Cum confessions 1.

I woke up on Saturday morning and wondered if it was a dream. I knew
the answer when I found some polaroid shots of the action on my desk. I
did not recall a snapshot camera being used, but the photos certainly
matched my memory. Most erotic of the lot was me performing
self-fellatio. I felt lucky too, it really did not reveal who I was, so
I was not fearful of it being spread in newsgroups. I thought back to
cumming in my own mouth.
It had been a long time since I sucked my own cock, but I had never cum
in my mouth before. I tried but usually chickened out. I had never done
it with others watching either, which is why I was a bit reluctant at
first.
I decided to try it again. Pulling the covers down, I rolled onto the
bed and raised my knees over to my shoulders. My dick was already
springing to life, and it took little pulling to get the head into my
mouth. The night before though, I had certainly got further, and I
wondered how I might take it furhter alone. In my previous experiences,
the head was all I could manage. I was in better shape now; my
stretching routine at the gym was also coming in handy as I seemed very
flexible.
I sat up and placed my hands under my thighs. By now it was at full
attention. I leaned over and easily took two inches into my mouth. It
felt good, and despite the shower I had before leaving Lori and Suzy’s
place, it tasted like cunt. I knew I would not be stopping. I also knew
leaning back would get me deeper into my mouth.
I waited though, and stopped sucking.
Gently stroking my cock I walked to the bathroom to look at a mirror. I
wanted to see if I could reach it standing up, and if I could see what I
was doing. While I did not get much in, I did reach and I did see it. It
was rather exciting, seeing my own lips and tongue wrap themselves
around the head of my cock. I could not do this for long or I would
waste all the cum I knew would fall onto the floor in this position.
Before returning to the bed I picked up a towel and some oil.
I placed the towel where I might reach it, and opened the oil, dripping
some onto my index finger. As I rolled back on the bed, my cock now
throbbing in anticipation of my mouth, I inserted the oiled finger into
my anus.
This was a part of masturbating I had loved since the first time I was
fucked by a dildo. I did not start to suck, rather I gently massaged my
prostate. Soon it throbbed harder, and actually seemed to get harder. I
loved to cum just by fingering my ass. This time I kept to a pace that
would only excite me, but not induce a quick orgasm–as this usually
did.
Finally I took my cock back into my mouth. As my knees touched the bed
next to my shoulders, not less than three inches of my cock was in my
mouth. This was plenty, but I wanted more. I took my time, released and
started again a few times and actually got close to four inches–just
over half way. This was satisfying, but I wondered of I could get more.
Taking my finger out of my ass, and getting up off the bed (and
automatically starting to stroke myself), I looked for a rope or a belt.
I found a belt and lay back on the bed.
Looping it around my neck and setting it in the first notch, I rolled
back over and tried for more. I carefully worked the belt into place
around my ass. Pulling from there, I figured, would get me more. I undid
the clasp, took my dick back into my mouth, and pulled with vigor on the
end of the belt.
I let out a muffled moan as my trick worked. By now my balls were
resting on my nose, and the head was well into my mouth.
For a few minutes I held the position, massaging my prick with my
tongue and sucking gently. From there I released the belt a bit,
allowing my cock to back out two or three inches: I was going to face
fuck myself.
This time, using my hands and forearms, I gently pulled my ass–and
thus my cock–closer to my face. Reaching the back of my tongue I backed
off again until at the tip. This was nice movement. At a gentle pace I
continued this for a little while–time seemd to lose meaning. Soon,
though, my pace began to quicken. I was nearing a climax; I wanted a
climax; I wanted to fill myself with cum.
As I grew eager to cum, I moved the still oily finger back to the rim
of my ass, gently working it in again. Barely two strokes of my prostate
later I felt my cock swell in my mouth. Pulling hard, to get as much in
as I could, I let my cock erupt into my throat. Moaning madly, I took
three more bursts of cum right down my throat. Then two more (man I was
coming a ton this week-end) I watched blast into my mouth as I let it
hang just in front of my face.
Relaxing onto the bed, I let the last few drops fall onto my stomach.
Oh the fun of it. This was something I could not do if I did not live
alone.
Like the night before, I was thoroughly excited. My cock stayed fairly
hard, and started gaining more life as I began to stroke it once again.
I wondered if I should save some of this cum for the party later that
day. I did not wonder long, what loss would one more load be. Sitting up
and leaning towards it once again, I headed towards another climax of
self-fellatio.
Soon after my second cum I drifted off to sleep… my alarm set with
time to make it to the party in mind…