An act of friendship

Just making sure the pisser doesn't splash on his shoes - and the smile says that he appreciates what's being done for him.

They must have had a suggestion to "Drop 'em".

And a fine sight the result is too. I think the two at each end quite cute, looking very much like brothers, something I personally find gives a group pic - or just a two-some - an added 'something'. If I could choose just a couple of them to suck off my choice is made. 

Indian curry-hot.

I've never made a secret of my lusting after good-looking Indian men, and here's a beauty who gets me tingling in all the right - and 'naughty' - places. I could just eat him up, every last fuckin' morsel of him. But before getting to that I'd wanna give him an all-over sloppy licking, every square millimeter, every fold, crease and hole (hairy or not), of his appetising body.

In a previous posting I've wondered about the origin of this particular strong feeling of mine towards Indian men (at least before they become big-bellied in middle age or later, as so any are prone to do, though it's not peculiar only to Indian men of course) a passion which is different and deeper in nature than for any other  nationality. Though I have neither memory or evidence of it I've suggested in a previous post that it just may be that because I've also had, uniquely in my family, a lifelong fetish in a certain direction, it could have been that when a baby I was sexually 'abused' (?) by a certain young male servant my family had. Being of European extraction, the family used to have a small retinue of Indian servants (this was prior to Indian independence in 1947) and there exists or existed a very old photograph, long since lost, of about half a dozen servants which my family employed - all female, I think, apart from this one sheepish-looking young lad (maybe of 15 or so?) looking at the ground as though not wanting to be photographed, while the others, all looking straight ahead, were either smiling or trying to smile. I remember being told that he, the boy, (and maybe some or all of the women too) were 'dalit' or 'untouchables' i.e. from the lowest class of Hindus. That mattered to my family not one bit, but what was striking about this photo, although it's many decades since I last saw it, was although being black and white (and rather faded at the time) was that this young man was wearing the very clothes I've had such a fetish for for my entire life - which was to be the critical reason for my becoming, after much persuasion, a Boy Scout in a disastrously doomed attempt, in the forlorn hope that by immersing myself in having to wear such a uniform, I might finally rid myself of this attraction which was having such an obsessive grip on my mind - with the result that you all know of, namely of solidifying, consolidating and making permanent this particular and rare (though not unique) fetish of mine. Anyway, this young man in the photo is dressed in the manner which was pretty much standard for most working-class males in India at this time, and indeed through much of the inter-tropics world - and is still seen there - 
 - though in the photo the lad's shirt is hanging loose outside the waist of his shorts. 
It's only a thought and an attempt to rationalise how I got where I did with my feelings. I may be entirely mistaken, of course, in which case I humbly apologise to the young man's memory (if he's still alive he must be around 90 by now) but if he ever did abuse me, he being the only male outside my family with whom I would have been close to, it could well explain why my being gay has been so indelibly linked with a fetish which is/was certainly not shared by any other member of my family, my brothers or my father. That's my theory, anyway. There must be some explanation for it - and it's the only possibility I can come up with,

So enough of that for now. Let's return to the thought of just enjoying the delicious taste of Indian men. Mmmmmm! 

Re-posting from 2011 - Scouts not allowed to wear underpants

I'd completely forgotten about posting this all those years ago. I thought it might be interesting to re-post it now and see if there's any reaction.

Why was our Boy Scout Troop forbidden to wear underpants under our shorts?

I don't know how many of you were in the Boy Scouts, but my brief membership had a profound effect on my life which has lasted to this day.
We didn't question the rule that underpants were NOT to be worn under our shorts because that was also the case during our P.E. classes where, if the gym master suspected that we were wearing anything under our black gym shorts, we'd hear something like the following exchange:-

"You boy! Have you got anything on under your shorts?"
" N-n-n-o, Sir."
"Come here! Let's see."

