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Why do men love women that swallow?
Swallow what, you may ask? Semen, cum, sperm, nut, spunk, man milk, cock snot, man sauce, jism, get it? The thick white stuff that comes out of the penis once a man hits a high note. The stuff that lets a man know that he’s cumming, and the expulsion of which makes him weak in the knees and tremble from head to toe with each bolting jet that bursts from it’s end. It’s funny, our love affair with our own cum and the relation that women have to it.
First, I can actually remember when I first saw cum. It was mine of course. I was just learning how to masturbate. No one teaches a young man how to masturbate. There are no manuals, no instructions written alongside the penis that reads, 'jerk this way'. Shit, when I was young, I actually remember being ignorant as to what an erection was. I was under the erroneous impression that when I caught an erection it meant that I REALLY had to go to the bathroom. Just imagine my confusion standing in front of a urinal or over a toilet bowl with my cock lolling out and not urinating.
I used to sneak into my parents bedroom and rifle through my father’s closet for reasons I can’t remember, and one day I found a paperback. Porn. It had a really racy cover of a naked woman being held by a dressed man and across the top it read something like “She’s your ass now”, or “Fresh ass on the block”. I remember sitting down on the edge of their bed while they were out at work and reading through this book with a wild, odd fascination. I even felt both guilty and sinful reading it for reasons that I did not know, but I was reading through it. I had a problem with the word ‘titties’ because I didn’t really know what the word meant, but otherwise I was familiar, miraculously, with the rest.
It was then that an urgent swelling of my penis caught my attention. It stretched out, as if it was yawning and stretching out it’s arms from a long slumber, and sprung, rigidly from my body. I was both amazed and compelled to read on, read harder, absorb more. I did this for two days. Read, catch a throbbing hard-on, and then put it away and think about the thrilling feeling it gave me all night long. I couldn’t wait for the next day, when I would come home from school, a latch-key kid, open my front door, lock myself in my home and race to my father’s closet.
Now, the firming of my penis, even though it was pleasu- rable, was not enough on the third day. The penis needed, demanded more. It was sensitive to touch, the shaft, AND ESPECIALLY the fucking head. I rubbed it against my thigh as I read and that felt surprisingly good. In fact, it felt excellent! I rubbed my erection against my thigh faster and harder until I was caught, most unexpectedly, by a near faint, a swoon that sent my head spinning and my hips bucking like an angry bronco.
And lo and behold, semen! For the first time! Surprisingly spirited jets of semen firing out of the end of my penis, sailing through the air as if I was discharging a pistol. Needless to say, I was shocked beyond belief. As amazing as the orgasm was, it was followed by a terror of equal and opposite severity. I had did something wrong, something bad. I had either broke my penis, or made it do something that it wasn’t supposed to. With a level of wild panic I cleaned up the tiny pools and streaks of cum, my hands trembling.
I felt guilty and sinful all night long, my cheeks painted with shame. But I was doing it again the very next day, this time ready with a tissue. From rubbing my penis against my thigh, I learned to make the Okay symbol with one hand and just stroke the head of the penis. From there, the fist with the whole penis.
I was in heaven, shooting spurt upon spurt of cum. Actually taking it for granted as I did. I just knew that when I started masturbating, that’s where I wanted to be. Ejaculating! That was the goal of masturbation and sex. The freeing up of semen from the body. It was a part of me that wanted to be free, to soar, to make a path through the world in lively jets of pleasure. Each jet sending wave upon wave of goodness up the shaft of my penis and raging thorough my body, short circuiting my nervous system.
Needless to say, the white stuff became essential to me. It became important. For some reason, even the length, the distance, the amount became more and more vital to me as I grew older. When I learned what the shit was for, I was equally enthralled. It was to go inside of the vagina to make babies. Whoa! The penis and the vagina. What a fucking concept!
But then I sailed into porn. Roughly in high school, I became acquainted with the scourge of youth and like some strange instructional manual, I learned that sperm need not be deposited in the vagina. It can be used to paint the female body. At the time, I was a breast man, and I used to love seeing cum splashed across a pair of full, healthy breasts. How amazing was that?! I used to get magazines with women giving head, and then the men promptly snatching the penis from their puckered mouths to spray their issue across the woman’s ‘titties’.
But somehow we graduated from the simple stuff. Somehow us teen boys, who started viewing porn, began to change. Some of us went bezerk and wanted to see cum draped across shoes and panties in long, waxy streaks. Others liked it sprayed and drizzled on the quivering buttocks of a woman. While others liked cum flung into hair.
I, for my part, went my way too. I was always amazed at the blow-job, since I first saw one. And the neat thing was that the favored blow-job preceded any ejaculation anywhere. The woman would be sucking away on some man pole until he was just about to bust a nut. He’d then snatch his prong from her mouth and aim at whatever was desired: tit’s, ass, legs, feet, shoes, panties, hair, blah, blah, blah.
