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  2. From my very first experience taking a man’s firm cock into my longing mouth and for the next 50 years of sucking so many glorious penises, I have felt a rush, a certain euphoria where I lose myself in the act of service. As an inexperienced teen kneeling between the knees of my adult friend and mentor, I initially thought that it was just a combination of excitement and nervousness, but before that first, exploring blow job was finished, I realized there was more to it. As time went on and I serviced him again and again, the euphoria became greater. My attention was focused on him, his breathing, moans, grunts, and words of encouragement, words of instruction, and berating words, calling me a cum-slut, a cocksucker, etc. There was also my focused attention on the throbbing shaft, the tightening balls, his fingers in my hair, and every motion of his body. The same held true when he introduced me to new cocks, young and old. It is an intense sensation that I have come to call “cock drunk,” and I love it!
    The sense of being cock drunk reminds me that I was born to sexually service and pleasure men, and when I am in that sacred state, there is little I would not do to ensure his satisfaction. Being cock drunk means that when the man I am serving tells me he wants to blow his load on my face, I comply without question. It means that when he informs me part way through my cocksuckng that he wants my ass that I fetch the lubricant and begin to prepare my man-pussy for him as I continue sucking, licking and kissing his cock and balls, waiting for his order to open up so he may breed me. This sublime intoxication is heightened when there is more than one man to please at the same time, heightened to a level of sensual intensity that I can barely describe. It is common for me to gather for an afternoon or evening with two or three of my closest and most trusted partners. Occasionally one will bring along a new friend, and that has a special excitement all its own.
    My record occurred several years ago when I was in my early fifties. A well to do gent owned a large house on the ocean not far from where I lived. He would sometimes host gatherings, mostly for bi men like myself. It was strictly invitation only and the attendees were either known to him or referred by close friends. I had the pleasure of attending a few such gatherings. A small fee at the door covered the cost of drinks and laundering of the towels and sheets supplied for the guests. I attended one autumn afternoon gathering with a good friend and sex partner. Upon entering we were directed to a stack of empty boxes into which we placed our clothes. It was a strict requirement that everyone be naked. There were about 24 of us there that day, most between 40 and 60 years of age, but a couple as young as mid 20s and a few as old at 70 and I believe all were bi, married men. Everyone mingled and chatted, checking each other out and sizing each other up. I love being in this setting. Men began pairing off, some retreating to other rooms and others displaying their sexual exploits. My friend and I fell into the latter category and we began kissing and fondling in a quiet corner of the living room. Soon I dropped to my knees and began to make love to his cock, rapidly reaching cock drunkenness. Soon another man approached and I looked up to see it was another friend who I had the pleasure of serving before. He began to kiss my friend and I swapped the attention of my mouth and hands between them. My intoxication rose and after a short while, another two men approached, neither of whom were known to me. One was young, maybe 30, handsome, buff and hung. He smiled at me, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his large cock. The other gent was in his 50s like me. I concentrated on these four, beautiful penises, now completely cock-drunk. I was pulled aside to take other cocks as well and it was a divine burr. My friends recounted to me later that my hungry mouth had hosted 6 or maybe 7 cocks that afternoon. I know for a fact that four men gifted me their sacred sperm to devour while 2 or 3 others had jerked off on me, spewing their seed on my shoulders, back, face and chest. I heard cheers, laughter, men calling me a whore, slut, pig, champion, the best cocksucker. In the haze of my state, it was all like music. When the last load was deposited in my submissive mouth by a man I didn’t even know, I was helped to my feet to the sound of wild applause. I waved to the adoring revelers as I found my way to the bathroom where I stood, gazing into the mirror. I had never seen myself in that state before, nor since. Drying seaman matted my hair and clung to my cheeks, chin, chest and shoulders. My lips and the area around them were red and I thought to myself that maybe I was simply a slut. Stepping into the shower I began to replay the entire event in my mind, smiling as I did so. A slut? Maybe to some, but not to myself. I prefer to think of myself as living my destiny, providing a vital service to myself and other men. I am a cockaholic, enjoying the sublime buzz.

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    7. Love the widespread legs, Hussein – I’m a thigh guy, and yours are very inviting. Especially when there’s a nine incher between them. A vertical bone always gets my attention. Mine points straight out at just over 6” but I’m told I have a plum-sized cap. I’m aroused just imagining holding your “boys” in my hand while tending to your needs.Your body is also first class. – and you have a sweet, kind face. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. I only found your site a few months ago. Though I have always been comfortable with myself, I do know how some other men are not as fortunate. I grew up, literally, in a church and was intent upon becoming a priest for most of my teenage years. I truly do know how internal conflicts can play mind games on people. When I found your site I must be honest in that it was an accident because I was being a perv online. I found an image or two that had come from here so I looked you up. I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. Yours is one of the few online sites that I have ever seen which have some sort of substance rather than just gratuitous images. There seems to be so many opportunities for men that have not been as fortunate to be more comfortable that I believe most men can some sense of kinship and brotherhood just by browsing around.

    I was heartbroken when your tech issue occurred. I was hoping that you would be tough and carry on. I am so glad to see that you have, brother. Cheers to you

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  6. I’ve been so inspired by the site and all the work that Seb has put into it over the years, as well as the amazing contributions from my fellow cock lovers…

    I’m glad to be able to contribute again.

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