CUM SOMMELIER by Jorge Alvarez
Dear Grossao, I love your stories, I hope you'll love my true life story. My name is Matt, I'm a white American male, mid-thirties, twice divorced, 6'5, athletic, very masculine. I work as a coach for college basketball teams. My only weakness is sucking dick. I'm really addicted.
It all started in my early teens when my dad who was also a basketball coach made me mascot for his team. It turned out that several of his players took for granted that I was supposed to suck their cocks, which I did, becoming instantly addicted. I never complained to daddy, and I suppose he knew.
Anyway, I guess I was born to suck cock. Believe it or not my full name is Matt Cox Sucher, Cox from mom, Sucher from dad, whose family comes from Germany. I try not to use my middle name, but Sucher is always pronounced Sucker, so...
I've always had a very big mouth, I guess it's in my genes, so I was able from the start to suck the largest cocks. I came to prefer them, as they give my throat a nice fullness. But I'd suck any dick. Also, small cocks sometimes deliver surprisingly huge loads. And I love cum, you could call me a cum guzzler.
In the beginning I was proud of my ability to suck as many as they came. As the players in dad's team spread the word about me, other teams asked for my services and I always had my mouth full. Thirty cum loads a day was not unusual.
With time, I came to appreciate quality over quantity. You can say I became a sommelier of college basketball male semen. In blind tests I can identify from what testes one sample came, if I have tasted it before. As for provenance and vintage, there's a remarkable consistency for each place of origin and year, I guess it's the water or something in the air. But if I taste one load, I immediately know from what college the guy comes and his year of graduation.
There are great vintages that I can recommend. Ohio State '89 is a legendary year. Heady bouquet, with overtones of tobacco, malt and coke, with a strong blue cheese finish, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste. If you're looking for an All-American classic, you should taste those guys. And the great thing is that like great wines they improve with age.
I won't go into my list of favorites which you can check in my blog, CumSommelier. To make a long story short, and coming to the present time, I'm now in Alabama, where I'm honing a great stable of African-American players which I hope will not only become one of the greatest teams ever in the NCAA, but also replace Ohio St. '89 as the best cum there is to taste - and swallow, of course.
One problem I have now, as a coach, is to keep my two main activities separate: coaching on one side, cocksucking on the other. And for that I use one of humankind's greatest inventions, the glory hole.
In Alabama I was lucky to find a glory hole already in place. One side is in a stall in the locker room, the other in a closet accessed only through a secret passage to which I have the only key. There's no way the players can figure who's on my side.
We have two daily cocksucking sessions. One in the morning before practice, the other in the afternoon, before they shower. I hate the taste of soap on clean cocks and balls, it kills all the natural aromas of sweat and cock cheese. I'd never exchange one single dirty dick for a million clean ones.
All my players are African-American, with one exception, Andy, a redhead. By the way, Andy used to be the team's oly bitch. They all fuck his ass, even while I'm giving him a blowjob. I suck him too but he can't compare with his black team mates. Darren is my favorite, 13 inches of thick hard meat, always already to deliver oodles of thick, savory white cream. All my boys are above 10 inches, all very thick. And for some reason their semen has a consistent faisandé taste, not unlike the best overripe Roquefort. Delicious.
Unfortunately I had to gargle with a lot of Listerine after each session, so the smell in my mouth wouldn't give me away as the hungry cocksucker who services them through the glory hole.
Once a week I go out at night to do some scouting. I'm always looking for new talent for my team. I make the tour of the main glory holes in our area to taste any newcumers who might improve my stable of black studs. I've found two very promising boys last season. The problem in those sorties is that sometimes I drink too much and get careless. That's what got me in trouble.
I was in the restroom of a local bar, sucking dick as usual. This particular cock was very black, a wonderful dark chocolate oversized bar. He was pumping my throat in a nice pace and I felt he was close. Waiting for the delicious moment when his cum would start gushing, I was lost in reverie, reliving similar high points of my cocksucking life, when I felt that that cock felt suddenly bigger, much thicker. That's when he started shooting a truly huge load.
I instantly recognized Darren's unmistakable taste. It was him. I couldn't let go, you don't waste that kind of Premier Grand Cru of America's best cum. I was still rolling that heavenly cream in my mouth when the door to my stall was brought down. Darren broke the lock and came in. It was a trap, and now my cover was blown.
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So you're the faggot who gives us blowjobs... Our own coach, Mr. Cocksucker.
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Please Darren, don't do this to me, please. You'd ruin my career. I'll do anything you want, anything, if you keep this between us.
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First you have to finish my bro' off, he was about to cum.
Shaking all over, I go down on his friend. I swallow his remarkable load but I know Darren wants much more from me. I beg him to come with me, just the two of us, to my office, so we can talk.
Once there, Darren tells me to undress and bend over, and ties my hands to the desk.
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No Darren, please! I'm a virgin, buttwise. I've never been fucked!
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I'm going to take care of that.
To make a long rape short, the giant black basketball player scored a lot of slam dunks up my ass and left me with a bloody, bruised, extremely happy male pussy. So many years wasted sucking cock, when heaven was so close, but I never suspected it. I was afraid of the pain, the dangers of anal sex, so it took Darren to open for me the doors of paradise. He turned me into his bitch, his slave, and I begged for more. But the sun was rising and we had a working day ahead.
In the morning I saw that my boys were restless. For the first time in ages there had been no early cocksucking session. Where was the guy who gave them their regular blowjobs? Same thing in the afternoon. They left the locker room in a rage.
I was back in my office, having my ass plowed by my new slave master. Darren brought a whip and flogged me while he worked on expanding the new cunt he had carved me the night before. I howled in ecstasy, sure that no one would hear me in the empty building.
And so my life was totally changed. Darren was insatiable. His demands on his new slave grow day by day. He brings me to a leather bar and has me walk around on all fours with a dog collar. I have to lick his friends' asses and offer them my own. After I make the round, taking I don't know how many cum loads up the ass, Darren gives a brutal fuck, after which he slams his foot in my cunt. I'm in heaven.
One evening the boys pretended to leave but stayed hidden outside my office. When Darren started to fuck me, they all burst in and I had to service one by one, becoming officially the team's bitch. Andy is not very happy, he's now just a stand-in for me.
So now, Grossao, I thought of inviting you to visit our campus. I think you'll enjoy the sight of a white coach being fucked by his whole team of black giants. And you can also have my services as a cum sommelier.