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  1. "Do You Swallow?" - Part III

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]With STDs and then HIV/AIDS running rampant, I made it my business to learn what to look for before putting a guy's dick in my mouth as well as paying attention to how he smelled; if his shit was sick, wow - you can smell it and it just made me be more picky about who got to stick their dick in my mouth and cum in it. I learned and understood that keeping my mouth healthy was very important and learned the role that saliva plays and it's not just to keep your mouth moist and that whatever I put in my mouth, my saliva starts to break it down and what it doesn't break down, the acid in my stomach will kill the shit out of it so as long as there was no way for something potentially nasty to infect me - like it couldn't gain any access to my blood stream via cuts, scrapes, cavities, or gum disease, I could suck carefully selected dicks and make their owners cum in my mouth and swallow it because it still didn't make sense to me to suck a guy's dick, get him to cum, and not swallow it or spit it out due to a nasty taste.

    Otherwise, why even bother to suck dick at all? I'd run into guys who's idea of a good time was for me to suck their dick, let them fuck me, then want me to finish them off in my mouth... after they've been in my ass. Um, no - not even gonna happen and you'd better not even think about trying to sneak it past me unless pain is something you enjoy. I am an old-school cock sucker in that if your dick is in my mouth, the only thing that's going to happen is you're gonna get sucked, enticed to cum, and unload it into my mouth and that's where it's supposed to be. If you're gonna fuck me, fine... but if you want your dick sucked after it's been in my ass? Your dick is going to get one hell of a scrubbing because if you don't do it, I will.

    Do I swallow? Of course I do! Even though I know why some guys don't and won't, I often think that they're missing out on the best part of sucking cock. There's an... ego trip and a battle of wills in that a guy who wants to suck his dick is going to do his best to hold off from cumming as long as he can... and I'm doing my best to make him do it and before he really wants to and that, all by itself, is a lot of fun but not as much fun as it is to feel his dick pumping away and because he thought he was in control of things... and he never was and he not only lost that "battle" but I've now taken the essence of his maleness and consumed it.

    When it comes to sucking dick, it just does not get any better than that for me. Do I swallow? I always swallow because it doesn't make sense to not swallow. There's pleasure in it... and it's the whole point of giving a blow job to begin with and, yeah, much easier to get rid of the evidence, as it were. If you're not feeling his cock pumping like crazy in your mouth - whether you swallow it or not - you're doing it wrong because it's not enough to just make him cum:

    Finish it. Finish him. Don't let anyone say you're lousy at sucking dick because you don't like the taste or the feel of cum in your mouth or you're just too afraid. Yeah, sounds... arrogant, for lack of a better word but can you really call yourself a cock sucker if you're not willing to let him cum in your mouth or swallow it? I'll leave the answer to that up to you... but I will always swallow and if there's a reason to not swallow, it also means I won't be sucking your dick at all.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  2. "Do You Swallow?" - Part II

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It just never made sense to me, when it was all about sucking dick, to not swallow his cum. I had acquired the taste and there was the added "benefit" of not leaving any evidence behind. I knew too many guys who'd wind up not letting it get into their mouth and it got "all over them" and they didn't get it all wiped up... then found themselves being asked, "What's that white crusty stuff on you?"

    Yeah... not of a mind to have someone asking me that but that aside, it still make sense to me that if you were giving a guy a blow job, he's supposed to cum and you want him to and when he does, you swallow it. It not only made me happy and satisfied but it make him feel that way, too. Sometimes, yeah - I'd let it dribble out and the guy would ask why I didn't swallow it and I'd tell him that his shit didn't taste good and I wasn't gonna swallow it - but they wouldn't bitch about that because they did get to cum in my mouth. I even learned to figure out if a guy's spunk was going to be tasty or nasty by getting good tastes of his pre-cum and if it tasted really yucky, I knew I was gonna let him cum in my mouth and get rid of it just as fast as he was putting it in my mouth.

    I'd wonder if the real importance was being able to cum in my mouth more than me swallowing it and formed the thought that to a lot of guys, it was more important for them to cum in my mouth and if I swallowed it, so much the better but if I let it dribble out, eh, it wasn't that big of a deal.

