i love both worshipping a cock and having mine worshipped. but i am even more excited about worshipping than being worshipped. my deepest spiritual experiences as a worshipper have not necessarily been with the biggest cocks i have had the pleasure to savour and service but with those that were most responsive.
i love nothing more than making a fine cock cum and being commanded to "go on." It is always a wonderful surprise, which I confess I take as a personal tirbute, to have the guy I am servicing cum a second time.
I have had the good fortune of experiencing a few guys who were able to respond several times in a row and i have always been happy to match their cumshots.
One experience that stands out in my mind is of a west indian partner i unfortunately only got to worship on the one night (on the eve of his departure from paris).
After having had him feast on me, I went down on his pretty perfect 8' or so dick. He came all over my face within minutes. As he remained completely hard, I saw no reason to stop and, surprise, I got a second big load out of him within five minutes or so. He then wanted us to have a drink and I let him go, albeit reluctantly. We hadn't even finished that one drink, when he started kissing me and pulled my hand to his crotch. He was hard, either still hard or hard again. We started another session and over the following couple of hours he blew another four loads, each a bit smaller than the previous one but his cock remained rock-hard throughout. More gratifying than his sheer gift was the fact that he still seemed to want to be worshipped as much throughout. I found myself getting so focused on him and on his magnificient rod that I didn't even bother touching my own cock after having blown that first load. I wish I could find his twin...
Some three years since that remarkable experience, I still often think of this guy and get a deeply excited at the memory. Each of his loads is engraved in my mind as a valedition of something in me...