belocked wrote:Of course I had to try it.
Long before I ever found this site, I had read of some stories of men being forced to do things like eating semen, either theirs or someone else's, out of a woman and in various other ways. Homosexuality was never appealing to me, in fact, the first time I ever encountered it I was completely repulsed. But, for some strange reason, this particular idea, as disgusting and humiliating as it seemed to me to be, provoked an erotic response. I got hard. I didn't understand it then, and I still don't quite completely get it now...maybe the humiliation factor has something to do with it, along with the fact that I think it's disgusting and completely opposite of what I consider 'normal'. The idea of being *forced* to do something I consider 'nasty' and 'wrong' also plays a part.
At various times I tried to see what it would be like to really do it. On a number of occasions when I was really, really horny and this was on my mind, I ejaculated in my hand- *this time* I would do it, just lick it up and I would know what it was like...but, each time, as soon as the vile mess was sitting in the palm of my hand, it was impossible to go through with it. Even just the smell of it was disgusting. I would wipe off my hand, utterly disgusted with myself both for having been aroused by the idea just a short time before...and because I couldn't muster up the balls to make myself go through with it. At that point, each time, I would *swear* that I was through with thinking about shit like this and that I would never be aroused by such thoughts again. You can guess how long *that* resolution lasted...yep, just a little beyond the refractory period. Get more than just a little horny, see an attractive woman, a bit of black leather, and *bam*, my head would be full of nasty thoughts/visions again.
Although I had always been in the habit of trying to make sure that Mrs. Twisted got off at least once before I did, since long before she became 'Mrs.' (young, and with concerns about how quickly and easily I could get off, even with pre-tryst jack-off), there was one time when that didn't happen. Not wanting to leave her hanging, I got my head down there with the idea that the pressure of making sure that *she* got her jollies too would be enough to go to work with my tongue even though I had just shot my wad. Oh, hell no. That was even worse- somehow the mixture of semen and pussy juice made it smell even more putrid and disgusting, there was no way in hell that I was going to stick my face, let alone my tongue, anywhere near that mess. She was going to have to be satisfied with my fingers. Once again I swore I was through with thinking of, and being aroused by such perverted notions. Yeah, you know just how long that lasted...just about as long as it takes for a heroin addict to start looking for his next fix.
I'm a problem-solving, solution-oriented type of guy. Identify the problem- lack of 'horny' after ejaculation prevents completion. Solution- engineer a situation where the event (taste of [nasty] cum) occurs *before* 'horny' is gone. I am fairly tall, rather thin, reasonably flexible, and on the better side ave 'average' endowment. Almost everyone knows the limerick about the 'Man From Nantucket'...maybe, just maybe, it might be possible to get 'close enough'.
Opportunity (working opposite shifts) and excessive horny coincide, as does a determination that *this* time it's going to happen and I won't be able to stop it...look at some femdom porn, nekkid, on the bed, 'edging'(before I knew what it was called) until ejaculation was imminent...pillow under the head for support, legs thrown back and hooked into the headboard...I'd never seen a cock that close before, it didn't matter that it was my own, it was there in front of my face, it was 'dirty' 'wrong' perverted' 'queer', my erection should be failing and I should quit thinking about this nasty shit...but my erection didn't go away, and the embarrassment of that just seemed to make it even harder.
One arm behind my legs, grabbing my balls and pulling, pressing on my legs, and it's even closer. Mouth open, it's almost close enough that I could maybe lick the tip, if I tried real hard. Ready, aim, stroke. It's in my face, armed and ready to explode, this is going to be nasty, and it's just plain 'wrong'- there's a hard cock in my face (it's irrelevant that it's mine) and I'm still hard, and that's embarrassing...and that just pushes me closer to the edge. If I have this calculated correctly, I will pass the 'point of no return' *before* I lose my horny/nerve and get disgusted enough to abort and then it will be too late. The pressure, and sensation of imminent orgasm is building. I imagine that it's someone else pressing on my legs, someone else's hand doing the stroking, faster and faster, and the pressure mounts further. I hold on as long as possible, holding back as hard as I can and my hips begin to buck, thrusting and humping...and then the head of my cock slips into my own mouth and starts blasting. It's too late, I can't stop it, the position and the automatic actions of my muscles ensures that I get the full load.
Moments later, I'm no longer horny, my back and neck are aching, my mouth still tastes of the sperm burning its way down my throat. I am thoroughly revolted and disgusted with myself, it tasted just as nasty as it smelled, it was sick and perverted, and I will never, ever, taste cum again...well, that's what I told myself at the time, anyway...
At first I had just the cum in the bottom of the mug, and the excitement had gone so I couldn't face eating it by itself. So I added the coffee (no milk or sugar) but it frothed up and I couldn't see what it was like below the surface. Sadly the taste was pretty bad and I wasn't in the mood for bad coffee so I threw it down the kitchen sink. I saw some clumps go with it but didn't think any more on it and just made more coffee.
It may be helpful to make the coffee first, and let it cool a little, and *then* get it into the cup.
I know the idea will come back, and I know that my KH would find it disgusting so won't help. I'll need to be in an even stranger mood than normal to drink it down. Maybe a clear glass would help so I can see what's involved?
What else may help, is to 'edge' yourself into the coffee- getting right 'there' just enough to start, then trying to stop and just let it ooze out. If you do that enough times, you may be able to get a sufficient quantity while still remaining hard and horny.
Or, you can ejaculate into a zip-lock baggie and freeze it (more than once, if you want a larger quantity). Of course, you'll probably want to hide it in a package of something else that your wife won't eat, so that she will be less likely to find it. Then, when you get horny enough again, you can get it out and put it in something, and masturbate while you consume it, waiting until you are just about to cum to get the last swallow with the nasty little surprise (I think it works better if you can't see it coming)...sperm doesn't seem to float in any of the several beverages I've put it in.
And, your KH could surprise you, eventually. Mine certainly did...in fact, it was right at the end of her very first stint as a 'Keyholder'- when she sat on my cock and told me not to cum...and that if I did, she was going to sit on my face and make me lick it all back out again. Up to that point, I didn't think she was capable of even thinking of such a thing, and that if the suggestion was presented to her she would be completely disgusted by it. I was wrong.
I also didn't think she would *really* do it. I was wrong about that too. In fact, she rather enjoyed doing it, and has done it more than just the one time...
And how can an orgasm change the mood so fast?
Ah, the mysteries of Organic Chemistry and the human body...and the speed with which the body can respond to changes in chemistry.
02/11/18 "The idea of me fucking someone else really turns you on, doesn't it?" --Mrs. Twisted