Confessions of a new frozen cum lover
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 3:53 am
Chapter I – My First Multiple Loads
I have recently been turned on to the pleasures of eating my own frozen cum. I tried it several times in the past and enjoyed it, but have really become an aficionado lately. I’d like to share some recent experiences that have made me a disciple.
First, a little backgrounder on who I am and how I found this site. I was a selfer starting in my mid-teens in the mid-‘70s. Unfortunately, I was not blessed with a cock that easily reached my mouth; however, I was blessed with a physique that allowed my mouth to reach my cock fairly well. I could get my lips past the rim of the head and just reach the shaft. I favored the C, with the occasional plough. I could do this until about age 30, then I lost the gift. A number of years ago, I thought about getting back in the game and found this site. I have made a few half-hearted attempts at the recommended stretches and exercises, but gave up after a while. Being a husband and parent allows neither the time nor the privacy to do these workouts. And being over 50, the time I do have for exercise can be better spent doing things that keep my heart pumping and my cholesterol at bay.
But I still enjoy this site and I self-suck vicariously through those who share their stories, pics and videos. Thanks, guys!
So I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never drink directly from the straw again. I’d like to try sucking someone else, but I don’t see that happening. I do enjoy a good facial in the plough occasionally, but I’m so far away from my mouth that most of my load often misses the mark.
I am a bit loath to store my cum-cache in our freezer unless my wife is out of town. I have had a couple such opportunities recently, with another one coming soon.
The first came when she was attending a work seminar. My mother-in-law would be watching my sons during the day, and I was confident that she would not open any containers in the freezer.
I collected two loads in a shot glass. I put the glass on the nightstand and started enjoying myself. It would take a while before the load had thawed from the glass, but I didn’t mind waiting since I had something to keep me occupied. Once it did, I tipped the glass and the frozen cube slid into my mouth. I would say that I enjoyed the sensation more than the actual taste, but I really enjoyed having it there. As it thawed, I could tell that it was not a homogeneous liquid; I could feel bumps of thicker mass protruding as the liquid melted away.
I have never had the desire to guzzle quantities of cum like some others on this forum. And like many others, the desire to eat cum disappears at the exact moment when I produce it. How unfair. But I could tell that I would have no problem popping frozen cum cubes continually until I came. I finished into the glass and drank down my third load. It wasn’t as pleasurable as the cube, but I considered it to be part of the ritual and did it almost as a dare to myself.
As soon as possible, I began storing more loads. After depositing several in the shot glass, I found a sort of mini-ramekin in our cooking equipment drawer. I also began doing the collecting outdoors and naked after putting my sons to bed. The first time, I went no further than our back stoop. The next time, I ventured a little farther into our back yard. I suffer from occasional bouts of insomnia, and one night I awoke around 3 AM. I tend to be a bit bolder at that time than at 10 PM, and I walked around our back yard a bit before retreating to an area where I felt sufficiently protected, an area that is open in the right directions but covered where it needs to be.
It reminded me of walking around my parents’ backyard while masturbating when I was a teen. The more excited I got, the bolder I got. We had a street light right across the street, and I would walk around the house. Behind the bushes where they existed, then across the front stoop, then down the driveway to the backyard.
In my safe zone, I was holding my ramekin in one hand while my other hand was gainfully employed. I felt a cold drip on my cock and thought it was starting to rain, then realized it was condensation dripping from the bottom of the thawing ramekin. I captured my load, put it on ice, and went to bed.
My final tally was five loads: three in the shot glass and two in the ramekin.
The night I had been waiting for, the night before my wife came home, arrived. Conditions were perfect. A nice, warm night. The drought meant that mosquitoes were nearly absent. Not a cloud in the sky. One might think that clouds would be good since they block the moonlight. In our area, clouds reflect the light from the big city into our suburban yard. A scant three days after a new moon, there would be just a waxing crescent. Nice and dark.
I put my sons to bed, waited a while, then put my precious cargo in a lunch cooler and went outside. We have a Rainbow Play System in our backyard. You know, the ones with the red, yellow and blue covers. Ours has a penthouse. This is the area above the main castle. Two sides and the top are covered, with the ends open. I placed the cooler in the penthouse and hopped in the hammock. Opened my shorts and slid them down a bit, then started to play.
