Facials - An Alternate Denouement

Greetings guys? How's it hangin'? I've been busy with real life lately so forgive me for the short break in updating my blog. So today's article is about cum facials. Now, personally (and I can only speak for myself, right?), I prefer actually feeling the pulsing cock shooting warm loads of man batter into my throat than to have it spewed willy-nilly onto my face. I'm not saying that this hasn't happened and that I didn't love it. It's just that I actually crave the flavor of warm seed and leaving my top with a freshly sucked, clean cock (I blame on my Virgo nature...). Now, from my vast experience with the subject, there are those guys who love to be toyed with, hair grabbed and spoken to in a top-down way while sucking their buddy. "I said suck me" and "You want my cum, faggot?" are common phrases tops use while pleasing their willing, cocksucking bottoms. "Work my balls" and "Just lick the tip, I'll tell you when you can suck it" are also things that guys say while torturing their suckers into total submission. "Here it cums, open your mouth" and "Lean back, I'm going to shot all over you" are added things that contribute to a full feeding frenzy. The bottom by then is so subservient and horny that he has to be careful not to cum first. The best, of course, is when the two can shoot concurrently, with the top covering the face, eyes, mouth and chest with his cum load and the bottom jerking off onto the floor. I guess the point here is that cum is wonderful, wherever it's squirted. For guys like me, though, don't waste it on my face. Let me taste and swallow your semen as it's pumping into my throat while you grab the back of my head. Bingo! By the way, I'll be in Chicago soon and hope to meet some of you big city boys for a little S & S (Suck & Semen, silly!). I hear that Touche and the Bijou are two hot spots for my kinda play. Can't wait to eat...I mean MEET you! Until then, practice the facial with a friend and see if it's a fun alternative to the blow job as we know it. And from what I hear, sperm is very good for the skin. Where else can you learn these things, guys?? Bon Appetite.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend

You know, it's not easy keeping you pervs and perv wanna-bes excited week after week. I work very hard at my craft in order to keep you inspired and erect. These three pics seem to show a natural progression of sex somehow. We see the cock as a covered brief bulge. They the erect cock, dripping with anticipatory seminal fluid, followed by a fellow about to get face-fucked and drenched by men needing to empty their pressured seed sacks. So OK, they may be a little out of order. Use your fucking imagination, will ya? Anyway, it's a long holiday weekend and men and boys across this country are looking for ways to satisfy their sexual urges. For my kind, the oral kind, that may mean finding an obedient cocksucker (or four) to take your loads so that you can also find time to do errands around the house and a little shopping. For cocksuckers, it's all about going to bed with the scent of fresh cum ropes deposited down your throat and that little gurgling in the tummy showing that you have swallowed enough seed to populate a small Hispanic country. I sure hope you guys find your sexual bliss in the coming days so you can return to work satisfied and able to focus on other things besides what's hanging between your legs. I want to see the day when men climaxing is not a guilt trip or a shameful act of betrayal, or a perversion of religious dogma, but simply climaxing. Open the cum-gates I say and allow men to share their seed as needed. After all, it there anything more normal and God-given than the sexual impulse? Why does society and the church make us feel guilty for wanting to experience such joy as often as possible? I would bet that there would be less murder, war, crime and abuse if men were allowed to act on their sexual needs without all the unnecessary drama. So, on this Memorial Day weekend, think about casting aside those old downloads playing in your mind and simply go for what you want. And for those of you who share my love for all things oral, you know exactly what that means! Blast off. Shoot for the stars. Penile Eruptus Enternae (I think that's pig-Latin, but I've decided to get it tattooed on the inside of my mouth soon....)

