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Confessions of a Cum Junkie
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CONFESSIONS OF A CUM JUNKIE
By Twiddler
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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