Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2015 01:18:42 +0100
From: Steve Marsh <steve.marsh@gmx.co.uk>
Subject: Young Cocksucker Part 3

(This story is purely a work of fiction)

YOUNG COCKSUCKER

Part Three

As the door to Mike's apartment shut behind me I felt it. A
tingling sensation around my sphincter. Seconds before he had
shoved some toothpaste up my ass.

It was late and I really had to get going I reminded myself so I
hurried down the two flights of stairs.

As I hit the ground floor it became apparent that it wasn't just a
tingling but an intense tingling the likes of which I had never
experienced before. It was more intense than the 'acid bum' you get
the next day after eating some very spicy exotic food.

As I reached to open the door I stopped. Maybe I should go back up
and ask to use his bathroom so I can wipe some of it out?

No, I haven't got time for that I told myself. I'd just have to put
up with it until I got home. I had to get back home because I was
late which meant I was in trouble.

So I opened the door to his building and hurried out.

After walking a block the tingling sensation continued to increase
in intensity. That little dollop was now working its way around my
enema cleansed inner-bowel lining. My whole fucking ass seemed like
it was on fire. Not only that but it was giving me another hard-on.
Jeeeesus! That's the last thing you need when trying to walk
through the streets of downtown Toronto.

I put my hand in my pocket as a cover-up job like I tried earlier
that evening but it just made things worse. The cold air combined
with the warmth of my hand and the extra friction just made my boner
more happy and harder.

I got to the TTC bus station just in time to see my bus leaving.
Great! Now I'm going to have to wait, and I'll be even more late.

I waited. My bus arrived. I got on it and it set off after sitting
there for an excruciating 10 minutes.

By the time I got off the bus the raging wild-fire up my asshole
had mostly subsided, thank fuck.

After about a 15 minute walk I got to my street and there was my
house. Yep, it's time to get chewed out.

Usually a cloud of doom would gather over my head at this point, but
this time it was more like a cloud of annoyance. All I wanted to do
was get something to eat and go to bed. The front lights were on so
I figured I'd go through the front door to get the all the drama out
of the way as fast as I could.

I put my key in the lock only to find the chain was on. I could hear
the television so I knew they were sitting there just around the
front hall. They must have heard me open the door.

I thought about yelling "Hey! It's me." but then pulled the door
closed again. Chaining the front door was obviously a message. One
of my parent's retarded 'psychological' tactics which they always
thought were so clever.

I stomped around to the back of the house as a combative feeling
rose within me.

I trudged up the veranda stairs and approached the kitchen door.

I put my key in and turned it. Thankfully it unlocked so in I went.
There was a mirror in our kitchen and I went over to check my face
and hair, just in case.

Then my Dad appeared in the doorway to the kitchen with his arms
crossed, wearing his 'stern' face.

"What .. time .. do you .. call .. this?"

Big gaps between the words for dramatic effect.

I looked around a little, not sure what to say, then a flash of
inspiration hit me.

"How would I know? I don't have a watch do I?" I said pointing to
my watch-less wrist.

His mouth opened a little, like he was about to respond then he
stopped as his eyes looked about the room, fishing around in his
mind for a clever come back which didn't exist.

HA! I thought. That stumped him. One point to me.

Then Mom appeared, but slowly. She had obviously been standing
just out of view, but within earshot.

"What .. did .. you .. just .. say?"

Oh yeah, the Cavalry had now arrived.

She continued "Don't you remember before your last school trip I
offered to buy you a watch but you said you needed those silly
boots instead?"

Shit! I forgot about that. The boots I HAD to have because every
teenage boy my age who was trendy was wearing them. Yet I hardly
ever wore them since getting them.

One point to Mom.

All I could think to say was "Well, I didn't realize how useful
a watch was back then. But I do now." with a sarcastic smile.

"Well Steve, here's an idea. If you need to know the time, why
don't you just ask someone?" Mom said tilting her head slightly
to one side and raising an eyebrow.

"But you've always told me never to talk to strangers."

Yes! Another point to me.

Mom proceeded to pull one of her 'faces'. It starts with the
curling in of the lips, followed by the flaring of the nostrils,
and finally, the beady
eyes.

"Is there anything to eat for me?" I asked with a bit of a
whimper.

After a long pause she replied with a sigh and a shake of the
head "It's in the oven."

Both Mom and Dad then quietly retreated to the front room.

Suddenly my little brother poked his head around the corner,
wide eyed in anticipation of seeing his older brother crushed
and humiliated.

"Hiya kiddo." I said and tousled his hair as I passed by on
my way to the bathroom.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled with an immediate burst of anger
shoving my hand away.

That's funny I thought. I've never called him 'kiddo' before.

I had to admit I felt pretty good about the outcome. My new
found sense of defiance seemed to have given me a small victory.

I had my shower, ate my dried out dinner (meatloaf), and went
to bed.

As I lay there I reviewed all the things that had happened to
me earlier that day.

I had seen my first porno movie. I had sucked cock for the
second time. I had swallowed Mike's cum and was now starting to
get used to the taste. I had received two enemas and realized it
was good to get cleaned out like that. I'd had his tongue up my
bum and it felt amazing. Then there was the 'toothpaste surprise'
which I wouldn't have seen coming in a million years. Where did
Mike get that trick from? There must be some very experimental
perverts out there, that's for sure.

As I entered that relaxed, winding down zone that precedes sleep
some resolutions were starting to form in my mind.

First I had to  learn the 'deep throat' technique. I had to find
a way to overcome the gag reflex so I get Mike's cock all the way
down. I wanted to bury my nose in his pubes, to please him.

Secondly I knew that I now wanted to get fucked up the asshole,
like the big-titted broad in the featurette.

And with that, I drifted off to sleep.


TO BE CONTINUED...

(If you enjoyed or have any criticism of this story you can email
me at: steve.marsh@gmx.co.uk)