Lust - An Oral Tale

There is an adult bookstore 15 minutes from me just south of the Sea-Tac airport. It's pretty clean, fairly new and attracts a wide variety of local guys, airport workers changing shifts and guests from the close-by airport hotels. A true mixed bag of Americana as I know it. The horny kind. I stopped by there yesterday after running some errands, recalling the last time I was in when I played with a guy in his 20's, back home for long weekend, escaping his parents for a few hours. We had a great time. Forward to yesterday around 3. It was a sunny day here in the northwest and I wasn't at all sure who would be partaking of the AVS scene, but wanted to get fed a little before returning home for the evening. Once I paid my theater fee I was buzzed in and sat in the last row of the straight section while my eyes adjusted. Some gal was getting her anus plugged onscreen and everything was the norm, with about a half dozen guys in chairs, several with dicks out in various states of engorgement. As I looked down to the back corner I saw this really hot, handsome, blue collar type in open jeans and a white T. As my eyes adjusted it became clear that he was sporting a woody the size of Cleveland, although somehow Cleveland never looked that good. He kept looking over at me. Now, at these times I always become like a little school girl, unsure of myself and feeling all sissified and vulnerable. Don't ask me why, it just happens. I get so intimidated by my intense attraction that I seem to freeze up with anticipation. Anyone else know that feeling? Anyway, I gave in to my inner slut and got up, walked over and sat in the chair next to him. He looked over briefly at me then returned to his object of obvious attention, his beautiful, turgid cock. Freezing again, I wondered if this was a test of my cruising abilities or whether this guy was looking for what I could offer. I decided to take a leap of faith, right onto my knees on the floor in front of him. He spread his legs to accommodate me, pushed his cock toward my mouth and the session began. After a quick hit of fresh poppers I lowered my head to him and engulfed his cock into my mouth and throat slowly and deeply. He let out a brief grunt of joy as I began to service him and grabbed the poppers from my hand to take his own hit. Now, as you know, I've spoken frequently about the oral zone and the mouth/mind/cock connection in numerous posts over the last couple of years. It is the moment when you know, you just know, that this is a perfect match and that both of you are completely engaged in your role as feeder and eater, top and bottom, cock and cocksucker. Well, this guy and I entered that zone....and stayed there for the next 30 minutes. As we got more comfortable in the scene, he would pull my head up to kiss me every few minutes....big, intense, lippy kisses with hands on either side of our heads and follow-up pecks on the cheeks and neck. Amazing. Then he would push gently on my head back down to his cock, now wet and glistening with my saliva and his own pre-cum. Another thing he did to add to the perfect mix was whisper to me things like, "God, your mouth feels so good", "Come here and kiss me", "Go down and stay there", "Lick my balls", "You love my cock, don't you?" and on and on and on. Almost nothing turns me on more than a feeder who is loving, instructive and centered on his cock. A top who understands my hunger and wants to satisfy my need to feed until I am sated. A total man-of-the-moment who knows that for the time we are together, I own his cock and will be nourished from the white thick milk spurting from his seed sack and beyond. "I've got to cum, I've got to cum", he whispered with just a touch of desperation. I knew what he was saying. That I had played my role well and had gotten him to a point of complete mental and physical climax. He needed to cum, not just wanted to. There's a difference. So after one small hit of scent, he completed our session with such intensity that I thought he might fall out of his chair. He grabbed my head as cum gushed in thick streams down my throat - two, three four ropes before he leaned back with a breathless, "Aw" and closed his eyes. His cock was so beautiful to me at that moment. I could taste and smell our session and didn't want to ever forget how I felt. All I could do was to kiss his softening cock and balls, saying. "Thank you" - over and over and over. That's how I felt. Incredibly grateful and thankful and lucky to have met him. After fastening up his jeans and standing, he leaned down to me, still on my knees and said, "You need to move to Dallas so we can do this more often." My heart sank as I realized that I would most likely never see him again. I watched him slowly walk to the exit and stop to look back for a moment. He smiled tenderly and brought up his hand as if to wave goodbye. The door closed behind him. I sat there for a few moments collecting my thoughts and feelings and senses from this intense interlude...while on the screen yet another gal was being fucked in the ass.

Battle of the Bulge - I Surrender!