Then came the day that the penis slipped from a pornstar's mouth, stopped, the hand jerked it to fire like a cannon, and stream after stream of jism splashed against her face. In her eyes, up her nose, over her mouth. And when that happened I knew I had found my world. I knew I understood something that I didn’t before. I, like so many other men, equated our cum to what we desired. Take the guy with the shoe fetish. He has a desire to express the fullness of his sexual feelings upon a woman’s shoes, so he masturbates ON them, spilling his seed ACROSS them. His semen baptizing the shoes with his love and affection...the focus of his desire expressed. Understand?
A man wants to cum on that which he desires. If he’s an ass man, he’ll pretty much yank his erection from your puckered asshole and glaze your buttocks with his sperm. It’s what he likes. He likes it so much that he’s want’s to paint it with cum. And the same with me as with other men...when we see a beautiful woman, many of us, after fucking her, yank our penises out of her, straddle her neck and pour cum all over her features. In this way we fuck her face too. We paint what we desire with our essence. Women probably find this to be strange, but men can relate. The technical term for ejaculating on a woman’s face is called a ‘facial’. I loved blow-jobs, followed by facials. I loved facials so much that I used to get gangbang facial videos where scores of men would fuck and then facialize a woman, literally covering her face with male issue.
I forget the name of the pornstar. I really do. However, I loved her the second I saw her act. I bought ALL of her videos. After a blow-job and when the penis reared back for the facial, she opened her mouth and gulped down the shot of sperm like a trout would a fly buzzing over a river. I was amazed. I was shocked. I was stunned and entranced. And she did not stop there. Other men, in the gangbang, ejaculated into condoms, to which she emptied into her mouth, sucking them empty. She was a human cum drain. I have never seen a woman digest so much sperm. I was hooked. I knew my fetish. I knew what I loved, and I kept it to myself, because like a man with a foot fetish, I was certain that I was a deviant.
A pervert. A secret perv for oral sex, facials, and now, swallowing women. I just got porn with women swallowing cum. I would go into porn shops and be amazed at the hundreds of mag- azines and videos with women eating cum. I would go into the section of the video store that had these particular videos and see men scattering from it like cockroaches in a kitchen, confirming for me that I wasn't the only sexual deviant out there that loved women that swallowed. I had a massive collection of swallowing videos after awhile.
I soon found out as time continued and I grew into a man that other men loved to have their women suck sperm. Swallowing became a tease word. Men talked about it openly over drinks and at the job. A blow-job was soon expected to end with a mouthful of cum swallowed by a devoted or skilled female. Anything less was just weak and sad. Women started to make it the subject of pillow talk after sex. Many proud that they could do it, others seeing it as taking no effort, and the sorry assed few that bemoaned it.
But still not only do we men watch like deer in the headlights when a woman blows cock, and we not only feel a sense of relief and amazement to watch a woman play with a mouthful of spunk, we applaud with great satisfaction to watch them belt it down like a shotglass of scotch. It’s a downright joyful experience to watch her go. Confetti should be thrown, champagne opened, streamers set to fly. The party should begin the minute she swallows and smiles back at you. You want to kiss her all over her face. You are in love with this woman. What insane pleasure the brain feeds back into the nervous system.
Deter- mined women get even higher marks. Deter- mined? Spillage. Did some cum dribble down her chin? Land on your thigh, her breast? Does her tongue search her chin to retrieve the streaks? Does her mouth snap up the drops on your thighs? Does a finger scoop issue from her breast and deposit it on her tongue? Does she go after every drop? That’s a determined bitch and worth taking out to dinner tomorrow night, with roses and wine, or giving her your phone number in the back alley. Whatever she wants, she gets.
Men swoon over women that eat cum. Many won’t say it. Many do. So why this fixation? Largely, the hobo believes that the eating of cum signifies acceptance of the man completely. A vagina accepts anything. A mouth is an open invitation, a door into the soul. Consider when a woman eats food. She derives pleasure out of savoring her meal, her mouth taking on seductive shapes, and every woman knows just how seductive a mouth can be when eating a banana. The mouth is as sexual an organ as the vagina or the anus. So to look at a pool of cum resting on the plaza of your ladyfriend’s tongue makes everything new in the world. It changes the perception of light and dark, makes all things new. Its a spiritual moment that transcends sex, souls, heartbeats, and soaring spirits. And her swallowing says in translation, "I'm crazy about you and sucking your cock."
Or maybe it just makes this perverted, horny fuck feel good to see my woman swallow a mouthful of my load.
That could be it too.
Hobobob
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