Last night (or rather, early this morning) as my mouth was hot on Apollo’s very hard cock, I wasn’t considering this post at all. I was focused entirely on sensations: the tang of precome as it seeped onto my tastebuds; the slight vacuum in my cheeks as I sucked upwards; the slight ripple of his stomach muscles every time I flicked my tongue just like that.
Fellatio, indeed, any kind of oral pleasuring, isn’t something I regard as an inherently submissive act – even though, for many of my relationships, I’m in a power exchange dynamic where I am the submissive. What it is, rather, is something that I adore doing, and often tips over into outright worship. Worship of genitalia; worship of my partner; worship of the act itself.
When I’m worshipping cock, as I was those few hours ago, the many threads of thought running through my brain narrow right down, and I lose myself in the moment. I’m utterly mindful. I am pleased to please – and most definitely get pleasure from my partner’s pleasure – but it’s about the every small movement that brings me joy. My eyes pick up the slight shadings of arousal: the darkening colours of the scrotum and the tightening of the skin there. The nose inhales the subtle scents of my own saliva mixed with perspiration and musk. I revel in the sensation of skin moving against skin; pubic hair brushing across my cheeks and nose and chin. There’s the delightful sounds of pleasure: both those my partner makes – and how those change over the course of pleasuring – and the sounds I make myself. And, of course, there’s taste. Wonderful, marvellous taste.
There are times that like to press myself, when worshipping. Very nearly always during my time with an erect cock I will take it deep in my mouth and open my throat wide, but some positions are better for this than others – and of course different cocks, being different lengths and different widths, slide down easier than others. I have learned that I cannot (successfully) deep-throat a cock with a condom on it – but it’s still fun to try! I will, upon occasion (usually in certain power dynamics, but that’s not a requirement) offer myself up for face fucking – that feeling of having my mouth used, reacting rather than acting, is overwhelming and wonderful.
To my mind, in order to successfully worship cock there are many things that are not a requirement. It doesn’t have to be firm: I’ve had amazing pleasure with soft cock in my mouth, revelling in the sensation and the feel of it. It doesn’t have to be organic: I’ve taken as much pleasure with synthetic or packing cocks as I have with those that come permanently attached to my partner. And it doesn’t have to be in a state to ejaculate: I’ve pleasured cock just for pleasuring – orgasm and/or ejaculation isn’t a necessary end-point for fellatio, although I do adore having a mouth full of spunk.
What is needed? 1: Me to want it; 2: For my partner to want it; 3: To have time to thoroughly enjoy it. And that’s about it, because I love cock, and I love worshipping it, and what else should you need?
A Few Posts I’ve Written About Fellatio
- I’m caught by surprise and don’t get to swallow
- I fantasise about sucking cock
- Me, fixated? Yep! (pics like the first seen here)
- Watching porn together leads to getting off together
- I enjoy getting my cock sucked on… (pics)
- I like to offer my services
- Face fucking in Melbourne (pics)
- Managing fellatio in the car
- Oral in the outdoors (pics taken the same day as the final pic seen here)
Photographs by Hylas (first pic) and Tethys (the remaining three). Mouth is mine is all pics, cock is theirs!