Why, oh, why did I do it? I always thought sucking cock was abhorrent, yet I not only sucked his cock, I greedily swallowed his entire load of spunk. My short-term memory told me I loved the gooey warm bittersweet mixture. Given a chance, I'm sure I would eat more.
The choices I have made in life have not always been positive, but none have compared to sinking to the level of a cocksucker.
I grew up in a small town in rural America son of church going parents. Sounds idyllic, but it was far from it. The pastor of my parent's church was an outward homophobe while seeking out males to suck his cock. The church abounded with hypocrites.
My parents, on the other hand were believers and tried to live true to their faith.
I was best described as mediocre in all ways. A mediocre student, and mediocre in character. Yet I was not a bad boy. My finest asset was an abnormally large cock. Some would say I was blessed.
At age 18 I would lay in bed and listen to my parents fucking while they thought.
I was fast asleep. Hearing their moans and groans caused me to beat off, stifling all sounds when I achieved orgasm. Cum stained sheets gave away my activities. My mom decided I needed counseling to get my sexual urges under control. She thought the pastor would be the perfect counselor.
The pastor greeted me and told me to come in his office and have a seat. I was nervous as hell and outwardly sweating. The pastor set out to put me at ease. His soothing voice soon had me calming down. But I knew why I was here, and I couldn't help it, but I was sporting a huge boner. Something I did not understand.
My mind was in a whirl, and at first, I was not following what the pastor was saying. But when he said, "Your mother tells me you masturbate excessively and plaster your spunk on the bed sheets," brought me back to reality.
"Oh my, she told you that?" I asked.
"Yes, she did, but what drives my curiosity is why you would leave the evidence of your activity. Surely you must know it will be discovered," he said.
I blushed and said, "I had this perverse idea that seeing my dried cum would excite her and she would want me to fuck her," I said.
"Simply incredible," he said.
"Looking back, I realize that it was truly an impossible dream, but I had fucked her so many times in my dreams," I replied.
"Did you ever have fantasies of her sucking your cock?" The Pastor asked.
"No," I answered.