I was out there a while when the next-door neighbors’ floodlights came on. Our hot 9th-grade Latina neighbor was bringing their dogs out for their nightly constitutional. There is a very small tree that partially obscures the light from hitting our hammock, but I didn’t feel comfortable there and did up my shorts and went back inside. I watched some young (but not young enough) Latina porn while I waited for the dogs to do their dooty.
I went back to the hammock, undid my shorts, and started working it. It was time to clamber up to the penthouse and strip.
I started with the triple-load shot glass. The cum was frozen to the bottom, so I licked the streams from the side while it thawed. When that was gone, I poked the cum a bit until it freed from the glass, then let it slide into my mouth. It was yummy, but melted far too quickly. I waited a bit, and then went for the ramekin. I tipped it up, but the cum was frozen to it. I held it up and let it drip slowly into my eager mouth as it thawed. Finally, the double-load let loose and fell onto my tongue. It also melted far too quickly, and I licked the ramekin clean.
The cum was gone, but the taste lingered. Throughout all of this, I had been jacking off. It was time to get serious about cumming and I increased my stroke rate and intensity. I moved between various positions: standing, kneeling, squatting, sitting.
While standing, I leaned forward and put my shoulder against a support beam. I spit on my middle finger and worked it into my ass. This felt soooo good.
I was ready to cum. I knelt down and grabbed the ramekin from the cooler. I blew a load into the ramekin and proceeded to lick it clean. I have to admit that this was one of the least enjoyable post-cum loads that I have downed. My tongue hit the cold glass first, then was kind of shocked when it hit hot cum. I know, I know, I should not be shocked that fresh cum is hot, but I think that the previous ice-cold loads threw me.
Six loads in one night; a personal best! But records were made to be broken and I am hoping that it will be short-lived.
I got dressed and went inside, got in bed, and started planning my next excursion to the penthouse. The impromptu ass-play had me giving anal penetration a key role.
My wife got home the next day, and she and the boys would be leaving town for one night in just four days. Better keep planning; the penthouse awaits!
Stay tuned…
I have recently been turned on to the pleasures of eating my own frozen cum. I tried it several times in the past and enjoyed it, but have really become an aficionado lately. I’d like to share some recent experiences that have made me a disciple.
First, a little backgrounder on who I am and how I found this site. I was a selfer starting in my mid-teens in the mid-‘70s. Unfortunately, I was not blessed with a cock that easily reached my mouth; however, I was blessed with a physique that allowed my mouth to reach my cock fairly well. I could get my lips past the rim of the head and just reach the shaft. I favored the C, with the occasional plough. I could do this until about age 30, then I lost the gift. A number of years ago, I thought about getting back in the game and found this site. I have made a few half-hearted attempts at the recommended stretches and exercises, but gave up after a while. Being a husband and parent allows neither the time nor the privacy to do these workouts. And being over 50, the time I do have for exercise can be better spent doing things that keep my heart pumping and my cholesterol at bay.
But I still enjoy this site and I self-suck vicariously through those who share their stories, pics and videos. Thanks, guys!
So I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never drink directly from the straw again. I’d like to try sucking someone else, but I don’t see that happening. I do enjoy a good facial in the plough occasionally, but I’m so far away from my mouth that most of my load often misses the mark.
I am a bit loath to store my cum-cache in our freezer unless my wife is out of town. I have had a couple such opportunities recently, with another one coming soon.
The first came when she was attending a work seminar. My mother-in-law would be watching my sons during the day, and I was confident that she would not open any containers in the freezer.
I collected two loads in a shot glass. I put the glass on the nightstand and started enjoying myself. It would take a while before the load had thawed from the glass, but I didn’t mind waiting since I had something to keep me occupied. Once it did, I tipped the glass and the frozen cube slid into my mouth. I would say that I enjoyed the sensation more than the actual taste, but I really enjoyed having it there. As it thawed, I could tell that it was not a homogeneous liquid; I could feel bumps of thicker mass protruding as the liquid melted away.
