During my solitary indulgences, I found myself captivated by the primal act of violent ejaculation. Nearly every video I consumed climaxed with the featured woman eagerly receiving the climactic cumshot, a ritual that stirred something deep within me. This fascination with cum, this "cumloving," was one of my earliest and most noted kinks.

I felt an instinctive connection to this act, as I, too, produce copious amounts of semen despite my frequent self-pleasuring sessions. I take pride in my clean diet, which results in sweet, potent juices that I offer in moments of passionate admiration. I revel in being a "producer" and a "shooter." If I were to abstain from release for just one day, the volume of my load would be overwhelming, capable of traveling several feet. There were times when I inadvertently cleared my iPad and hit myself in the face, writhing in uncontrollable fits of squirting ecstasy.

Given the freedom, I often chose to finish on a woman's face. The act of her giddy acceptance was tantalizing, the erotic sensation of my most intimate liquid being offered to her eager visage. Facials, to me, are not demeaning; they are acts of worship and intimacy. I love my wife deeply, and covering her face with my reproductive essence is an overt expression of that love.

In high school, I realized not everyone shared my lust for cum; some even despised receiving facials. Determined to understand if my desire was reasonable, I decided to give myself one. I meticulously planned the event, ensuring I had the house to myself so I could truly relax. I refrained from cumming all day, feeling the pressure build within my swelling sack. After a shower, I began browsing erotic cumloving content.

Being fit and flexible, I effortlessly curled my legs over my head, ready to unleash my heavy load onto my face. It was then I realized I could easily suck my own cock. Laughing and smiling at the thought, I decided to give it a try. After all, how different could it be from jerking off?

I got myself fully aroused, threw my legs up, and positioned my foot on the headboard, pressing my hips down toward my face. Resting on a pillow, I slipped my throbbing member into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head. I could reach about two to three inches, straining to really suck it. Though it didn't feel quite the same as when my partners had done it, the act itself was intensely arousing.

My phone had gone to sleep, but I was on the brink of climax from the sheer thrill of self-sucking. Jerking my pulsing erection directly above myself, I watched my hanging balls bounce above. As my cock bucked, I released a forceful series of cumshots straight down.

I was drenched, covered nearly head to toe. I had accidentally hit myself in the face before, but this was an entire, overstocked load. A significant amount landed in my mouth, while the rest slopped off my face and pooled around my eyes.

My initial gasp was from the warmth of such a heavy volume. After the shock, I savored the deeply flavorful, sweet, and salty combination, a stark contrast to the potent chlorine-like aroma I had expected. Licking my glazed lips, I moaned as I tasted my own sweet juice.

That night marked my first time self-sucking, solo facials, and truly swallowing my own load. While I have sucked myself since, it remains a rarity due to the effort involved. However, I continue to practice self-facials, relishing in being covered and getting an "accidental" taste. This is the only way I consume myself; I typically don't "clean up" unless it's shot directly into my mouth. Even now, I only eat my own spunk if it comes straight from the source or from a creampie I leave in my wife