anonymous reader sent in the following diatribe: "Ass-fucking,
fist-fucking, asswork-this, asswork-that, that's all you
ever talk about. What about us cocksuckers and ball-lickers?
Are we non-existent? Are we chopped liver, undeserving
of one fraction of the attention that you ass-fuckers/fuckees
don't know what the real statistics are, but I think it
is a safe bet to assume that ALL gay men engage in fellatio
at one time or another. Isn't fellatio the commonest sex
practice among gay men? Why then are you ignoring us altogether?
don't understand it, Jack. Have you never given or received
a blowjob in all your life? Do you find it so abhorrent
that you have never mentioned it once in your column in
all the years that you have been with Gay Chicago? Fellatio
is synonymous with male homosexuality, NOT butt-fucking,
Jack, so please don't keep on ignoring us.
me for not giving you my real name and address because
I cannot relate to someone like you who professes to be
gay and yet puts us, the cocksuckers/suckees, on the back
I immediately searched my complete collection of columns,
only to find that the person was right! That realization
was surprising as Hell. Here then is a column on "How
to Pleasure a Cock."
lay on my stomach, his cock in my mouth, my chest between
his thighs, my fingers brushing his tits. It was worship,
devotion, pleasure: intense, man-on-man sex.
say that cock-sucking is an integral part of male homosexual
activity seems redundant. After all, our detractors are
quick to call us cock-suckers! And we are, but then even
straight men like blow jobs.
There is a lot more to sucking well than simply having
a prick in your mouth. The quick anonymous suck-encounters
that one experiences in parks, adult bookstores, and tea
rooms certainly do the "job". They provide release
and satisfaction, albeit somewhat dangerous and temporary,
to the men who seek their thrills that way. I was never
one who spent much time cruising parks nor have I ever
had sex in a public rest room, though in my early, just-coming-out
days, I did hit the bookstores often.
relationships, and the years have changed all that. I
still go for the quick thrill and the one night stand
on occasion, but real pleasure comes with knowing your
partner and enjoying a full range of well-paced activity.
When you know the man you're playing with, you learn so
many more ways to satisfy him. He'll know your hot buttons
was while I was occupied as described above that I got
the idea for this article. I was literally face to face
with a beautiful cock. My chin was brushing the rather
large testicles that would feed the prick its precious
man juice. The rod itself was engorged with blood, extended
to its maximum and hefty eight inches. It filled my vision,
smooth and straight, gently but powerfully resting in
prick's mushroom-shaped head lay in front of me, shiny
with my spit. Its healthy, flesh-colored glow beckoning
me to worship. I am a cocksucker. This penis is my god.
am naked, prostrate on the altar that this bed has become.
Occasionally, my partner will pinch my tits or caress
my hair, but most of what will happen tonight will be
in praise and pleasure of this man's manhood.
We will end when his cock has raised itself in glorious
orgasm, spewing its life-force all over his torso. His
cock will bring him to what the French call "le petit
mort," the little death, an incredible time when
time stands still and ecstasy consumes the moment.
write too fast. The fleeting moment of ejaculation is
but the end. There is so much more to the fine art of
pleasuring a prick. Let me take you to a knowledge of
one gets to the act of cock-sucking varies among the participants.
For some it is a mutual sixty-nining: each man sucking
the other's cock, mouth to man-root. Others kneel adoringly
before the god who receives without any return. Cock-sucking
is a universal. Wives do it with husbands, men with boy
friends, strangers with each other, slaves with their
masters, fuck-buddies, tricks, johns, queers together.
any case, the best cock-sucking begins away from the cock.
Foot worship, massage, licking, and caressing of arms
and legs are all ways to begin. I prefer to start by rubbing
the feet of my fully clothed partner, slowly disrobing
him as I earn my way to his manhood. It is a slow, deliberate
your mind and your body as you perform your sexual magic.
