Confessions of a new frozen cum lover

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ssfan
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Confessions of a new frozen cum lover

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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…

ssfan
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Re: Confessions of a new frozen cum lover

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Chapter II – Just One Awesome Fresh Load

I had two days to accumulate before my night home alone. This is not a lot of time, especially when they are workdays and I was afraid to use the freezer. I captured a load on night one and looked for a place to store it, but I just wasn’t comfortable with any spot in the freezer as far as not being found, and I dumped it. This bothered me both as a cum-eater, and as someone who was raised Catholic and taught to not spill thy seed.

The next night my wife wanted sex, an occasion that happens infrequently enough that I couldn’t justify passing it up just to save a load for eating.

So I was going into my night alone with zero loads on ice. Not exactly a Cum Fest.

But the rest of my plan could still proceed; a nice jerk-off with anal penetration in the penthouse. I have never had any dedicated sex toys, so when I want to try something I look for a household item that I can repurpose. I searched the house and found several candidates. I decided on a nail-pulling tool that was left behind by a construction crew. It has a steel, hexagonal shaft with a claw at a right angle to it on the business end. The other end has a four-inch rubber handle that is ribbed for gripping. The handle is about one-inch thick in the middle and tapers to the ends. I thought that this would be a good size and that the variation in diameter might feel good. In the past, I had always used constant-diameter items. I made sure the tool was nice and clean.

We were in the grip of a heat wave, with temperatures tickling triple digits nearly every day. Something cold might be in order and I came up with the idea of an ice dildo. I realize that there are a lot of creative people out there and that most good thoughts have already been thunk, so I had no delusions of having invented this, but I can honestly say that I had never heard of one and that I came up with the idea independently of anyone else. I liked the idea that it would be self-lubing with no residue.

Again, I would use household items, and my best candidate was a freezer pop wrapper. To have one on my special night, I would need to make one before my family left. I felt that I could come up with an explanation if it was found. I filled the wrapper with water and closed it with a binder clip. The wings of the binder clip suspended the wrapper from the freezer shelf. I would see how it turned out and make another before work in the morning.

In the morning, I attached the claw of the tool to the penthouse floor with electrical wire. This left the tool standing vertically for hands-free riding.

I went to work and spent the day in anticipation.

When I got home that evening, I realized that I had forgotten to make my second ice dildo. Crap! It would never freeze in time. Or would it? I took a wrapper, squeezed some crescent shaped icemaker cubes into it, alternating them for tightest fit. I filled the remaining void with water and suspended it like the other one.

Another cloudless night. First quarter moon, so it would be a bit brighter. It would be behind some thin trees at the start. Temperature hit 102 F that day and it was still around 90 F, but there was a really nice breeze blowing.

As the sun was sinking, I put the lubricant and my cooler with the ice dildos in the penthouse and climbed into the hammock. I brought a 22 oz. Trader Joe’s beer with me. It was nice to get an earlier start and not have to wait for my sons to go to bed. But I couldn’t start too early. The problem with sunset is that it is hard to determine when it is dark enough, and I was eager to get started.

When it was, I unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my shorts. When I can’t get naked, a naked torso is a nice compromise. I stroked while drinking my beer. I knew good things awaited me upstairs, but it can be hard to stop to change locations once I start. The moon had climbed above the trees and was shining directly on me, and when I could use my cock as a moon dial I grabbed my beer bottle and it was penthouse time.

I would start with the dildo made from cubes. As I unwrapped it, one cube broke off. I thought that might happen, but there are worse things to lose in one’s ass than water and I was not concerned about the rest breaking. I played around the anus a bit before trying to go in. The ends were a bit pointy, and it wasn’t the best shape for the task. There is a reason that poop is round, I guess.

After the dildo melted a bit, I was able to work it in and the cold felt really good. I haven’t been in this hole very often, and I had to move it around a bit to find the position that provided deepest penetration. After it melted down to about 6 inches I could fully insert it and then force it out. One time, it did not come out, but it had just gotten hung up on the folds of the anus.

Next, I lubed the tool and lowered myself onto it. It felt good going in but a bit uncomfortable coming out. I think that a constant diameter would be better. I rode it for a good while.

Then, it was the beer bottle’s turn to get lubed. I lay down, put my feet up on a beam of the Play System and worked it in and out. I knelt and rode it, and then I got on all fours and backed into it, the bottom of the bottle supported by the penthouse wall.

At one point, the neighbors’ floodlights came on and hot Latina girl came out with the dogs. I was able to move to one side of the penthouse and watch her from the shadow. One of the dogs got something stuck in its fur and she picked it out before going inside. They didn’t turn the lights off immediately, but did after a few minutes.

I did another round with each toy. I would insert the dildo for a while, then pull it out and rub it against my cock, balls, taint and thighs. It felt really good on a hot night.

I had been stroking during and between toys, and now it was time to get serious. I went through a variety of positions. I stood up and poked my head and torso out of the penthouse. The breeze felt good.

