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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The Beast has gotten out of its cage to feed and had locked me inside that cage... and I felt so horribly embarrassed to "watch" myself sucking Ed's cock and as if I didn't care if the very vigorous sucking was causing him any discomfort or not. At first, Ed was very much into it and I dimly remember looking up at him and seeing his eyes closed, his mouth open and all while he was doing his best to fuck into my mouth, trying to keep up with the blistering and near-vicious pace I'd set... and felt the moment when he just surrendered to The Hunger.

I fondled his balls and as if I was literally trying to squeeze his cum out of him. The Beast was getting angry; it wanted to taste Ed's cum and was pulling out all of the stops to get it. I slipped a finger into my mouth, adding it alongside Ed's erection to get it nice and wet before reaching down and under him to find his asshole and pushing my finger into him. Ed reacted to the invasion by trying to get my finger out of him but the more he tried, the deeper my finger went into him until I could feel his prostate; I pressed my fingertip against it and held it there... then went into high gear, pretty much slamming my face into his crotch every time I took all seven inches of dick he owned.

The Beast was both howling and purring; I was still growling in between breathing like a steam engine, alternating between sucking him "gently" and sucking his cock so hard that he was squirming in pain trying to get away from me and The Hunger. The part of me that was trapped and locked away in The Beast's cage felt so bad for him and if I could have stopped ravaging his prick, I would have... but The Beast was totally in control and had to be fed. I could feel those ripples running up and down his shaft; I was acutely aware of the change that was coming over him from the way he was breathing to the way he was now back to trying to fuck my mouth.

He was gonna cum... and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening... and The Beast was howling and roaring inside of me and being trapped within myself, all I could do was to watch what The Hunger was doing to Ed and, again, I felt so bad about it... but The Beast didn't care one bit.

"Son of a bitch!" Ed yelled out - and as he did that, I felt his cock swell in my mouth and I took him deep and held him, feeling his expanding dick pressing in the whole of my mouth and his knob was "lodged" in the back of my throat... and then he came... and The Beast went batshit crazy to feel Ed's dick pumping a load of sperm right down my throat and being just a bit pissed off over not being able to taste it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Could you show me now?" Ed had asked.

"It doesn't work like that," I said, shaking my head. "It's a... feeling and one I've never had any control over. I'm always game to suck dick and even if I'm not horny but when I am, well, it makes sucking a dick even better for me... but The Hunger, well, that's something else. It'll hit me out of nowhere and at any time and no matter where I am or what I'm doing and it'll jump all over me even when I'm sleeping."

"Damn... has it always been like that?" he asked, his very blue eyes growing wide.

"Yeah, it has," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed for some reason. "You'd think that after all the years I've been sucking dick, I'd be used to it or be able to keep it from making me a little crazy but, nah, can't control it and when it hits me hard, well, some mother's son is going to get his dick sucked and, hopefully, like he's never been sucked before."

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

"It always has," I said. "I realized early in my life that I was a cock sucking fiend and that I was happier just sucking dick than being fucked... and I don't know how many times I've sucked a guy's dick and he's shoved it in me... and while he's fucking me I'm wishing it was still in my mouth so I could keep tasting him and, eventually, his cum."

"But, having said that, I'm really okay with it and I understand that it's really just the way my love of sucking dick manifests itself at times," I continued... and eyeballing Ed's soft cock and, yes, starting to feel The Hunger growing inside of me.

"It must've made you suck a lot of dick, huh?" he asked.

"Like you probably wouldn't believe," I said with a laugh. "Especially when I was growing up; there were way too many days where I'd find myself sucking two, three, and even four dicks a day. Shit, one day, ten of us got together and thought it would be fun for everyone to take a turn sucking everyone else's dick and I was so hungry that I volunteered to be the first one to do some sucking."

"Holy shit," Ed said. "What was that like?"

"Well, let's say that if I had an offer to do that now, I'd pass on it," I said, laughing again. "At the time, though, it was beyond heavenly and more so since all ten of us were shooting cum. At one point, I'd swallowed so much cum that I threw it all back up, rinsed my mouth out, took a moment to let my stomach settle, and went right back to sucking the rest of the guys. That was the day I truly realized how much I really loved sucking dick."