My online buddy, Robert "Meanie" Means inspired me (as he often does) with the first shot of the sweats. It's so true, at least for me. A guy confident enough to go out into public showing a bulge or commando has my instant respect, admiration and salivation. I had one great story from a couple years ago when I lived in California. A guy in Von's was showing his thick dick flopping in shorts in the vegetable section (how appropriate...Zucchini analogies abound...). I, of course, could do nothing but circle my prey until he (quickly) got the message. Standing close to him, I suggested (in breathless and dulcet tones of oral eagerness) that we meet in the restroom at the other end of the store. I wandered over and he followed. I entered first and he sheepishly came in and locked the door. Well, you can only imagine what took place then. Let me just say that he came within 90 seconds and I swallowed every last drop. He then got nervous, quickly wiped off any drippy seed and excited with a rather lame, "Thanks". Considering the fine work I had just performed, how about a hearty, "Great job, dude, let's do this again soon!". Oh well, I have the sneaking suspicion that he was either partnered or married and was feeling guilty. God, I wish America would grow up about sex. Stop with the guilt and judgments and just embrace the pure joy of sexual freedom! I truly (honestly) believe that we'd have SUCH a nicer world if guys (and gals too) could get off whenever they wanted, instead of playing all these games. What could possibly be wrong with a chain of Glory Hole stalls placed conveniently around the country and maintained by the local government? I know, I hear you saying, "Oh, right, dude. Like the government is going to take care of glory holes!". Hey, I was always a sexual progressive, so why not, I say?!? Anyway, back to cock-centric showoffs and their incessant need to tempt us cocksuckers with their swagger and swarthy sexiness. Keep it up, men and you too might find yourself in the restroom of your local supermarket getting the best head of your life. It happens. I know....

Just Another Day in (Oral) Paradise

So this sweet guy emails me yesterday with these shots and a clip of him shooting a load. Honestly, I think I have the best job in the world when I open my email to find things like this. So OK, writing this blog isn't really my job, but if I thought I could get away with writing about my favorite subject all day, I would. Now, to protect this guy's privacy (and you can tell that he's a very private guy....), all I will say is that he lives close by, is in his 30's and loves getting sucked off. Isn't that sweet that he would think of little old me to tantalize and seduce? On another note, I was a bad boy today. I got very horned up early by a guy in Palm Springs who I found on A4A. We ended up speaking on the phone and I was smitten with his interest in extended session of oral service. With any luck, he'll he sitting in my living room soon sipping on a little something in his bulging briefs prior to me feeding on his loads until he can't see straight. LOVE those oral tops....they're the best! So because of him I had to go out and feed my hunger. Sure might be nice to begin to learn the names of those I service, know what I mean? OK, time to play with the dog (no, not that one silly) and have a glass of wine. Happy Saturday to you all and may you find your sexual bliss over the weekend!

Top of the Morning to You!

Gosh, when I see photos like this I become more confident in the youth of America, our future, world peace, prosperity and, well, the very seed of life. Yes, indeedy, there's nothing like an smiling, erect young man to greet you on a sunny spring day, right? So, obviously, I had to share my joy with you, my faithful and deviant readers! In another post, I will share, in gooey detail, a "session" of oral servitude and passion that took place last weekend that will make curl your toes and uncurl your cock. It was one of those yin and yang combo's of a hungry cocksucker (moi) and a totally selfish but incredibly sensual oral top. You see, as I have made clear through my previous posts, when that mind/mouth/cock connection kicks in and both parties are totally into their roles, sexual magic takes place. Sadly, this sort of connection is somewhat rare, but my goal is to find someone who can provide that outlet while having a great sense of humor, a high EQ/IQ, a sense of health and wellness in all things, a satisfying profession and a supportive extended network of friends and family. Yes, I know, if I keep swimming with sharks for the cheap thrills I'll never find my salmon to spawn with (OMG....I'm totally using Seattle terms now!). All that aside, all it takes is a little bit of sexual magic and a guy with a good heads on his shoulders and phallic shaft to make a difference. And so, here at mid-week, during a tragic moment in our still relatively new year, may you find some oral passion to relieve the stress and give you renewed confidence in the future of mankind!

