Of course I've tried.
Not a man alive hasn't wished he were a dog on occasion, because (1) they can lick their own cocks and (2) they are un-self-conscious enough to do so in broad daylight. It's tantalizing to sit there with an erection straining up at you. You can curl up to see it closer: it looks immense (an illusion we never get tired of), only inches away. It's the longest few inches in the world. It's maddening.
But then, if I could do that, I might never leave the house.
When I was younger, thinner and more flexible, it was (barely) possible to take my own penis into my mouth. It was the very limit of my flexibility to do that, and I couldn't maintain the position to orgasm. I didn't attempt this more than once or twice before I judged it was not worth the trouble. Probably a good thing it's so difficult to do.
Two men watched a dog licking his privates. One said, "I wish I could do that."
The other replied, "That dog 'ud bite you."
For years, I wanted to know what my sperm tasted like, but I couldn't think of a way to find out. Fellating myself hadn't worked.
I tasted my clear pre-ejaculate fluid. I learned it has a name: Cowper's gland secretion. I found it downright tasty, surprisingly so. Also, well, in order to get it, I have to be somewhat aroused, but the taste of it makes me more so. I find it difficult to stay at the level of arousal at which this fluid is produced without yielding to the compulsion to masturbate to orgasm.
(Could herself possibly have wanted to know that? Well, I mean, she knows what it tastes like, I'm sure, though she hasn't offered an opinion, but would it bother her to know that I know what it tastes like?)
I tried masturbating into my hand, with the intent of swallowing it-but once I saw it puddle in my hand, it ceased to be an exciting experiment and became...stale come.
I didn't taste my own sperm until I'd kissed her after oral sex. Sort of like gummy sweat. No biggie.
Finally, not long ago, my curiosity won. I jacked off into my hand, and without giving myself the time to think about it (or let my excitement diminish), I swallowed it. I'm sure it's better coming from the original container *ahem*, but it wasn't unpleasant.
But I swallowed it quickly (something I gather many women do). I decided that, out of fairness to her for all these years of swallowing, I should hold it in my mouth long enough to taste it. So next time...
I didn't expect it to taste salty. It wasn't the kind of taste treat to drive me cuckoo for cocoa puffs, but neither did I find it offensive or unpleasant in any way.
I thought: This is it? This is what the spit vs swallow argument is over? Big deal.
I read so many stories about how unpleasant semen tastes, how women have to psych themselves out and play head games (so to speak) to distract themselves from thinking too much about what they're doing when they give head. They comfort themselves in intolerable santimony. They wear their distaste privately, but proudly, like a battle ribbon. "It's okay, we're making him happy. It's worth the sacrifice, and he'll never know how we really feel."
Don't bet on that. "When Harry Met Sally" to the contrary, we can often, I won't say usually but certainly more often than not, tell when our partner is just going through the motions. This is true of faking an enthusiasm for oral sex just as much as faking orgasm. If you are faking, pretending a pleasure you don't feel, pretending to enjoy something you don't, more than likely he knows. I know you don't want to hear that, and most of you will deny it. If he doesn't make an issue of it, it might be that he knows your ego is on the line. You don't want to know when you can't fool us.
Or maybe he just wants to be sucked badly enough to let you suffer through it.
So. I've swallowed. It didn't kill me. It didn't taste nearly as bad as some women say it does. I guess for some it is an acquired taste, but some people have acquired much less promising tastes.
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