    I remember the first time a guy wanted me to suck his dick and he said that he wanted to cum on my face... and something inside of me got very pissed off and I said that if he did that, I was going to kick his ass because, to me, getting shot in the face with cum was as offensive as someone spitting in my face; it led to me taking the position that if you're gonna cum, you'd better do it in me and never on me, whether it was my mouth or my ass.

    To me, to not do that just defeats the whole purpose and reason for doing it in the first place. Guys talk about taking the cum in their mouth as their reward and I fully understand that... but it never made sense to me to not swallow it because, duh, that's what you're supposed to do when you suck a guy off and even more so when it's well known that a lot of women won't even let that happen at all.

    Then things got... crazier when I'd get with a guy and he very much wanted me to suck his dick - and I very much wanted to - but then he tells me to not make him cum and I'd think, "What the fuck?" And then I found out why because if they came, it would be game over for them and there was a lot of times where I'd suck a guy and got him to cum and now he wasn't able to fulfill his part of the bargain and suck my dick. I wanted to know about that, too, and I eventually learn why and how that happens... but it still stuck with me that if I'm sucking your dick, I'm doing it not just to make you feel good but to take your nut from you... and swallow it and, yeah, my reward for a job well done.

    That and I like the taste and feel of cum in my mouth; I learned that it's the difference between a good blow job and a bad one for a lot of guys and, again, if I spit it out, that wasn't a big deal - but being able to cut loose in my mouth was a very big deal. It didn't matter to me if it was a little or a lot as long as I could feel his dick pumping spunk into my mouth and, sometimes, the taste of it didn't matter a whole lot as long as he busted his nut in my mouth - and what I did with it afterward was something else. Every now and then, I'd suck a guy, get him to the point where he's gonna cum - and stop sucking him and use my hand to finish him off... just because I wanted to see him cum then lap it up and swallow it... but not always because I would assume that because having someone do that to me had that feel good/doesn't feel good thing going on, I didn't want to make other guys feel that way and I most certainly did not want it to be said that I gave someone a bad blow job and because I wouldn't let them cum in my mouth.

    More and more guys would insist on giving me a facial and that's an immediate and non-negotiable deal breaker; I don't play that and don't care how much of a thrill it gives a guy and, most of all, it totally defeats the purpose and reason why I'm sucking his dick to begin with: To get his sperm and swallow it. And there were times when I find myself regretting swallowing his cum because I'd wind up on the toilet with a bad case of the runs and I wanted to know why - did he just give me something nasty? I found out why; some guys' sperm is just so alkaline that it upsets the water balance in my stomach and guts and... you get the runs. Not a fun thing to go through but even that never stopped me from sucking a guy and swallowing his cum.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  3. "Do You Swallow?" - Part I

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I can't begin to tell you how many times I've been asked this question and how many times my answer has been, "Yes, I do!" From the first time I swallowed cum, wow - it was all warm and salty and kinda sweet and there was a lot of it and from that point going forward, to not swallow it was something that I never considered even though I had learned that some guys' cum tastes pretty shitty and so much that taking it in my mouth and spitting it out was warranted.

    One of the things I had going on in my head was why was it so important to swallow it and why guys were asking me if I did. I'd say I swallow and they'd be quick to give me their dick to suck but there were other guys I knew didn't like to swallow it, would say they didn't... and if they were looking forward to sucking the guy's dick, they'd be unhappy because they wouldn't get to do it.

    The only exception was, of course, if you were sucking a guy's dick to get him nice and hard before he shoved it in your ass. But since the more popular thing was to suck a guy's dick and make him cum, for me, there was no question about whether or not I was going to swallow it but, again, it was a very important question a lot of guys saw fit to ask.

    I'd run across both guys and gals who loved to suck dick... hated having cum in their mouth and many of them would get me right to that point, I'd yell out, "I'm gonna cum!" and instead of spurting away inside their mouth, it's flying all over the place and, at least for me, it felt good... and not so much... and I didn't understand why it didn't feel all that good not to cum in their mouth but I also learned that it felt the same way when I'd be fucking someone and knowing - or be told - to pull it out before I came; I'd pull out, the cum would be flowing, and it would feel good... but not as good as it felt being inside of them and cumming.

    Were the two things related? It seemed to be but being able to swallow a guy's cum or, at the least, get it my mouth, was (and still is) a lot more satisfying than to have him snatch his dick away and now he's busting his nut anywhere other than in my mouth, making me feel... deprived. Cheated. Like I did all of that work to get him to cum and for nothing. He's happy and I'm pissed the fuck off at being robbed.

