Swallowing My Own The First Time

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This story is part remembrance, and part audible meditation.

Disclaimer: it focuses on a young man who identifies as completely straight trying to square that with his desire to swallow his own semen. If this kind of content isn't your cup of tea, you might want to skip this one. Consider yourself notified, and be gentle in the comments and stars.

I wrote this one for myself. I sometimes like to use a female text-to-speech voice with the right tone and pacing to speak this kind of language back to me.

I've gotten a bunch of enjoyment from things other authors have shared. So, in the spirit of Literotica, I'm sharing this with anyone who might enjoy it.

If this is the kind of thing you're into.... Cheers!>

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Do you remember the first time you did it?

The first time you actually went through with it?

The first time you swallowed a warm mouthful of semen?

Yes, of course you do.

You'll never, ever forget it.

It was late. You were all alone in your room, safe behind the locked door.

All week long, you had been promising yourself that this time, this time, you were going to actually go through with it.

This time you were going to force yourself to go through with it.

This time, finally, you were going to have the courage.

For days, you had been edging yourself, bringing yourself right to the edge of orgasm, and then pressing hard right on that spot behind your scrotum, denying yourself again and again.

You were denying yourself pleasure at that moment, so that you could have the biggest, most satisfying orgasm when it was finally time.

Imagining how much more semen you knew your body would produce just made it that much more exciting.

You wanted your first time to be special, didn't you? A really, really big mouthful.

That's so sweet. It's the kind of thing a horny girl wishes for!

This desire, this desire to drink semen, it had been building for a while now, hadn't it?

Be honest. It's so much easier when you're honest.

You had been tasting that slippery trickle of pre-ejaculate oozing from the head of your cock as you teased and pleasured yourself for a long time now. It was taboo at first, but you loved something about it, didn't you?

It was a kind of self-acceptance, wasn't it? At least, that's what you told yourself.

It made you feel like you had done something a little bit forbidden whenever you tasted it, but it made you feel free somehow at the same time.

After you tasted it, and got used to it, you wanted to know what it would be like to have more. You wanted to know what it would feel like to swallow it down.

Like a greedy little come slut. Right?

But you didn't like to think about what that might mean, did you? You were straight! Right?

Why would a straight, healthy, all-american 18-year old want to drink semen? Why would you want to know what it felt like to swallow a mouth full of warm come?

Normal young men love watching their adoring girlfriends swallow down mouthfuls of warm come.

Beth had a grin on her face when she got on her knees in front of you, opened her mouth, ready and waiting for you to finish. She loved knowing you were watching her do it. That was part of the fun for her. The slime from eating her shaven pussy was still smeared all over your face, and she was trembling from a couple of back to back orgasms.

She wanted to swallow everything you could give her. You stroked yourself to an incredible orgasm, and ejaculated so much spunk into her mouth. Spurt after thick spurt into her waiting mouth. She loved it.

But you weren't normal, were you? Your cock was still spasming wildly as your orgasm receded. She looked up at you as she closed her mouth, gulped it all down, and the smiled, with a little bit of glee.

Without thinking, you knelt down to her so you were face to face, and kissed her, deeply. She was surprised, and excited.

None of her other boyfriends had ever wanted to kiss her afterwards.

It was a wet kiss. You could taste just a little semen lingering on Betsy's lips and tongue. Sharing it with you was so hot for her.

But, you wanted to know what it was like for her, didn't you?

No. You wanted to know what it's like to be her.

Can't you just admit it?

You remember that first night so well.

This was it.

You were stroking yourself with both hands, your entire body trembling. You had found a perfect little clear glass dish earlier that evening. You could feel yourself getting closer. You could feel the pleasure slowly building. You knew you were going to do something forbidden.

You thought about Margaret, Beth's friend, and that conversation a few months ago. You would never forget listening to her describe what it felt like to suck off her boyfriend.

You were hanging on every remembered word in that inappropriate conversation, when she described what it was like for her to give her boyfriend a blowjob, and coax him into coming in her mouth.

Margaret loved being on her knees. There was glee in her voice when she described her favorite part; that moment of stillness, right as the cock she was worshipping started to ejaculate into her waiting mouth.

Filling her mouth with powerful spurts of thick, warm spunk. She loved the pure feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction it gave her as she gulped it down.

God, it was hot listening to her talk that way. When she talked, you wondered what it would be like. What would it be like switch places with Margaret for that moment? What would it would taste like? What would it feel like to have a mouth full of warm semen?

Focus on Margaret, you thought, as your osgasm approached.

Focus on Margaret.

You wanted to know. You wanted to know why Margaret loved it so much.

You knew you were going to go through with it. You were finally going to know.

Focus on Margaret.

You want this. It's okay. It's natural to be curious. It's natural to want to know.

Focus on Margaret.

Your pleasure began to build. You knew it was only moments away.

When you finally started to orgasm, it was so incredibly powerful... So many thick, healthy spurts of cock slop.

You came like only an 18-year old can - five, six, seven, eight huge splorts of pearly semen, criss-crossing that little dish.

My God.

You knew you had edged, but this was rediculous.

As the glow of your orgasm began to subside... you didn't want to do it anymore.

If you couldn't keep a promise to yourself, what kind of person were you?

There was so much come for you. More than you thought you could produce.

It was beautiful, in a disgusting way. You couldn't stop looking at it.

Focus on Margaret, you told yourself. You wanted to know what it was like.

This was it.

You didn't know why, but you got down on your knees. It just felt right. You were trembling a little as you picked up the clear dish.

You were going to swallow this. All of it. Every drop. You breathed out, mentally getting ready, and trying not to think about what this might mean.

It was just a sex act. It was just you, in your own private space. You weren't hurting anyone. You needed to know what it was like. You needed to.

Timidly, you opened your mouth. You titled up the little dish, and closed your eyes, and the thick, warm ejaculate slid onto your tongue.

You needed all of it. You licked the dish until you had all of it.

You closed your mouth dutifully. Your mouth was filled with it. The tingling, earthy taste of male ejaculate. You breathed in deeply through your nose, and held still.

You held it in your mouth, breathing deeply, and tasting it.

This was the tase that Margaret loved. Swallowing it made her feel feminine.

You tilted your head back slightly, and gulped it all down.

You had done it!

Such a good, obedient boy.

What did you feel at that moment.

Pride? Shame? Accomplishment? Acceptance?

It was just a sex act. You weren't hurting anyone.

It's okay, sweetie.

It's okay to enjoy this.

It's okay.

It's okay to like this.

It's okay to want this.

It's okay to be a come slut.

You didn't know this, but in college, you will meet a young woman who's favorite place is on her knees, looking up at you with her mouth full of cock. A woman who loves teasing you until you come in her mouth, and then french kissing you with mouthfuls of your own spunk, in the sloppiest, most passionate kisses you've ever had.

And you'll love every moment of it.

You didn't know this, but someday in the future, you'll have a beautiful wife, who wants you to fuck her deeply, then lays back and opens herself wide in front of you, and coaxes you into covering her smooth,open pussy in your cum, and then orders you to lick her clean until she comes again.

And you'll want more.

Someday in the future, you'll have a beautiful wife who loves the feeling of your hot sperm hitting her skin, and whispers filthy things to you, and teases you until you finally decorate her beautiful asshole with all of your spunk. And then tells you to lick her clean.

You won't ever want to stop licking her beautiful, tight little asshole.

It's okay. It's okay to admit it.

Just whisper it.

I'm a come slut.

That's right, sweetie.

I'm a come slut.

Yes.

You are.