Repeat Performance

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Ok - I did it again. Fed an eater. Stayed in my temporarily reversed role. And I fuckin liked it.

The cocksucker from the other day emailed me a few times wanting to know that he liked it. More than hinting that he wanted it again. I've been in his shoes (or, should I say - on his knees) and understand the want.....the need......the hunger! I also think the huge load I had just put down this throat was only one of a few I needed to lose to reestablish normalcy in my semen-cycle.

I agreed to come by his place again on Friday evening. On the phone, I was completely in 'the role'. Never addressing him by his name....only his 'title'. I never asked, only told/demanded. I learned much from the many many many many many men (x1000) who have fed me over the years. I had been exposed to many different types. I decided to exhibit the one that turned me on the most: the uncaring, distant, 'do it now' feeder.

I arrived at his dark sad basement apartment. Before knocking, I unzipped my suit pants and hauled out my flaccid cock and nuts. Then I knocked. And as I knocked, I started to rise. He opened and welcomed me in. I stayed put. Eventually his eyes traveled downward to see that I was exposed. He offered NO resistance when I put my hand on his shoulder. Right there in the open doorway he was on his knees - his lips to my zipper. I could have cared less if anyone came upon us. Fuck - I didn't live there!

After about 4-5 minutes, I let him get up and then walked into the apartment and shut his door. I stood in his living room and let him feed on my shaft. But I was feeling aggressive. When I looked down and saw he still had an inch to get down him, I slapped the side of his face - HARD. "You're not taking it all, cocksucker!". He moaned so appreciatively. I couldn't help thinking of myself in his position. I swear to g-d, I think that is what kept me hard.

Pulling him down on my dick, I force fed him for awhile. But I wanted a change too. So sitting on his couch, I let my pants fall around my ankles so he could deep throat me while I sat back and watched. Again, I had him lap at my nuts.

When he went to stroke my dick I smacked him away. Told him if he needed to use his hands he wasn't a cocksucker. I also told him that was cheating - and I thought he wanted to work my load out slowly. Stroking me off was only to help him - not ME. He had a dilemma: wanting to suck me for awhile and wanting my load now. He really couldn't have it both ways. He was a fuckin cumpig. Again, something to which I can totally relate.

But I checked my watch and I had to be on the other side of town for a dinner and thought I'd wrap this up. I stood back up and decided to fuck his face. One hand on the back of his head. One hand at this chin, that I ran down to this throat. No mercy.

Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound.

He never missed a beat. I was giving expletives to him. Telling him what a worthless piece of shit he was - on his knees for a virtual stranger. I told him how he should NEVER suck a cock again w/out my permission. Anyone's dick. He had my cell. He had my email. If he wanted another guy's cock- he'd have to ask me first.

Again, I gave no verbal warning to my ejaculation, but it was there. And it was just as big. The difference was, my hand was tighter on his head, but now he had a tight one on this throat. I wanted to feel him gulp. I wanted him to struggle a bit for the load. ....and he did. As I unloaded, I gave him the order: "Start Swallowing!"

Coughing. Gagging. Choking. You've read it here before. For my true calling of being a cocksucker, I know what he was dealing with. I have a big dick. I know I have a big load. And I know how to use it if I really need to. It's just not often.

This time though - and he doesn't know I know it - he missed a drop. Maybe it was just his spit. Maybe it was my semen. It was probably a mixture. But a drop and a string escaped his mouth and dribbled to the rug.

He was still on his knees as I pulled up and secured my own pants. I just walk away - no 'thank you' (hey, I never expect one!). As I'm approaching the door he says, 'I'll see you again!'. I respond, 'we'll see' and slam the door.