I’ve been wanting to make this post since starting this blog but never found the courage. Today I realised that the time has come to share. I can’t keep this buried for much longer. This will change the way you see me and probably not for the better. But I like you guys and I can’t keep living this lie.
The truth is that I used to be a cumslut.
Yes, it’s true. It started early last year when I was rejected for jury duty without an explanation. That sort of rejection plays havoc with a man’s self esteem. Some bottle it up, others act out there rage. Me? I acted like a cock goblin for six months, fiending for that comforting feeling of hot licks of jism splashing against my face and the warm sensation as the member slid down my throat and into darkness.
I was really bad at one stage, revelling in the attention from random men. I’d go days on end without showering, sometimes having a mixture of ten different men glued to my hair at any one time. I reeked of cum, yet men still desired me. To me that was real power.
One time I’d hopped in the car of some guy who shot me eyes at the bar. He drove us to a park not far away. With my face buried deep in his crotch I heard a knock on the window: the cops had come along. The guy was acting like a bitch, crying and shit. Saying he had a family and this would kill them to find out. The policemen took pity on him too, slightly disgusted at the sight of a grown man blubbering in the dirt in front of them. I turned to them and said I’ll give them both a headjob if they forget about this. They agreed. I filled with power and took every last drop of cum they had to offer.
The harder I sucked, the harder they came, the bigger I felt.
But one day I woke up and saw what I was doing to myself. I’d lost respect for my body on my quest to be the world’s biggest cumslut. I decided to stop guzzling man juice and start again. It hasn’t been easy and I’ve slipped up a few times, but I’m on my way to recovery.
I just hope you don’t think less of me for this… But I know that’s asking a lot.