Sunday morning ritual
One Sunday morning,during high school, I discovered I could do something that I later found out most other guys can't do.
I woke with my regular morning ever-wood, that doesn’t go down unless I or someone else takes care of it. That particular Sunday morning, I just couldn’t get off and it was getting late. So I decided to ignore it, while getting ready. Since I’ve always leaked like a hose, and I didn't want to get my underwear all wet because of the distinct smell, I decided that I would try ignoring it, while getting ready (yea right, like I could do that).
Ignoring it didn’t work while shaving. I didn’t work while brushing my teeth. It also didn’t work in the shower, where there wasn’t even a mirror to see it. Ignoring it didn’t work while drying off, the towel caught up on it, making it smack around. And I couldn’t ignore it while combing my hair, the mirror again.
So I got dressed from the waist up. I had put on a nice shirt and tied the tie. While sitting on the bed I decided to put on my socks. I leaned over to reach for one of my socks, on the edge of the bed, by my feet. And suddenly my chin got wet on the underside. I looked down and my lips got wet. I licked my lips. I liked the sweet and tangy taste. Suddenly I noticed my wet cock head and I slowly stuck out my tongue.
The taste came from my wet cock. So I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out further. It didn’t taste any different and it felt good. So I opened really wide, to taste more by swallowing the head.
I popped so fast I didn't know what was going on.
I was totally overwhelmed.
Sort of grossed out by the taste of my cum but at the same time very turned on by the sensations of oral sex
My cock did go soft long enough to get dressed, but thinking of having my cock in a warm wet mouth again got me totally hard, on the way to church. People noticed, since it was summer, no jacket or coat to use for cover and putting my hands, in my pockets, has never worked very well for me.
I locked myself in my room as soon as we got home and had to lock the door a few more times that day.
I did start doing it every Sunday morning, weather I had everlasting ever wood or not. I did it plenty of other times too.
It was almost the only head I got through out high school, the were too frightened. (“Choking hazard” and all such stuff.)