    Sometimes when a guy would ask if I swallowed and I said I did, they'd look at me in awe or, sometimes, give me a disgusted look and, in either situation, ask me how I could swallow that stuff. I'd find myself explaining that I've always swallowed it and, again, if it tasted really bad, okay - he could cum in my mouth and I'd just let it dribble out instead of holding it in my mouth and spitting it out after he got done. All along, I'd hear about it being an acquired taste and could easily agree that, yep, it sure it and I understood that not everyone found the taste - and the consistency - to their liking. I understood - and didn't like so much - that girls preferred to have my cum in their pussy rather than their mouth and I even understood why - and the taste had nothing to do with it but had everything to do with the fact that if I came in her mouth, it was gonna take a while before I could get hard again and fuck her and cum in her pussy.

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  4. Peer Pressure - Part IV

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Sexual peer pressure didn't work on me; there wasn't much of anything that you could dare me to do that (1) I hadn't already done, (2) liked doing, and (3) wouldn't mind doing it again. Sexual peer pressure with violence attached to it didn't phase me one bit since I could fight with deadly efficiency and purpose if I needed to and, besides, my first day in the neighborhood let everyone know that even if you brought friends to help you, you were still going to get your ass kicked and damaged.

    Wasn't true for other guys, though. I was walking through the park one day and came across a group of six guys and one guy on his stomach and getting his hole reamed out pretty good, from what I could see. One of the guys waiting for his turn to do some fucking actually told me that the guy being fucked wanted to be fuck and was being initiated into their group - was I interested in joining them? I wasn't so much but, yeah, I saw that being sexually initiated into a group of peers was still very much alive and well. Some days later, I ran into the guy who got initiated and he told me how it all went down and he was all for it and more so when he'd come from a neighborhood too much like the one I'd come from where the neighborhood guys spent a lot of time sucking and fucking each other and new guys were initiated so when he moved into our neighborhood, he was actually looking to get initiated in this.

    He had asked if I had been initiated into a group and I told him that I hadn't and the local guys knew better than to try to pressure me in any way... but I did have a small group of friends who I'd have sex with and without any pressure being applied, not just where we lived but in other places in the city and that it was better to be able to have sex with them without peer pressure to perform being applied... but I understood that it was what it was. Yes, we wound up having sex and he even managed to get away from the group he had been initiated into and agreed that it was better to have sex with a guy without that ever-present pressure being involved.

    But it was still a thing just the same and daring me to suck some guy's dick and let him cum in my mouth - or dare me to let some guy fuck me - didn't mean shit to me because while some would dare me to do these things, I'd turn right around and dare them to... and then watch them backpedaling and say they were just kidding around and, again, all I had to do was ask, "Where and when?" Sure, I'd get called on my "bluff" and sex would happen and they'd find out that I wasn't as afraid as they might have expected me to be and, oh, yeah, I happened to be pretty good at it, too, but in the majority of times, trying to apply peer pressure to me in order to have sex with me just didn't work as they expected it to and I wasn't afraid to do it with another guy at all and that just nullifies the whole peer pressure thing any time it was something you really didn't mind doing at all and the only thing, again, that remained was where, when and, sometimes, how many of you are gonna be there when it goes down?

    That kind of peer pressure seemed to be replaced by the reappearance of The Questions: Have you ever done it with a boy... and do you wanna do it with me? And if you did, fine, and if you didn't, that was fine, too. No pressure at all and if you said no and no but changed your mind, okay, cool - where and when? Daring me to suck or fuck or to eat pussy? You were just making it easier for me to do all of those things! And, nope - I wasn't beyond faking like those trying to apply sexual peer pressure were doing a good job of pressuring me into doing something that I really wanted to do and then bursting their victorious bubble by telling them that I would have done it without being dared to - all they had to do was ask.

    I'd learn that the reason such peer pressure didn't affect me was that I wasn't afraid to have sex with boys or girls; unlike many people I'd run into growing up, I grew up going both ways and with a lot of gusto and while many were leery about having sex at all, well, I wasn't one of them and I wasn't all that worried about someone kissing and telling so much because, for one, I was very good at defending myself and, yeah, I could lie and deflect with the best of them. You heard I did what? Sucked Herm's dick? Have you lost your fucking mind? I barely know the dude so I don't even know why anyone would say some shit like that! What? Herm said it? Shit, we all know he's a lying motherfucker so why would you believe him?