The boy would then apprehensively approach and stand nervously while the sadistic master pulled out the elasticated shorts waistband, peer down, and then, invariably and sadistically let it snap back painfully onto the boy's body. We'd always hear the boy's "Ooooo-yah!" or "Ouch!" while the rest of the class would try to hide their sniggers. This ritual was quite funny for us other boys witnessing the scene, but for the 'victim' it was a brief moment of sharp pain, as well as being humiliating. It happened to me just the once, but that was enough to know how it felt. (To be fair to the gym master himself, nasty bugger though he was, he always pulled the boy's shorts out on the side before looking down - never, as far as I know, either front or back.) The punishment if ever a boy was found to be wearing underpants was, after removing them, being made to take off one of his gym shoes, made to lie stomach down over the vaulting horse, his shorts then pulled down, and then given six sharp, severe slaps on his bare backside with his shoe. I saw it done only twice in all my years at school, but that punishment was so humiliating in front of all the class, even without the pain, that one had to wonder why a boy would ever chance being caught. It was far less humiliating to remove the underpants before the gym class started so you wouldn't have to face the possibility of this happening.

Anyway, that's all leading up to my saying that, as we saw scouting, like P.E., as essentially to do with physical activities, as far as I know no questions were asked about this odd requirement at the time. It was only later that I found that the 'no underpants' rule in our Scout troop was not only unusual, it was practically unknown elsewhere [though see comment from Anon below]. If I'd known about this before joining it might have saved me a lot of anguish as it turned out that this practice was to contribute to an excruciating sexual humiliation for me during Scout camp, at the vulnerable and impressionable age of 12 - and which may not have happened at all if underpants had been worn. Details of what happened will have to wait until a future blog (later insertion: and now has done). Actually it'll cover a number of them as the details of that fateful Summer camp will take some time to tell, and it would be unfair if any readers of my blog were not to be told ALL the details, painful as it is to me to relate it.

Now after many years of discreet enquiries and research, and failing to find any other scout troops which had this 'no underpants' rule I'd come to the conclusion that it must have been pretty well unique to my own Troop [NO. Not so!] which was, incidentally, run by Catholic priests. One can make an assumption about the reason for this rule, after the secret activities of a significant number of priests have now been opened up to the world, that this  was applied for their own shameful, randy purposes. But again to be fair, I never ever heard of any of these sorts of goings-on at any time when I was a pupil, though one can argue that if things actually were happening, would it have been widely known anyway?

I never heard of any scouts defying the rule, or even questioning it. What I do recall is a group of them, among the smutty laughs of boys their age, saying that you have to avoid farting as this will give rise to 'skid marks' inside the shorts. In fact they would sometimes laughingly refer to their khaki shorts as 'cacky shorts' - in the same way that Americans pronounce the 'k' word, with a short 'a'. (In colloquial English, 'cack' is another word for 'shit').
Not wearing shorts did have one advantage, though. When a scout had a piss, instead of undoing the fly-buttons and then re-doing them up afterwards, he could just lift up the shorts leg and piss out from under it. This also lessened the chance of getting the shorts wet. Because of their light colour, any drops not properly shaken off would soak through the drill material and show up clearly on the outer surface of the shorts, causing amusement and teasing from other scouts, and huge embarrassment to the victim.

Now, right up to date. Only quite recently, someone contacted me by e-mail, having seen one of my previous postings on this topic on another site, and he assures me that the 'no underpants' rule was certainly not unique to my Scout Troop.  Not common, true. but far from unknown. This is very interesting indeed, and comes as quite a revelation after so many years. (I've recently heard of quite a number of countries where this practice is occasionally found).

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Is this scout above wearing anything under his shorts? If you've seen this video (one of my favourites, quite a vintage one) you'll have found out, after he's caught when trying to steal something from behind the fisher's back and, wrestled to the ground, he's forced to suck the man's cock. So humiliating for the lad - but serves him right! 😉

And finally, as an afterthought, I must remind you of Scout Law 10 which Lord Baden Powell himself (a man to whom we'd only be worthy enough to offer our tongues to use as his toilet paper), in his infinite wisdom, belatedly added to the already existing laws, namely that "A boy scout is pure in thought, word and deed" - So beware! 😁😁😁 
Hah! Now tell that to the four senior scouts who took away my 'innocence' at the tender age of 12 just for their own amusement and with no regard at all for the indelible mental scars they were inflicting, wrapping me for eternity in an inescapable web of fetishes, thereby pointing me on a road to complete corruption, too enticing for me to resist, and instigating my subsequent lifelong, insatiable craving for cock,  cock.......and yet more cock. 

