Cum On

I have skeet anxiety.
I'll be the first to admit it.
I'm willing to try almost anything, but I don't know what it is about cum..I'm just not a fan of it.
Maybe because it looks like thick...white...flem. Like somebody coughed up a chunky lougie out their throat.
My baby was the first to cum on me...he made this big deal about wanting to cum on my chest and after thinking about it for a minute...I was like ok...lets do this. Well baby boy got a little too excited that I added this new twist to our sexual rendezvous and in his excitement...some of his ejaculate ended up on my cheek. Please believe I freaked the hell out. I'm looking at him and saying...I can't believe you skeeted on my face and he's looking at me and saying...my bad I did't mean to. Well lets just say that messed up the rest of the night and it ended with repeated apologies from him and repeated...it happened, don't let happen agains from me.
Well now he's made it a habit to try to work cumming on my chest or some other part of me into our foreplay. I think I'm becoming immune to it, but he's beginning to want to test the waters of cumming in my mouth. In high school one of my white homeboys Jason spun this tail of cumming in his girlfriend Laura's mouth and her spitting it back into his. I was mortified and took a silent oath to neva eva...eva...be caught in such a predicament.
So as our relationship progresses and he continues to please me...my mind keeps wondering over to the possibility of surprising him and just letting him do it. Assume the porn star position...lean my head back and just open wide. We'll just keep a napkin handy...you know for clean up. One stipulation...he can't get it in my eyes.