Date: Sun, 02 Feb 2003 18:24:53 +0000
From: Chicago Sucker <chicagosucker@hotmail.com>
Subject: cocksucker 21

Dear Nifty.org Archive Master:
the following is the next installment in my series.  you have it under
the authoritarian section under the title "cocksucker"  please add this
to my series.  thanks.



True Stories of a Cocksucker Part 21:  Messaging Mike

Submitted by chicagosucker@hotmail.com

 NOTE:  This story is a little different from some of my other stories.
It describes a cyber sex relationship I have developed recently.  We talk
almost every night and plan to meet up for the "real thing," and when
we do you can bet I'll post that experience here on the archive.  But I
wanted to tell you about my nightly chats with this guy.  It's part of
my life as a cocksucker to be online advertising my services, placing
personal ads, cruising chat rooms, trying to get some quality hook ups.
I figured it was another way to share other experiences from my real life
with those of you who have been loyal readers of the 20 chapters that
preceded this one.  And a bonus for you is that there is an additional
story included in this installment.  I debated whether or not I should
include this as part of this series, seeing that everything I have posted
so far are real, true accounts of experiences I have had.  While the
first part of this chapter is just that, the second half, which is this
bonus story I referred to, is a fantasy story of what "could" happen
"if" I meet this guy in person.  I wrote the story at his request, and
in the end, decided that I would indeed add it to my series here on the
nifty archive.  If you have any questions or comments, please feel free
to email me at my main address (chicagosucker@hotmail.com) or at one of
my overflow accounts (chicagosucker2@hotmail.com, or
chicagosucker3@hotmail.com).

 MESSAGING MIKE

I met this guy online after he came across my profile and was interested
in chatting.  His name is Mike and he lives way down in Alabama.  Well,
I'm in Chicago, so the chances of us meeting soon are slim.  But we do
plan to meet.  See, Mikey is only 16.  Yeah, I know, I might be breaking
the law just chatting with him online.  (Anyone out there familiar with
legal consent laws?  I know they are different for some states.)  So why
am I putting myself at risk for an under-aged boy?  He's got a 10 inch
cock!  He posted some pictures on his web profile.  And he's straight,
but curious.  He's had little sexual experience with girls his own age
and says a lot of them are intimidated by his cock size. He's never done
anything with a guy, but is considering it, especially since his profile
pictures get him a lot of attention.  Lately Mike and I have been talking
a lot on instant messanger.  Sometimes every night.  He likes to jerk off
while we chat and he asks we to describe things I can do to him.  He's
really into my ability to take big cock.  I've told him about my 11"
buddy back in college, and Mike has read all of the chapters I posted
about my true experiences as a cocksucker.  So, usually at late at night,
when he's alone in his room, he comes online, lately just looking for
me.  And of course I'm making every effort to be home and online during
our regular chat time.

If I log on and he's been waiting for me, he  sends me an instant
message and is always happy I'm online to chat.  Other times I wait for
him to log on, and wait for him to send the first message.  We have maybe
a minute or two of small talk which usually results in me typing
something like, "so how are you tonight, mikey?" and his typical
response is "real horny.  want to help me get off?"  We both usually
set our online status to "away" or "invisible" but have that if
either of us are in this mode we can still see when the other is online
and send messages.  It's one of those advanced features for instant
messaging.  So while we are talking, the rest of the people on out
"buddy lists" don't see that we are online.  That way, we have no
distractions and we can keep our attention focused on one thing:  getting
him off.  I don't do cyber sex for myself ever.  I've never jerked off
while talking to someone.  I get hard, sure, and leak precum, and usually
drool as I think about sucking cock, but I don't whip out my own cock
and get myself off in the process.  If you've read my series of true
stories, you know a lot about me by now.  And you know that sex for me,
is usually very one-sided.  When I'm servicing a man, 100% of my
attention and energy goes into pleasuring him.  I'm not at all
interested in getting off.  I've found that I'm a rare breed of
cocksucker.  Most guys I know who suck cock like to jerk themselves off
at the same time.  If I did that, it would be like I was putting my
pleasure first.  Like the main event is me jacking off and sucking cock
while I do it is just helping me get off.  I jerk off 2 to 5 times a day
and it feels great.  But I've discovered that suppressing my own
pleasure while I'm servicing another guy, and focusing everything on
getting him off, that when he does cum, his orgasm, to me, feels 100
times better than my own.  Getting a guy off, and knowing that I was just
used in the process, is the ultimate feeling of pleasure for me.  Taking
time and energy away from this process just to jerk myself off would
lessen the pleasure for me and for the guy I'm with.