And as a further afterthought, it's often been said that if Lord B-P. had had any serious inkling about what goes on in those scout tents after dark, either by torchlight under covers or without, he'd wish to God that he'd never started the Scout Movement. But what did he expect with all those boys in their adolescence with growth hormones starting to race around their young bodies, and they exploring and experimenting with their own, as well as being just as curious about the bodies of other boys? It wouldn't have needed much imagination, would it? 😄

  

Helped towards being buggered.

Looks like whoever took the pic has asked that they show the action to the camera. I also get the feeling that the guy carried with cock inside him is going to end up having had more than that one cock up there - and likely as not he'll still not be satisfied.

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.😊

Identical twins, identical grins.

They'd make perfect human book-ends dont'cha think? Just imagine a miniature of them at each end of a shelf, with a mini-you as the books in between, one with his cock thrust down yer throat like a garage petrol-pump nozzle giving you a fill-up, the other with his cock rammed to the hilt up yer bum like a sword at home in its scabbard. And when they start their pumping motion it's gotta be in unison with their ins and outs co-ordinated like a concertina, otherwise there's not the required friction. But nice, eh?

Don't it make you wanna lick yer lips?.

............'cos I sure as shit wanna lick his! 😋

The MALE- train has arrived.

"ALL ABOARD!!! - Plenty of room at the back!"

"Pardon me, boys. Is this the All-Men's Fucking choo-choo?" 
"Yeah, track sixty-nine.......say, d'you wanna nob spit-shine?"
........"There's gonna be a cock-fun party at the station. Men will sit on yer face - with cum all over the place"

Indian grandaddy sucked by his own daddy-son.

Isn't this comforting to see?  Old father and son have nothing to hide from each other, the younger man feeling it's a privilege to pleasure his father in return for giving him precious life. Not too much to expect, is it? And this is by no means the first time they've done this, sometimes with the father sucking off his own offspring. The older man very much hopes his son will, as he's done before, receive his hot cum spurts into his mouth and swallow it all down, a favour which he likes to think his now adult grandson would similarly also allow to the father who's currently sucking him off. It really does give grandaddy tremendous satisfaction to deliver to his own grown boy a generous helping of the very jizz which created him. I honestly do not believe there could be a kinder thought. You too? 

Startling resemblance to a much younger me when I was fanciable (by some).

On my first seeing this I got a mighty shock, this guy looking so much like I did in my, say, early 30s, with the one sole difference being that his beard is very clearly brown whereas mine had always looked black (until, that is, it started going grey, and then white). In fact, apart from that it's so unnerving that I've been wondering if the colours in the photo have changed over time, and that this really was me. However, I don't recognise the settee nor the wall. It would have had to be a photo taken which I've forgotten about, taken by a guy I can't remember, and in a situation I can't recall - probably some one-night stand - like in Amsterdam, perhaps? where I had a few instances of getting so pissed on Jenevers that I woke up the next morning in unfamiliar surroundings with a throbbing hungover blur, having slept with a guy I hadn't realised I'd gone back to his home with - or, just as bad, not the same one which I  thought I'd scored with. (The antics, if any, which we'd got up to during the night were beyond recollection) No, but seriously, I don't genuinely think that this can have been me, though now when I look at the pic  I still have to do a double-take. Even our cocks are about the same size, not especially big but more than adequately fulfilling its function as a 'pleasure tool!' (Joy-stick?) I make no comment on the respective size of our balls - except to say that I wish mine looked this large 😀. 
Quite amazing - as well as rather spooky!

Lots of touchy-feely going on here.

There's nothing quite like bringing men together as their having fellow-feeling for each other, is there? 😄

Incredibly beautiful camera capture of double-suck.