"Jesus..." Ed whispered - and I felt The Hunger growing as I watched Ed's cock beginning to get hard again. The sight of it literally had me drooling and it was just as exciting as it was embarrassing. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, a gnawing kind of feeling and not unlike what it was like for me to be hungry for food but it wasn't my stomach that was growling; it was The Beast that owned The Hunger and demanding to be fed.

I felt... hot and like I had a fever; Ed was talking about having a similar feeling and I was barely aware that he was talking to me. I was trying to look at his face while he was talking but my eyes kept drifting down to his crotch and, yesss... he was hard again, his whole cock flushed a deep pinkish-red color with blood and his rather large knob was taking on that purplish color as well.

I was licking my lips and swallowing the large amounts of saliva my mouth was creating; Ed was talking about... something and I heard him, could see his mouth moving and The Beast let loose his great hunger and the next thing I knew, I'd literally shoved Ed back onto his back and attacked his renewed erection with the full force of The Hunger.

I heard him yelp at being surprised; I felt his whole body tense up for a moment and The Beast driving The Hunger was howling happily inside my head, drowning out any sense of reason that tried to stay in place. I felt as if I was trapped inside of myself and like I was just a spectator and helplessly watching myself - and in the form of the starving Beast - attack Ed's cock and like, well, like I was truly starving.

Shit, I could even hear myself growling as I worked my mouth on his cock, from ravaging his knob with my tongue and resisting the great urge to start biting it gently, to taking him deep and shaking my head from side to side and like I was trying to get more of his dick in my mouth than he actually had.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I'd spent a good fifteen minutes sucking "Ed's" dick and having a good old time being in the moment and using my mouth, tongue, and hand to encourage him to give up his nut, which he did in a very loud way. I released him and sat up to catch my breath with sweat pouring down my face as I savored the flavor of his cum. I looked over at him, watching him recovering from his release - hair plastered to his head, his face that beet-red color as he worked at being able to breathe normally.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Damn, you're good," he finally managed to say. "I can't remember the last time I had my dick sucked like that!"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I just looked at him and smiled as a response, passing up the chance to say what I'd usually say after such a compliment: I should be since I've been doing it for a very long time now. There was no need to say it, though and my smiling served to let him know that I was pleased to have been able to please him.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Do you always suck cock like that?" he asked.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Like what?" I asked.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Like you're starving," he replied.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Oh, that wasn't me doing it like I was starving - that's different," I said - and after taking a moment to think about what he said. "That was me taking my time and enjoying myself - and your dick."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Damn, I'd hate to see what it's like when you're starving!" he said.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Play your cards right and you might find out," I said with an evil kind of smile.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I had really wanted to blow him; Ed was my idea of a decent guy and one with his head screwed on "the right way" and we'd spent a nice couple of days talking about our love for sucking cock which, of course, led up to us doing it. But what I'd done to him wasn't even close to how I get when I'm really starving for dick and The Hunger is digging its claws into me and fucking with me so much that I feel like I'm really starving and to the point where it's distracting at times.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]It's hard to put into words what The Hunger feels like; it makes me feel edgy, sometimes puts me into a foul mood and thoughts of sucking a dick gets very mixed up into whatever regular or normal thoughts I might have. It's an itch that demands to be scratched and sometimes The Hunger's itch gets so bad that just sucking one dick does nothing except make me hungrier and get me, more often than not, hunting for more dicks to suck and much more receptible to guys looking for a blow job.

From the first moment I had a dick in my mouth and then tasted cum, I was forever hooked on it; I couldn't get enough of it and took "risks" in the early days of The Hunger that, today, I'd think twice about rather than to give in to feeding The Hunger and as it demands to be fed. The good thing was that I could feed The Hunger by eating pussy and it would often be quite satisfied...

But then there were the days when I could have my face glued to a woman's pussy and it wasn't enough and only sucking a dick would sate The Hunger.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]While a lot of guys weren't happy about the form of their dick, when I had mine in someone's mouth or ass, I learned not only to appreciate the form of my dick but to also not feel some kind of way about it. It was (and still is) so pleasurable to watch someone sucking my dick and watching how they dealt with my form and, especially with guys, knowing that they were doing everything they could to get my dick to perform its function and get me shooting sperm into their mouth.

