat and being just a bit pissed off over not being able to taste it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Could you show me now?" Ed had asked.

"It doesn't work like that," I said, shaking my head. "It's a... feeling and one I've never had any control over. I'm always game to suck dick and even if I'm not horny but when I am, well, it makes sucking a dick even better for me... but The Hunger, well, that's something else. It'll hit me out of nowhere and at any time and no matter where I am or what I'm doing and it'll jump all over me even when I'm sleeping."

"Damn... has it always been like that?" he asked, his very blue eyes growing wide.

"Yeah, it has," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed for some reason. "You'd think that after all the years I've been sucking dick, I'd be used to it or be able to keep it from making me a little crazy but, nah, can't control it and when it hits me hard, well, some mother's son is going to get his dick sucked and, hopefully, like he's never been sucked before."

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

"It always has," I said. "I realized early in my life that I was a cock sucking fiend and that I was happier just sucking dick than being fucked... and I don't know how many times I've sucked a guy's dick and he's shoved it in me... and while he's fucking me I'm wishing it was still in my mouth so I could keep tasting him and, eventually, his cum."

"But, having said that, I'm really okay with it and I understand that it's really just the way my love of sucking dick manifests itself at times," I continued... and eyeballing Ed's soft cock and, yes, starting to feel The Hunger growing inside of me.

"It must've made you suck a lot of dick, huh?" he asked.

"Like you probably wouldn't believe," I said with a laugh. "Especially when I was growing up; there were way too many days where I'd find myself sucking two, three, and even four dicks a day. Shit, one day, ten of us got together and thought it would be fun for everyone to take a turn sucking everyone else's dick and I was so hungry that I volunteered to be the first one to do some sucking."

"Holy shit," Ed said. "What was that like?"

"Well, let's say that if I had an offer to do that now, I'd pass on it," I said, laughing again. "At the time, though, it was beyond heavenly and more so since all ten of us were shooting cum. At one point, I'd swallowed so much cum that I threw it all back up, rinsed my mouth out, took a moment to let my stomach settle, and went right back to sucking the rest of the guys. That was the day I truly realized how much I really loved sucking dick."

"Jesus..." Ed whispered - and I felt The Hunger growing as I watched Ed's cock beginning to get hard again. The sight of it literally had me drooling and it was just as exciting as it was embarrassing. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, a gnawing kind of feeling and not unlike what it was like for me to be hungry for food but it wasn't my stomach that was growling; it was The Beast that owned The Hunger and demanding to be fed.

I felt... hot and like I had a fever; Ed was talking about having a similar feeling and I was barely aware that he was talking to me. I was trying to look at his face while he was talking but my eyes kept drifting down to his crotch and, yesss... he was hard again, his whole cock flushed a deep pinkish-red color with blood and his rather large knob was taking on that purplish color as well.

I was licking my lips and swallowing the large amounts of saliva my mouth was creating; Ed was talking about... something and I heard him, could see his mouth moving and The Beast let loose his great hunger and the next thing I knew, I'd literally shoved Ed back onto his back and attacked his renewed erection with the full force of The Hunger.

I heard him yelp at being surprised; I felt his whole body tense up for a moment and The Beast driving The Hunger was howling happily inside my head, drowning out any sense of reason that tried to stay in place. I felt as if I was trapped inside of myself and like I was just a spectator and helplessly watching myself - and in the form of the starving Beast - attack Ed's cock and like, well, like I was truly starving.

