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When I was 13 or 14 I was visited by my 18 year old neigbor friend. I was alone in my bedroom, my mother was two storeys lower in the kitchen. The guy from next door said he wanted to borrow a book from me. It was an excuse. He began to talk about sexual things. I found it strange but got really excited. He noticed and suddenly he grabbed my exposed bulge. I was scared first but let him and soon began to like it, love it. He asked me if I wanted to touch his penis. I put my hand in his briefs and felt his rather big rock hard dick. He asked me to put my mouth around his cock. I hesitated but I did. And when I felt his snake in my mouth I realised: this is what I want. I moved my mouth up and down round his shaft. I thought it was maybe clumsy, but apparently it worked, cause within a minute or so he came in my mouth. I wanted to remove my mouth but he gently forced me to keep it where it was. I thinks he delivered seven or eight squirts of sperm in my mouth. A few seconds I thought of spitting it out, but decided to swallow it. And I loved it. I knew it was the best I ever tasted and I knew this is what I want. I don't know if what he did was right, but I know I am thankful for it, because he made me realise that I was made for cum eating. It's know some twenty years later, I swallowed his cum quite a few times after that afternoon, and I tasted and ate the cum of hundreds and hundreds of guys in the years that followed. And I don't intend to change that habit. There really is nothing that makes me feel more alive than fresh loads of juice unloaded in my unsatiable mouth.