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My phone buzzed, and glancing at it I saw I had a message from Jackson, a friend of mine, who had been telling me about a very intriguing experience that he had had that he thought I would find just as intriguing!
The text read: R U STILL INTERESTED IN A SC? IF U R U HAVE A CHANCE 2 NIGHT!
The abbreviation 'SC' meant sperm cocktail! Apparently, according to Jackson, there was a group of like-minded guys in the area who would get together occasionally, and collectively, they would each contribute a load of cum into a wine glass of some sort, and by prior arrangement, someone (either one of the group, or a friend of one of the groups members) would be entitled to drink it. They were calling it a Sperm Cocktail.
The idea, as an idea, sounded interesting, even exciting, but I hesitated. I texted Jackson to ask for more details.
HOW MANY CONTRIBUTORS?!!
His reply was: 8!!!!
Eight different guys were going to shoot their load of cum into a wine glass? And then I was going to consider DRINKING it all down?! In one way, the idea was strangely exciting, but on the other hand, it was kind of crazy, too! But still, ultimately, my curiosity got the better of me, and I texted him back to say that I was interested! A moment later, I almost changed my mind and texted him back to decline; but I didn't!
His reply was a smiley face, followed by ten exclamation marks! Typical Jackson response.
He texted me back to give me the address to where the get together was to take place (and where I'd experience my first-ever Sperm Cocktail, though not my first taste of cum)!
As I got there, I was feeling both nervous, as well as excited! Once in the apartment, I could see more than eight guys. It was more like 10 or 12!
Jackson was very animated when he caught sight of me.
"This is going to be GREAT!" He said, practically bouncing up and down like a k** in a candy store. "You're going to LOVE IT! There's eleven guys here, instead of the eight I told you about earlier!" He gave several excited little hops again, and then turning to look at the others, he said, raising his voice so that he could be heard: "Everyone? May I have your attention, please? My good friend is here with us tonight to have his very FIRST sperm cocktail!" He motioned for me to come to where he was standing. "So, let's give him a big round of applause, okay!?"
The other guys all clapped and smiled as Jackson beamed next to me in proud excitement.
Then, after the applause had stopped, I was led to where to where what appeared to be an antique 'Victorian', or pseudo-Victorian side table, stood. On it, was a circular lace doily, something I hadn't seen in years, resting at the very center of the table top. In the very middle of that sat what was more like a large brandy snifter. It sat on a slightly short pedestal, and the slightly flattened goblet gleamed in the light that came from above. There was something 'portentous' looking about it!
I glanced around me and saw the smiling faces of all those other guys standing around looking at me. I felt my pulse thudding in my chest.
"Is everybody READY?!" Jackson asked.
There was a murmur from the others, and there was a sudden, general un-zipping-of-zippers that took place, and I watched as first one, then two, guys, who most I had never seen before in my life, began stroking their cocks. Others followed suit, and I watched in silent amazement as sometimes two and three guys at practically the same time began ejaculating their load of cum into the brandy snifter! The scene had a slightly surreal aura about it at first, but after watching it for a moment or so, there was no doubt that it was real, indeed!
"Hurry up, guys!" My friend Jackson urged the others. "We don't want it to cool off, you know!"
Though there had been 11 different contributors (or 'donors', as Jackson called them), it was surprising just how quickly the brandy snifter filled up; and the over all quantity was more than a little impressive!
When the last 'donor' had unloaded his cum, Jackson stepped up to the antique table and carefully (almost reverentially) lifted the cum-filled glass up off the lace doily it had sat on during the brief, but very thrilling 'donations', and smiling broadly, he offered me the glass!
I took it from him; my heart beating like crazy as I did; and remember looking closely at ALL that sperm! It had it's characteristically clouded ivory coloration; and I found myself wondering (for just a second) just how MAN sperm the brandy snifter now contained? Millions? Probably more like many BILLIONS!!!
"Hurry up before it get's COLD!" I heard Jackson saying to me suddenly. "It's the best when it's as fresh and WARM as possible!"
My heart was still beating hard in my chest, and so I just put the glass to my lips, and surrounded by 11 different smiling and eager faces, I raised it up and began drinking! I was unable to swallow the entire glass-full in one gulp, however; and so after I'd swallowed it, I immediately swallowed the second one! I held the contents inside my mouth for a second, or so, before swallowing it; but when I did, a burst of applause erupted from the 'donors' who stood around me!
I saw Jackson's reaction. The only word for it was 'ecstatic!'
"Oh my GOD!" He said, still clapping his hands and smiling at me. "You DID IT! You DID IT!!! Oh my GOD! You really DID IT!!"
I looked down into the brandy snifter and saw that there was a little bit of sperm left, puddled at the bottom of the glass, and so I lifted it up and tilted the remainder into my mouth! Again, more applause followed.
