Why I love sucking cock

If you have visited my blog recently, I am sure you have seen the "Proud member of CWS" logo displayed prominently. CWS stands for Cock worshipping Subs and is a community dedicated to the idea that some of us just worship the male penis! I just became a member and author there. I highly recommend my readers to visit and read the posts.

One of the requests I got from Spanky was to take the CWS Challenge and write about "Why I love sucking cock". Hmm... where do I start :-) Anyway, here is my feeble attempt to describe a raw emotion that for me transcends words and language

Asking me this question, is like asking me why I love to breathe or why I crave water when I am thirsty or food when I am hungry. The simplest answer would be that for me sucking my Swami's cock is life sustaining. How can you not love something that keeps you alive? My mind craves it as much as my body craves air, water and food. I don't simply love sucking cock, I am afraid I am addicted to it which means that if I don't do it at regular intervals, I can't function as a person.

I am addicted to it because of the effect it has on all my five senses and how mindfully aware it makes me. I suck my Swami's cock in a lot of positions, but the one I love the most is when I am on my knees and he is standing over me. The act of staring at him while I am on my knees fills a deep submissive longing in me. When he looks down on me, the warmth of being possessed spreads thru me.

My eyes feast on the beauty of my Swami's cock. Its deep chocolate color, the way it curves ever so imperceptibly when it is hard, the blood vessels that I can see right under the skin, the moisture of pre-cum at its tip that gives it a heavenly sheen, all of those things cast a spell on me. What a perfect organ! I sigh!

I draw myself closer and close my eyes momentarily while I put my nose right under his balls and smell him deeply. No perfume drives me so crazy as that smell. If he has been working out and sweating, it smells even better. The smell is so primal. I am about to enter a trance. I move my nose up and place it close to his cock. He has just pissed. I can smell the urine mixed with sweat. I inhale deeply and let it penetrate my lungs. My mouth is watering now.

I gently hold it in my hands and it responds immediately. Its as if we are having an intense conversation. My Swami has disappeared now. I can only see his cock now. Every little tug I give it, it answers unfailingly. It is a bundle of contradictions. It is so soft and tender to touch, yet it is so hard now. Its skin is so yielding and yet resists when I try to push back the foreskin too quickly. I gently rub it across my face. As skin touches skin, I shiver

It is crying a little now and I feel compelled to kiss away its tears. I use my tongue to taste the pre-cum tears. Oh Lord! it tastes so delicious. I have never craved a delicacy so bad, my mouth is filled with saliva. I gently wrap my lips around it and invite it into my mouth. I hope it finds my mouth friendly and a good host. I taste the pre-cum and traces of piss on the tip. Then I feel my hair being tugged and my face being drawn in. It fills my mouth and expands even more. I feel it move to the end of throat and then push further beyond. I feel its warmth and stare at the man who owns this marvelous piece of exquisite beauty. His eyes are filled with lust and I am hungry,  so we make a perfect pair.

He pushes hard, back and forth and finally my ears hear the music of  his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The sound is so soothing, melodious and rhythmic. His moans and my choking combine to transform the sounds into a composition that transcends Beethoven's 5th to my ears. I am completely in a deep trance now. My Swami can see it. My pupils have widened, I have quit hearing and responding to him. My eyes are locked on his eyes like a zombie. He needs to get me out of it. He needs me to be mindfully aware when I service him, so he slaps me on one cheek and then the other to reach deep inside the void and extract me into awareness again.

I struggle back and try to focus. The sight, the smell, the feel, the sounds are overwhelming and then I receive the final gift. He groans, sinks his cock deep inside my mouth, slams me against himself and explodes into me. Some of his cum just shoot right down my throat. I hate that. I want it in my mouth and want to savor it. Luckily he jerks back and I get my chance. I clamp down hard on to his cock with my lips and refuse to let go. I can feel it pulsating, his hands are pulling hard on my hair, his cum is gushing into my mouth and as I stare at his face, I can see that he is in that very trance that I was in a just a few minutes ago. I watch him in awe. Such perfection. I wish Rodin had sculpted " A man cumming" instead of the "The Thinker". What a masterpiece that would have been. Maybe some day somebody will.

He slowly re-surfaces into my world. I am waiting dutifully as his slave, holding his precious gift in my mouth, my eyes fixated on him in total awe and devotion. He smiles and I melt. He nods and I know that I am going to experience something exquisite. I swirl his cum in my mouth. I want it to touch every part of my tongue and send all different taste sensations to my brain. I taste the sweetness, the salty hints, a tinge of bitterness. The texture is so sublime. Wine never tasted this good to me. As I do that, I tremble as my orgasm hits me, I struggle to keep my head inclined and all the cum in my mouth. I don't want to lose a single drop. My Swami is so kind. He holds my hair tightly with one hand and puts his other on my throat and steadies me. Finally in complete ecstasy, I swallow his gift.

Yes, I was made for this, I was made to suck cock, to swallow cum, it is my calling, my passion, my addiction, my feeble attempt to serve my God.

You ask me why I love sucking cock? I love it because it is my life and what is more precious than life in this world? Everything else depends on it.