I should probably preface the story I am about to share by stating explicitly that I have never had a sexual experience with another man, nor do I find the idea appealing. I do not wish to offend anyone whose sexual appetite differs from mine, but I am strictly a heterosexual, for better or worse, attracted to women, specifically my wife of many years, although I do have occasional and recurring fantasies involving other women. But not men. Some may say it is unfortunate, I don't know, but men do not excite me or capture my sexual imagination. I often wonder with amazement how women even find men attractive. Don't misunderstand me, I am very glad they do, but that is another story anyway.
However, back to my point, I have swallowed many mouthfuls of semen, and I love it! I can't get enough! One could even say I am obsessed with swallowing semen, always thinking about my next mouthful. But it has always been my own. Typically this happens through sharing snowballs with my wife after I have reached orgasm inside of her skilled mouth, or eating the creampies we have made, both of which really turn me on, although there have also been many occasions when I have either forcibly or voluntarily swallowed copious amounts of my own love potion which was not previously ejaculated into one of my lovely wife's orifices.
Even this somewhat unspeakable act began innocuously enough, with my wife's assistance or prodding, and often as a kinky form of punishment. But as I discovered my love for the taste and texture of fresh semen, I began to crave it more and more, to the point where I am constantly trying to introduce unique variations to our lovemaking, each sexual adventure ultimately resulting in a creative way to fill my belly with semen. And even this has not been enough to satisfy my addiction!
When I am alone, I am similarly obsessed with discovering every possible way to swallow my semen, as its own reward, and my libido increases substantially just thinking about it.
I'll admit I haven't always been a semen addict, in fact there was a time not too long ago when I would have thought it was disgusting. Of course, that was before I actually tried swallowing something my wife had been consuming by the mouthful for years, without even giving it a second thought.
Like many men, I find it very sexy, and it really turns me on, when my wife swallows my load after I ejaculate into her mouth. And she has swallowed so much of my semen over the years, I don't think I could ever catch up even if she never consumed another drop.
But after years of watching the sexy way she swallowed everything I ever gave her, I couldn't help but wonder how it tasted. And I was never timid about kissing her beautiful mouth, one of her many fine attributes, even after she had just finished me off. So, without telling her my ultimate reason for doing so, I began kissing her passionately every time she released me from her hot mouth, even mid-session, before the job was completed, so to speak, and I finally got to sample my own semen.
Well, I'll admit to having some trepidation at first, but I totally loved it! Tasting my freshly-ejaculated semen in my wife's passionate kiss turned me on so much, my libido increased about ten-fold, and who would not enjoy that? It became my favorite aphrodisiac!
Our first shared mouthful of semen was unbelievably sensuous, and opened a previously locked door to many exciting new possibilities in our lovemaking, including our mutual affinity for snowballing, and later, my covert desire to make and eat a creampie, which finally happened, by the way, after I wrote a story about my fantasy and left it where my wife would find it.
Fast forward to the present day, and although the intimate time we share is always very pleasurable and should be enough to satisfy me even when we are not together, I still don't feel like I can ever get enough. What else can I tell you? I am addicted to my own semen, constantly thinking about my next mouthful.
Of course, when we are together, I am totally committed to sharing orgasmic bliss with the woman I love, in every way possible. And it is never boring! But when I am home alone, I spend a lot of time achieving my own lustful pleasure, and it turns me on incredibly to swallow my own semen after I have reached an orgasm, by my own hand, so to speak.
Over time I have tried various methods of accomplishing this, from licking my fresh load straight out of my palm, to ejaculating into a cup and pouring it slowly down my throat. The satisfying taste, and the intense libidinous rush I experience when I swallow a load of semen, is basically the same regardless of how it gets into my belly. But my favorite solo technique for swallowing semen, and the one I practice most often, is when I ejaculate directly into my own mouth.
If I was a little more flexible, or about one or two inches longer, I could reach my mouth into position to lick and suck myself to orgasmic nirvana, and I have to admit, when my wife brings me to climax with her talented mouth, it is just about the most intense sexual feeling imaginable. However, since I cannot physically do that, at least not yet, although I try often, I have to rely on Sir Isaac Newton's greatest discovery: gravity. Without much difficulty, I am adept at positioning myself in such a way as to reach orgasm immediately above my eager mouth, which is gaping wide in anticipation of the hot load brewing in my loins.
One of the greatest feelings for me, not counting the orgasm itself, is the sensation of my first agglomeration of semen landing in the back of my throat. It feels unbelievably sexy when I move it with my tongue to the front of my mouth, and I love to savor the taste before swallowing it, but I have to do this quickly, as further dollops of my ejaculated semen will undoubtedly follow in very short order and land on my lips or chin if my mouth is not open.
Of course, this is all considering I score a direct hit, which I fortunately am able to do about three-quarters of the time, and I am continually getting better with practice. Regrettably, sometimes the first and most voluminous offering of semen lands on my cheek, chin, neck, or forehead, and there have even been instances when I have taken it in the eye, although, as I mentioned, my aim is getting better with practice, and I do practice quite a bit, especially when my wife is not home.
Needless to say, my semen tastes just as amazing to me whether or not it finds my mouth directly, and it is really no bother scooping it up with one or more fingers and sucking them clean. But I do enjoy the direct hit best.
I often fantasize about being able to reach my erection into my own mouth, as I would suppose do many men, although I have not taken a survey. As I mentioned, I try very often to do this, but I have neither the flexibility nor length to have succeeded thus far.
It is therefore a frequent fantasy of mine, since I cannot yet accomplish auto-fellatio on my own, to turn my favorite solo act into a duet, with my lovely wife's assistance in reaching the tip of my erection into my mouth.
Here is how that fantasy plays out:
I remove my pants and underwear, as I usually do in these instances, and assume my favorite position for self gratification on our family room love-seat so that my feet are leaning against the wall above my head and I am stroking myself downward toward my open mouth. My excitement rises as I rapidly approach orgasm, imagining how delicious and sexy the first luscious glob of my semen will taste.
The sound I hear from the foyer cannot be my wife returning home already, as she hasn't been gone that long. Or has she?
I slow my pace but continue to hold my throbbing erection just inches above my greedy mouth as I listen for any further indication that my solitude is being interrupted. Just as I extend my tongue to try in vain to lick the tip of the object of my desire, I feel a presence and immediately hear my wife's voice asking incredulously, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I pant. I try to stop, but it would be easier to extinguish a wildfire with a water pistol than the private fire which is burning out of control between my legs.
"Nothing?" she repeats sarcastically. "Is this what you do when I'm not home?"
"No," I answer quickly, then mumble sheepishly, "Yes."
"I see," she says slowly, as though still taking in the scene: pants off, legs up, hand gripping throbbing erection, yanking downward toward open mouth.
After a moment, she adds, "Do you need any help?"
The sexual rush I get as a result of being caught in the process of such a degenerated act immediately triples my libido!
As she is speaking, I reach my orgasm and somehow manage to catch the first delectable glob of semen in the back of my throat, involuntarily eliciting a slurping sound as I move the load around inside of my mouth and swallow it down. Additional quantity follows, and I catch as much of it as I can in my mouth, with some of the residual landing on my cheek and chin. I quickly scoop up the stray semen with one finger and suck it clean while my wife continues to watch with wide eyes.
"Why don't you just suck yourself," she asks, "if you like the taste of your own semen so much?"
