I was licking the final drops of Connors's cum from the tip .. (OnlyFans)

I was licking the final drops of Connors's cum from the tip of his dick, and he asked me what cum tasted like. I said you should know. He looked confused. I told him I would have thought every guy has tasted their own sperm at one time or another. Just out of curiosity, if nothing else. He said he never had, like it would have been a sin if he did. I think he is fibbing to me. Am I wrong? I doubt it. I know I tasted myself very early on. I like the taste of myself but probably not just for the taste but the colossal turn-on to be licking a dick that has just been inside of me. Anyway, that got me thinking. The first time I tasted cum was way too early to mention on here. I remember it very well, though. I think it's when I started on my lifelong sex adventure.

There was no such thing as watching porn back then unless you went to a movie theater. I wasn't even remotely close to the age to be let in, much less had the guts to go in one. I would now in an instant, but there was no chance in hell back then. So I didn't know what I blowjob was, much less how a dick worked. I was with a guy a few years older than me. He just got his driver's license. We were at his house feeling each other up. He wanted to stop. I didn't. He didn't want me to touch his dick through his pants, but something drove me on. I pretty much didn't give him a choice. I got his dick out, and it was so fascinating it was a mental overload. Just the fact it got so hard and stiff was blowing my mind. I don't think I ever knew what it meant to be really turned on till that moment. I can still remember my head spinning, weird feelings, being uncontrollably hungry for him. I had never seen a blowjob being given, in a photo, or in any porno-type way. I had heard of them, how gross they were, how derogatory it was to give one. That all flew out the window when I saw his dick leaking pre-jizz. I had to taste it. He tried to stop me, and I slapped his hand away like he was about to lose it if he tried to stop me again. I slipped that fat head into my mouth and looked up at him, and the look of surrender he gave me was so satisfying. It is still to this day. I remember his head instantly getting thicker, feeling his pulse start to pound on my tongue, and then he ejaculated. I had no idea he was going to dump his sperm in my mouth. I really had no idea what was going to happen, period. I found out quickly. It was shocking, to say the least. I thought I hurt him, and I had no idea what was in my mouth. I mean, I had a guess, but the mechanics of getting it there were a little out of my understanding. Remember, there was no porn to look at or watch back then. I had to figure this all out on my own. Back to it. I was a bit concerned, but he never took his penis out of my mouth, and I could see him start to smile, so I got back to the hot slimy mess in my mouth. It was like weird-tasting egg whites. But there was something about it. I had to think about it and fight the urge to swallow it. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to drink it, but I didn't know what would happen if I did. In the end, the urge to eat his sperm was too strong. I swallowed it down. No gagging or having to force it down. It went down easy. Most likely because I wanted to eat it. After I drank his jizz, he was the one who started to gag. He tried to make me feel gross and dirty about it, but I was hooked. I could have cared less about what he thought about me. He wasn't going to ruin the joy I had just discovered. Just knowing I could take something from his body and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop me was absolutely driving me insane.

Here is the weird part. I obviously didn't get off, and I really didn't know how to get off properly. But I needed to. I just didn't know it. I thought his jizz poisoned me or something because I felt so out of control and weird. I figured it out quickly when I got home, though. I had my first orgasm, and I thought I was having a heart attack. I really did. I would finger myself to the edge and stop. Not because I was prolonging the pleasure because I was afraid of what was happening to me. But apparently, the thought of having a heart attack wasn't strong enough because after getting to the edge a dozen times, I carried on and pushed myself over the edge. I had no fucking clue what had happened. I was bewildered. But I knew I had to suck more cocks. And I did. And I masturbated constantly. Several times a day. Sometimes in the school bathroom. I never got caught, but I don't think I would have even cared. So to answer the question, "What does cum taste like?" Pure pleasure, that's what it tastes like. To this day, it's just as perfect as it was back then. Nothing like the feeling of making a man's cock empty itself in my mouth. A job well done with a reward at the end.