Even if the guy on right looks a little younger than I might have liked to see, you can't deny that this is a most beautifully caught moment of exquisite pleasure between two males - undoubtedly one of the very best I've ever seen of this supremely  likeable and friendly activity. 
I would like so much to view more of this cameraman's work, like a close-up of a cock in the act of cumming onto a bearded man's tongue, or a line of several men forming a 'train' with their cocks rammed up the next guy's shithole........I could go one but if I'm not careful I'm gonna shoot hot cream onto my green cargo shorts in a sec or two, and then I'd have to take 'em off to lick 'em clean and then debate whether to put 'em in the wash or just leave it to get crusty, thinking it's just too bad if anyone notices.😊

Hope you enjoy looking at pic above as much as I do. See if you can avoid getting a stiffie. Bet'cha you can't!   

For his 16th birthday his father takes him to.....

........an all-male orgy where he lets his son watch him get spit-roasted as an introduction to seeing what grown men do - "perfectly normal, adult mens' behaviour" as the father had described it, his stiffened, hooded cock leaking out pre-cum in his excitement as copiously as if it was proper spunk (which was soon to follow), with his stimulated titties standing out stiff and hard like heavy duty nails. 

His son had been given no idea where he was being taken that birthday morning. "Just trust me!" was all his dad would say when asked. They arrived at the old disused warehouse and, on being greeted at the entrance by a moustached guy in full leathers, his father led him to a room where there were rows of clothes lockers. To the boy's surprise his father started stripping off his shirt and vest, letting his Wranglers slide down his hairy legs, so that in about three seconds he was standing beside his son stark bollock-naked. The boy had never seen his dad naked before and hardly knew where to look, though out of the corner of his eye  he couldn't help noticing that below the smudge of a dark bush his father's cock was semi-engorged.  "Hurry up and get undressed" was the instruction, followed by another "Trust me!" He felt as if he was in a dream, but slowly obeyed.  His father gently helped him off with his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt, the son now couldn't help noticing that his dad's cock was now at half-mast.  Then the older one let his son's camo pants fall and gently pulled down his undies. It had been when his son was wearing those same camo pants, standing talking to him one day with both hands casually thrust deep into his back pockets, that his dad had thought "Fuck me! My kid's nearly a man!" - and then determined to help him over that tricky bridge into adulthood. (He'd assumed, correctly as it turned out, that his son was still awaiting his 'first time').   
The father had never seen his son fully naked before either, at least not since he was a new-born baby, and since then not from the front. (His wife had run off with another man, which suited him just fine). A couple of years previously, when he was trying to have an afternoon nap, he'd heard heavy but soft breathing coming from his son's bedroom next to his, coupled with a softer, rhythmic rubbing and swishing motion. Of course he guessed what it was but couldn't help himself quietly opening his own bedroom door and, when he noticed that his son's door hadn't been tightly locked but was ever so slightly ajar so that he could push it wider just by a couple of inches......and there, reflected in a mirror was his standing son's naked back all the way down to his thighs, with an elbow thrusting back and forth in front of him. The breathing grew heavier, though still subdued. the arm movements more rapid - until, with a restrained "gasp!" the muscles of his son's compact and exposed bum visibly tightened, with his entire body stiffening momentarily like a statue, and then loosening with a couple of breaths heavier and louder than before, this time with a discernibly audible relief. The father couldn't see where his boy had shot his cum but soon had his curiosity satisfied when the lad brought his hand up to his face - and then, lick, lick, licked it, like a cat lapping up its milk! The older one smiled to himself and as silently as he could, crept back to his own bedroom, lay on his back on the bed, finding his own cock now hard as a stone pipe. and started stroking himself. Man, he sure as shit had brought his boy up well to fully appreciate the precious value of his own spunk! That had been the sole occasion when he'd seen his son completely undressed, and now it was the first time he'd also been able to see his naked front side. 