I knelt down and rolled my cock between my palms. Jackin’ World calls this the “warm-up” but I always referred to it as “rolling the Play-Doh snake.” This is very nostalgic for me; my first technique, it was taught to me by an older cousin when I was six. I have always appreciated what my cousin did for me; it might have been years before I learned this somewhere else. I immediately taught my best friend and we would do this together on sleepovers. It was very innocent and we really didn’t know what we were doing, just that it “tickled.” Our tender, young wieners would be left sore and swollen. The friend moved away in third grade and I never had another jackin’ partner.

For the finish, I switched to the standard grip so I could catch the load in the other hand. I licked it up. This time, it was the tastiest post-cum load that I ever had. I savored it before drinking it down.

I had to get rid of my beer. I stuck my upper torso out of the penthouse and peed. I didn’t bother to get dressed. I grabbed my belongings and headed into the house.

It was 11:30. The whole event took about 2-1/2 hours. I showered and went to sleep.

A rather lengthy story for just one load, and it wasn’t even frozen, but it sets the stage for the final part of my adventure. This one is shaping up to be a Cum Fest that I might never break. I’m currently in the accumulation phase and already well ahead of my six-load record.

I plan to include a healthy dose of ass-play as well. The tool was worth trying, but not worth repeating. I’m liking the ice dildo and have some improvements in mind.

More to come…

ssfan
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Re: Confessions of a new frozen cum lover

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Chapter III – The Accumulation

My family will be gone again for three nights, 18 days after the night detailed in Chapter II. After they returned from that trip, I went back to business as usual, and didn’t think about a Cum Fest for a while. I decided that I needed to get over my reluctance to store loads in the freezer, and found a spot that was almost assuredly safe. I want my Cum Fest!

I captured my first load in the house while watching porn. It was fun, but not that fun. Those following along at home can deduce that I have been masturbating for about 45 years. I am getting a bit jaded, and might be getting a bit of “old man’s penis.” To truly enjoy this, I would need to make the extracting as exciting as the ingesting.

I came up with the following rules, or more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules (I love that line!):

1. A goal of 10 loads. This was day one. Cum Fest would be on day 10. My family would be home through day 7. I would be working on six of the accumulation days and on Cum Fest itself (lame company holiday policy!). This could be tough, but a goal should be tough.
2. Avoid “routine” loads. I’ve jerked off to porn countless times. This isn’t going to be about jerking off next to the freezer just to get a load.
3. Whenever possible, loads were to be captured outdoors and fully naked.
4. No loads that would not be captured.

To help with both 1 and 2, I would utilize the bathrooms at work, storing the cache in the lunchroom freezer. I partially filled a Tupperware container with water, leaving enough room for the container, and put it in the freezer. This cum-cooler would keep existing loads cold in the bathroom stall while I was getting ready to add to it. I found that about three loads per cube works well for me. I would use more if I had more total loads, but I would run out of cubes too quickly if they were larger. The fridge/freezer gets cleaned periodically, so I wrote notes on the bag in two languages to not throw it away, indicating that it would be “consumed” by 8/15/12. I would use the same cooler system at home.

Here is a rundown of the loads to date:

Load 1 (day 1): The aforementioned routine porn-watching load.

Load 2 (day 1) and load 4 (day 2): The benefits of insomnia. I went to bed at my normal time. I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I started playing. I was careful to not get too close and risk violating rule 4. When my wife came to bed, I got up. Took my cum-cooler to my safe zone, threw my shorts and shirt on the fence and made my deposit.

Load 3 (day 2), load 5 (day 3) and load 9 (day 6): Bathroom stalls at work. I work in a building about a five-minute walk from the corporate headquarters. It is a small facility and we usually know who is not at their desk. I had or created reasons to walk to HQ with my cum-cooler. Load 9 was the most interesting. I had settled in to the stall when there was a knock on the bathroom door. The cleaning lady was waiting to clean the bathroom. I told her I was still there. I started stroking vigorously, knowing that I was alone and neither my hard rubbing nor my breathing would be detected. A few minutes later, she knocked again. I decided it wasn’t going to happen quickly enough for her, and packed up my cum-cooler. I found another bathroom that smelled freshly cleaned. The cleaning log had been initialed about an hour before, so it was safe. I performed much better there. I actually had business to attend to in that building, and it was fun talking to colleagues while holding my cum-cooler.

Load 6 (day 3): Another insomnia-aided load. My son had a friend sleeping over in our den, which looks out to our backyard. I would have felt weird walking past them with my cum-cooler on the way to my safe zone. I went out the front door. Our neighbors, vacationing in Europe, have a rocking chair on their front porch. I walked past to see how dark it was. It looked pretty dark so I walked up and had a seat. I unzipped and started in. Soon, I unbuttoned for naked torso mode. From afar, the area looked pretty dark. Up close, there is a lot of contrast between my skin and the dark background. I always wonder how visible I am. I wanted my contribution, but I also wanted to not end up on the police blotter. That could be embarrassing and would probably get me kicked out as a leader in my sons’ youth organization (you know, the one that hates gays and atheists). I needed to respect rule 3, so I would go elsewhere. I pulled my shorts up and buttoned them but didn’t zip. I was hanging out as I walked back to my house. From the sidewalk, I assessed our front yard. There is a small tree that is not very dense, but would prevent someone from seeing my silhouette against the house. Car lights coming from the cross street would expose me if they looked in the right direction. Our neighbors’ coach lights were on. They have a young baby and the dad has been known to walk around with it at weird hours. This was not my safe zone, but I needed a load so I walked behind the tree and went through the usual progression from unzipped to naked torso to naked and made the capture.