Be slow and relaxed. He'll feel the sensations in his
limbs all the way to his crotch. They are signals to his
genitals that the sacred rite has begun. If you find yourself
moving too quickly, retreat and begin again.
your boy is moving too quickly, make him start over. It
is your pleasure, the pleasure of your staff that is important.
Let time have no rule in the moment. Let cock command.
Let the god-cock reign.
removed my partner's shoes and socks, massaged his feet,
rubbed his legs, waist, and crotch gently. His pants keep
me from the intimacy I desire, even as they increase the
sensuality of what is happening. I strain to get my hands
under the cloth, next to the flesh I so desire.
partner removes his shirt. I see the line of hair that
leads to the center of my devotion. I lick the hairs that
mark his maturity. I brush his nipples. I know how well
they are connected to his man-root. Our long history of
play has taught me how truthfully his tits are little
cocks. They are buttons that fill his rod with power,
that stiffen it in excitement.
brush my nose across the bulge beneath his pant's zipper.
My lord I seek you. I desire you. I worship you.
very much of good cock-sucking is rooted (excuse the pun)
in the mind. Attitude counts as much here, perhaps even
more, as technique. Use your imagination to see yourself
giving satisfaction, giving devotion. Allow yourself to
surrender to the beauty, the power, the manliness of prick.
See it as knowing, as life-giving, joy-inducing, as divine.
My partner loosens his belt buckle. I lift my head, seeking,
lusting for the head that will command me. I nuzzle into
his crotch hair, silently pleading for my cock-master
to let me view him. He signals for me to remove his pants.
Now he is as naked as I. Each of us will worship his cock
in our own way.
move closer to his penis. I stare at its ooze of pre-cum.
The odor of his masculinity reaches my nose. I inhale
it happily, savoring its aroma, letting the breath of
it fill my lungs, my body. I am his cock-slave.
East coast wisdom warns us never to put a cock in our
mouth without first covering it with a condom. West coast
safe-sex guidelines are more liberal and dispense with
the need for a latex sheath during cock-sucking. I will
usually suck a naked cock, but always rinse it with my
spit as I do. The lube from my mouth makes sucking and
swallowing easier and kills (I think) many of the germs
that I need fear. In any case consult your physician for
the guidelines you feel you need to follow.
hold my head in front of the head I will savor. My partner
lets me pause there, makes me pause there. I long to bathe
that prick with my tongue, to swallow its fleshy power.
Instead, knowing that patience and slow speed are our
allies, he sends me back to his feet.
obey the commands of my cock-master, for his pleasure
is my delight. Once again, my tongue massages his toes,
his soles, his ankles. It is a steady process, the prize
getting near with each lick.
mouth nears his upper thighs. I circle his staff with
my tongue. I nuzzle into the crotch hairs on either side
of his testicles. I kiss his balls.
kiss them gently, quietly, slowly. My lips are tender
and dry. It is a moment of deep respect, silent praise,
and pleading to come nearer.
He opens his legs and I lick under his testicles, my tongue
straining to taste his ass opening, the musk of his anus.
I know, too, that here is the root of his root. There
is more cock to please than what we see. The shaft is
sensitive and responsive behind the testicles as well
as in front.
nuts lie on my nose as I use my tongue to clean and excite
my partner. I lift his ball sac with my face, jostling
his sperm-makers gently. I want to make his gonads boil
his part my partner strokes his own man-meat. His rituals
are different than mine, but his worship the same. Sometimes,
after the passion and the play has ended, we share the
meaning, the feelings, the insights that our sex rites
give us. He's never told me his thoughts during these
moments of cock-worship, but I do know how I feel when
a slave sucks me.