"Well," Jackson said, proudly, as if he was my father, and that I'd just graduated from college, or something, "now you are one of US! Your now part of the Sperm Cocktail Club, and a member in good standing! Congratulations!"
I handed him the glass. He took it, still smiling broadly. "Well done!" He said, genuinely happy with me.
I received similar welcoming responses from all the others, and as I did, as I shook hands, and smiled, and chatted (even with guys I'd never laid eyes on before till that night). The taste of all that sperm lingered in my mouth. It wasn't an unpleasant taste by any means. In fact, I liked the subtle 'nutty' flavor; and under that, there was a faint but discernable, sweetness to it, as well! Or, that's how it seemed to me in that moment.
Later, as some of the 'donors' began to leave (congratulating me once again as they did!), I watched Jackson as he rinsed out the glass where all that sperm had just been. I watched him handling it carefully, gently, almost reverentially! Then he dried it (with equal care), and wrapping it up in a special piece of cloth (apparently reserved just for that), he put it back into a fancy decorated (antique) lacquer box, and then closed the lid and place the entire thing up the top shelf of the kitchen.
"There!" Jackson said, smiling, and turning to me. "Till NEXT time!"
He asked me if I'd enjoyed what I'd done, and I assured him I had!
"Good!" He replied. "Next time you will be expected to make your own 'donation!' "
"I will?"
"Oh yes. Of course!" He said. "That's the way it works, you see! Each of us contributes to it, and as the cycle eventually goes around till it's your turn once again! Since this was your first time, you'll have to wait your turn. And that means you'll make 12 'donation' before it's YOUR turn again; but that's how the whole thing works!"
"So, how long has this been a thing?" I asked him.
"Quite some time!" He said, once again, beaming happily.
"Who are the other guys?"
"Fellow members of the Sperm Cocktail Club," he said with chuckle. "Like you are!"
I made sure I thanked Jackson, which seemed to please him very much.
"I knew you'd love it!" He replied, with a playfully impish grin.
"So, how often does this occur?" I asked (by which I meant the gathering to make a sperm cocktail).
"Every second Friday evening of every month," he replied.
"Let me know the next time!" I said. "I definitely want in on it."
Jackson grinned. "I will! But, remember? The next time it will be someone else's turn to have the cocktail; and you'll be one of the 'donors!' "
That idea sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and I pictured my own sperm on that occasion mingling in with all the other sperm, from all the other 'donors', and I wanted to be a part of that for sure!
The End
The text read: R U STILL INTERESTED IN A SC? IF U R U HAVE A CHANCE 2 NIGHT!
The abbreviation 'SC' meant sperm cocktail! Apparently, according to Jackson, there was a group of like-minded guys in the area who would get together occasionally, and collectively, they would each contribute a load of cum into a wine glass of some sort, and by prior arrangement, someone (either one of the group, or a friend of one of the groups members) would be entitled to drink it. They were calling it a Sperm Cocktail.
The idea, as an idea, sounded interesting, even exciting, but I hesitated. I texted Jackson to ask for more details.
HOW MANY CONTRIBUTORS?!!
His reply was: 8!!!!
Eight different guys were going to shoot their load of cum into a wine glass? And then I was going to consider DRINKING it all down?! In one way, the idea was strangely exciting, but on the other hand, it was kind of crazy, too! But still, ultimately, my curiosity got the better of me, and I texted him back to say that I was interested! A moment later, I almost changed my mind and texted him back to decline; but I didn't!
His reply was a smiley face, followed by ten exclamation marks! Typical Jackson response.
He texted me back to give me the address to where the get together was to take place (and where I'd experience my first-ever Sperm Cocktail, though not my first taste of cum)!
As I got there, I was feeling both nervous, as well as excited! Once in the apartment, I could see more than eight guys. It was more like 10 or 12!
Jackson was very animated when he caught sight of me.
"This is going to be GREAT!" He said, practically bouncing up and down like a k** in a candy store. "You're going to LOVE IT! There's eleven guys here, instead of the eight I told you about earlier!" He gave several excited little hops again, and then turning to look at the others, he said, raising his voice so that he could be heard: "Everyone? May I have your attention, please? My good friend is here with us tonight to have his very FIRST sperm cocktail!" He motioned for me to come to where he was standing. "So, let's give him a big round of applause, okay!?"
The other guys all clapped and smiled as Jackson beamed next to me in proud excitement.
Then, after the applause had stopped, I was led to where to where what appeared to be an antique 'Victorian', or pseudo-Victorian side table, stood. On it, was a circular lace doily, something I hadn't seen in years, resting at the very center of the table top. In the very middle of that sat what was more like a large brandy snifter. It sat on a slightly short pedestal, and the slightly flattened goblet gleamed in the light that came from above. There was something 'portentous' looking about it!
