Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 00:08:39 EDT
From: PeterCoxDickson@aol.com
Subject: Cumaholics Anonymous chapter 5

Cumaholics Anonymous

By

Peter Cox Dickson


The following is a literary fantasy for people aged 18 or older.  While
some of the details involve real places, the characters are the creation of
imagination.  This is the author's first submission to the Nifty Archives.
Thanks for taking the time to write in.

All sex on the phone or in fiction is drug and disease free.  However,
don't forget to practice safe sex in your real life.

The author reserves all rights.  If you share the story with another
reader, please include the author's name and email address.

This is my first story on Nifty and I love your feedback.


Chapter 5, First Meeting-William's Story

The crowd tightened around the "hunk of the month," but I managed to catch
a good look at his incredibly built, muscle-layered body.

He was clad in an old-fashioned sailor shirt, a white T with encircling
blue stripes.  It must have been an old shirt he'd outgrown as his
shoulders were way wider than the shirt, his thick biceps stretching the
short sleeves.  The seams around the armholes were actually in the middle
of his powerful shoulders giving him a youthful jaunty look, belying his
six foot frame and mature development.  Because the shirt was so taut
across his upper body, the cotton fabric hung loosely below his amazing
pecs, and as he moved or turned, his creamy belly and muscular back were
exposed.

When he finally sat down after coffee break he chose a stool.  His
alabaster lower back and a bit of the crack of his ass were visible as he
hunched forward and grabbed the legs of the stool in his strong thighs as
though mounting a horse or someone in the sauna at his gym. I caught this
view as I made my way back to my seat.

His name was William.  He was not as regular at meetings as he wanted to be
and felt he ought to be because his cum addiction was so powerful.  His
modeling career kept him constantly traveling; he just returned from Paris.
He should have come back with one of those French sailor hats with a big
red pompom one sometimes sees in NYC during Fleet Week.  It would have
looked perfect on his curly blonde hair and set off the deep sea-blue of
his eyes.

William loved to sail, which he had learned to do at summer camp when he
was barely a teenager.  In fact, when he wasn't modeling or getting to CA
meetings, he wanted to be out on the deck of his sailboat making plans for
a round the world cruise he always wanted to make.  Several of the men
sighed thinking of being taken around the world by William, on a boat or on
the tip of his wet pink tongue.

Apologizing to the group because the breaks in his attendance had
interrupted the flow of his tale, he expressed the need to start his story
from the beginning.

The last year of middle school William's mother had decided that it was
time for him to go to summer camp with other boys his age to compensate for
his being an only child.  His mother had written to exclusive camps
advertising in the NY Times Sunday Magazine and Town and Country and had
contacted the headmasters of nearby prep schools for their recommendations
as well.  William's dad was adamant.  William would go to the same camp
where he had spent his boyhood summers from junior high until graduation.
Period.  End of story.

William himself had not wanted to go to summer camp.  He was just making
friends with the twins who had moved in down the block and looking forward
to a relaxing summer of soccer, reading, and photography with the 35mm SLR
he had gotten for Christmas.

We were asked to imagine how isolated and disgruntled William felt on the
drive to Vermont while his dad spent the whole trip telling William how
good a time he would have and that he should just give camp a chance.
William liked being alone with this dad in the car and enjoyed the
masculine closeness he was feeling towards his father who was often away
from home traveling for work.  In the car he started to think how nice it
would be if dad took him camping for a weekend instead of just dropping him
off for the summer.

The camp was very rustic; some might even call it primitive with log cabins
laid out like a small New England village.  On the way to cabin assignments
and orientation at the Lodge, William's dad was greeted by a number of
intensely masculine men who invariably remarked after a lot of backslapping
and butt grabbing that it didn't seem possible that their sons were old
enough to attend camp.

The benches in the Lodge were filling up with dads and sons and still more
people were arriving.  Suddenly the curtains of the little theatre were
drawn open and a tall redheaded man with a very furry chest and a whistle
around his neck stepped forward to greet the crowd.  He was naked!  And so
were the several dozen staff members lined up on the benches behind him.
That's when William found out that he was going to spend the summer at a
clothing optional camp for boys and that all the counselors, waterfront
staff, kitchen boys, office help, and maintenance crews were going to spend
the summer as naked as the campers.

William watch the long thick cock of the camp director Mr. McGregor flop
back and forth as he walked around the stage, introduced counselors, and
explained how the cabin assignments were going to be given out.
Mr. McGregor had enormous balls which nearly hung to the end of his cock.
They were covered in red fuzz a shade brighter than his chest hair; his
whole package looked "cool."  As Mr. McGregor was breaking for roll call,
William's dad squeezed his knee and assured him that the camp was clothing
optional back when he attended and that William should have a good time and
"try everything."

