I Want to Taste Your Semen

I have several stories here dealing with incest and 'gay' subject matter. This story involves both, so if either of those offend you, move on. Though I don't consider a little 'bi' play among otherwise heterosexual men to make you gay, I was scolded by a reader for not categorizing a story as 'gay' even though it was an isolated incident between two married and fully heterosexual men.

Also - the characters in this story are based on actual characters that are WELL over 18 years of age and fully consenting.

With those two disclaimers out if the way, let's move on to the fun part. Please vote and comment on this story! Feel free to contact me with suggestions and comments!

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Screwing up my courage and reasoning 'it can hurt to ask, right?' I pushed open the door to my brother's room and spoke before I could chicken out: "I want to taste your semen."

My brother just looked at me as if I had three heads.

"What?" He stared.

I said again, slowly, "I want to taste your semen."

"That's what I thought you said." He finally replied.

We both just stood there for a moment, then he gestured for me to come into his room and sit. He closed the door behind me and sat on his bed facing me. He was silent for a moment, then looked up and spoke slowly.

"What. I mean why do, do you want to taste my semen? I mean, what was it that made you say that?" He stared at me intently. At least he didn't laugh or throw me out of his room.

"Well," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I was - um - strok.. um - ah - ok, masturbating the other day." I paused, not being familiar with speaking so plainly to my brother about such things. "And when I - uh - when I ..."

"Came?" He interjected.

"Um yeah. When I came - it shot out pretty far - um - and some landed in my mouth."

"Wow. You must have been pretty excited, I mean, aroused for it to shoot up to your mouth." He said, matter of factly.

"Yeah, I guess so." I admitted.

"And?" He prompted.

"Well, at first I was surprised, and a little grossed out. But, um, it didn't taste as bad as some people say.

"Some people?" He asked. "Like who?"

"Well, like women who write about giving blowjobs and when the guy cums in their mouth. They say it tastes bitter, or like bleach, or - well, seems like most women think it's pretty disgusting."

"And?" He asked, drawing me out.

"Like I said, at first I was grossed out by it, but it really didn't taste -that- bad. A little salty I guess. Maybe a little metallic - like if you put a dime in your mouth - or like some of those zinc lozenges you take for a cold. But I guess it's really just mostly 'neutral' tasting."

"So?" He probed again.

"Um, so next time I ..."

"Jerked off?" He grinned.

"Yeah" I admitted. "Next time when I - um - came, I tasted it again. A bigger taste."

"And?"

"Like I said, it's not all that bad as they say." I hesitated.

He just stared at me until I continued.

"Um, so next time..... I got a soup spoon from the kitchen - and I ... um, I ... when I was ready to cum... I ... I directed my cum into the spoon." I managed to stammer out.

He looked a little disgusted, but didn't say anything at first. Then asked, "and you - you - ate the spoonful of your - semen?"

"I'm. Yeah. I kinda hesitated, then just did it real fast before I could chicken out."

"And?" He asked again.

"It wasn't so bad. I mean, it's not great, but it's not terrible. I mean, I wouldn't want to have a bowl full of it or anything. But," I went on, "if guys expect their girlfriends to swallow it - then shouldn't they be at least willing to taste it too?" I asked - hoping he'd agree that this wasn't totally unreasonable.

"Well, I guess that makes some sense." He admitted.

"and," I added, "it felt incredibly sexy, very naughty - to swallow all of my cum. It was a surprising turn-on."

"Hmmmmm" was all he said to that.

"Have you ever tasted yours?" I asked, hoping for some common ground.

"No"

"Never?" I almost pleaded.

"No. I never even thought about it I guess." He said.

"Hmmm." I thought. "What about your pre-cum?"

"Pre-cum?" He looked puzzled. "What's that?"

"Um, that stuff that seeps out of your cock before you cum." I replied.

"No. Not that either." He shook his head. "Do you taste everything that comes out of your body?!" He asked, looking a bit shocked. "No! Wait. Don't answer that!" He said, looking pretty horrified.

I laughed. "No. Well, I mean I've cut myself and - you know if you put a cut finger in your mouth... the blood."

"Yeah, well, I think everybody has done that." He calmed a bit.

"Oh - I think I did taste a little of my urine once. I mean, some people drink theirs...."

He held up his hand. "Please stop..."

I laughed. "That's all - I promise."

