My name is TREVOR. I am a proud, self proclaimed, life long lover of s****. Really I’m just a “Head W****” and wouldn’t mind having a t-shirt with that moniker emblazoned across it. I love the salty bitter taste, the viscous creamy textures, and that unmistakable musky smell of J***. I will say this though, when it involves warm spurts of sperm coming my way, my personal favorite is when it’s really thick, sort of like mucus or even a gelatinous custard. I like to call that “C*** Snot”. Cute name, huh? But truthfully, I’ve also enjoyed many weak and runny orgasmic offerings as well, such as precum for instance. It’s always a thin consistency. And of course, not to be forgotten is that pure youthful testicular treat from adolescent boys barely beginning puberty whose hormones and glands are not yet in full production causing all that boy-batter excreted from their smooth, tight bodies to be kind of watery and of a lesser amount. That bittersweet stuff from the fountain of juvenescence is always a welcome wet spot on the tongue and I remember well my days of bicycles, bubblegum, baseball, and blowjobs secretly given to other boys. The deliciousness I savored from the ripe flavors of childhood f******* still linger on my palette and I dream about them often. Another aspect of the oral experience is how much I love the sticky quality that prostate pudding has whenever its smeared on my face or on my hands. Now to be completely honest I usually prefer to have a guy’s gooey gunk in my mouth but ever so often it’s nice to play around a bit and so I have no problem with someone shooting a slimey wad on my face and smearing it around or letting his jerk sauce erupt all over my fingers whenever I give a h******* and then just rubbing his creaminess in like lotion. It’s actually good for the skin anyway. Most times however, I simply live for the e***** sensation that comes from a forceful power squirt of ejaculate into my mouth. Nothing at all feels better than that even though I am perfectly content with a guy whose groin spasms serve up a slow and steady ooze of man-milk to lap up as well. I suppose as long as erect and h**** penises are still out there throbin’ globs of s** juices in copious quantities I’m happy. And let me not forget to mention that it’s not just about the taste. Indeed, one of my favorite scents in the world is the distinct and slightly gamey smell of j*** such as when it has dried on a shirt, or on underwear, or a yummy cummy j*** rag. I know some people find that aroma a tad off-putting but I’ve always found it to be a huge turn on and a powerhouse stimuli to my senses. I remember a friend of mine when I was younger whose house I would sleep over at quite often. He had a dirty clothes hamper in his bedroom closet and sometimes I would dig through it to find pairs of his underwear that he’d had wet dreams in just so I could sniff them. More often than not I would end up putting that portion of the fabric in my mouth, getting it wet, and sucking the dried j***, now moistened from my saliva, back out of it. Trust me, If it were easier to drink s**** in larger volumes I definitely would and thankfully on rare occasions I have been able to do so. At various times I have asked guys whom I know to save their f***-fluid in a jar and when it’s full give it to me to swallow down like an intoxicating beverage. Only a few were adventurous enough to oblige by collecting their sperm squirts for me and that was just damn fun. But in the end there’s nothing like going directly to the tap to quench a thirst. I think sucking c*** is the most satisfying, most beautiful, most e*****, most desired, of all the various s***** activities. That’s just my opinion though but what a great way to receive a warm spermy wad to enjoy. and conversely what a great way for the guy that’s being pleasured to reach a true state of euphoria. As far as I’m concerned the preferred place for a d*** is in a warm wet mouth. Through the years In an ongoing search to relieve my persistent craving for male reproductive fluids I learned to throw inhibitions to the wind and allow myself opportunities to experience what some would only dare to fantasize about and others might judge with considerable aversion. I have many times savored animal offerings such as dog s**** and horse s****. Admittedly, I was blowing dog c*** as early as 9 yrs old. My horse experience came much later. Say what you want, but I wouldn’t trade either of those sexcapades for anything and they were such remarkable, fun, events in my life that I’ve written tales of those occurrences in other confessions I’ve posted. As a true connoisseur, I believe that c** is a liquid life force. Its liquid gold. Its ambrosia of the Gods. And from the moment that first drop of sponge hit my tastebuds and tonsils as a youngster, I’ve been addicted. And I cant think of a nicer vice to have than procuring c** from the willing crotch of a guy and riding the intense high that the salacious imbibing of wiener-wine brings. I am a slave to s****. That is my confession. Always have been. Always will be. But I’m not looking for absolution. So take your pants off, drop your undies, and show me that b****. I’m now serving the next guy in line.