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I gingerly picked it up with both my hands and gently massaged it while I drew in his fragrance one last time before it would be mixed with the smell of my own spit and arousal hormones. Dizzying. I had to suppress a giggle when I realized this is how it had all started for me, some ten years ago – sniffing wieners in the toilet. It was definitely his smell that aroused me most. If you have never sucked a penis in your life it’s difficult – maybe even impossible – to appreciate the exquisiteness of the taste, smell and texture of this most wonderful piece of human flesh. Hard and soft at the same time, mixing the best of sweet and salty in a fragrance that originates solely from a man’s secretions – sweat, smegma, sperm and just a touch of urine. All separately you can like or dislike them, but when experienced together, I guess they are what initiated my fetish then, and fuels it today.

Down I went now. Opened my mouth wide and swallowed him whole. I felt him slide over my lips and tongue, welcomed every centimeter and turned on the recorder in my head to save every coming sensation for later recollection. When he seemed to have reached the end of the tunnel, I did what I thought was the proper technique and managed to take him a little deeper still. I inched my way down like this until I had all of him in my mouth and throat, my nose first touching, and then pressing down in his pubic bone. I concentrated on my breathing, and on suppressing the lingering vomit reflex. So far so good. Once firmly established, I started working his pole with my tongue and cheeks, massaging him, sending shudders through his entire body. My hands weren’t doing anything, so in an unconscious upwelling, I put my hands under his thighs and lifted his legs up, until his knees were over my head. Hey lay comfortable enough and his legs stayed in that position, giving me easy access to his dangling balls. I kept his cock securely locked in my throat’s embrace, and dedicated my hands to fondling his sensitive little cum-factories. I thought a second of testing his threshold for pain there too, but decided not too. I didn’t want to disturb myself. I was sure he was enjoying this – from his sighs and shudders – but if possible, I was enjoying myself even more.