Feeders and Eaters in Modern America

Now students. Pay attention. Today we are going to delve into the fascinating subject of male "Feeders" and "Eaters" as they exist in our current American culture. Now, who can tell me the definition of a "Feeder"? OK, Chad. "Well, I think that a feeder is an oral top guy with an ample penis who craves feeding his cock and sperm loads to hungry cocksuckers. Is that right?". Why yes, Chad, that IS correct. And what a colorful and descriptive way of putting it too! Now, who can tell me what "Eater" means? Yes, Blake? "I only know this because my uncle told me, but I think it's a guy who loves to suck cock and swallow loads of fresh semen. Am I close?". Why yes, you are close. And so am I after that spot-on description! Now, here's a photo of your instructor who had just been "fed" and is having the last drops of semen wiped off his face and inserted into his mouth by his spent "feeder". Doesn't that look like fun, class? Well, even though you're only seniors, I bet that many of you have had a similar experience, right? Oh my goodness, don't all raise your hands at once. I had no idea oral sex was so prevalent among you gentleman! Well, we're almost out of time, so please so your homework assignment as specified in our lesson plan. Yes, that's right, Chace, you are expected to demonstrate an act of oral sex before we meet again. And do take some photos on your iPhones and send them to me, OK? I promise to use the best ones to demonstrate proper technique. Run along now. Except you, Tad, why don't we take a walk into the woods at lunch? We all need to eat sometime, now, don't we boys....?

A Delicious Photo To End the Week....

My New FAVorite T-Shirt!

Saw on this online at http://www.redbubble.com/people/baileex3/works/9319038-feed-me-more and can't wait to order one for the summer weather. Of course, here in Seattle, that's like waiting until hell freezes over, but still....So I have this blue hoodie I haven't had the balls to wear (well, actually, I do have the balls, but that's another story....)that clearly says, in big white block letters on the front - COCKSUCKER. Now would anyone at the Eagle complain if I wore that in there one night? I think not. They'd probably just introduce themselves, "Hi Cocksucker. My name's Chad", or something like that, right? Well, I guess I'll need to wait until July the way our weather has been going for the feed me one, but with the first blush of spring comes this urge to dress down and slut around town. Don't ask me why. I was raised well, but sun does weird things to us here in the NW, know what I mean....?

Happy St. Paddy's Day To One and All

I am not Irish, but my family hails from just across the sea in Scotland and the U.K., so I guess I'm somewhat partial to the country and people. Plus, my first boyfriend was Irish. He taught me that I was into worshiping cock, usually his, so you can understand why I celebrate today with special memories...of the phallic kind. Tomorrow it's back to the grind of work, responsibility and reality as we know it. Tonight, though, I will swill green beer, eat corned beef and cabbage and toast to the heavily hung Irish men I have known in my illustrious cocksucking career. It's hard to find appropriate pics for the holiday, but hopefully these shots will elicit a little something in your groin area. So, as they say in Gaelic, "Tilbed en hane i dag". OK, so that's not Gaelic, it's Danish. Fuck if I could find a Gaelic translator online. Now, for a free blowjob, can you tell me that that phrase means....?. Happy St. Paddy's Day one and all!

Restroom Sex - Passion Still in Fashion?

I first encountered the joys of public restroom sex at college. I went to a big state university and heard that the library bathroom was a bastion of butch beauties with big boners. Just so happened that I felt compelled to drop by there after my last class one afternoon, even though it was in the opposite direction from my fraternity house. Hey, it was a nice day and I was curious. Anyway, when I got here it was clear that the rumors were well founded. Sadly, I was so freaked out by seeing what was going on that I quickly left and returned to my bastion of horny straight boys....my bros. Years later I had a couple of experiences in restrooms at malls, hotels, airports, NY Port Authority and bars that proved the lure of this type of venue. One particular hotel restroom at LAX became so notorious for urinal and under stall action that they closed off the parking lot and rerouted patrons to keep down the action. On another occasion I hit a known department store head just as police were arresting two guys for public indiscretions. That sort of put a lid on my attraction to this scene. The pic above reminds me exactly of a restroom at a major university in Dallas I frequented a few times. This is almost exactly what I was facing the last time I was there. You can imagine the rest, but suffice it to say that the guy left feeling much more relaxed and unburdened than in this shot. Too bad this scene sort of bit the big one in recent years. It was a fun, nasty and highly erotic moment in time. Somehow online cruising can't compare to watching a 20 year old go from soft to fully erect in 30 seconds and blow his wad while watching another guy get sucked off in the disabled stall. Gosh, who knew I could be so nostalgic...ha!