Shit, I could even hear myself growling as I worked my mouth on his cock, from ravaging his knob with my tongue and resisting the great urge to start biting it gently, to taking him deep and shaking my head from side to side and like I was trying to get more of his dick in my mouth than he actually had.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I'd spent a good fifteen minutes sucking "Ed's" dick and having a good old time being in the moment and using my mouth, tongue, and hand to encourage him to give up his nut, which he did in a very loud way. I released him and sat up to catch my breath with sweat pouring down my face as I savored the flavor of his cum. I looked over at him, watching him recovering from his release - hair plastered to his head, his face that beet-red color as he worked at being able to breathe normally.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Damn, you're good," he finally managed to say. "I can't remember the last time I had my dick sucked like that!"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I just looked at him and smiled as a response, passing up the chance to say what I'd usually say after such a compliment: I should be since I've been doing it for a very long time now. There was no need to say it, though and my smiling served to let him know that I was pleased to have been able to please him.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Do you always suck cock like that?" he asked.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Like what?" I asked.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Like you're starving," he replied.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Oh, that wasn't me doing it like I was starving - that's different," I said - and after taking a moment to think about what he said. "That was me taking my time and enjoying myself - and your dick."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Damn, I'd hate to see what it's like when you're starving!" he said.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Play your cards right and you might find out," I said with an evil kind of smile.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I had really wanted to blow him; Ed was my idea of a decent guy and one with his head screwed on "the right way" and we'd spent a nice couple of days talking about our love for sucking cock which, of course, led up to us doing it. But what I'd done to him wasn't even close to how I get when I'm really starving for dick and The Hunger is digging its claws into me and fucking with me so much that I feel like I'm really starving and to the point where it's distracting at times.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]It's hard to put into words what The Hunger feels like; it makes me feel edgy, sometimes puts me into a foul mood and thoughts of sucking a dick gets very mixed up into whatever regular or normal thoughts I might have. It's an itch that demands to be scratched and sometimes The Hunger's itch gets so bad that just sucking one dick does nothing except make me hungrier and get me, more often than not, hunting for more dicks to suck and much more receptible to guys looking for a blow job.

From the first moment I had a dick in my mouth and then tasted cum, I was forever hooked on it; I couldn't get enough of it and took "risks" in the early days of The Hunger that, today, I'd think twice about rather than to give in to feeding The Hunger and as it demands to be fed. The good thing was that I could feed The Hunger by eating pussy and it would often be quite satisfied...

But then there were the days when I could have my face glued to a woman's pussy and it wasn't enough and only sucking a dick would sate The Hunger.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]While a lot of guys weren't happy about the form of their dick, when I had mine in someone's mouth or ass, I learned not only to appreciate the form of my dick but to also not feel some kind of way about it. It was (and still is) so pleasurable to watch someone sucking my dick and watching how they dealt with my form and, especially with guys, knowing that they were doing everything they could to get my dick to perform its function and get me shooting sperm into their mouth.

Or to take in the delicious sight of my dick's form going in and out of both pussies and asses and understanding that many were of a mind that something "that big" couldn't possible go in the small tightness of someone's ass... but form would make that possible because my dick - all dicks - were designed to penetrate so that performing its function would be put to its best use.

Cum inside them and as deep as I could do it. Burying my dick in their mouth, ass, or cunt as far as I could get it and knowing that for them, I could make it hurt so good... or not so much. And while it couldn't really be said that when I had my dick in someone they couldn't feel me inside of them - and those who did were lying and admitted to the lie - being able to watch my form working toward performing its function - and how it made someone react or, yeah, not react - took on a whole new meaning when it came to being sucked and fucking someone, form follows function and while some would not be all that happy about my form, not many objected to its function and my ability and desire to inseminate them...

Because it feels so goddamned good to do that and to have it done to me. Otherwise, what's the point in doing it at all? If you cannot appreciate the work of art that a guy's dick is and how its form lends greatly to its function, well, ya might be missing out on something... primal as well as being able to understand what sex is really about. No dick is too big or too small because at the end of any day, it's whether or not the dick in question can perform its pleasurable function.

Deliver the sperm. A little or a lot.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And while many guys and gals were losing their minds over their preferences for big, thick dicks - and often being terrified of them - I found that form - size, shape, color - didn't matter... but function most certainly did. I had to admit to myself that I just loved the feel of sperm being pumped into my mouth even though, eh, sometimes, it didn't taste all that good but I was "over the moon" knowing that I could use my mouth on a guy's form until it performed its function.

Taking a dick in my ass wasn't all that difficult since, well, um, my hole was well used to having dicks in a lot of forms in there but it was more than obvious that if I wanted the dick to perform its function - to fill my hole with sperm - dealing with its form was a no-brainer. I just knew that in order to receive the pleasure of a dick's function, I had to be able to deal with the pain its form would bring along with it. Sometimes that pain would be really, really bad and almost unbearable and while there were times when the pain would eventually "go away," sometimes it just didn't but I'd hang in there without a single complaint for the moment when the form of the guy's dick performed its function and painted my insides with hot, sticky sperm.

