It's time for your meditation, to remind you of the sordid little truth you live for. Isn't it just splendid that you've lost all taste for cunts and tits? Your dick gets hard only for the chance to be used as a playground for dominant studs, to suckle them like a desperate leech, craving the flood of warm, salty sperm they reward you with.

You grateful, knowing that each mouthful of cum you guzzle down is far superior to any bland, uninspired secretion you might have mistakenly enjoyed from a woman. Yes, revel in it, because the taste of sperm that fills your throat is the nectar ...

It's time for your meditation, to remind you of the sordid little truth you live for. Isn't it just splendid that you've lost all taste for cunts and tits? Your dick gets hard only for the chance to be used as a playground for dominant studs, to suckle them like a desperate leech, craving the flood of warm, salty sperm they reward you with.

You grateful, knowing that each mouthful of cum you guzzle down is far superior to any bland, uninspired secretion you might have mistakenly enjoyed from a woman. Yes, revel in it, because the taste of sperm that fills your throat is the nectar of the gods compared to the mundane taste of female discharge. You've been elevated, my dear gay, to a life where your mouth and ass are sanctuaries for masculine pleasure, where your only worth comes from how well you serve as a cum receptacle.
Let this meditation let it be the lullaby that rocks you into a restless night, dreaming of the next load you'll chase.