How can it keep getting better and better?

[Rest85]

The first time I got high it never seemed as good as that again....

The first time I got drunk, it never quite seemed that good again...

So many things are like that, that the first time seems the most magical, the most powerful.

But sucking cock just keeps getting better and better. I am even more excited every time I do it, especially when it's a new cock...but I always love sucking a dick even more than the last time, even after 40 years of doing it. I get more and more satisfaction out of showing my feeder how much I love being submissive to his good hard dick and how much I appreciate him treating me to his cum.

Is it like this for others?

[SilkyHoseLover]

I don't have quite the refined description that you gave about the initial experiences being high and inebriated, but I can identify with your continually growing enthusiasm for sucking cock. In my case, however, I'll extend that to include my adventures in cross-dressing and experimenting with erotic activities as if I were a real woman. Every step I've taken that goes beyond what I originally envisioned, is euphoric!

[Rest85]

I don't have quite the refined description that you gave about the initial experiences being high and inebriated, but I can identify with your continually growing enthusiasm for sucking cock. In my case, however, I'll extend that to include my adventures in cross-dressing and experimenting with erotic activities as if I were a real woman. Every step I've taken that goes beyond what I originally envisioned, is euphoric!


Interesting. I would like to wear panties as I suck cock...take my cock out the side and jack off as I am used as a cock whore. I wonder if that would evolve.

I actually don't think the first time with those other things was the absolute best...including the first time I came. I've had many experiences with each of those things and can't actually say the first time was the best...but the first time was different because I didn't really know what the feeling would be. There's a wow factor about the first time. Now, with sucking cock there is a wow-ier factor every time I kneel to be used. mmmm. So good. It just gets more and more intense for me.

[KDaddy23]

Sucking cock never gets old! I loved it the first time I did it and loved it the last time I did it the other day! New cocks, same old cocks - never matters because it feels so good to do it.

[kneelsoften]

What a beautiful expression of your love of cock!

It seems that the process of becoming a cocksucker was, more me, a series of surrenders.

At first it was just letting myself look at a cock; giving in to my curiosity. That was rewarded with strange new exciting feelings. I remember my heart thumping while paging through an old nudist magazine.

Next was exploring these new urges, noticing that my mouth would get wet, and finally admitting the hunger I felt to touch my lips to a cock.

When that happened it was a transformational experience. Once I experienced the way a cock makes me feel when it rewards me for my adoration, twitching with its pleasure, growing harder, and gushing into my mouth, I knew I would never stop craving cock.

I agree completely. I've blown hundreds of guys, swallowed every load, and in the last 10 years, become ever more obcessed with cocks and cocksucking. I never wanted to miss out on anything in life, but never thought the reward of a fetish is ecstasy. Every time is more devoted and more rewarding. Giving a blowjob to completion is my heaven.

[kneelsoften]

What a beautiful expression of your love of cock!

It seems that the process of becoming a cocksucker was, more me, a series of surrenders.

At first it was just letting myself look at a cock; giving in to my curiosity. That was rewarded with strange new exciting feelings. I remember my heart thumping while paging through an old nudist magazine.

Next was exploring these new urges, noticing that my mouth would get wet, and finally admitting the hunger I felt to touch my lips to a cock.

When that happened it was a transformational experience. Once I experienced the way a cock makes me feel when it rewards me for my adoration, twitching with its pleasure, growing harder, and gushing into my mouth, I knew I would never stop craving cock.

I agree completely. I've blown hundreds of guys, swallowed every load, and in the last 10 years, become ever more obcessed with cocks and cocksucking. I never wanted to miss out on anything in life, but never thought the reward of a fetish is ecstasy. Every time is more devoted and more rewarding. Giving a blowjob to completion is my heaven.

[Rest85]

What a beautiful expression of your love of cock!

It seems that the process of becoming a cocksucker was, more me, a series of surrenders.

At first it was just letting myself look at a cock; giving in to my curiosity. That was rewarded with strange new exciting feelings. I remember my heart thumping while paging through an old nudist magazine.

Next was exploring these new urges, noticing that my mouth would get wet, and finally admitting the hunger I felt to touch my lips to a cock.

When that happened it was a transformational experience. Once I experienced the way a cock makes me feel when it rewards me for my adoration, twitching with its pleasure, growing harder, and gushing into my mouth, I knew I would never stop craving cock.

I agree completely. I've blown hundreds of guys, swallowed every load, and in the last 10 years, become ever more obcessed with cocks and cocksucking. I never wanted to miss out on anything in life, but never thought the reward of a fetish is ecstasy. Every time is more devoted and more rewarding. Giving a blowjob to completion is my heaven.

Very well said! I don't suck cocks often but when I do it's the most excited I ever feel during sex. And, you referring to it as a fetish is exactly right. I adore a hard dick...I fetishize it and want to pleasure it till I am fed with the thick cum.