I'm the top, my focus moves to my prick as I stroke it
slowly, squeezing its thickness, pulling on its smooth
power. I ooze pre-cum and use it to lubricate my dick
head. I pinch the flab of skin where my foreskin used
to be, just under my cock's head, on the bottom side of
lift my hips slightly, letting the boy nuzzle the prick
behind my balls. I squeeze his head with my thighs. I
see my cock stand straight in my fist. Every ounce of
me strains to pour itself into the pleasure center that
I have become. I call the gods of the universe to see
this god come alive, to take pleasure in seeing my cock's
pleasure. I, the cock-master, become the cock's slave
as well, as I worship my own rod. It is so much me and
sometimes so much other...
lie back and let my slave's devotion continue. I remind
him to play with my tits, to lick my nuts. We are one
in this cock-sucking.
though, I am worshipper. My partner wants me to focus
on his tits. I obey and raise my body so that I can please
them. I will suck them, in much the same way I suck his
rod. I will draw them, one at a time (oh for another mouth
to do both at once!) into my mouth. I will caress them
with my tongue.
will squeeze them between my thumbs and fore-fingers,
rolling them carefully. I will lightly pinch them between
my finger nails, careful not to exceed his pleasure thresholds,
careful not to be too light either. I rub my abdomen on
his cock. I dedicate all of my body to his pleasure. I
align my legs with his, rub his feet with mine. He pushes
my head towards his crotch, a silent and welcome command
to engorge myself on his man-root.
begin our ritual of tongue bathing his penis. I lick from
the base upwards in broad slow strokes. I cannot go too
slowly here. I savor each centimeter of man-root. When
my tongue reaches the ridge of his cock-head I retreat
back to the base and retrace my path.
am careful to move from side to side. I strain to lick
every cell on the skin of his shaft. My licking changes
to kissing, my kissing to sucking, my sucking to ever
so gently gumming, pulling what looseness of flesh I can
trace the edge of his cock-crown with my tongue, paying
attention to rim it in slow short strokes. I cuddle his
cock-head in my mouth, explore his piss slit. I crave
his fluids, the taste of pre-cum only a hint of his life-giving
want him to piss, but he won't, not now, not when he is
this excited. I will assuage my thirst for him by obedience.
His pleasure, his will are my only desires.
idea is to combine all sorts of mouth and body movements
with actions of mind and spirit. Slow, practiced variety
gives the best pleasure. My reward will be to enclose
the cock-head with my mouth, to hold my god.
partner moves his legs together. I part my legs so to
kneel astride him. His knees can play with my balls and
cock, teasing them, knocking them, giving them pain or
pleasure as he pleases. I am surrendered to him. All that
matters is the god-cock and his two tits.
do my best to remember to use my whole self in this pleasuring.
It's easy enough to use one's finger, mouth, tongue. I
try to include my legs, my chest, my chin.
man with the cock I adore pinches my tits roughly, squeezing
them between his finger nails, twisting pain into their
tenderness. I groan.
is part of the pleasuring as well. I see the pain in my
mind's eye. I sense the pleasure in my own cock. I visualize
both as I mentally offer them to my cock-master. They
are gifts from slave to cock-god. I imagine the feelings
as light, as power, as electricity, as they move from
me to him.
energy touches him, excites him. He receives my gift of
power, my surrender of self to him. Let him take what
he wishes: my tits, my cock, my balls, my being. I am
a cock-sucker and need nothing but prick to control me
in this moment.
has shown me the practical wisdom of Eastern thought.
There are energy centers throughout our bodies and as
I suck and lick I visualize my centers opening and joining
with those of my partner. I send my energies to him. I
open myself to receive his.
pause above the prick I worship. My lips encircle its
head. My tongue rubs the cock slit, circumvents the ridge
of the crown. A hand pushes me down onto the holy shaft.
boy," I am commanded.
take a breath and slowly descend onto the cock, opening
my throat to receive its length. I pause at its base until
my body revolts in its need for air. I raise my head,
pulling the cock with me, until I reach the crown. Again
and again, I repeat the action. I bob up and down as I
fuck my face.
suck. To do so is my delight. But it is more than that.
As I suck, I caress the cock with my tongue, play with
his tits with my fingers, direct my being to his pleasure,
send my energy to bathe him, excite him, please him.
am filled with a silent chant of praise, of adoration,
My partner is cut so there is no opportunity to play with
a foreskin. When an uncut man (a rare and happy find)
lies in front of me, there are special movements for him.
