Taste Testing

Dylan, bless him, could not orgasm from blowjobs. Never could. Now without tooting my own horn, this was definately not because of my technique. Back when I was with Edan I made sure I researched everything I could about performing on a man to make sure I could please him more than anyone else had the next time we met, but alas it did not happen. But my new found talent did not go unwasted on Dylan. He loved recieving blowjobs, as most men do. He'd often tell me I could do things with my mouth he hadn't even dreamed of but alas, he could just not come. This didn't bother me so much, as I wasn't all that keen to recieve a load in the face, but being my first real sexual partner I was of course curious to the everlasting question...

What does it taste like?

I had experienced the taste of a woman, and I had been told that precum tasted very different to the actual ejaculation which I believed given that visibly they had different textures. Wanting to live up to "the amazing girl who does everything in bed" reputation I was trying to build for myself, I expressed this curiosity to Dylan.

"Hmm, well my ex used to get me to masturbate into her mouth." He said to me whilst driving me to the movies. I couldn't help but think the girl was slutty, what pleasure could she possibly have gotten out of that? Not wanting to be outmatched, I asked if we could do that sometime.
We pulled up in the underground parking of the shopping centre where I initially went to kiss him goodbye so I could go upstairs and meet my friends, but he pulled me back. I closed my eyes as he began to bite my neck when I heard him fumbling with his pants. He wanted to do it now. Dylan wasn't normally so daring to do things in public so I happily obliged. I curled my tongue around the head of his cock as he started to pump himself up and down. I heard him start to grunt. I was never fond of the grunt, I wish he had moaned instead. His hand stopped and I felt his body tense and I knew he was about to come. I shut my eyes tightly and clamped my lips around his head as my mouth slowly filled with his juices. It was luke warm, thick, acidic and almost felt like it was burning. I held it in my mouth like a big pill you just can't swallow. I clapped my hand over my mouth and forced it down.

Positively disgusting.

I was aware that diet had a lot to do with a man's taste, so I put a lot of it down to that. He did not taste like a healthy man. I couldn't shake the taste from my mouth, so I just held it shut and walked upstairs. I'm glad there is only one time in my life when I've had to greet my friends with:
"I just tasted come for the first time, who has a mint?"


-Endrin-