So, as in real life, my rules hold for cyber sex.  When Mikey comes
online looking for me and he wants to get off, I'm committed to devoting
my time and energy on him completely.  Once we establish our initial
contact at night through instant messages, we usually switch over to the
chat mode.  It's kind of like Mike's way of saying, "ok, enough small
talk, lets get down to business."  I always get a surge of excitement
running through me whenever the little message screen pops up with "mike
invites you to enter a private chat" and I quickly click my mouse and
accept the invitation.  Once in the chat mode, like I said, all the small
talk and pretenses are over.  Mike usually starts with something like
"on your knees, faggot!"  He knows enough about me to know that I like
this kind of talk.  And through our chats, I've opened Mike's eyes and
he has discovered that he likes being in control, that he likes to be the
center of attention, that he likes to be aggressive, and above all, even
though no one has ever done this for him in real life yet, he knows he
wants his cock deepthroated all the way, and he knows he wants to
experience fucking a throat will long, deep and sometimes fast and rough
thrusts.  He promises me that I'll be the first guy he does this with in
real life.  He wants to meet  me, but he knows the distance is a big
problem, not to mention the age thing.  But he told me he's applying to
a few different colleges, and in 2 years he'll be 18 and on his own and
we'll definitely meet then if not before then.  He's interested in
attending the University of Wisconsin.  He laughed when I pointed out the
irony of that being a "Big 10" school and that if he went there, he'd
give that a whole new meaning .  But when he discovered that I live only
blocks from Northwestern University in the north suburbs of Chicago, he
decided he wants to apply there as well, and the possibilities that would
open have not been overlooked by either of us:  "instead of doing this
online every night," he typed, "you'd be walking over to my dorm
room."  I'm seriously considering putting some serious cash aside and
offering him a "scholarship" that would make it easier for him to
choose Northwestern.  It's a hell of a lot more expensive than the
University of Wisconsin.  And I'd gladly help foot the bill in exchange
for a nightly throat fucking session and unlimited access to that big
cock!

Let me tell you a little more about our nightly chats so you can better
understand why I'm obsessing over this boy.  Once we switch over to chat
mode and Mike establishes his authority by typing something like "on
your knees faggot," he follows with something like, "man, i'm so
horny.  my dick is really hard right now.  you should see it.  it's
actually throbbing."  that's when I make the offer to help him out.  I
ask him if he has any preferences for the night, and he usually lets me
come up with a good scene and I just start typing him a story.  At first,
he might type back a few comments about what I wrote, like "nice!" or
"change your position and now be on my bed on you back and hanging your
head off the end."  We take clues from each other.  This is Mike's way
of telling me to raise the intensity of the story.  Whenever I'm on my
back, we both know some serious throat pounding is coming.

As the story progresses and the action intensifies, Mike no longer types
back until after he cums.  Usually we have a debriefing session in which
Mike describes his climax in somewhat graphic detail.  I always get a
play by play of his orgasm with particular attention given to describing
his cum:  how much he shot, how many spurts, how far they shot.
Sometimes Mike stands up as he nears climax and points his cock away from
his computer and then I get a report about how his load shot all over the
floor.  But most of the time Mike sits in his chair in front of his
computer, reading the screen and jerking.  I then get a report about him
shooting his cum so hard that the first several shots flew over his
head.  He then describes the cum that landed on his chest: how much, how
thick, what color, and if it has a strong smell.  He's very proud of his
big cock and his ability to shoot massive cum loads with considerable
force and velocity.  It must be an incredible sight watching him blow!

