Bi Male cum lover.

I suppose my first indicatiion that I wasn’t straight was as a teenager. I knew I fancied women but at the same time I was obsessed with the idea of sucking cock and drinking cum. My antasies were split between whatever girl or page 3 model I was hot for at that moment, or wanking off inthe woods to the thought of swallowing cum by the glass full. I even experimented a bit with crossdressing, which was fun, and usually ended up with me spunking all over myself as I imagined some guy fucking my ass. I was pretty confused. I didn’t think I was gay, but I wondered if I might be, even though my crushes were all girls. Realising I was bisexual was a revelation, as was my first same sex experience. And I wasn’t disappointed by that first taste of cum (or the many more tastes I had that night).

Spunk. Cum. Sperm. I don’t know what it is about that sticky, creamy stuff but I’ve always had an obsession with it. I suppose the first indication I had that I was bisexual was the urge I had to taste it. As a teen, I had fantasies about drinking cum by the glass. Part of me has always been ashamed of that. But another part of loves the fact that it turns me on so much. That the desire to lap freshly shot spunk from my own hand, or another man’s cock drives me mad with lust. I don’t really get the opportunity to taste anyone’s but my own these days, but the fantasy is still a strong one. I am a cumlover. A cumslut. And I’m proud to call myself that. #cumslut #cumlover