Suck the skin, nibbling gently, pulling it over his cock
head. Slip your tongue into the puckered folds. Suck the
skin into your mouth, licking between the head and the
foreskin that surrounds it, or gently spread the hood
with your fingers, caressing with tongue or finger the
cock head within.
your movements slow and deliberate. Less is often more:
tiny licks, gentle kisses, soft breaths. Alternate mouth
with hand, sucking cock with sucking nuts. Sit astride
the prick and rub your ass hairs over it. Tempt your ass
with his shaft as you tempt his shaft with your ass. Use
your butt cheeks to squeeze the rod, to massage it, to
give it pleasure.
with his tits, nuzzle his armpits, his crotch, the tender
spots on his upper thighs, behind his ears, behind his
knees. Always return to pleasure his man-root. Remember
that he is more than a cock, that the rest of his body
is filled with zones that will stimulate his cock, even
as you give pleasure to the other parts of him.
rush to bring him to orgasm. Instead listen to his body's
signals. Is he breathing fast, thrusting his hips forward,
groaning? Keep him on the edge of ecstasy as long as you
can. Let him float in bliss.
you are in control of the situation, make time for "breaks".
Let your worshipper come up for air, rest from the sucking
in short bits, to return to the task in a relaxed but
dedicated frame of mind.
comes a time, of course, when all things must come to
an end. Happily, this ending will be well worth it. Let
your cock-slave know where and how you want him to be
when you shoot. My partner has me mount myself astride
his hips. I play with his tits, while he strokes both
of our rods to ecstasy.
You may wish him to lick you in a special area, to stroke
you to climax, or to fuck him. I prefer to come while
being rimmed, spewing my jism across my boy's chest. Some
masters want there to be simultaneous orgasms, others
don't want their slaves to come at all.
the sacred moment comes, your cock will prove that it
has a head (and a will) of its own. There's no need for
instruction here, except of course to remind you to enjoy
the bottom role, continue to stimulate your partner as
he shoots, making the touching more delicate if necessary.
Imagine the orgasm as being energetic as well as physical
and emotional. Unite your energy to that of the cock you
his climax has passed, let your man rest and enjoy the
"glow". Don't rush to disturb the feelings,
let them flood him without being bothered, until he stirs
and bids you to his command. Be helpful in cleaning up,
in drying him, in helping him to come down.
is so much the basis of good sex, and of good cock-sucking.
I remember a particularly good orgasm recently, with a
hot young man in his early twenties. When the sucking
was done and I lay there with his white jism on my hairy
stomach, he apologized for having gotten me "dirty".
is the bane of our culture: that sex is dirty, evil, meant
to bring shame and guilt. Such are the lies that we live
with, such are the lies that leather men must confront
have to face them in our own selves as well. What we think
about dicks, sex, sperm, our bodies is deeply rooted in
who we are. Be clear on the beauty of your manhood, and
cock-sucking will be the joy it was created to be.
the act as giving, sharing, clean, wholesome, beneficial,
even, if you will, holy, sacred, divine. Such positive
attitudes will do a great deal more than any techniques
you'll ever be taught.
activity is uniquely personal from man to man. Techniques
vary, desires are diverse. Take time to learn your body,
the bodies of the men with whom you play.
this article to your favorite sex partner and experiment
with its instructions. Be free to discuss what appeals
to you and what does not. Share with him the source of
your desire, the assumptions about sex, safety, pleasure,
and service that make you tick.
haven't used the admonition enough: "Have fun."
There's no right way, no wrong way to please a prick.
Learn what works and what doesn't and enjoy. After all,
pleasure is really what cocks are all about.
a great week practicing. I wish I could show you in person
what a great gift a cock can be. Short of that, show your
friend what a great cock-sucker you can be. We'll all
be better off if you do.
1999 by Jack Rinella. This material may not be copied in
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