The process of lust. The chase.  The seduction. Of a man.

There is something so delicious in the satisfaction of bringing a man - any man - to his very base, his animal root. And by so simple a means. And by so thorough a method! Such tingling inevitability! We go out together.  We converse, I gaze into your eyes with clearest attention.  But each and every so often, I make mention of something inevitable.  The fact that your dick is going to get sucked.  It kind of casts a distracted light on the whole evening, doesn't it?  Knowing, talking to me, looking into my eyes.  Knowing what is coming.  

So maybe you've had a blowjob before.  Maybe a really good one, but probably not a really *good one! Not one that starts so sloowly.. over dinner.. before Ihave even touched you... the blowjob starts in your mind, yours and mine.  And builds.  Builds its strength as your body prepares itself, knowing full well.  Your pants are so tight when I invite you up to my room.  

Such wonderful things can happen. And OHH you have no idea the kind of slippery wet tight kiss, the licking loving lust, and that sticky tingling twinging pang, your point of no return.

 The young man sits on the corner of my bed, gazing into my eyes... gasping...for my unblinking eyes, and the fact that for each pump of his body, I simply swallow.