Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2006 18:38:39 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: huge-and-thick/cum-sommelier

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.

- So you're the faggot who gives us blowjobs... Our own coach, Mr. Cocksucker.

- 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.

- 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.

- No Darren, please! I'm a virgin, buttwise. I've never been fucked!

- 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.