Or to take in the delicious sight of my dick's form going in and out of both pussies and asses and understanding that many were of a mind that something "that big" couldn't possible go in the small tightness of someone's ass... but form would make that possible because my dick - all dicks - were designed to penetrate so that performing its function would be put to its best use.

Cum inside them and as deep as I could do it. Burying my dick in their mouth, ass, or cunt as far as I could get it and knowing that for them, I could make it hurt so good... or not so much. And while it couldn't really be said that when I had my dick in someone they couldn't feel me inside of them - and those who did were lying and admitted to the lie - being able to watch my form working toward performing its function - and how it made someone react or, yeah, not react - took on a whole new meaning when it came to being sucked and fucking someone, form follows function and while some would not be all that happy about my form, not many objected to its function and my ability and desire to inseminate them...

Because it feels so goddamned good to do that and to have it done to me. Otherwise, what's the point in doing it at all? If you cannot appreciate the work of art that a guy's dick is and how its form lends greatly to its function, well, ya might be missing out on something... primal as well as being able to understand what sex is really about. No dick is too big or too small because at the end of any day, it's whether or not the dick in question can perform its pleasurable function.

Deliver the sperm. A little or a lot.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And while many guys and gals were losing their minds over their preferences for big, thick dicks - and often being terrified of them - I found that form - size, shape, color - didn't matter... but function most certainly did. I had to admit to myself that I just loved the feel of sperm being pumped into my mouth even though, eh, sometimes, it didn't taste all that good but I was "over the moon" knowing that I could use my mouth on a guy's form until it performed its function.

Taking a dick in my ass wasn't all that difficult since, well, um, my hole was well used to having dicks in a lot of forms in there but it was more than obvious that if I wanted the dick to perform its function - to fill my hole with sperm - dealing with its form was a no-brainer. I just knew that in order to receive the pleasure of a dick's function, I had to be able to deal with the pain its form would bring along with it. Sometimes that pain would be really, really bad and almost unbearable and while there were times when the pain would eventually "go away," sometimes it just didn't but I'd hang in there without a single complaint for the moment when the form of the guy's dick performed its function and painted my insides with hot, sticky sperm.

That didn't make it "feel better" in that sense but that sense of accomplishment - being able to have a guy's form in my ass and making it hurt so much and not being a whiny "girl" about it meant everything to me and, again, I didn't ever want to be [I]that guy[/I] who'd be begging for the dick to be taken out. I was very clear to me that if I wanted to experience the function of a guy's prick, I had to be able to deal with his form. I'd had "more than my share" of grown up adult dicks in my ass and, yes, they didn't always feel good going in me; the pain would make my eyes water something fierce and would often make me want to cry out and beg them to stop trying to put it in - and sometimes they'd knew they were hurting me too much and ease up and now making it easier for me to enjoy being fucked and just waiting for that moment when his dick's function would kick in and feel his sperm being shot into me.

To be able to feel that made any amount of pain worth enduring. I hadn't yet learned about male prostates and how the form of a guy's dick could come in contact with it to produce some weirdly good feelings... but what I did know was that I loved feeling a guy's dick performing its function to deliver his sperm into me and having a bit of an ego trip knowing that it was his form being stuffed into my tight (but not so tight) ass that urged him to get his dick to perform its function.

Cum inside me. Try to get me pregnant. Do it to me like I was a girl. Use your form and function so I can feel good by sucking it and getting you to cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it. Form and function combine to deliver such nasty pleasure and while there are many forms, the function is always the same. Get dick hard. Suck it until he cums or get it in my ass so he can fuck me until he cums.

Repeat. Often. Any guy. Anywhere. Anytime. Form ceased to matter and I even got over my aversion to sucking uncut dicks and definitively proving to myself that form didn't matter...

But function always does.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was now much more aware of the shapes and sizes of guys' dicks. Some were very nice to look at whether it was hard or not but, um, wow, guys who still had their foreskin presented an aesthetic problem for me because, while soft, they were just ugly and hideous looking but, at the same time, to watch a dick covered with all that extra skin get hard was fascinating and more so when the head of the guy's dick "magically" appeared from its hiding place.