We Hit 1000!

I'm so excited I've made a thick, sticky mess in my jeans. It's gotta be pre-cum caused by the terrific news that ORAL COCK WORSHIP has exceeded 1000 members, making it among the top 5% of all blogs on Blogspot! Of course, being who I am, I can only be satisfied at this latest success for so long. Now I have a new goal to reach! You know, life is a lot like sucking cock. Even though you can be satisfied by swallowing two loads, you always want to reach a new plateau of excellence. So whether you have personal objectives that involves career, personal finance, health and fitness, emotional love, international travel or projects around the house, just remember my mantra: Life is like a good blowjob. It's rare to find, but the effort is worth it! Who knew that oral sex could be so profound, right? Anyway, thanks to each of you who has helped me reach this latest membership milestone. If you were closer, I'd thank you more personally, in my own special way.....

The "Loin" Ranger Strikes Again!

Now, the cock known as the Loin Ranger and I go way back. He is a big-dicked oral top who is also among the hottest feeders I've ever met. We had an intense interlude a few years ago that left me breathless and weak in the knees (if you can imagine that...). During that session, he took some shots of me doing him that I still use on several of my sites. He recently sent me these shots of one of his group parties with the following note: Hey,hope you're well and getting your weekly (daily?) doses of sperm. got a small favor to ask. any chance you can post on your blog about my upcoming 'Cocksuckers' Feast' in San Francisco on March 21st? I get to SF a couple of times a year and always try to get a hot group of orally inclined guys together in my hotel room for a night of intense cocksucking, kissing, rimming, edging and sperm-spraying, cum-guzzling fun. I've got some good regular attendees but we're always on the hunt for more hung, cut (preference, sorry uc guys), DDF guys who enjoy group oral play. I know your loyal followers might enjoy seeing some of these pics of past events. If any of them are in SF or traveling through on the 21st of March, they should definitely CUM! And of course if you happen to be in San Francisco that night.... come and feast with us.;-)Thanks buddy, Now I happen to know that the Greater Bay Area is positively swarming with orally-inclined guys, so if you are in that area and want to have an experience that well may become your personal best, send my buddy Loin an email at: loinranger@aol.com.

The Ides of February

Hey boys. Long time no suck...I mean see. And before I go on, let me just say that I know the quote is actually, "The Ides of March". And since it's not really mid-month today, it's not the ides of anything, including February. Let's just agree that it's getting close to mid-month and the dreary days of winter are beginning to wane. Of course, if you've survived the storm in New York and New England this past week, you're probably not exactly looking for daffodil bulbs to break through. But here on the left coast, we may have seen the last of old man winter.

Now, my apologies to all of you. I have been a bad blogger this past month, haven't I? Yes, indeedy, I have. So what do you want to do? Tie me up and fuck my face until you shoot your full, thick load of baby batter down my eager, hungry gullet to punish me? As you must realize, there are far worse ways to ensure contrition, so bring it on. I have been moving into a new house and have had some business "stuff" getting in the way of my extracurricular activities, sadly. Isn't that just such a bummer when life intrudes on sexual bliss? So I found these shots online today to remind me what real joy and satisfaction are all about. I'm just a working stiff (ahem...) after all, a fact-o-life to which many of you can relate, I'm certain. I'm making plans to go on a sexual weekend soon. Seattle is a great city, but it's just a little too tame for my oral needs. I have a couple fav places in Chicago that I may need to try out. Or maybe I'll meet a totally fun skull fucker to fly to. I've been known to take off to a top's town and check into a nearby hotel, all in the name of a good feeding. But today I will sate my hunger by taking in my two top suck palaces in the area, one in South Everett and one in Lake City. Sperm is a terrible thing to waste and I fear that my boys have been spilling their seed on sacred ground instead of providing me the warm, creamy liquid comfort I need to survive. So guys, I'm back in the saddle again and hope to hear from you! And do me a favor, will ya? I am five cocks away from hitting 1000 followers. Tell your buddies via social media to sign up. I'm the buddy every true oral top needs. And true friendship can always begin with a blowjob. God knows, I've met some of my lifelong best friends that way! Happy Sunday to all!

