Well, as a male inclined to suck on a bit of tube steak now and then, I'd say...
You know how the instrument works. How much suction goes where, what tickles in what way, how to alternate tightness and depth, when to put the teeth to use and when to better not.
The fun is in the virtuosity of playing all the flute's holes. The reward is taste and texture, achievement of accomodation, a wheezing breathlessness hovering half a bodylength above you that indeed puts you in power regardless of the hand in your neck. You know what yours would feel like, and you translate this knowledge on to his, while getting to know curvature, veins, lack of foreskin or overabundance thereof: a whole topology of cock.
The blow is not a job. It's a calling.
_________________ A lone figure sits still by a pool - he's been stamped human bacon by some butchering tool - he is you...
Social Security took care of this lad - we watch in reverence - as Narcissus is turned to a flower
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