I wouldn't - couldn't - suck a dick with foreskin but I was fine with it performing its true function because even with all of that yucky-looking skin, it would feel really good to feel it pressing against my asshole, then spreading it open and worming its way into me and as deep as the guy could get it... and I'd be fucked until I could feel his dick swelling just before that first spurt of sperm shot into me. What made it "better" is that I knew what it meant, that the form and function of a guy's dick had a specific purpose for being the way it was... but a purpose that got wasted when guys had sex with guys.

Which, actually, made it even more fun because, unlike girls, we didn't have to worry about getting into [I]that[/I] kind of trouble even though there was, in those early days, lots of jokes about having "jelly babies," a reference to the moment when a guy came in your ass and his sperm came flowing back out at some point - and if it did at all and even something like that had me fascinated even after I'd learned that sometimes when a guy shot his load into your butt, your body would just absorb it and you're left wondering why you didn't have a mess to clean up after being fucked and creamed.

Big dicks. Small ones. Fat and skinny ones. With or without that ugly foreskin. If you've seen one, you've seen them all... but not really. I even began to see where a dick's form and function dictated how two guys were going to have sex or who would be the one to suck dick first or be fucked; if you had the bigger dick, the guy with the smaller dick would get things started and I realized that when we'd compare our dicks before having sex, it was pretty funny... but with my awareness of form and function, it stopped being a laughing matter and seeing how... weird guys were about the size and shape of their respective dicks started to "confuse" me because I just couldn't see how or why the size and shape really made that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. For girls, it was a seriously big deal because a dick's form could mean the difference between pleasure and pain... and it's function meant that the bigger the dick, the better the chances of her getting pregnant... but not really since even the smallest dick could make that happen, too.

For us guys, there was also that difference between pleasure and pure pain when big dicks were going into our asses and sometimes having to deal with one's jaw muscles aching painfully when trying to suck big, fat dicks... but I was always up to the challenge presented by the form and function of dicks because I had realized that if I couldn't, it didn't make sense to have sex with a guy... and I wasn't different from any other guy in that I never wanted it to be known that I couldn't handle a dick - any dick.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The human male penis is a work of art. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors and are, really, so commonplace that one usually doesn't see - or can appreciate - its form and function. When erect, it's so curiously hard while being silky smooth and lends itself to the euphemism that when guys are hard, they have a boner... but unlike other animals, the human male penis contains no bones at all.

I don't quite remember the exact moment when I started paying attention to this but, knowing me, it was probably while I was sucking on a guy's dick. I do remember when thoughts about function entered my consciousness; it was while being fucked by a guy and he was going to town in my ass, building toward his release and just a scant moment before he came I thought, "He's trying to get me pregnant!" - then I felt his cock pumping hot sperm into me and I felt both wonderful... and disturbed to realize what it meant even though there was no way I could get pregnant.

But it clarified form and function in my mind; it kind of woke me up and made me realize that fucking someone - anyone - was not just sex but using one's cock in the way it was designed to be used, to be made hard and filled with blood so to better facilitate the delivery of life producing sperm. After that... epiphany, I had a different frame of mind about dicks; my interest in them grew every time I sucked a guy and swallowed his sperm and even more so when I'd find myself lying under him and feeling his dick moving in and out of my ass and feeling very girly and learning an interesting appreciation of the dual implications of having sex with another guy.

On the one hand, it was just one of those very fun and exciting things for two guys to do. Totally forbidden and nasty; it made having sex with a guy both terribly exciting and very scary at the same time. On the other, however, it was also about the method of making babies and, at first and for a short period of time, I'd wonder what was the reason for guys to fuck each other if it was impossible for guys to get pregnant... but it was really a rhetorical question and thought because the reason why we fucked each other was because it felt good to fuck.

It felt good to have a dick in my mouth or in my ass and it felt good when another guy had my dick in his mouth and/or mine was burrowing into his behind, my form performing its function with blissful perfection at the moment I released my sperm into him.[/SIZE][/FONT]

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