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The Exhibitionist Generation

I sometimes wonder if all the photo of cocks attached to faces will come back to haunt us some day. It seems that there is such an overload of men more than willing to strut their stuff either privately or publicly...but all virtually. Meaning, of course, that once it's out there in the ether, your privacy is toast. I especially worry about these very young guys sending phone bone prick pics out willy-nilly mistakenly believing the recipient when then write back, "Thanks, man...and don't worry, these aren't going anywhere." So the shots above tantalize me to writing about privacy and exhibitionism. Both are special quandaries for me. But to many it appears, they've pretty much said, "Fuck that" and have willingly lost the battle. Then again, part of me thinks that if everyone shows their dicks, faces, names et al online, they'll have broken the spell of propriety and no one will care. Although I'd love to think of that happening, just imagine that a photo of you showing your penis erectus somehow got to your relative, boss, business partner, current amour/spouse, neighbor or even child? Would you regret that momentary rush that prompted you to showcase the goods for eternity? However, for you Seattle boys and men who have thrown caution to the wind and want to world to acknowledge your piece, get at me. I'll gladly jump on your exhibitionist bandwagon and help you out. WTF....

New Years's Inspirations

As you know, I only post photos on my blog that touch me in some way. Or cause me to touch myself in some way, if you catch my drift. The above shots are perfect examples of moving images that inspire me to embrace the coming year with renewed resolve and energy. All of them, of course, are central to my main theme of oral cock worship, as they seem to bring a little wet spot to both my briefs and to the edge of my lips. I answered an online ad recently and decided to let it all hang out by telling the gentleman that I was interested in finding a big-dicked, total oral top "King" (a word I learned from an Italian guy in Philadelphia) who liked Tequila, poppers and lengthy sessions of oral service and drainage. Of course, I fully expected him to respond with something banal like, "Well, I like to get blown if that's your question". That sort of answer is not exactly promising to me. To my surprise, he wrote back enthusiastically with, "You found your man! That exactly what I love!". Now you're talking, kiddo! So, I'll either be ensconced between the furry man legs of this total oral top today, or I'll frequent my closest AVS and theater which almost always guarantees a good, albeit emotionally unfulfilling, time. I say that because I really want to meet someone soon who can become a friend, buddy...hell, even lover. I've been single for two years and getting tired of tables for one. I still can't figure out if I want an age-appropriate, intellectually and socio-economically compatible mate, or to get into some sort of fetish relationship. This could be anything from a big-dick top who dominates me with his cock, or a younger "boy" who wants a protective "dad" who has incestuous fantasies about getting his dick sucked. I know what you're thinking. Sure, I am a bit of a perv, but honestly, I'm also so vanilla on many levels it's funny. I just don't want to be old someday and wish I had tried something different or fun sexually. We have one try at life, so why not embrace it so that when that rocking chair time arrives, I can sip on a cream sherry and remembers all the great loads I swallowed and big-dicked tops that fed me over and over. Just sayin'....

