I am 100% man. And yes, I am an excellent cock sucker.Does that make me a dirty little slut? No.As a matter of fact if I heard someone call me that, I...just might raise up from my cock lunch and sock him one!So wouldn't being called a cock sucker be just as degrading as being called a slut? The answer lies differently for each individual.For me, my answer came from a curiosity to understand the word more clearly.I looked up the word cock sucker and this is what I found: The first definition I. His tongue was delightful as she played with his foreskin and tried it in her mouth. He warned that he was close to eruption so she moved around to face him. “Magnifique!” was his comment as his hands were filled with mammaries.She eased herself unto his love shaft, reveling in how it stretched and filled her and stimulated so many pleasure points as it moved deeper and deeper. “You feel so good!” she said and he beamed.As he got going she heard a few French phrases but it didn’t matter that. .. Steve...." she whispered. She seemed to be gently rocking him."Steve.... Wake up Steve." "But I am awake. What do you mean?" The hotel and everyone around themstarted to fade and blur until there was just the two of them. "Where areyou going?" He called as the image of her began to fade as well.Steve could still feel the rocking of someone pushing on his shoulder andcould slightly hear a soft voice calling his name. He blinked as themorning sun's light filled his eyes. "Huh? What is going. It was the strangest, most erotic sensation I had ever felt. I couldn’t have ever imagined they would be so soft. I was stunned, speechless and by the time I thought to kiss back, she had retreated. I suddenly realized my eyes had fluttered shut and I opened them. She was grinning brightly, standing so very close to me. I lifted onto my tip toes, to close the gap her high heels created. I wanted to kiss her again. Her finger intercepted my lips and she shook her head, the same wicked grin still.