Feel the heat of the blood, know that it’s now pouring into the chambers forcing the little worm into a hard spear, pulsing, demanding more and greater service. For the milk of a man’s life is the salvation of another. Gay sex A bit back and the secret is revealed, this is a cock that feeds, doesn’t squirt or shoot but like honey squeezed from a container, the cum oozes out in a river, a steady flow of what could be more men but are being sacrificed for one man, for his pleasure, for his enjoyment his feeding. The tongue needs to be almost divided to work both the top and bottom, the head has made an escape but massage and the delicate pressure that allows little things to grow, they must be increased. In white, viscous waves it says I love you, here is my life, take it, drink it continue our love.And then there is silence while the smells of men, the essence of men pervades the room. It’s half cut, typical of the mid twentieth century and what it wants is to be pursued, caught, taken into the warm, humid lair that is the mouth.