    And in the back of my mind I'd be thinking about how much fun I had sucking Herm's dick and him sucking mine... and making a note to have a conversation about not putting business out in the street. And life would just go on. I'd grow up to understand that denying any such sexual activities served no real purpose other than for me finding out who my [B]real[/B] friends were... and my real friends didn't give a shit how I was having sex but my fake ones did so good riddance to those fake motherfuckers.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  5. Peer Pressure - Part III

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My response also served to not only reverse their slick peer pressure back onto them, but it also served to expose their attempts to identify "faggots" and tell everyone they could find and, sometimes, wanting to bring violence to the table. In my early days in the new neighborhood, there wasn't much in the way of sexual peer pressure being applied or attempted but that didn't mean that there weren't a lot of guys in this new hood who, privately, wouldn't object to having sex with another guy - but would, publicly, let everyone within the sound of their voice know that they didn't believe in that shit and any guy who was needed to have his ass kicked and brutally so.

    On this side of town, we had three gangs who loved to fight and there were quite a few validated stories where a guys suspected or accused of being a faggot would get cornered by gang members and either beaten badly... or gang raped then beaten badly. The word on the street was that if some gang members approached you and applied pressure to you to submit to having sex with them, it would be in your best interest to just let them do whatever they wanted since all three gangs were known and suspected of killing people for defying them in anything. Outside of this, however, there wasn't much in the way of "kinder" peer pressure put on guys to have sex with other guys.

    There was just the guys you'd hang out with and some guys you knew well enough that if the question of having sex with each other came up, there was no pressure to go through with it; if you wanted to and he did, fine but, if not, that was okay, too. And it seemed to me that wherever I traveled in the city, the same conditions existed in that daring a guy to suck a dick or whatever was going by the wayside in teens, still very much alive in pre-teens and, upon reaching 16, almost nonexistent amongst guys but, then again, we were applying a lot of peer pressure on girls to give up the pussy to us - but that was considered to be normal and, sometimes, a complete waste of time since girls weren't all that likely to give it up to us and even at the risk of being labeled a dyke or some other kind of lesbian.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  6. Peer Pressure - Part II

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]So while peer pressure and being dared to do something that would guarantee one would get their ass kicked was often walked away from, when it came to doing the nasty with each other, I'd have to say that there weren't many guys who wouldn't cave in to what I'll call the light peer pressure put upon them if they wanted to hang out with us.

    Guys would come and go but until the year I turned 13 the core group of us remained intact. Some guys moved away, other guys would move into our neighborhood and the cycle would be repeated if they wanted to hang out with us... but I wasn't of a mind to put any peer pressure on a new guy I might run into but when they asked what they'd have to do to be able to hang out with the rest of us, I'd tell them and I guess it was just my luck that when I'd tell them that if they wanted to hang out with us as a group, they had to do the nasty with us... and the guy would be more than eager to participate in the initiation. Now, that didn't mean that we'd all gather together and initiate the new guy; that only happened maybe three times and then because the new guy happened to find us and ask, "What are y'all doing?" - then he'd find out what he had stumbled into.

    One on one initiations were... kinder and The Questions would be asked: Have you ever done it with a boy and do you wanna do it? While I knew that some guys would wind up doing it because of peer pressure, if I asked a new guy The Questions and the answers were no and no, it was no big deal to me and I'd learn to let the new guy know that some of my other friends might dare him to do it. Sometime the answers were no and no... but the next day, the new guy I met yesterday would tell me that he's never done it with a boy... but he now wants to do it with me and I was more than okay with that. If he didn't know how to do it, I'd teach him how to do it but it never surprised me if a new guy already knew how to do it to another boy.

    Because I was learning that doing it to other boys wasn't just something that was happening in my neighborhood; I learned that being initiated and the application of peer pressure wasn't just a thing me and my friends would invoke. I'd make a new friend and go visit with him and would, more often than not, be hit with The Dare from his friends but since they were daring me to do something I just loved to do, peer pressure would be negated. I'd "figured out" that the easiest way to avoid this particular form of peer pressure - and to also avoid getting into fights - was to, in those situations, just do what I liked doing.

