The first taste

I was about 16 when I had my first taste of cum. I had developed a three orgasm a day schedule. Once in the morning as part of getting ready for school. Once when I got home from school (especially if I had gym that day). Once before I went to sleep. If I went all evening without jacking off, I couldn't sleep.

Sometimes, when everyone was asleep, I'd creep off to the bathroom and that's when I got my most creative. I had figured out that butt play was fun. Brush it with a finger. Use some spit to slide a finger inside. (Yeah, I tried shampoo and liquid soap. They kinda burned.) Then one day, my mother came across an old bottle of baby oil. My brother was long past baby stage. Years past. How that bottle had survived the purge of unneeded baby stuff so long was a mystery. Yeah, of course I grabbed it.

Now I had a lubricant and the possibilities were endless. Why with appropriate lubrication, I could do more than stick one finger partway into my hole. I could get two. Could I get three? Wow. All the way in too. My cock was rock hard as I slammed a trio of fingers up my hole. This was dirty, wrong, and I had an amazing orgasm when I came. Usually, I just went for a finger or two. Three took work and time.

One day, I decided that I wanted to try to see my fingers going up my hole. My mother had a hand mirror, but there was no way I could get that from my parents' bedroom to the bathroom. What was I going to say, "I wanted to look at my butthole as I stuffed some fingers up there"?

I was a limber teen and I wondered if I could curl up enough to see. Bracing myself against the tub, I got my legs up and over my head. And there it was.

As I noted, I really wasn't getting a lot of cock. Steve, from time to time at school, but he was such a jackass. There wasn't anyone else who looked like a good prospect. And there was my cock, practically hitting me on my cheek. My cock. I couldn't actually see my butthole (though I was getting a great view of my baby-oil slick hand). Could I get my cock in my mouth?

I opened my mouth and two exciting things were now happening. I was sucking cock. My cock was being sucked. I could tell what felt good and started to realize that certain things felt really good. See, we needed communication. We didn't tell each other what felt good. Here, I knew. There was instant feedback.

With a combination of stretching my neck and pulling my pelvis closer to my face, I actually managed a bit of in-and-out. My lips were on the shaft. It felt good. No, it felt great. Like playing with my friends it had the excitement of lips on my cock and at the same time having my lips on a cock. Did I actually need anyone?

My cock went in and out. The feelings were intensifying. I kept going. I felt my hole twitch around my fingers as cum spurted to the back of my mouth. This was hot. I greedily sucked my juice down, trying not to make too much noise as I had an intense orgasm. I was breathing heavily as the cum went down my throat.

Then I slid my fingers from my hole and slowly stretched back out again, lying on the bathroom floor for a few minutes. That was intense and I knew I would do it again. From time to time, since this took longer than a quick jack off, I'd close myself in the bathroom and blow myself.

I kept doing it, off and on, when I had privacy. After coming out, I did it a couple times for boyfriends, adding a little spice to our sex life. In my late 20s, I stopped as I was getting too thick around the middle. But middles can be trimmed.

Yeah, I can do it. I'm in my late 40s now and I can blow myself. Takes more prep than when I was 16. Though I can get slender enough, I'm still heavier than I was at 16. I don't get quite as much in anymore. Takes more time. I'm able to postpone the orgasm until I'm ready to cum. Still feels great. And I love swallowing my own cum.