Confessions Of A Cum Eating Junkie

Ever since my first taste of the stuff, I've been hooked. To me it's like a fine wine or an expensive brandy -- something to be savored, for the taste of it in my mouth, the feel of it in my throat, and the pungent aroma of it.

I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. As a dedicated cock-sucker, I've swallowed countless loads of the stuff, but it's something I never grow tired of, and which never fails to excite me.

The first cum I tasted was my own. This was in my late teens, and I was still struggling to come to terms with my own sexuality. I knew deep down, of course, that I was gay, but outwardly I was still denying it. I was dating, off and on, and even getting laid once in a while, but mostly I had to rely on my own hand to keep my balls from exploding with jism.

I had several girlie mags I'd gotten from my friends, which I read while beating off. The pictures didn't excite me all that much, but the letters really got me off. Sometimes I'd put myself in the place of the girl in the stories, and imagine that it was me with those hot and horny men.

This one night I was reading one of my favorite letters, about how this girl really loved to suck cock and eat cum. Of course she wrote that she just loved the taste of it, and I got to wondering if it really tasted as good as she said. Just the idea of tasting my own cum was enough to make me blast a load into my palm. Normally, I wiped it up with a tissue and threw it away, but this time I held it up to my face and looked at it closely. I smelled it, and the slightly tangy odor of it didn't seem bad at all, so I stuck out my tongue and gingerly touched it to the pool of sperm in my hand.

At first it didn't taste like anything at all, but felt warm and gooey in my mouth. I swallowed, then proceeded to lick the remainder of my load off my palm, even getting my tongue between my fingers where it had started to leak through. I swallowed every last drop of the stuff, and it was terribly exciting knowing I had just eaten my own cum.

The aftertaste was stronger than the initial taste -- not unpleasant, but strange. I took a drink of water to wash it down, then went contentedly to sleep.

From then on every time I jerked off I licked up my own load. Soon I was jerking off just for the thrill of feeling hot sperm sliding down my throat. I began to be able to notice subtle differences in flavor, depending on what I had eaten during the day. Sweet food like chocolate and ice cream seemed to make my sperm smoother and sweeter, while stronger stuff like coffee and iced tea make my cum thinner and slightly bitter.

By this time there was very little doubt in my mind that I was gay. I thought about it all the time, and every guy I saw, I found myself wondering what it would be like to suck his dick and taste his cum.

It wasn't long before I took the next logical step. His name was Barry, and he was a guy I met at a baseball game the summer after I graduated from high school. It wasn't that he was really a fan, he said to me, but he just loved watching the young men in their uniforms. Barry was older than I was, maybe twenty-five at the time, and he did very little to hide his homosexuality, or his obvious lust for me. He made me nervous at first, but gradually my curiosity and own mounting lust got the best of me.

We ended up at his apartment on his waterbed. It was thrilling to watch him get undressed, and to feel his eyes on my body as I removed my clothes as well. I'd seen other guys naked before of course, in locker rooms and restrooms, but never like this. His was the first cock I'd ever seen erect, other than my own.

These days I'd only consider him moderately well-hung, but back then I thought he was huge. He finished undressing first, and lay back on the bed smiling, his cock lying against his stomach, long and stiff and beautiful.

I was nervous and frightened, but drawn irresistibly to his hard cock. I crawled onto the foot of the bed and lay my head between his legs, putting my face right up next to his erect manhood. I studied it closely for a long moment, then finally reached out to touch it.

His prick jumped at my touch, and I marvelled at how soft and hot it was. I ran my fingers up and down the length of it, and I could feel his whole body shivered as my fingers caressed his sensitive organ.

Soon I began to jerk it slowly, wrapping my fingers around the shaft and letting it rub against my palm. I could hear Barry moaning softly, and before long he began to hump my hand, slowly fucking my fist with his long, hard cock.

Finally I stopped jacking him off and slid up a little higher, until my mouth was only inches from his cock head. I could see the sparkle of pre-cum seeping out from his piss- slit.

I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his cock head, tasting for the first time another man's juices. I was already terribly excited, but that first taste turned me on even more. I opened my mouth and took the head of his dick into my mouth, feeling the spongy, warm cap sliding over my tongue. I closed my lips around his prick and slid my tongue around and around his dick head, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth.

As I sucked his cock, I felt one of Barry's hands move to my head, guiding my mouth up and down his shaft. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip when my lips passed over his sensitive cock head.