He swallowed and looked relieved. "You had me scared there did a second..."

I just sat and waited for him to speak.

"So why do you want to taste -my- semen?" He finally asked.

"Well," I replied, "mostly to see if it tastes like mine. Um, and, um... to see what it's like to swallow something from somebody else's body....."

He paused, looking thoughtful.

"I can't say I've ever really thought about that. Then again, I don't swallow spoonfuls of my cum either."

"So could I?" I asked quietly.

"Well..." he hesitated.

"Please?" I asked.

"Um, how do you want to do this?" He considered, "Should I just.... cum in a spoon and you could..."

"No." I replied, "I think that would be kinda weird."

"Oh? Like this whole conversation hadn't been 'kinda weird'?" He laughed.

"OK," I laughed, "you've got me there. But, I don't want you to cum in a spoon for me."

"Then what?" He looked puzzled.

"Well, I want to taste your pre-cum too."

"How does that taste? Like cum, semen?" He asked - looking genuinely curious.

"No, it's different." I smiled, "it's actually pretty nice. A little salty. Not much taste. But really slippery. And...."

"And what?" He asked.

"It's very.... erotic. Very sexy. I dunno how to explain it."

"So how do you want to..." he just looked at me.

"Well, there's another thing." I slowly said.

He was silent.

"There's the whole 'response' thing when I ... " I couldn't say the word easily for some reason, "when I ... masturbate. There, I said it. Anyway, if I go really slow and take my time, my cock does all these really cool and exciting things."

"Cool and exciting things?" He looked like he was expecting a punch line.

"You know," I replied, "you know, like how your cock gets hard, and you start slowly stroking it... and the good feelings start to build up. And then your cock starts seeping that pre-cum. And the - if you can control yourself and stay going slow - when you start getting close to cumming, your cock swells up even bigger, and gets really, really hard, and then - like before you really cum - semen starts to leak out - and then - ummm - the floodgates open and the cum starts shooting out and - yum - the orgasm just - wow." I paused, admitting something new. "I'd like to find out what that's all like - from a different point of view...".

I stopped and looked up at him. He was staring at me, mouth open, eyes vacant.

He shook his head a little.

"I can't believe - you just gave me a really huge erection...."

I blushed.

"So," he finally asked, "what should I do? How do you wanna taste my semen - and my pre-cum? I mean, do you want to stroke my cock until I cum? Then what?"

"Well, I guess we -could- try it that way." I slowly said, "but..."

"But?" He asked.

"But... I think I'd rather try it.... Um.... With your cock .... In my mouth."

I stopped speaking and left the ball fully in his court.

It couldn't have been more than ten or fifteen seconds, but felt like several minutes before he spoke again.

"You want... you want to ... give me a blowjob? 'Head?' Oral sex? You want to suck my cock and have me .... Cum in your mouth?"

I paused, but had only one answer to all of those questions.

"Yes." Was all I said.

He looked around. "When?"

"Whenever you want." I said. "Later. Tonight. Tomorrow. When you decide. Now?"

Nobody else was home, but he got up and locked the door anyway. Then came back to sit on the bed.

"OK - how do you want to do this?" He asked, his voice shaking a bit.

"Well, you said I gave you a huge erection, right?"

He nodded. "Huge. Hard. Almost painfully hard."

"Then 'now' seems like a good time."

I got up out of his chair. Looked him in the eye for a moment, then got down on my knees in front of him.

I motioned for him to stand up and move closer to where I was kneeling. He slowly moved to stand in front of me.

Without saying anything, I reached up and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I guided them down his long - quivering - legs and helped him step out of them one leg at a time.

"Take off your shirt." I whispered.

He slid his T-shirt off as I took off his socks one at a time.

"You need my socks off? He asked, curious.

"I just think totally naked is best." I said.

Looking up at him as he tossed his shirt on the bed, I asked softly, "are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess" he replied.

From the bulge in his Jockeys - he was definitely ready. The head of his cock was practically poking out the waistband, and there was a distinctly wet spot soaking through the white material.