Now back in the warehouse, both of them buck-naked, the elder with balls hanging loose and swinging below a cock now resolutely pointing forward, his apprehensive offspring with balls drawn up tight under his body below his own still defiantly shrunken cock. The father felt a surge of pride as he mused that here he was gently guiding the fruit of his very own loins, the same seed which grew into his boy now stored in the the hairy ball-sac dangling between his furry thighs.  He led his son through a door to a large former storeroom where, to the boy's eye-popping astonishment, they were greeted with the sight of dozens of men, mostly entirely naked, fucking and sucking the living daylights out of each other, with continuous sounds of slurping, sucking, slapping, thumping abounding - plus moans, moans and more moans. "What d'you think?" asked the father, smiling with satisfaction as he looked down his son's body to see his former nervously curled-up cock rapidly unfurling. "JESUS FUCKIN' CHRRRRRRRIST!" came the lad's expressive and unambiguous reply. The father laughed and gave his son, now visibly getting excited, a thumbs-up sign. The youngster had used his dad's own favourite and frequently used exclamation of surprise, especially when he'd got himself pissed and the two of them were watching T.V. together, but the boy had never dared use it himself, most of all in front of his own dad - but now there'd never be a more appropriate time. 
The father then went over to a guy wearing leather chaps but with his arse exposed, who seemed to be running the show and murmured something to him, pointing back at his son whose cock was now pointing ceiling-wards. The 'boss' smiled and went over to the young fella, put his arm around his shoulder, and reassuringly told him that he need do no more than to watch his dad, a man who was already being surrounded by a jostling busy crowd of hard cock-exposed fellas. Then he lay down on the floor in the 'doggie'  position and with no pause in the action one guy pushed his cock into his father's face and another mounted him from behind, ramming his cock right into the warm, welcoming shithole with hardly any resistance, calling the lad over to watch at close quarters..............which is exactly the situation they'd reached as illustrated in the drawing at top.

When the father had been well and truly fucked several times by randy, eager men at both ends he suggested to his gawping son that this was as good a time as any to get himself initiated into the practice - and frankly, what better way could there have been to celebrate his natural transition from boy into true manhood, as well as such a spectacular way to ditch the virginity which he'd grown so tired of? - and with the encouragement, assistance and perhaps even with the active participation of his very own father, who could ask for more?  Now he was to become a real man!😄 

Show-offs.

Four cheerful young chaps happy to expose themselves to censure by demonstrating what true 'showmanship' really means. 

If anyone doesn't like what they see, too bad! They'll just have to grin and bare it, In actual fact, one woman, complaining to the cops, when asked to describe the young flashers running around stark naked, replied "Well I didn't really see their faces. They were all hooded" 😄

Be sensible and stay safe, all you cock-worshippers out there, wherever you are.

Triple helping of double-sucking.

So neat, so comfortable, so.......natural! It's almost as though the male body was specially designed for this supremely satisfying activity - moreso than M/F or F/F.  Men's bodies just fit together perfectly for this, don't they? 

In a previous post I've already written how, after having been 'directed' to public shithouses  looking for a scribbled notice that I was a 'homo', as was threatened during my forced 'initiation' into gay sex, I became aware of certain activities I hadn't known about from the graffiti and drawings found in those places, double-sucking being one which particularly caught my attention and intrigued me. Before I saw it depicted on the wall there, even though by then I'd experienced both sucking and being sucked, this act of 69 had never occurred to me. But once it had I began wanting to try it so much it consumed me. All my sex up to that point had been actually either in shithouses, once in a cinema and maybe a couple of times in park bushes, but up to then I'd never actually been in bed, naked with another man. So it was only a matter of short time when I was invited back to a guy's place and, once we'd stripped off and started the touching, exploring, licking and sucking, it was me, my young, relatively little experienced self, who was the one who got into the double-suck position, probably a little to the other guy's surprise at my forwardness - but I just had to try it - and, boy, was it good! - and it's remained one of my favourite of all activities ever since that first time.

So, when current wretched virus dangers are over and it's safe to forget about social distancing, why not celebrate our good fortune at being male by actually performing the double-suck at every available opportunity - and suck each other's cock fuckin' RAW, okay? 😀

Wouldn'cha like to give him spitty all-over licks?

