First Taste

First Taste

I remember my first taste of come

how it felt in my mouth

trying to swallow

with dick taking up so much space already

not wanting to gag

not wanting to seem inexperienced


I knew it going to happen

yet when it did I was a surprised

the quantity   the taste   the consistency

the after taste


the feel of the cock

getting bigger  fuller  a little harder

the brief throb as sperm jarred out

jammed into my throat


he groaning

holding my head to keep me from pulling away

even though I had no intention of pulling away

wanting to this first time to be perfect


I remember that taste

but don’t remember him

can’t recall if the cock was cut or not

we were both drunk

that’s how it happened in those days

I had to be drunk to let my guard down

our excuse juice

my distorted sense of good and evil

put sex into the dark where

only someone drunk enough

would be   could be

so dirty   so perverse


the revolution has happened baby

we can suck cock and talk about it on TV

get advice on what to eat

to make sperm taste better

calorie reduced and no trans fats either

but nothing yet has matched

that first dirty taste of the perverse


I suppose I should have had a trigger warning at the top of this post besides explicit sexual content. This piece has none of the surreal imagery as last weeks. No attempt to distance the reader with clever language or an innocent detached amusement with no actually sex act described.bld02

This is one of my ‘in your pants’ raunch pieces which I usually perform when I get to do queer erotica events – it’s clearly not intellectual enough for the more serious minded queer literary events where last weeks piece would fit in perfectly. I don’t think I’ve performed this at a non-queer event though.

The first draft was easy to write. In editing it I paid attention to phrases like ‘sperm jarred out/jammed into.’ I needed to capture a sense of thrust at the moment of coming plus I like the word jam with its two meanings – something to spread on toast & something push dint a space.bld03

I move on to a more reflective mood in remembering this first encounter – being drunk was pivotal – the lowering of inhibitions. I used to call it ‘excuse juice’ – there are still men who are only queer after a couple of drinks.bld04

Things have pretty much changed from my early sexual experiences. I no longer need to be drunk to enjoy sex for one thing. The TV show episode is real though I can’t tell you want show it was but it was out of Europe. The ‘calorie reduced & no trans fats’ is a my spin on the information on line one can find about the biological contents of sperm & also food packaging trying to sell you ‘all natural’ supposedly healthy junk food. Now that’s perverse.

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