My hands were shaking as I reached up to take the elastic waistband of his underwear in my fingers and gently tug them down. I had to pull the fabric away from his smooth belly to free his hard cock. As I slid his underwear down over his round butt, the sight of his hard cock fully in view almost overwhelmed me. I'm not badly endowed, sporting an 'average' six or maybe six and a half inches with nice girth. He, on the other hand, got the 'big' genes in the family apparently. His erect cock was every bit of seven inches if not more. As thick as mine but longer and nicely proportioned. Where the head of my cock is mostly round and blunt, his had a compound curve that gave it a much more elegantly erotic shape. Sliding his underwear down and off his long legs gave me ample opportunity to study his cock very close-up. Again, it was probably only seconds, but the unveiling of his cock and my awe seeing it fully for the first time seemed like much longer.

"Is it OK?" He nervously asked.

"OK?" I stammered out, voice sticking in my throat. "It's fucking beautiful!" I gushed.

"Really?!" He asked, surprised.

"Gawd yes!" I told him. "I'm jealous."

My brother wasn't a 'sexy' person. More bookish. A nerd. An intellectual. So his mind didn't live in a constant stream of thoughts about sex like mine does. So having someone tell him his cock was beautiful was probably about the last thing he ever expected to hear.

I rocked back and sat on my heels looking up at my naked brother. His fully erect cock pointing mostly skyward and a drop of crystal fluid forming at the tip and ready to roll down that magnificent hard shaft. I'd never been in this position before and was fairly trembling with excitement and anticipation. Though he didn't say as much, I could tell that he was too. Though I had been thinking of this moment for ages, and planning how to bring it about for weeks, he had likely never imagined it.

"I'm dying to take your cock in my mouth Ron, are you ready for me to do that? I've told you what I want and why, but do you have anything to say before I do this?" I asked as calmly as I could manage.

"Um, no. Not really. But I should tell you that sometimes when I cum, I cum an awful lot. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"I'm as ready as I can be. I mean, this is all new to me so I don't know, but I do want you to cum a lot. I want you to give me a good taste of your semen and find out what it's like to have a hard cock cumming in my mouth."

He nodded. "In that case, please start! My cock is so hard it hurts, and I'm feeling like I could explode."

I raised up on my knees and steadied myself by putting my hands on his hips. Without overthinking it, I gently licked up the underside of his rock hard cock from where it met his balls up to where the shaft meets the head. I pursed my lips and gently slid them side to side, gathering that seeping drop of pre-cum on my lips. I licked it off and was instantly horny as hell. Just as I find my own pre-cum to be an aphrodisiac, his made my cock deep as well.

He let out a low moan as I gently licked his shaft and kissed the underside of the swollen head. I looked up at him, seeing a rare look of lust in his eyes.

"Guide your cock into my mouth Ron." I whispered.

He nodded and took his cock with his thumb and two fingers, and bent it down close to level. I opened my mouth slightly, licked my lips, and invited my brother to take my until-then, virgin mouth with his manly cock. He placed the tip of his sculpted cock head between my lips, then placed a hand on the back of my head, and slowly pushed his cock into my mouth a couple of inches.

We moaned in unison as we both experienced the pleasure of wet lips on hard cock.

He dropped his hand and allowed me to set the pace and explore his cock with my lips and tongue as I desired. I could taste more and more seeping drops of that crystal fluid flowing onto my tongue. I savored the heady taste, and spread it over the head of his cock with my tongue. He moaned again feeling my tongue sliding slickly over and around the head of his cock.

I slid my lips up and down the first couple inches of his throbbing cock, spreading that slick mix of precum and my saliva making sure to thoroughly lube up where the flared corona of his cock meets the hard shaft. We were both in heaven as I slowly got his cock nice and wet and started sliding my lips up and down.

"Oh my gawd...." he moaned, "that feels SO good....."

I thought it felt good - and tasted good. I'd gotten that first taste I had asked for - his seeping crystal clear precum. Salty, heady, incredibly erotic - and very slick.

I tried to go slow - I really did. But I was so excited, and he was so turned on that a long session or any "edging" was just not to be. He was seeping furiously and I was enjoying what he was giving me, so I gradually took his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Every time I took him a bit deeper, he responded with a moan, sigh, or shudder of pleasure. I guess my lips were sliding over about four or so inches of the seven he was offering me - and I wanted to see how much of that hard cock I could get into my mouth.

I slid my hands up his thighs and cupped his bottom cheeks, then gently started pulling him closer to me. Pulling his cock deeper into my mouth. He put his hands on mine, pushing gently forward as I pulled, getting a rhythm going as his cock slid in and out of his mouth.

