Biologists suggest that one of the things that allows for a species to prosper is “reciprocal altruism.” If the members of the species cooperate with each other, then the individuals within that species have a better chance to become adults, mate, and produce offspring. The principle seems to work. At least, most of the time it seems to work. You do something for me, I’ll do something for you. And if not directly for me, or directly for you, for someone among our affinity group, whose own enhanced chances for survival will tangentially enhance ours.
This works with sex, too. Basic fucking is, of course, mutually beneficial when it comes to species survival. If people stop fucking, then they’ll also stop having babies, and eventually there’s no next generation and everybody dies off. So, if we’re going to have a next generation, people need to fuck.
But that’s not the only reason for sex. While I don’t believe that humans are unique in actually enjoying sex, we certainly seem to spend more time seeking it out than other animals. We do seem to be the species most likely to have sex simply because we enjoy it.
I certainly enjoy it. And I want a certain amount of reciprocity myself. Particularly, that means I expect to cum. None of this, you get off and I don’t shit. If you cum before I do, either you keep going–not always practical as men age, but try anyway–or you get down there and start eating.
In fact, if your goal is convincing me to suck your cock, you can certainly help your case by first worshipping at the altar of my clitoris. A lot of men don’t know how to do that, but I’m often quite happy to do a little teaching. I like a bit of delicacy in tongue action. And don’t just lazily lick in one place. Explore a little. See how far you can get your tongue inside. Be a man.
Unless you’re a woman. But, of course, if you’re a woman, you most likely already know what feels good.