[Tag200]

What a beautiful expression of your love of cock!

It seems that the process of becoming a cocksucker was, more me, a series of surrenders.

At first it was just letting myself look at a cock; giving in to my curiosity. That was rewarded with strange new exciting feelings. I remember my heart thumping while paging through an old nudist magazine.

Next was exploring these new urges, noticing that my mouth would get wet, and finally admitting the hunger I felt to touch my lips to a cock.

When that happened it was a transformational experience. Once I experienced the way a cock makes me feel when it rewards me for my adoration, twitching with its pleasure, growing harder, and gushing into my mouth, I knew I would never stop craving cock.

I agree completely. I've blown hundreds of guys, swallowed every load, and in the last 10 years, become ever more obcessed with cocks and cocksucking. I never wanted to miss out on anything in life, but never thought the reward of a fetish is ecstasy. Every time is more devoted and more rewarding. Giving a blowjob to completion is my heaven.

thanks for sharing and wow got me hard

[Tag200]

Very well said! I don't suck cocks often but when I do it's the most excited I ever feel during sex. And, you referring to it as a fetish is exactly right. I adore a hard dick...I fetishize it and want to pleasure it till I am fed with the thick cum.

can one of you elaborate on the fetish part , I mean I know what the term is but are you saying that cock is your inky focus on a man therefore it is a fetish? Or…?

[Cum1st]

Way back then:

The first time for me was not bad - OK, now I've done it. On the one side, a new, enjoyable sexual experience I'd been looking forward to. On the other, now I'm queer - less of a man in society. I must keep this to myself.

The next times were with a childhood friend of proximity. (Neighbors) We had drifted apart when we got the freedom of our first cars then own lives. We didn't really have much in common. During a sexually dry time for me and maybe him too we reconnected briefly, and sucked each other on two occasions. On a third his hard, short-ish, fattish cock was pushing against my asshole when the queer thing got the better of him.

Then an other almost:

I requested a Yellow Pages add from the phone company. A rep came out to my place. The business didn't take long, but he wasn't done selling. He then turned the conversation sexual. As he skillfully described sexual acts that I had not known, my stiff cock was down my leg outlined in my light colored, tight, early 70's thin denim pants with a large wet spot radiating from it. The one I remember involved slowly pushing one bead on a string at a time up a person's ass during sex then pulling the whole string out at the right point of orgasm. He left disappointed, and I regretted turning him down soon afterward. In my defense, I had been with four different women the week before, but that's a pretty lame excuse.

I can't believe I've never tried the bead thing. Note to self; stop in at The Lions Den.

The start of an obsession:

There were a few other encounters not mentioned here, but the turning point happened one chilly dark rainy slushy winter evening. I had been married for a while, and plenty of good to great sex had become sort of normal. The first adult store had opened up in the area. It looked sort of dark and sinister. Was it even legal? The parking lot was always empty when I would drive past on my commute.

That fateful night I decided I could really use some fresh possibly better porn for my supplementary masturbation. Once again the parking lot was empty. Inside, the store was quite dark with a counter along the back wall facing the road. The clerk?, proprietor? was behind it. Silence. I milled around for a bit until noticing a curtain at the open end of the counter. Over it was a sign that read THEATER. Breaking the silence, I asked if I could go in there. I expected to find a room with maybe a few men watching a porn film, each nervously wishing they could unzip and stroke themselves. They would not be willing to touch themselves in the company of other men, and in fear of cumming in their slacks. How embarrassing that would be. Those were my previous dirty movie experiences.

Strangely, the guy didn't ask for money to enter. Inside I quickly adjusted to reality and picked a booth after a quick trip out for quarters. On a bench sitting next to the opening I started a new phase of jerking off. I chose not to close the curtain on the booth. I was alone, and being incredibly turned on, up for anything that might happen. I was hard, self lubricated, and not in a hurry when the store keeper appeared in the opening with his hard cock out inches from my face. He asked, "Wanna sip?" I WAS ON IT! He did suggest helping me with my dripping cock, but I wasn't feeling left out. After some stroking under suction with the feel of that uniquely soft head skin on my tongue he unloaded quietly with great animation, and returned to work.

This could have been the height of my quest for cock but it got better:

Times were changing. There quickly became more ABS back rooms, sometimes crowded. Sitting in a booth that had both gay and hetero porn listed on the door would bring cock after cock to the hole in the partition. In one sitting I could satisfy as many men as it took to satisfy my immediate 'need' to suck. Then I'd edge alone as long as I could stand it or until the coins ran out.

At the same time certain roadside rest areas would literally fill with horny men on their way home from work. I could host nearby which would usually turn into a hot 69. I can with confidence say that for Bi men, those were the 'good ole days'.

Sucking cock can reach a point that it doesn't get better, but sooner or later it starts all over. Any dick in my mouth would be better than one in my memory.

More a ramble than a dissenting view.

Hey, I've owned and driven two Rambler...