Let me begin by saying that this is merely my opinion—my personal preferences. I haven’t had a lot of real life experience, but I was fortunate to meet a man about five years ago who defined, for me, the traits I love in a man who feeds me his cock—a feeder.
The most prominent characteristic is that he just wants his cock sucked. He doesn’t care if it is a man or woman, he just wants to plunge his manhood deep into a mouth until he cums. There is no drama.
He would never consider reciprocation, nor would he fuck another man. If his cock isn’t going into a mouth, it’s going to find a pussy for relief.
He doesn’t get caught up in the minutia of fellatio. So he doesn’t care if you spit or swallow, but the reality is, when he cums he will probably grab the back of your head and drive his cock in as deep into your throat as he can push.
He is indifferent about gagging, and he is likely to ignore the pleas of a cocksucker who is might be struggling with a cock stuck in his throat.
He doesn’t just want a blowjob; he expects his cock to be worshipped. It is imperative that you show him you are grateful for the meal he is about to feed you, or you may not get a second chance. I will gaze admiringly at the beauty of his cock. I will lick his balls. If I am lucky enough to have an uncut cock in my face, I gently massage the shaft and stick my tongue inside his foreskin to play with his glans until it begins to emerge from the safety of its home. Then I take whatever he decides to give me.
This man is real. I won’t waste time calling him sir—he doesn’t care. I am just a vessel, a means to an end. He doesn’t care to become a friend, so the only time I will hear from him is when he needs a cocksucker.
I hope this doesn’t cum across as a negative connotation, for these are words of admiration to the men I love to serve. When I find a feeder like this, my knees grow weak (pun intended), and I am like the moth drawn into the flame—I lose my ability to control my own desires. I will do whatever it takes to worship his cock.
The most prominent characteristic is that he just wants his cock sucked. He doesn’t care if it is a man or woman, he just wants to plunge his manhood deep into a mouth until he cums. There is no drama.
He would never consider reciprocation, nor would he fuck another man. If his cock isn’t going into a mouth, it’s going to find a pussy for relief.
He doesn’t get caught up in the minutia of fellatio. So he doesn’t care if you spit or swallow, but the reality is, when he cums he will probably grab the back of your head and drive his cock in as deep into your throat as he can push.
He is indifferent about gagging, and he is likely to ignore the pleas of a cocksucker who is might be struggling with a cock stuck in his throat.
He doesn’t just want a blowjob; he expects his cock to be worshipped. It is imperative that you show him you are grateful for the meal he is about to feed you, or you may not get a second chance. I will gaze admiringly at the beauty of his cock. I will lick his balls. If I am lucky enough to have an uncut cock in my face, I gently massage the shaft and stick my tongue inside his foreskin to play with his glans until it begins to emerge from the safety of its home. Then I take whatever he decides to give me.
This man is real. I won’t waste time calling him sir—he doesn’t care. I am just a vessel, a means to an end. He doesn’t care to become a friend, so the only time I will hear from him is when he needs a cocksucker.
I hope this doesn’t cum across as a negative connotation, for these are words of admiration to the men I love to serve. When I find a feeder like this, my knees grow weak (pun intended), and I am like the moth drawn into the flame—I lose my ability to control my own desires. I will do whatever it takes to worship his cock.