I have never had the desire to guzzle quantities of cum like some others on this forum. And like many others, the desire to eat cum disappears at the exact moment when I produce it. How unfair. But I could tell that I would have no problem popping frozen cum cubes continually until I came. I finished into the glass and drank down my third load. It wasn’t as pleasurable as the cube, but I considered it to be part of the ritual and did it almost as a dare to myself.
As soon as possible, I began storing more loads. After depositing several in the shot glass, I found a sort of mini-ramekin in our cooking equipment drawer. I also began doing the collecting outdoors and naked after putting my sons to bed. The first time, I went no further than our back stoop. The next time, I ventured a little farther into our back yard. I suffer from occasional bouts of insomnia, and one night I awoke around 3 AM. I tend to be a bit bolder at that time than at 10 PM, and I walked around our back yard a bit before retreating to an area where I felt sufficiently protected, an area that is open in the right directions but covered where it needs to be.
It reminded me of walking around my parents’ backyard while masturbating when I was a teen. The more excited I got, the bolder I got. We had a street light right across the street, and I would walk around the house. Behind the bushes where they existed, then across the front stoop, then down the driveway to the backyard.
In my safe zone, I was holding my ramekin in one hand while my other hand was gainfully employed. I felt a cold drip on my cock and thought it was starting to rain, then realized it was condensation dripping from the bottom of the thawing ramekin. I captured my load, put it on ice, and went to bed.
My final tally was five loads: three in the shot glass and two in the ramekin.
The night I had been waiting for, the night before my wife came home, arrived. Conditions were perfect. A nice, warm night. The drought meant that mosquitoes were nearly absent. Not a cloud in the sky. One might think that clouds would be good since they block the moonlight. In our area, clouds reflect the light from the big city into our suburban yard. A scant three days after a new moon, there would be just a waxing crescent. Nice and dark.
I put my sons to bed, waited a while, then put my precious cargo in a lunch cooler and went outside. We have a Rainbow Play System in our backyard. You know, the ones with the red, yellow and blue covers. Ours has a penthouse. This is the area above the main castle. Two sides and the top are covered, with the ends open. I placed the cooler in the penthouse and hopped in the hammock. Opened my shorts and slid them down a bit, then started to play.
I was out there a while when the next-door neighbors’ floodlights came on. Our hot 9th-grade Latina neighbor was bringing their dogs out for their nightly constitutional. There is a very small tree that partially obscures the light from hitting our hammock, but I didn’t feel comfortable there and did up my shorts and went back inside. I watched some young (but not young enough) Latina porn while I waited for the dogs to do their dooty.
I went back to the hammock, undid my shorts, and started working it. It was time to clamber up to the penthouse and strip.
I started with the triple-load shot glass. The cum was frozen to the bottom, so I licked the streams from the side while it thawed. When that was gone, I poked the cum a bit until it freed from the glass, then let it slide into my mouth. It was yummy, but melted far too quickly. I waited a bit, and then went for the ramekin. I tipped it up, but the cum was frozen to it. I held it up and let it drip slowly into my eager mouth as it thawed. Finally, the double-load let loose and fell onto my tongue. It also melted far too quickly, and I licked the ramekin clean.
The cum was gone, but the taste lingered. Throughout all of this, I had been jacking off. It was time to get serious about cumming and I increased my stroke rate and intensity. I moved between various positions: standing, kneeling, squatting, sitting.
While standing, I leaned forward and put my shoulder against a support beam. I spit on my middle finger and worked it into my ass. This felt soooo good.
I was ready to cum. I knelt down and grabbed the ramekin from the cooler. I blew a load into the ramekin and proceeded to lick it clean. I have to admit that this was one of the least enjoyable post-cum loads that I have downed. My tongue hit the cold glass first, then was kind of shocked when it hit hot cum. I know, I know, I should not be shocked that fresh cum is hot, but I think that the previous ice-cold loads threw me.
Six loads in one night; a personal best! But records were made to be broken and I am hoping that it will be short-lived.
I got dressed and went inside, got in bed, and started planning my next excursion to the penthouse. The impromptu ass-play had me giving anal penetration a key role.
My wife got home the next day, and she and the boys would be leaving town for one night in just four days. Better keep planning; the penthouse awaits!
Stay tuned…