To swallow or not, that is the question

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Decades ago I was in a gay disco club in Montrose (Houston, tx) playing the drunk dancing twink and I got myself into a situation where I was down on my knees giving head to a cowboy and a leather dude while in a back booth. I was getting off on the exhibitionist angle, having never sucked dick in a public place before. Things got kind of out of control. I blew at least four or five guys and it wasn't even midnight yet. Their balls were all bursting. I swallowed every load, not because I loved to swallow, but because I had on a brand new shiny polyester picture shirt that I didn't want semen stains all over. (My mom would have been so pissed.)

Well, all that hot sperm on top of cheap drinks had me running out back into the alley vomiting. After that I couldn't swallow cum for years. I learned all sorts of creative ways to wear 10cc as a facial or lubricant. Also, am I only one who liked to use semen as hair jel?
 
Decades ago I was in a gay disco club in Montrose (Houston, tx) playing the drunk dancing twink and I got myself into a situation where I was down on my knees giving head to a cowboy and a leather dude while in a back booth. I was getting off on the exhibitionist angle, having never sucked dick in a public place before. Things got kind of out of control. I blew at least four or five guys and it wasn't even midnight yet. Their balls were all bursting. I swallowed every load, not because I loved to swallow, but because I had on a brand new shiny polyester picture shirt that I didn't want semen stains all over. (My mom would have been so pissed.)

Well, all that hot sperm on top of cheap drinks had me running out back into the alley vomiting. After that I couldn't swallow cum for years. I learned all sorts of creative ways to wear 10cc as a facial or lubricant. Also, am I only one who liked to use semen as hair jel?
The unfortunate problem you endured was obviously not due to the amount of semen that you swallowed, but with what you term the 'cheap drinks' that were obviously responsible for setting off that unpleasant reaction. I do hope that this hasn't put you off the pleasures of sucking cock and swallowing cum? Simply don't mix those sensual pleasures with cheap booze next time...
 
As far as swallowing, I can only speak for quantities of my own cum and trace quantities of other guy’s cum from my future wife’s pussy when she was single (apparently she was quite popular with virile guys), in any case, I always swallow. And if I ever have a chance to suck a cock, I definitely would savor the taste.

As far as using cum for hair gel, I think the movie “Something about Mary” comes to mind… so no, you’re probably not the only one.
 
I was skeptical of swallowing for a long time.

In the years when I considered myself straight, swallowing struck me as disgusting, reinforced by my wife's reaction the one time I came in her mouth. You would have thought I was spewing gasoline the way she gagged and coughed before rushing to the bathroom to spit and rinse.

I would never again cum in her mouth, and I understood her reaction. It was a disgusting act, after all. Why would I do that to her?

Then one day, something in me changed. It wasn't a quick change, but a slow and gradual realization that I wasn't so straight after all. I came to accept that I wanted a man. I wanted his cock in my mouth, to feel the texture of the skin and the underlying shaft as it slid across my tongue.

But much as I wanted it, I worried how I would finish. Could I pull off before the moment of climax and finish my lover with my hand? What if my lover wanted to cum in my mouth? Would I refuse him? Would I take his cum, then spit it out? Surely, I wouldn't swallow?

I played with scenario after another, finally convincing myself that I would never swallow. It just wasn't an option.

Then one night, I met a man who had a beautiful cock. Long, thick and cut. I was desperate to have him, and he said I could. We retreated to my room. I quickly disrobed before removing my lover's clothes. And as I stood there watching my man harden, I reached down and took his shaft in my hand, gazing into his eyes. He smiled. I dropped to my knees, pointed the mushroom head at my face and licked the tip with my tongue.
Don't rush, I told myself, be patient. I lifted the shaft to expose the delicate underside and ran my tongue from the balls and up the ridge to the frenulum. I finished with a soft kiss on his glans.

At that point, my patience broke. I wanted more; I wanted my lover in my mouth. I parted my lips and took the head, just the head, swirling it with my tongue. I pulled off and opened my mouth again, only this time I took my man deeper. Much deeper, causing me to gag when the tip reached my throat. I pushed down as far as I dared before pulling back. I began to bob up and down. And as I thrilled to my man's groans of pleasure, I heard him whisper, "I'm going to cum." He was warning me, giving me the chance to stop. Except I didn't want to stop. I wanted much more. I quickened my pace.

And I wondered, What will I do when he cums?

Moments later, I felt the jets of fluid coating my tongue and palate. The texture was thinner than I'd expected, and the taste milder if a bit bitter. And as I let my man slip from between my lips, I asked myself one more time, What should I do?

At that moment, time must have fallen still, allowing me to debate myself. But it really wasn't much of a debate. I tilted my head up so I could see my lover's face. And I swallowed.

I think I'll always swallow.
 
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