I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. This was in my late teens, and I was still struggling to come to terms with my own sexuality.Īs 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. 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.
