He arrived alone in the evening. Sitting in the corner of the gay bar. He looked like a dangerously handsome man with a clever sly smile, a broken past and a dark presence. He was tall and strong with a frame that begged to be worshipped. I wanted to know him, to feel his tight warm skin beneath my fingertips and his hardness against my tongue. I wanted to honor him with my mouth, to worship him and to give pleasure that he had never experienced before.
It was time to explore the art of cockworship, of going down on Logan. He was my willing sacrifice, my willing yielding to the forbidden, and I loved every second of it.
Table of Contents
- 1. Preparing for the Encounter: Readying the Mind, Body and Soul
- 2. The Sensuous Experience: Worshiping Every Inch of Logan’s Cock
- 3. Letting Go: Surrender to the Ecstasy of the Experience
- 4. Experiencing the Afterglow: Orgasmic Bliss with Logan
- Future Outlook
1. Preparing for the Encounter: Readying the Mind, Body and Soul
The Teasing:
Logan was in my bed, eyes closed, basking in the ritual of anticipation casually with his body slightly arched. His tight, toned body was an offering. I was more than willing to oblige. I slid my hands around his body, gently gliding my fingertips along his chest. His body was so inviting, I kept going, down his sides, then further down his legs bringing my face dangerously close. His eyes fluttered gently as I pressed my face against his curve of his thigh. His moan was all I needed to hear.
The Show:
Moving slowly upwards, I pressed my head against his inner thigh and flicked my tongue across his sac. He shivered in anticipation, knowing what was next – the main event. I tilted his pelvis up so that his engorged cock pointed upward towards me. His shaft responded to my tonguing, the taste of him irresistible. His moans filled the air as I flicked my tongue faster, teasing the tip of his hard shaft with every pass. Gradually I allowed my head to slide up and down along his rod, admiring its full length before plunging my mouth upon him. Every muscle in his body tensed as Logan let out a low guttural growl that promised of immeasurable pleasure. Oh yes, it was going to be a night to remember.
2. The Sensuous Experience: Worshiping Every Inch of Logan’s Cock
The Ritual:
I felt a reverence and a sense of dread wash over me as I approached Logan in the lounge. He was unassuming, his eyes seemingly uninterested yet as he laid back, I could see how inviting his body position was. He lay there with his legs slightly parted on the recliner, the package that adorned his jeans completely enveloping my senses. I couldn’t look away, despite my racing heart and heavy breath. I could feel his energy, like a magnet to metal, and I was helpless to resist it.
I knelt down near him and ran my fingertips along the seams of his jeans, tracing the outline of his sizeable cock. His breathing changed, and I could feel the arousal emanating from him like a beacon drawing me closer. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, and I swear I heard him whisper my name in response, as if he knew what was about to happen. I carefully pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, unveiling him to me for the very first time. His gorgeous member stood proudly, each vein and ridge as perfect as Michelangelo’s David. I knew immediately that I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
- Taking Logan’s massive shaft in my hand, I gently stroked him, running my fingers from the base to the tip, feeling its softness against my skin.
- I started to take him in my mouth, and the sensation of his flesh on mine made me lightheaded.
- My tongue explored every inch as I explored every ridge, savouring the taste of him as he quivered against my mouth.
- I took all that I could take, and felt my tongue encircle him as I reached the most sensitive spot.
- I could feel his thighs spasm and his breathing quicken as the pleasure intensified, and soon enough he could take no more, and I could feel his thickness surging down my throat.
As I pulled away, I felt a wave of satisfaction and accomplishment crash over me as I licked my lips and looked up into Logan’s eyes. His post-orgasmic tranquillity was undeniable, and I knew that I had arrived in my art.
3. Letting Go: Surrender to the Ecstasy of the Experience
My throat hitched when I opened Logan’s fly and slid my hands inside. His organ swelled within my grip and as I massaged it, I could almost feel it knowing my intentions. Our eyes locked and we shared a moment of quiet, passionate awareness; a moment that ended the moment my lips touched the base of his shaft.
My tongue slipped down with exquisite golder, licking his length in large, sensual strokes. His body went rigid, his breaths grew quicker as then I closed my eyes and deviated from the shaft and began to worship his crown. My tongue repeated the same dance; spreading, licking, drawing circles and making little flicks. I kissed and sucked deep, pushing him closer and closer to his release.
The peak came suddenly and alarmed us both. He was shaking and I could tell he was in disbelief of how much I’d taken over. I savored his final shudder before I stood up and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. This was my chance to go down in history as the best cock worshipper that Logan had ever met.
4. Experiencing the Afterglow: Orgasmic Bliss with Logan
I had heard stories of Logan’s gorgeous body, but I never expected it to be as perfect as it was. His tanned skin glistened in the moonlight, every muscle seemed to be infinity stretched across his strong, toned frame. He opened his mouth and let a deep moan escape from his throat as he embraced me from behind, pressing his hard cock against my ass. The heat between us radiated across the room and my desire flourished.
We dropped down onto the bed and Logan’s hairy chest pressed against my own. His lips met mine and the sensation of his tongue slipping against mine kept me thrusting back harder. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, turning me so I was lying on my back beneath him. His head descended to my thighs, his lips grazing my skin as he made his way to my cock. His expert tongue worked its way up and down the length of it in the most tantalizing way, until I couldn’t take it any more. I came, my body shuddering with pleasure as I released all my pent up tension. I let out a low moan, my body quivering from the intense pleasure. His lips still worked their way up my cock, sending waves of sensation through me. I could feel the afterglow of orgasm wash over me, and I never wanted it to end.
Future Outlook
He felt every thousand points of sensation—the lustful heat of Logan’s body onto his, and the sweet surrender and sumptuous pleasure that flowed through him as Logan let out a soft moan and trembled, his own lips pressed against Logan’s very soul, guiding it into an ecstasy he would never forget. This was the exquisite art of cockworship, and it was nothing short of exquisite.