Sometimes after his climax he's ready to sign off and get to bed.  But
also at times, especially on weekends, he stays up a lot later and we
sometimes chat for hours, even sometimes all night until the sun comes up
and he finally says he needs to get to bed.  I always enjoy it when he
decides to stay up and talk more.  Sometimes it leads to more cyber sex.
After he cums for the first time, and after he has described his load and
orgasm to me in great detail, he usually types "brb" letting me know he
wants me to stay online longer.  A minute or two later he is back.  He
usually tells me that he went to clean up and took a piss.  Sometimes he
tells me his cock is still hard while he pissed.  He says that sometimes
he can't un-bone and needs to jerk off again before he can fall asleep.
And sometimes he allows me the chance to get him off again.  We usually
talk about things like "if you were here, I wouldn't have to go clean
up" and I might type back, "why's that?" and he'd answer, "cuz I
would have shot that load right down your faggot throat!"  sometimes we
talk about the clean up, like me describing how I'd lick the cum off his
chest and face, and he was particularly intrigued when I described how
I'd even eat his cum off the floor if that's where he shot it.  And we
toy with the idea of him mailing his cum to me cuz he says "if you like
cum so much, and you want to eat mine, it shouldn't be going to waste
here on my floor!"

Sometimes we talk about the stories and some of the things that I typed.
Mike likes when I add a lot of detail, things like me describing the feel
of his balls sapping my chin (when I'm kneeling) or my eyes (when I'm
on my back with my head off the edge of the bed), and also how they sound
slapping my face.  He likes it when I describe what I'm going through
when he is fucking my throat, saying things like. "and as you start
fucking my throat harder and faster, I gag with every thrust" or when I
describe my eyes watering or me choking.  He really likes it when I
describe any pain of physical discomfort I am experiencing, and I usually
say something like "even though my throat is sore and raw, and my jaw
feels like it is going to break because you are slamming into me so hard,
I don't want you to stop...I want you to fuck my throat even harder.  I
don't care if you are hurting me, I only care about getting you off and
making you feel good, even if it means you have to pin me down and rape
my throat until you are done."  One time, after we finished and he
cleaned up and we were chatting, he asked if I really liked it that rough
and if I'd really let him do these things to me.  When I told him
"yes" he confided a secret to me: that he has thought about rape before
with girls.  He doesn't have that much sexual experience yet, but he has
had sex a few times.  And every time the girl would say it hurt when he
tried to get up her pussy.  He said it always turns him on more when they
say that and he's wanted to just tell a bitch to shut up and take it and
then just give her a good hard fuck and let her scream.  But he knows he
can't do that.  He usually ends up not being able to fuck the girl at
all, and a few girls have given him head, but they only lick or suck the
head and he has to use his hands to jerk the rest of his cock.  And no
girl has ever swallowed his load.  And sadly, most of his sex life with
girls only involves kissing and tit play and sometimes if he's in the
mood he'll finger her or even eat her out.  He said he used to do that
with his best friend's older sister.  But when he jerks off, his
fantasies always involve way more, and sometimes, like he said, it
involves rape because he just, for once, wants a bitch to take his whole
cock either in her mouth or in her cunt.