William was assigned to the sailing instructor's cabin along with three
other boys.  Geoff was a hunk.  He was tall, beefy, masculine, and
strawberry blonde.  William kept staring at his thick meaty cock.

After checking off everyone's name on his list, Geoff assigned them bunks
and a shelf.  Every boy was supplied with towels, jockstraps for sports,
and a toothbrush and wouldn't need anything else for the rest of the
summer.  Geoff then invited them to join him in the buff.  After all, it
was a clothing optional camp.  No one was going to force anyone to do
anything, but didn't they want to give it a try?  When Enrique, a lanky kid
from Argentina and the oldest camper in the cabin, started taking off his
clothes, the rest of them slowly followed.

Geoff cautioned everyone not to feel shy, especially about sprouting wood.
Boners were natural and they would be seeing a lot of them during the
course of the summer.  He encouraged the boys to look closely at each
other. The whole purpose behind the clothing optional camp was becoming
comfortable with their bodies.

Teamwork was very important.  The whole cabin had to pull together and work
as a team.  There was no better way to work at being a team than a good
old-fashioned circle jerk.  Geoff got everyone in a circle, legs touching,
and coached them to take their buddy's cock in hand and get familiar with
the feel of a cock: the silky skin of a young cock, the steely hardness of
a cock stiff as it could be, the spongy meatiness of a cockhead on a
growing boy.  There was no better feeling in the world unless it was
feeling your best buddy's hand on your cock working it up and down and
making your toes curl.

William had lucked out and was between Enrique and Geoff.  He could feel
Enrique's strong teen hand gripping his cock and saw the look of lust in
the eyes of the other boys as they watched him grab Geoff's long thick
boner.  William had never seen so big a cock, not even on his gym coaches
in school.  Geoff's hardon was vibrating as William pumped it steadily
trying to keep a good rhythm.  Geoff was milking Aaron's cock.  Aaron was
squirming and trying to keep hold of Kyle's long thin boner.  Kyle was
stroking Enrique's cock and the moist foreskin that surrounded the head.
William hadn't seen a foreskin before but knew what they were from health
studies.  Geoff's cock was circumcised, as the rest of them were, but it
had a beautiful torpedo shape and produced lots of slippery liquid that
made stroking it easy.

Aaron gasped and gave a short scream and spermed in front of all of them.
He shot such a prodigious load that it arched across the circle and hit
Geoff's right nipple.  William watched the thick white boyjizz splatter on
Geoff's chest and belly.  Kyle was the next to shoot.  His juice was snow
white and very ropey and landed in the middle of the circle.  Enrique
blasted soon afterwards and hit his own chin.  His ejaculation puddled
inside his foreskin which puckered as he began to soften.

Geoff gave a loud whistle and congratulated them all on their team spirit
and good work.  He told them they looked like sure winners at the evening
campfire sing along and jack off.

Enrique had let go of William's cock just as William was about to shoot.
Geoff sensed William's disappointment and pulled him near.  Soon he and
William were sitting Indian style with their legs intertwined.  Geoff
praised William for being able to hold off shooting.  Half the point of a
circle jerk was about cumming, the other half was about making the good
feelings last.  William was so close to Geoff that he could feel the heat
and weight of Geoff's big boner against his own cock, their piss slits
almost rubbing as spongy cockheads slapped against each other.

"Yeah, let's pump each other, good buddy.  Hold my cock tighter.  Squeeze
my shaft," Geoff encouraged.  "That's it, lick your hand, and make it
slippery for my cock.  I bet you can taste the precum from my cock on your
hand.  Can smell Kyle's cum on my chest?  Come closer; let's put those
cocks together.  Lean forward and smell that cum.  Put your tongue out and
lick my nipple.  Taste that awesome boyload on my pec.  Lick it up.  Ah,
buddy, that's it.  Do you want more?  Lick my cock, William.  Suck it.
Know what it's like to taste a man.  Get your mouth around the head of my
cock and suck out my wad with your beautiful boy mouth, your soft wet
tongue caressing my cock head.  Get your tongue in my piss slit.  That's
it.  Burrow in it.  Get all that juice.  Aarrgghh," Geoff ejaculated in
William's mouth.  "That's it, William, take my load.  Swallow it.  Don't
lose a drop.  That's the best tonic for a growing boy, the seed from a
man's cock filling his mouth and sliding down his throat.  You're becoming
a man, boy."

