If you'd like to have a peak into the mind of a big man that was once called "a human flesh light", you're following the right guy.

I (m,36) am a big guy, I'm 1.83m ,and weigh 140 kg. I'm Gay, middle eastern, with black medium lengthe hair, brown eyes and a big belly.

I am engaged to a German man, and we have an open relationship. We live in Berlin.

I have many passions in life, but since I moved to Germany, cock sucking has been taking over as my main pastime activity. I am what you might call a Sub/passive/bottom, but outside of the relationship I only do oral, and I like taking control while the guy lays back.

I was always good when it came to giving a blow job, I have a wide mouth, and a long tongue, but since moving here, I've had many more chances to perfect my methods. My whole goal in life is now to feel a cock pulsating and shooting cum in my throat, while the man it is connected to moans in ecstasy.

Lately I realized I have some interesting stories to tell, and this is the perfect place for them.

I'll start you off with an experience I had yesterday morning.

I was visiting friends in another city, where I used to live. While I lived there I had a few regular guys I used to service. One of them used to live out of the city ( about a 100 km away) and would make sure that every time he was in the city, I would know.

He's not particularly handsome, but he's easy on the eyes, and he has a nice 17/18 cm uncut cock, one of those that reach the back of my throat but don't go down pass the barrier.

It has been over three years since I last sucked his dick, and he made me promise to visit him at his new place in the city. So on my last day in the city, we managed to find the time.

It took me around 45 minutes to get to his place, which was just north of the city circumference, his apartment was relatively easy to find, but it was a very cold February morning, and my face was almost numb.

I walked up the stairs to the second floor (Germany is fervently against elevators). And he opened the door fully dressed. He had just arrived from his second apartment which is 100 km from the city, and I think he might have come only for me blush, as I walked in I remembered how much better he looked then his picturs on Grindr, which was nice, he has a great smile and kind eyes which is not a necessity, but is always a nice bonus.

We hugged, I took off my coat and scarf as clumsilly as possible, and he took me to the living room. It was a messy room, dinning table covered with random items, an open foldable sofa-bed, and a chair standing in the middle of the room, next his laptop that had all sorts of cameras, dvd players and other recorders, though no camera was pointed at us as far as I saw.

He sat on the single chair, mentioned something about maybe getting a call soon, and gave me that familier look I've see a million times before, that means "let's get it on". Instinctively I dropped to my knees, my favourite position, and started caressing his thighs. He was wearing black suit pants, a T shirt and a flannel button up. I looked into his eyes, searching for the slight head movement that might mean "kiss me", but he seemed like he wasn't into that, so I moved on.

I started unbuttoning his flannel, while smiling and making eye contact, he really had a great smile. As I reached the last button, his phone started ringing, we changed an exasperated smile, and he got up to answer his phone, it was his boss, he put the phone on speaker, and set back in the chair, I took that as "feel free to continue", so I did.

He was speaking German, and since I only understand 75% and only when I concentrate, it was easy to tune the conversation out. I opened his pants, and he took them off. His cock was flaccid but nice to look at, surrounded by a thick bush and hairy thighs, his hairy torso picked from under his shirt. I started massaging his thighs, rubbing them up and down, he had strong muscular thighs, and still my big hands covered their surface as I was rubbing, I moved my hands up his back, lightly grazing him with my short fingernails, searching for the spot that makes goosebumps. He was still on the phone, receiving orders and writing them down on his laptop.

After a few minutes of rubbing him and making cute eye contact, I realised this call is not ending, and I decided to get to work. I picked up his sami hard cock and enveloped it between tongue and the roof of my mouth, and started moving my lips back and forward at the bottom of the shaft.

At this point my eyes were closed, because I want all my senses to focus on making him hard. When I saw after a few minutes that he's not getting harder, time to shift up gear, I moved my right hand from his inner thigh to his crotch, and cupped his balls, gently at first, and then massaged them with my fingers more firmly. At this point I decided to sneak a peak at him, his boss was talking and his head was thrown back in ecstasy... Bingo. But his cock was still not hard, so one finger moved to the base of the balls, where I applied some pressure while moving in circle.

Getting harder.

Now that I had some structure to work with, my mouth could get to action,

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After 20 minutes of a phone call, his throbbing cock was just about to burst, the bitch was still an active part of the conversation, he stopped me just before cumming.

I moved him to the sofa-bed, knowing that if he lies down, I have full control. It was so surprisingly arrousing to try and make his voice break, knowing that every "yes" he said, was meant for me.

Though he's facial expressions showed bliss, his cock was sami flacid again. At that point he realised, this call needs to end, NOW.

The moment he hung up, he was harder than ever, I edged him 3 times, waiting for the perfect moment when he crys "I can't control it!!!", Only then did I let him unload in my throat. He came for a full minutes, in streams, later he told me he didn't cum for days. There's nothing in this world that makes me whole more than that feeling.

I kept his cock in my mouth for another few minutes, slightly pressing him in a slow rythem, and caressing his legs and torso, making sure he gets the full orgasm experience.

I collected my hair, got up from my knees, kissed his thighs, and let him fall asleep while I left his place.

I walked back to the train station with the biggest smile on my face, stopped at a grocery store and got some breakfast. It was a very productive morning.