That didn't make it "feel better" in that sense but that sense of accomplishment - being able to have a guy's form in my ass and making it hurt so much and not being a whiny "girl" about it meant everything to me and, again, I didn't ever want to be [I]that guy[/I] who'd be begging for the dick to be taken out. I was very clear to me that if I wanted to experience the function of a guy's prick, I had to be able to deal with his form. I'd had "more than my share" of grown up adult dicks in my ass and, yes, they didn't always feel good going in me; the pain would make my eyes water something fierce and would often make me want to cry out and beg them to stop trying to put it in - and sometimes they'd knew they were hurting me too much and ease up and now making it easier for me to enjoy being fucked and just waiting for that moment when his dick's function would kick in and feel his sperm being shot into me.

To be able to feel that made any amount of pain worth enduring. I hadn't yet learned about male prostates and how the form of a guy's dick could come in contact with it to produce some weirdly good feelings... but what I did know was that I loved feeling a guy's dick performing its function to deliver his sperm into me and having a bit of an ego trip knowing that it was his form being stuffed into my tight (but not so tight) ass that urged him to get his dick to perform its function.

Cum inside me. Try to get me pregnant. Do it to me like I was a girl. Use your form and function so I can feel good by sucking it and getting you to cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it. Form and function combine to deliver such nasty pleasure and while there are many forms, the function is always the same. Get dick hard. Suck it until he cums or get it in my ass so he can fuck me until he cums.

Repeat. Often. Any guy. Anywhere. Anytime. Form ceased to matter and I even got over my aversion to sucking uncut dicks and definitively proving to myself that form didn't matter...

But function always does.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was now much more aware of the shapes and sizes of guys' dicks. Some were very nice to look at whether it was hard or not but, um, wow, guys who still had their foreskin presented an aesthetic problem for me because, while soft, they were just ugly and hideous looking but, at the same time, to watch a dick covered with all that extra skin get hard was fascinating and more so when the head of the guy's dick "magically" appeared from its hiding place.

I wouldn't - couldn't - suck a dick with foreskin but I was fine with it performing its true function because even with all of that yucky-looking skin, it would feel really good to feel it pressing against my asshole, then spreading it open and worming its way into me and as deep as the guy could get it... and I'd be fucked until I could feel his dick swelling just before that first spurt of sperm shot into me. What made it "better" is that I knew what it meant, that the form and function of a guy's dick had a specific purpose for being the way it was... but a purpose that got wasted when guys had sex with guys.

Which, actually, made it even more fun because, unlike girls, we didn't have to worry about getting into [I]that[/I] kind of trouble even though there was, in those early days, lots of jokes about having "jelly babies," a reference to the moment when a guy came in your ass and his sperm came flowing back out at some point - and if it did at all and even something like that had me fascinated even after I'd learned that sometimes when a guy shot his load into your butt, your body would just absorb it and you're left wondering why you didn't have a mess to clean up after being fucked and creamed.

Big dicks. Small ones. Fat and skinny ones. With or without that ugly foreskin. If you've seen one, you've seen them all... but not really. I even began to see where a dick's form and function dictated how two guys were going to have sex or who would be the one to suck dick first or be fucked; if you had the bigger dick, the guy with the smaller dick would get things started and I realized that when we'd compare our dicks before having sex, it was pretty funny... but with my awareness of form and function, it stopped being a laughing matter and seeing how... weird guys were about the size and shape of their respective dicks started to "confuse" me because I just couldn't see how or why the size and shape really made that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. For girls, it was a seriously big deal because a dick's form could mean the difference between pleasure and pain... and it's function meant that the bigger the dick, the better the chances of her getting pregnant... but not really since even the smallest dick could make that happen, too.

For us guys, there was also that difference between pleasure and pure pain when big dicks were going into our asses and sometimes having to deal with one's jaw muscles aching painfully when trying to suck big, fat dicks... but I was always up to the challenge presented by the form and function of dicks because I had realized that if I couldn't, it didn't make sense to have sex with a guy... and I wasn't different from any other guy in that I never wanted it to be known that I couldn't handle a dick - any dick.[/SIZE][/FONT]