Queso Blanco

I remember this one day in college, it was July, in the middle of summer classes. I was a poor student, hated studying, hated waking up early, just really wanted to lay around all day playing video games and smoking grade a medicinal weed. I was only going to alleviate my parents bitching about how I need to grow up by going to school. It was my favorite time of year, and in my opinion I was wasting it going to school. The hot weather made me want to do nothing but smoke a bowl and jack off, so I did as soon as my house was empty each morning.

It was like clock-work, by 8:45, my mom had just closed the front door. I threw on shorts, quickly smoked a couple of bowls on the deck, and returned to my bed. I started massaging my cock through my moist boxer briefs. My foreskin was moist and I was half hard, pre-cum smeared my palm. Sometimes I feel I don't produce enough pre-cum as other guys, it takes me a little while to get a little bead of it, but I cherish what I can get. I bring my palm to my face and lick it clean. It tastes so good, and I know it's a tease of what's to come.

Tugging on my balls, I could feel cum churning inside. I slowly play with my foreskin, pulling it back halfway and enjoying the sensation along with the scent. I had just gotten off prior to falling asleep, and last nights cum was still keeping my dickhead moist. Fully pulling all the skin back, I could really get a whiff of that beautiful mix of piss, pre-cum, and cum. The cool air felt good on my cockhead.

After pushing my limits and keeping my cum flood gates closed when they want to open so badly, I continue to tease myself by slowly, but tightly tugging on the sensitive bulging head of my dick. Closing my eyes and taking in the sensation, I know the time is near, my prostate convulses and the clear fluid on the tip of my dick quickly turns white and cum pours all over my pubes and abdomen. I tug on my balls as they empty themselves, and the sensation is amazing. I stroke my dick a few more times to get all the cum out, and then bring my cum covered hand to my face and selfishly lick all the cum off and proudly swallow my bitter sticky cum.

Completely tired and satisfied with the taste of cum in my mouth, I turn my head to the clock, it reads, 10:15.

"Fuck".

Class starts in 15 minutes, and campus happened to be 20 minutes away. I've already missed four classes, one more and my grade goes to a D. Half in a daze of recovering from a good nut, I got up, went to the bathroom, pissed, and was on my way. Driving to class I was licking my hands of cum. It was 89 degrees, the AC sucked, and I was free-balling with a pair of mesh shorts. By the time I had to walk the extra distance for parking, I was late to class by ten or fifteen minutes. The walk was brutal and hot, I could feel the moisture building up between my piss slit and foreskin. My lower back and ass were wet. I got in class, and every seat was taken but one, I was lucky. There was one, halfway back, behind this quiet kid who I never spoke to. I was still high and just wanted to sit, I started to zone out in class, he turned around and said

"You smell that?"

I said, "No."

He turned to the girl next to him, asked her, she said,

"My sinuses are stuffed, I can't smell anything."

He looked around looking for where the smell is coming from.

"I can't describe it, it's weird, almost like "B.O., but definitely different".

My cock jumped.

"I don't know dude, I don't smell anything"

I sat there grinning the rest of class knowing this "straight guy" with a sour look on his face was inhaling the scent of my cum and piss marinating underneath my wet foreskin in the July heat. Each summer I forget how easy cheese making is. All it takes is a couple of days of marinating a delicate blend of pre-cum, piss, cum, and humidity to create such a delicacy. The walk from the parking ensured the cheese "cure" for a stronger smell and taste. There was no protecting him from that smell, he was lucky the windows were open that day. I was lying when I said I didn't smell anything. I started faintly being able to smell myself and I wanted more. I discretely sneaked my hand into my shorts, probed the wet depths of my foreskin with my finger, mining for gold. I felt the soft creamy texture coating my nail. I pulled it out and up to my nose. I breathed in slowly, taking in the acidity of my freshly made Rican "queso blanco". I greedily smear the fresh salty cheese on my tongue while pretending to grab something on the floor. He turned around once more,

"You still don't smell that, it's getting stronger!"

I shook my head.

Everyone around was starting to look at him like he's crazy, he knew he could smell something, and I knew too.