William swooned as he felt Geoff's cum splash across his tongue and fill
his mouth.  Afraid to lose a drop, he managed to slide the cock further
into this throat and felt several more shots of Geoff's creamy load slide
down his throat like a milkshake.

"The rest of you guys want to try this?" Geoff asked.  "Buddy up and start
licking each other's cocks.  Suck on them.  Watch me as I give William his
first blowjob.  Watch me send William to the moon with just my lips and my
tongue.  Remember, don't miss a drop.  You want to give your buddy as much
pleasure as you can and that means not losing pressure at the last minute.
Hang in there for your reward.  Taste your buddy's load.  That's nature's
honey.  Hold it in your mouth for a minute before you swallow.  Feel the
warmth of that load, the creamy texture.  Enjoy the fragrance as you
swallow. Taste that sweetness.  There's nothing sweeter than the cum from a
boy before he sprouts pubic hair.

Geoff was catching another spurt of William's boyspunk as he ran his long
thick manly fingers over William's smooth pubes and cupped the tender
scrotum and growing boy balls.

"Great job, guys.  That was awesome.  Now let's do a pileup and get to know
more about each other."

That night Geoff taught the boys what a daisy chain was to calm them down
from the excitement of the first day at camp so that they'd fall asleep.
They gathered in a circle on Geoff's big bed in the center of the cabin and
sucked each other off.  William got to suck Enrique whose turn it was to
suck off Geoff.  Fascinated with Enrique's foreskin, William carefully
peeled it back and each time he stroked his buddy he breathed in the
intoxicating odor of Enrique's cock and licked a bit more of the white
cheese behind the glans.  That's when William decided that uncut cocks were
his favorite.  As an adult he used every opportunity to travel to Europe to
enjoy his favorite pleasure.

The next morning began with another circle jerk.  Crafty William managed to
squeeze Kyle's cock just as he was going to shoot.  Kyle's cumload oozed
out all over William's hand and when no one was looking William licked his
fingers and the back of his hand.  YUMMM.

At morning snack over graham crackers and milk, Aaron got the boys
interested in a quick game of "eat the cookie."  The naked boys who had
come to the steps of the dining room for a treat after crafts were close to
sporting full boners from the novelty of being at a clothing optional
summer camp for boys.  Aaron explained the rules of the game.  The goal was
to sperm all over a graham cracker in the middle of their circle jerk.  The
last boy to shoot was the loser and had to eat the cookie.  A firecracker
exploded in William's head and it was all he could do to keep from cumming
without touching himself.  William lost that morning and was told to eat
the cookie sitting in the middle of the cum splattered aluminum pie plate.
William feigned refusal, but when the boys shouted, "Fair's fair.  Play by
the rules," he shrugged his shoulder and picked up the whole graham cracker
in his right hand and tipped the slippery loads of cum into his mouth.
After swallowing, he ate the cookie.  Aaron, who was a bit of an adolescent
psychic, told William he had to lick the plate clean and ran his index
finger into the melting boyloads and made William suck it like a cock.
Aaron winked at William and they became best buddies for the rest of the
summer.

Years later while studying psychology, William understood what had happened
the first afternoon at summer camp.  He became a confirmed cocksucker
because of Geoff's spermload^ืthe taste, the scent, the feel of it in his
mouth.  He was addicted.  He had become not only a cockaholic but also a
cumaholic.

William spent the rest of his summer at camp sucking as many campers,
counselors, and staff members as he could recruit for his games when he
wasn't playing sports with the boys or sailing in the middle of the lake
with Geoff, who always rewarded each new sailing skill mastered with a hot
load of cum from his enormous cock and bulging balls.

We had been riveted by William's tale.  No doubt each of us was combing his
memory for the exact moment when cock games and boy fun had crossed the
line into something dangerous, an addiction that one could only fulfill
through stealth because the wider society hadn't yet learned to tolerate
men holding hands or kissing.

It was the combined emotion of feeling outcast and out of control that
brought these men back to twice weekly meetings of Cumaholics Anonymous.
The feeling of unconditional positive regard amongst the group was evident
at the meeting.  With relief they realized that they had managed to climb
the first step of their twelve step program.

When William finished his story, Tony asked who wanted to speak.  The
emotions in the room were charged from William's sharing.  Pablo's eyes
were moist.  What could any of us say?  William had bared his soul.  We
were raw from the emotions he touched in each of us.  Tony sensed this and
after a moment asked all the guys to stand in a circle hands joined and
recite the Serenity Prayer.