    I learned that when my family moved to a new neighborhood across town - and while I was away at summer camp - shit... I found myself tossed into a neighborhood full of guys who were "masters" at applying peer pressure and mostly in the areas of fighting, stealing or, again, other forms of mischief that would sometimes involve the police. I very much remember the first day I went outside after finding out that we had move into the projects and was challenged to fight and, well, I wasn't gonna do that but, yeah, wound up fighting five guys... and wiped the ground with them because what they didn't know was that I was trained in the martial arts. There was one guy who was as trained as I was and they were trying to get us to fight... and we didn't because we were well-trained not to... but that was my initiation to the peer pressure in my new neighborhood.

    Having sex with my new peers wasn't what I'd call easy but they were "nice enough" to point out to me the guys in the neighborhood that were known or suspected of having sex with other guys and warning me to stay away from them and in line with the growing sense of homophobia that was spreading around the city. Those who were into it would ask The Questions but as I'd run into them - but not purposely - some were pretty bold in that they wouldn't ask The Questions but, as a kind of dare, would tell me that if they knew me better, they'd suck my dick or whatever - then sit back and see how I was going to react but, being the kind of guy I was, they'd often get shocked when I'd say, "Okay - where and when?" Now the pressure had been reversed and put on them to put up or shut the fuck up and, I dunno, maybe they were used to their form of sexual peer pressure making guys run for the hills?[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  7. Peer Pressure - Part I

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Between the ages of 9 and 16, I was well and truly very deep into having sex with guys and so much that it would take someone a whole lot to get me naked to do something so, as such, the peer pressure that became evident didn't affect me at all... but I can't say the same thing about other guys. Our cadre of horny motherfuckers had grown from three of us to ten and in a matter of weeks and while some of us "happily volunteered" to do the nasty with each other, some of the guys relented and gave in to peer pressure after being dared to, usually, kiss another guy's dick or take it into their mouth and suck it... or lie down to be screwed in the butt.

    You could see how it affected some guys and, well, they'd be scared to do anything that looked like the one thing us boys were told never to do but, at the same time, they didn't want to not be friends with any of us and none of us were of a mind to not accept a dare because if you did, the whole neighborhood would find out in a hurry that you were a chicken and a yellow-bellied coward - and those, along with other such taunts, would be fighting words.

    If you wanted to hang out with us, being initiated was a given and pretty much par for the course and peer pressure played a huge role in our initiation methods and they were... simple: Have sex with one of us and you're in; refuse to and you're out and everyone else was going to find out that you're a chicken. It "made sense" in a way but by the time there were 15 of us horny fuckers, eh, it would often make me feel bad to see some new kid who wanted to hang out with us be subjected to our brand of peer pressure and, clearly, they were scared to death to give into it. And for those who didn't, they were warned that if they told anyone what we were doing, well, I think you can guess what was promised to them.

    Not to worry though - we never carried out the threat to beat them up but the threat also served to get guys who weren't all that willing to participate in our sexual romps to cave in and romp right along with the rest of us. It would surprise me at times to hear that a guy would first refuse to be initiated in our "gang" but then he would be and, often and literally crying and bawling about it but once they submitted to the sex - normally sucking dick - many were fully on board. By the time there was 20 of us, there wasn't a single one of us who weren't sucking dick and, when we all got to that point - swallow sperm and, likewise, there weren't any of us who didn't engage in sticking it in someone's butt and, in turn, getting it stuck in our own butts.

    Even the guys who were eager to be fucked and would say, "Okay, but don't stick it in too far!" would, eventually, drop that condition and urge whomever was screwing them to stick it in and as far as they could get it. There were other examples where peer pressure would come into play and sex wasn't involved and even us guys in the gang weren't of a mind to let peer pressure get us to do something that would get us in a world of trouble, like being dared to go into a store and steal something or other acts of mischief because, back then, we were a village; if an adult caught us doing something we shouldn't have been doing, not only would they scold us for it - and rat us out to our parents - they would beat our asses, take us home, rat us out, and our asses would get beaten again.

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  8. Wondering

    I have been wondering for quite some time what it feels like to pleasure another man, and to experience the taste of his cum. I have talked to my wife about this, and she “seems” to be “onboard”. I do NOT se ,yself having sex with another man, BUT, I really need to answer this for myself.
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