He was moaning louder now, and his hips were bucking faster, forcing more and more of his dick into my mouth. His big cock was stuffing my mouth full, and I had to breathe in short, quick gasps as his cock filled my throat.

I would have never believed I could have taken his whole dick into my mouth, but I was doing it. Or rather he was doing it, holding my head with his hands and thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth with long, deep strokes.

He was breathing harder and thrusting faster, and I knew he was close to cumming. I wanted so much to taste his full load, to swallow every drop and suck his balls dry.

Suddenly he gave one final, deep thrust and his body went stiff. His cock pulsed in my mouth, I felt his sperm pumping through it, and then it blasted into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to miss a drop. I loved the feel of it sliding down my throat, the warmth of it spreading through my body.

I continued to suck his jerking prick even after the last spurt had disappeared down my throat, not wanting to miss a drop of the precious fluid. I didn't let his cock out of my mouth until it was soft and satisfied. Sitting up and smiling at Barry, I savored the taste of his sperm, still hungry for more.

"My God," Barry gasped, still catching his breath, "that was great. Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?"

"That was my first time," I said, "but I want to do it again."

"Your first time?" He laughed then, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, you can do it again, believe me. But now it's my turn."

He twisted himself around on the bed and took my own very hard cock into his mouth. All the while I had been blowing him, I hadn't even noticed my own arousal. But once I felt his mouth on my dick, all feeling centered on my cock, and the warm wetness of his lips and tongue.

He said I sucked cock well, but he did things with his mouth I had never even dreamed of. As hot as I was, I figured I'd cum in no time, but just as I would get close to orgasm, Barry would back off, shifting his attentions from one part of my cock to another, each time bringing me to closer to the edge.

He must have sucked my cock for a half hour before finally relenting and letting me cum. When I finally came, I emptied my nuts into his mouth, firing shot after shot of cum down his throat. Barry never missed a beat, swallowing all I could give him.

When at last I was drained, Barry sat up and smiled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Well," he asked, "how was that?"

"Incredible," I said. "In-fucking-credible."

For the next few months Barry and I got together several times a week. Although we fooled around in other ways, and even fucked a few times, most of our sex was oral, which was the way both of us preferred it.

Barry was my mentor as well as my lover. He taught me the fine art of the blowjob, both giving and receiving. By the time I went off to college that fall, I was an accomplished fellatrix.

College was where I really came into my own. There was a whole underground gay culture on campus, and I quickly earned a reputation as a master cocksucker, and my love of cum was well- known.

During my senior year a bunch of guys threw me a birthday party at one of the frat houses. There was a cake and everything, but no candles. When I asked about that, the guys laughed and asked me to count them.

When I realized that there just happened to be the exact number as my age (twenty-two), I figured out what was up.

"We're the candles," my best buddy said. "Blow us out."

I was in hog heaven that night as my "candles" lined up to be blown. I'd never sucked off so many at once, and it was incredibly exciting.

I was the center of attention as I dropped to my knees before my best friend, the one who'd thrown the party, and pulled down his zipper. I'd sucked him off before, of course, but never before an audience.

Everyone began cheering me on, laughing and making lewd comments as I closed my mouth over the head of his half-hard dick. I was a little nervous at first, but soon blocked out all the commotion and concentrated on giving the best head I knew how.

After about five minutes he shot off in my mouth, and a cheer went up as I swallowed it all down. Quickly, I moved on to the next candle in line, and in a few minutes he added to the supply of sperm boiling in my belly.

As I moved on down the line from man to man, I really grew to appreciate the differences between cocks. Each was a little different in length, thickness, and taste. Some guys were very passive, letting me do all the work, while others were more dominant, holding my head in their hands and fucking my mouth with abandon.

Each load of cum was different as well, but I can't say any was unpleasant. I made it a matter of pride to completely swallow every last load, not missing a drop of the pearly white cream.

By the end of the line my jaws were aching and my lips were numb, but I was happy and satisfied. My stomach was a little queasy from all the sperm I'd drunk, but it was not an unpleasant feeling.

After I'd blown out all my "candles", the party broke down into a free-for-all orgy, and I was in the center of it. Mostly I just watched all the hot action going on around me, but when I could stand it no longer I joined in and had the time of my life.

Since my college days I've slowed down a lot. I have a steady lover now, and sex with him is everything I could ask for. My favorite activity is still cock-sucking, and there's nothing I love more than feeling his cock fucking my mouth and tasting his salty load sliding down my throat.

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