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my first taste was my own – accidentally – when i blew a load that landed on my face… the warmth, the smell, and, when i licked my lips out of curiosity, the taste - it had me craving it like i’d never wanted anything else before… i was (and still am) too short to suck myself (though i tried and tried), and so i filled my hand and slurped it down… i even aimed at my mouth by throwing my legs up over my head - with mixed results - though that proved to be useful later on for a similar, but different reason…

But then i noticed the size of “my” younger, but suddenly NO LONGER little Brother and my craving turned into an all out obsession… i “stalked” Him around the house, trying for better views of His Man-sized Bulge, and played with my little thingy while fantasizing about touching and feeling and tasting Him…

He caught on (i should’ve guessed when it got easier to see Him), called me out, and dared me to do more than just look… This was the chance i had dreamed of, and HAD to call His bluff, and within minutes He was feeding me for the first of many, many times to "Cum"…

...and i have swallowed every time over the fifty-five years since that fateful night, whether It was Him and His or Someone Else’s…