Load 7 (day 4): Insomnia again. This time at about 4:30 AM. My son had his guest over for another night. It was too light out front so, feeling weird, I took my cum-cooler past my son and his friend to my safe zone and threw my bathrobe on the fence. The dog came out with me. Based on how well I could see him lying on the ground, my safe zone wasn’t so safe. This tree also is not very dense and I had a good view of hot Latina’s house. My legs were exposed beneath the tree. I wondered how long I could stay there before it was too light and I decided it would be whenever I captured and peed. I did so, threw my robe back on and iced my load.

Load 8 (day 5): Insomnia. Again. I still wanted to avoid a police incident, but I wanted a rocking chair load even more. A cloudy night, it was a little brighter. I walked past the neighbor’s house to check it out and continued around the block to see if there might be a better venue. I returned to the porch. Naked torso mode. Slipped the shorts down a bit. Dropped them to my ankles. Stepped out of them. Slipped out of my sleeves and I was legal. A slight mist. The porch was covered, but I could feel it with the right gust. Some small lightning in the distance. An incredibly satisfying load. I walked around the block before heading home. I posted Chapter I and climbed into bed. Our neighbors returned the next day, so my timing was impeccable.

Load 10 (day 6): Awoke around 4 AM. Went outside. The heat wave was over and I actually needed a fleece jacket. I didn’t think about this when I made the rules. Both penthouse events had begun on the hammock and I wanted to make a catch there. The hammock is white and can be very visible, and is too open to hot Latina’s floodlights should they come on. I remembered that our neighbor on the other side had a hammock. It was behind their garage and pretty well protected among some trees. I hopped the fence and stumbled through their dark yard, nearly tripping on a wheel barrow and getting hit in the face with several branches. I got to the hammock and looked around. It was protected by two garages and lots of trees. I lay down to check things out. A porch light was on. Not concerned about detection; it was hard on the eyes. I switched ends. It was chilly and I didn’t mess around disrobing in stages. Everything came off and I was off to the races. The branches and leaves above my head were shaking to my rhythm. Suddenly, I heard a motor and saw light from behind me somewhere. The neighbors’ garage door was opening. Where is he going at 4:30? He backed out and left, and I resumed. A few minutes later, the garage light went out. I was very relaxed for this one, resting my head on the hammock rather than craning around to make sure I was alone. Some of the threads on this forum talk about getting milked from the supine position while on a table. I have no idea how you would catch the load in this position. I stood up as my donation time approached and I had reached my goal of ten loads well ahead of schedule. I had planned to lie there naked for a while afterwards, but, as usual, my boldness went away with my hardness.

Load 11 (day 7): Went to bed and slowly stroked until my wife came to bed, nodded off for a few minutes, then got up around midnight. Wanted a venue besides my safe zone. Headed to the back yard for some reconnoitering. Hot Latina has a porch swing that looked inviting. Too risky. Neighbor with hammock has chairs in the front yard that are pretty well hidden by landscaping. Too close to their bedroom window. When I hopped the fence to get to their hammock, I remembered putting a hand on the eave of our storage shed for balance. Could I get up there? I stood on the fence with my back to the shed and my hands on the roof and jumped up and sat on the roof. One side of the roof was very well sheltered by trees that actually hung over it. Mission accomplished. I went back inside and got a blanket and cum-cooler. I put the cum-cooler on the edge of the roof and it almost slid off. I would have to be careful. I climbed back up, spread out the blanket and got naked without hesitation. Lying on the blanket, much of my torso was actually beneath some low hanging branches. I could see the stars and an occasional meteor from the Perseid shower. After the penthouse, this was the most relaxing venue. I looked up at the stars without worrying about neighbors. I stroked for quite a while with no intention of cumming yet. I rolled over and got on my knees, placing one hand on the roof ridge for support. I had to be a bit careful; too much weight on my knees and my feet would start to slip. Pretty soon most of my body was at or above the ridge. I sat on the ridge. Then I stood on the ridge and put another one in the bank. I had planned to relax and enjoy the evening for a while but I had been naked for two hours and was chilled.

The penthouse will definitely have to compete with the shed roof for my attention these next few evenings. I envision the remnants of an ice dildo running down the roof, and a cum-cube or two getting swallowed up there as well.

Be seein’ ya…

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Re: Confessions of a new frozen cum lover

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I'd frozen a few loads in an ice cube tray and it was really good when I popped this cum cube in my mouth and savored it while it melted. I prefer though to finish my day out though with a fresh load of cum though straight from my cock and into my mouth.

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