Such a fine specimen of maleness! - the colour of a coffee with just a drop of milk in it. All shiny - and muscle-y, certainly, but nowhere near pumped up to parody level like some guys get. And such an enviably flat stomach as well, with a belly-button which invites a wash-out with my tongue as rag. Come over here and plonk your nut-brown bum directly onto my face, and let me fockin' lick you shitless, you hunky beauty!

The spirit of my tongue urges me to don pith helmet and k.d. so eager it is to embark on a safari-type exploration of his body, searching out every fold, crevice, cleft and hole - plus any bush or 'forest' it may find. If I get a sense of his receiving pleasure when passing over any particular location I'll linger there for just as long as he wants.
After making a full and comprehensive survey of his physical attributes, as a climax I'll attend to his 'liquorice stick' - licking, sucking and nibbling gently on the raspberry pink nob-end of it, in the hope that it may coax out a gush of his warm, thick, white cream (from wherever it is he keeps it). What a fine crowning success to my safari expedition that would be! 😋

Am I pervy getting kick from seeing brothers having cock fun together?

These three, or certainly the two on the right, have uncannily similar features, though I'm sure we would have been told if they had been closely related - or related at all - so I assume that they're not (right?) If they'd turned out to be triplets then my satisfaction would be complete! The mere thought of two (or more) adult brothers stark bollock-naked together and engaging in no-holds-barred intimate touching, and a lot more, just gives me stirrings and twitchings 'down below' which I feel society tells me to be disgusted at but somehow feel no revulsion at all - as long as they are consensual acts between mature males I see no problem in the least. That it's called 'incest' is, I suppose, meant for us to throw our hands up in horror - and particularly for those of us who've had a strict religious upbringing, it being grievously 'sinful' in the extreme.  If you ask me ,it's more than high time that people kept their noses out of harmless activities between consenting adults which have no deleterious effects either individually or on society as a whole - though, of course, they would argue that it does do just that, so we've all got to go along with what they think!  To which I can only say - Piss, shit, fuck, ballocks and cock - lots of it!
My rant is over (for now) - and yet despite all that, the above pic may, in the end, not be one of actual brothers playing with each other after all. Oh well! Can't win 'em all! 😄     

Highlly suckable young Indian.

Pretty as a picture, even allowing for my particular partiality to Indian men (probably connected to my own origins and personal fetishes), but this young fella is truly stunning to me and fully deserves to be fockin' worshipped. And look at that precious Desi spunk he's freshly shot out from his purple nobhead in the second pic. If only I was there I'd make sure it wouldn't be wasted - and he'd have no cleaning up to do. Could lie with him in my arms for fockin' hours - not necessarily doing anything - we'd have done all that before! 😊

Don'tcha wanna bury your face real deeeeeeeep into this?

I could never resist getting my face and tongue stuck in as far as possible if presented in real life with anything like this. The mere actual sight of it makes me quiver with the expectation of the pleasure to come. And I've yet to meet a man who doesn't like it done to them, though for some unaccountable reason they can be less keen to do it to me. Disappointing when it happens (or rather doesn't happen!) but I've managed to live with it as I get almost as much sheer enjoyment hearing them moan in ecstasy when my tongue works on them.  ("Ohhhhhh! Don't stop - Please DON'T Stop!" ) 😁 

One of my favourite types of video are medical examinations when a 'doctor' has his 'client' get on all fours, 'doggy style', so he can insert a thermometer up his bum, his plums hanging loose like ripe fruit.

Often the 'doc' will, while he's waiting for the thermometer to register the temp, will gently stroke or caress the guy's balls or - justified as a 'distraction' technique to alleviate any discomfort he might be feeling from having a foreign object up him - he'll pump the guy's hanging cock up and down just like he was milking a cow, often making him 'semi' or even more. When I see this sometimes it takes all my self-control to prevent myself from cumming without even touching myself - and sometimes I fail.

I like those moments when the 'doc' overreaches himself and succumbs to temptation (purely as a 'professional', of course!) and maybe strips off - but even when he doesn't do that he can't resist giving the exposed shithole a long, deep, spitty

lick - and who can blame him? Anyway, it's all part of the 'treatment', ain't it? 😊