I wanted to surrender control to him. To feel submissive. To have him feel dominant. To have him know that I was on my knees for his pleasure - in turn - pleasing me by giving me his cock. I wanted to stoke his male ego and breeding instinct to encourage him to cum as hard as possible. I wanted him to focus on his pleasure. Something inside me 'needed' to give him the best orgasm possible.

I took his wrists in my hands and guided his hands to the back of my head, then let go. He followed my lead by firmly - though gently - pulling my head toward him, and my mouth down on his cock. I wanted him to be setting the pace and taking control of his own pleasure.

With my hands now free, I alternately stroked and caressed his bottom, and gently cupped and stroked his testicles and perineum as he guided his cock in and out of my mouth, going deeper and deeper as his arousal and excitement grew. I felt the weight of his manly testicle in one hand while feeling his buttocks clench with each forward thrust.

Our moans were more frequent now, though his were much louder than mine. An occasional "feels so good" or "yeah, just like that" escaped his lips and I could hear his breathing become deeper and a bit faster.

Soon I felt his balls pulling up, his scrotum tightening as both the pace of his thrusting and his breathing accelerated. There was still an inch or two of his cock that wasn't getting into my mouth - which was fine - as I was just barely able to deal with the five or so inches he was thrusting into my mouth. The whole time it seemed as though his cock was growing both in length as well as thickness as he grew more and more aroused - and close to orgasm.

"Oh yes.... Oh yes... oh yes...." He panted as I felt a new trickle of fluid start to flow from his cock. A different taste and sensation. Not the previous slick fluid, but the beginnings of a fully-charged prostate and seminal vesicles beginning to overflow. I felt his cock begin to twitch, then swell even thicker than before. It seemed to curve upwards against the roof of my mouth.

"Oh my GAWD!" He moaned as he started to shudder. His thrusts became erratic as I felt his testicle pulse in my hand. His urethra bulged against my lower lip and tongue and the first jet of his semen coursed the length of his cock and spurt from the head of his cock. It was copious! But it was dwarfed by the next three or four forceful jets of hot semen that quickly followed, filling and flooding my mouth with his seed.

His thrusts were now like mini-convulsions. Five, six, seven contractions of his glutes - each accompanied by a spurt of semen. Eight, nine, ten - all as full as the previous ones.

His body was rigid as he held my head firmly in place as he ejaculated his full load of semen into my mouth. The last few spurts were smaller and weaker, but still added to the load of his potent seed that he pumped into my mouth. He held my head firmly a few more seconds as the pulsations of his cock weakened and faded away. He had done as I asked - given me quite a 'taste' of his cum. In fact, emptying himself into my mouth.

Weak and a bit dizzy, he released my head and shakily staggered back to sit in the bed. His cock slipping from my mouth. Drained, but still fully erect. Glistening now with my saliva and just a trace of his cum.

I sat back in my heels again. Mouth full of my brother's cum. Savoring the unique taste and mentally cataloging it. Comparing it to my own. Enjoying it and the incredibly erotic experience of tasting my brother's semen. I swallowed, and swallowed again, taking his semen and making it a part of me. Licking my lips and enjoying the final taste of his cock.

We both sat quietly for a few moments. He - clearing his head and enjoying the afterglow of an intense orgasm. And I on my heels, calming down after experiencing a fantasy that I desired for so long. I broke the silence first.

"How was it?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant - but in reality being intently interested in the quality of the oral sex I had just performed.

"It. Was. Incredible." He answered weakly. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard." He added.

"No? Never?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Definitely not."

"How about compared to other blowjobs?" I inquired, not so much fishing for compliments as merely curious about how I had done.

"Uhhhhh - that was the first blowjob I've ever had." He smiled.

"What!? Really??" I asked, not believing I heard correctly.

"Really. You know I don't get out much - and the few 'dates' I've been on are more like colleagues attending technical seminars."

"Wow. I never dreamed I'd be giving you your first blowjob." I replied.

"But I hope not the last....." he smiled. Then quickly added, "So you've had your 'tastes' of my semen and my pre-cum - and got to find out what an orgasming cock is like from the 'other side'. What did you think?"

"I thought it was great! I'd say your semen tastes pretty much like mine, but I'm not 100% sure. And I definitely liked finding out what a cock in my mouth feels and tastes like." I thought for a beat, "Did you say 'I hope not the last'? Does that mean you wouldn't mind doing this again?" I asked, hoping I had heard right.