I glanced around me and saw the smiling faces of all those other guys standing around looking at me. I felt my pulse thudding in my chest.
"Is everybody READY?!" Jackson asked.
There was a murmur from the others, and there was a sudden, general un-zipping-of-zippers that took place, and I watched as first one, then two, guys, who most I had never seen before in my life, began stroking their cocks. Others followed suit, and I watched in silent amazement as sometimes two and three guys at practically the same time began ejaculating their load of cum into the brandy snifter! The scene had a slightly surreal aura about it at first, but after watching it for a moment or so, there was no doubt that it was real, indeed!
"Hurry up, guys!" My friend Jackson urged the others. "We don't want it to cool off, you know!"
Though there had been 11 different contributors (or 'donors', as Jackson called them), it was surprising just how quickly the brandy snifter filled up; and the over all quantity was more than a little impressive!
When the last 'donor' had unloaded his cum, Jackson stepped up to the antique table and carefully (almost reverentially) lifted the cum-filled glass up off the lace doily it had sat on during the brief, but very thrilling 'donations', and smiling broadly, he offered me the glass!
I took it from him; my heart beating like crazy as I did; and remember looking closely at ALL that sperm! It had it's characteristically clouded ivory coloration; and I found myself wondering (for just a second) just how MAN sperm the brandy snifter now contained? Millions? Probably more like many BILLIONS!!!
"Hurry up before it get's COLD!" I heard Jackson saying to me suddenly. "It's the best when it's as fresh and WARM as possible!"
My heart was still beating hard in my chest, and so I just put the glass to my lips, and surrounded by 11 different smiling and eager faces, I raised it up and began drinking! I was unable to swallow the entire glass-full in one gulp, however; and so after I'd swallowed it, I immediately swallowed the second one! I held the contents inside my mouth for a second, or so, before swallowing it; but when I did, a burst of applause erupted from the 'donors' who stood around me!
I saw Jackson's reaction. The only word for it was 'ecstatic!'
"Oh my GOD!" He said, still clapping his hands and smiling at me. "You DID IT! You DID IT!!! Oh my GOD! You really DID IT!!"
I looked down into the brandy snifter and saw that there was a little bit of sperm left, puddled at the bottom of the glass, and so I lifted it up and tilted the remainder into my mouth! Again, more applause followed.
"Well," Jackson said, proudly, as if he was my father, and that I'd just graduated from college, or something, "now you are one of US! Your now part of the Sperm Cocktail Club, and a member in good standing! Congratulations!"
I handed him the glass. He took it, still smiling broadly. "Well done!" He said, genuinely happy with me.
I received similar welcoming responses from all the others, and as I did, as I shook hands, and smiled, and chatted (even with guys I'd never laid eyes on before till that night). The taste of all that sperm lingered in my mouth. It wasn't an unpleasant taste by any means. In fact, I liked the subtle 'nutty' flavor; and under that, there was a faint but discernable, sweetness to it, as well! Or, that's how it seemed to me in that moment.
Later, as some of the 'donors' began to leave (congratulating me once again as they did!), I watched Jackson as he rinsed out the glass where all that sperm had just been. I watched him handling it carefully, gently, almost reverentially! Then he dried it (with equal care), and wrapping it up in a special piece of cloth (apparently reserved just for that), he put it back into a fancy decorated (antique) lacquer box, and then closed the lid and place the entire thing up the top shelf of the kitchen.
"There!" Jackson said, smiling, and turning to me. "Till NEXT time!"
He asked me if I'd enjoyed what I'd done, and I assured him I had!
"Good!" He replied. "Next time you will be expected to make your own 'donation!' "
"I will?"
"Oh yes. Of course!" He said. "That's the way it works, you see! Each of us contributes to it, and as the cycle eventually goes around till it's your turn once again! Since this was your first time, you'll have to wait your turn. And that means you'll make 12 'donation' before it's YOUR turn again; but that's how the whole thing works!"
"So, how long has this been a thing?" I asked him.
"Quite some time!" He said, once again, beaming happily.
"Who are the other guys?"
"Fellow members of the Sperm Cocktail Club," he said with chuckle. "Like you are!"
I made sure I thanked Jackson, which seemed to please him very much.
"I knew you'd love it!" He replied, with a playfully impish grin.
"So, how often does this occur?" I asked (by which I meant the gathering to make a sperm cocktail).
"Every second Friday evening of every month," he replied.
"Let me know the next time!" I said. "I definitely want in on it."
Jackson grinned. "I will! But, remember? The next time it will be someone else's turn to have the cocktail; and you'll be one of the 'donors!' "
That idea sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and I pictured my own sperm on that occasion mingling in with all the other sperm, from all the other 'donors', and I wanted to be a part of that for sure!
The End
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