Managing the Hunger

I cum...I mean come...across photos all the time that "speak to me" in unique and personal ways. Often the only way I can describe it is that they make me hungry. And not just sexually, it's an actual psychological need that goes beyond just wanting a dick in my mouth. It's the need to be near a penis, to feel the flesh and warmth and to taste the precum that's wiped on my lips. It's feeling a knowing hand on my head that silently says, "I understand. Let me feed you." I know that others like me know exactly what I'm saying. I hear from you guys all the time with notes like, "Wow, no one has ever described it that way before. That exactly how I feel." I love that. But I love to be needed even more. I want a top to need my mouth and my attention and my service. I want him to yearn as much as I do for that connection between my mouth and throat and their God-cock. Let us both welcome our roles and relish in knowing who we are without games, power trips, egos or shame. There is no guilt in worshiping cock, only the ability to manage the hunger. Today, for example, I have commitments that preclude me from acting on my need. That means that by tomorrow, I will be ravenous in a complete emotional and physical way. My taste buds will be ripe for the picking and I will need to be used for my ultimate gift of oral service. I will have an oral top engorge my throat with his rigid cock and spew his thick threads of warm seed into me. Until then, however, I will manage my hunger. Mother Earth give me strength!

Desires of the Flesh

So, here we have two cocks. One cut and one, "un". I have to address what has been an "issue" for me my whole life. I profess on most sites to prefer cut guys. Just my preference, right? Or is there a deeper issue, one bordering on phallic bigotry? My first partner was a hung Irish Catholic from New York who was hyper sexual and the ultimate oral top. He was the one who taught me that my extreme oral predilection actually had an accurate description, Cock Worship. One morning, after we had lived together for maybe six months, I mouthed off to him about my apparent disdain for uncut cock. I was merciless and vile in characterizing all of them as dirty, smelly, unappealing dangling pieces of putrid flesh undeserving of my esteemed attention. In all honesty, I was being a total prick...and not in a good way. My then partner sat there silently until I finished my judgmental diatribe and then quietly said, "But I'm uncut". OMFG, what have I just done? I loved and lusted this man and his penis more than anyone alive. I had nursed on that appendage for hours and sucked innumerable loads from the head on an almost daily basis. Now I've insulted him in an unforgivable way! How did I not know he was uncut? So here's my take on it. I rarely saw him soft our entire first six months of our relationship. And even when I did, he didn't look uncut, at least my perception of it. So, I learned a lesson. Never judge a cock by it's cover. In the years since we broke up I've been faced with the same dilemma. I have this phobia, hesitancy and sometimes outright dislike for uncircumcised penises! I just hate saying it. Really I do, because as I learned early on, some of the hottest dick out there is intact, uncut, unadulterated and oh so sensitive to mouth action! I think even my chosen pics above support my bias. I mean, look at the cut guy. He's literally bending over backwards to have me suck him, while the uncut guy just hangs there! See what I mean? I still have room to grow, learn and discover. I think I'll make that my 2013 resolution, in addition to embracing my sub side, I will try uncut men with a vengeance. But please, clean that thing and don't reinforce my stereotype, will ya? I want a break through, not a set back! Thanks for listening.

Monday Morning Musings and Dom Dick

I receive a WHOLE bunch of photos from readers of my blog, either from their own collection or among the plethora of penises that frequent the net. I have to be touched by a pic in some way to feature it. Even then, space doesn't allow me to place all of those that make me seep. Sometimes I just feel lustful and hungry, like a subservient, knee-walking cocksucker with a driving need to service and please. Other times I need a pick-me-up to start or end my work week. And sometimes I just need to write about cock, God's most magical and spiritual phallic creation, a deity, the Messiah and the anointed one. I have recently been in touch with a self-described "Dom". Now, I have never really delved into my "Sub" psyche that much, although I think I am one in theory. When I'm in the moment, I want to be owned by my top and controlled by his cock. I want every dewy drop of pre-cum and every rope of fresh seed to be mine and mine alone. I want to worship, adore, idolize, honor, bow down, celebrate, service and drain my top God-cock. He is all masterful and mighty. He is my purpose and my life. For the time I am kneeling at his alter he owns my mind, mouth and soul. I give it willingly, selflessly and without hesitancy. So, I guess I will meet this "Dom" soon and see what this scene is all about. It may be what I've been doing all along, or it may take me into the sexual darkness deeper than I ever thought possible, yet bring me ultimate sexual and emotional enlightenment and joy. These photos represent my calling and my purpose. I am ready for this next part of my journey.