Several days straight I went to his house and each time I happily sat next to him on the couch, placing his cock in my mouth, and making him "shoot his nut" only after he promised to tell me before "he was ready to shoot his nut." Each time, he kept his promise and told me. That first weekend after first beginning down this path was the longest weekend ever for me. I literally spent the weekend anticipating and dreaming/picturing me sucking his cock and making him cum. God that weekend was so so long. But that weekend was also significant. I could not stop thinking about "his nut." I could recall an exciting moment for me that past week and it was when he came. I wasn't expecting it, but I could recall what it felt like and it excited me. Yes, the taste was an unexpected nasty, but the sensation of him cumming in my mouth was a WOW moment. I knew to experience that moment again, I was going to have to let him shoot his nut in my mouth. The dilemma was, did I really want that nasty taste in my mouth again, just to feel that thrill? Only the next meeting would know and I could not wait for Monday to hurry up and get here.