I'm not really The World's Greatest Cocksucker.
Not yet, anyway.
But I'm in training.
So I can't spend a lot of time writing tonight. Because I have exercises to do. A total of 15 minutes. 30 seconds of this. 15 seconds of that. Then back to the other thing. Then something else. And not just meaningless exercises but with explanations of what function each action takes in the process.
Because, of course, it's not just a question of getting the guy to cum. It's the pleasure he has along the way. And my problem, it seems, is that I am so good and so creative that I get all caught up in doing the interesting moves, which are meant to spice things up, and am (big confession here) too bored with the standard pumping away on his cock with my mouth that I don't do enough of it.
Back to basics.
Or, more accurately, time to learn the basics.
Or time to accept that I'm just going to have to work on the basics.
Boredom or not.
Because, as I've reminded you all before
(join me on the chorus now)
It's not about me.Now if only some of you guys lived in the neighborhood, I could use you as crash test dummies. Lab rats. Experimental subjects. Volunteer cocks. But given the situation, I'll have to practice on some of my own fingers and use Marko's snores as a stand-in for the moans I am absolutely positive I would elicit.
It's all about him.
I really am very good.
Just imagine me bent over your cock, my mouth warm and wet, my tongue pressing against you, my red hair falling down around my face, my head bobbing up and down...
Anyone hard yet?