The Heaven-sent gift of that shithole lick,

It feels so fuckin' good it almost makes one believe in a God - I mean how else could anything so pleasurable have started? 
I know that every time I mention the subject I complain at the number of guys around who still won't engage in this supremely blissful activity - or have I just been particularly unlucky in my contacts? I can only repeat that for such men the only explanation must be that they just do not know what they're missing. Okay, I get that some guys are not especially clean down there - maybe it's been several hours since they had a shower and they've taken a shit within that time - and one necessarily has to be careful about staying safe. However, if you're in your own home (or in his) that's easy enough remedied, making it 'stimulating' for him when you clean him up while he just has to remain passive. Of course I accept that if there's any doubt it's better to refrain, but some guys carry on as if it's always just too 'dirty' to even contemplate. I'm afraid that for me that attitude just kills off the desire for pleasure-seeking in any cock-fun session. 

I've written before of my moment of revelation when it was first done to me but here it goes again.
 Although up to then I'd been having regular sex for some time, in my case always with strangers, and only in toilets, or bushes, or in one case, in a cinema, it wasn't until I'd agreed for the first time to go back with some guy to his place that I made my discovery - or, rather, it was shown to me, when we were both naked on his bed, he being probably around 30. He was sitting in the kneeling position while I was on my back with my bum on his thighs, my legs on each side of his body. When he put his hands under me and started to lift I thought it was because he was going to take my cock in his mouth. But he lifted me higher, not even going to lick my balls, which of course he did anyway, but he lifted me right up and so my knees were each side of his head - and then, suddenly, with no warning and with one slurp of his warm, wet tongue on my bum-hole....... he drew the curtain up on Paradise!  Jesus, it took my fuckin' breath away! I'd never felt anything like it - never suspected that there could be anything like it. That's all it took. One stroke of his spitty tongue and I was hooked for the entire rest of my life! When I look back to that time I still feel some degree of regret that it had taken me so long having sex (I can't recall exactly how long, but a significant period of time) while not knowing that there was still this amazing discovery yet to be made.
Needless to say, on this occasion he not only repeated and repeated his master-stroke but I returned the favour to him with no reluctance at all on my part - and, oh, to hear his moans of pleasure while I did it to him gave me such a buzz that that alone was almost as good as it being done to me. In fact I've found, as you yourself surely also have, that it's just about impossible for any guy to have his shithole licked and to remain absolutely silent while receiving it. Those gentle moans of ecstasy just go with the territory, don't they?

Something tells me that I'll be returning to this most beautiful of subjects yet again - after not too long, I suspect.😊