This one night I was reading one of my favorite letters, about how this girl really loved to suck cock and eat cum. 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. The pictures didn't excite me all that much, but the letters really got me off. I had several girlie mags I'd gotten from my friends, which I read while beating off. 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 knew deep down, of course, that I was gay, but outwardly I was still denying it. This was in my late teens, and I was still struggling to come to terms with my own sexuality. 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. I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. 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. Instant access to gay audio sex stories with an Erotic Audio trial account.Įver since my first taste of the stuff, I've been hooked.