And it must be an awesome sight to watch Mike jerk off.  He told me what
he usually does.  He likes to use hand cream for lube, and he uses both
hands to fist his cock.  He likes to lay on his back on his bed and just
take his time doing it.  He said it can take as long as an hour or more,
but if he's real horny or in a hurry he gets it done in10 minutes.  He
said he usually slides his lubed fists up and down his cock, one hand
working the head and the other going up and down his shaft.  Some times
he lays on his on his stomach, propped up on some pillows, and he fucks
his cock into his lubed fist by thrusting his hips.  He said he usually
does it that way when he is home alone, because it makes a lot of noise
cuz he really gets into the thrusting and his bed moves and sometimes
bangs against the wall.  But a lot of times when he is chatting with me,
he'll either stand or sit in a chair, and hold his lubed fists together,
one of top of the other.  Then he thrusts his hips back and forth while
keeping his fists still, giving him the sensation of fucking a pussy,
which when he is fantasizing about a girl it's her pussy, but when he's
talking with me, his fists are my throat.  And I've taught him to
visualize that the first fist (the one closest to him and the first one
he penetrates with his cock) is my mouth, and that when his cock pushes
through his second clenched and lubed fist, that would be the same as his
cock entering my throat.  One of the hottest things he wrote in one of
our chat sessions was when he described how he can visualize me on his
bed and that his left fist is my mouth and his right fist is my throat,
and he said he concentrates on the sensation of fucking his cock in and
out of his right fist, imagining that is the entrance to my throat, and
that when he reaches that point he thinks about the extra amount of force
he will need to put into his thrust in order to stretch my throat muscles
and really get his cock in all the way.  He also said that when his
cockhead comes out the other end of the fist he is visualizing as my
throat, there is still 3 more inches he can thrust before his balls would
reach my chin.

Another thing Mike likes about the things I write, is that I use what he
tells me about himself in the scenes I write for him.  Writing about him
going to Northwestern and what it would be like if I came to his dorm
room every night is one example of this.   Another example is when we
were talking about exercising and working out.  He uses the weight room
at school and he plays soccer, so he's in really great shape.  We were
talking about what we do when we work out and how much he exercises, and
he told me he does at least 100 push ups every morning, and could
probably do more than that.  Of course I immediately saw me on his
bedroom floor with him doing his pushups above me while I gave him head,
and I later weaved this into a story line one night, and it is a theme
that we use often.  Many times Mike will type, "i'm gonna do my push
ups now.  get on the floor!" and I then describe what happens, even to
the point of counting out the number of pushups as he does them above me:
"47...48...you're building up a good sweat...49...50...51...you're going to
make me lick all the sweat off of you...52...53...54...the back of my mouth
is getting sore where your cockhead keeps banging into it...55...56...
you're bruising my throat and you're only half way done with your
pushups...57...58..."

You get the idea!  Mike likes it when I use anything real about him in
the scenes.  For another example, we talked about things we like to do
for fun, and he told me he likes to go camping and hiking.  We even
talked about meeting up to spend a weekend in the woods together.  He
asked me to write about what would happen if we did go camping together.
So I wrote this story for him to jerk off to.  Sometimes there are
nights, even several in a row, where one or the other of us can't be
online to chat.  So, I told Mike I'd write up some stories he could use
on his own whenever he wanted.  I also told him I would post the story
here on the nifty archive and he gave me permission to write about him.

 So, here's the story...

 ROUGHING IT

(A story for my buddy, Mike)

You and I like to go camping, right Mike?  We go as often as we can
during the summer.  We like to go hiking and explore the woods and the
nearby caves and caverns.  We also like to swim in the rivers and lakes.
We both enjoy the outdoors.  But we also like the idea of camping
itself.  Building the campfire, sleeping in the tent, cooking over the
fire.  We like spending time together alone.  Usually I pick you up late
Friday afternoons and we head out for one of the camp areas not too far
away.  There are many secluded spots to set up camp.  We need our
privacy.

We arrive at our camp and the first thing to do is get the tent up.
It's a small 2-man tent.  Not a lot of room in there.  But that's ok.
We've set it up many times before so it only takes a few minutes.  We
take our sleeping bags, pillows and travel bags from the truck and take
them inside the tent.  It's crowded.  We keep bumping into each other as
we spread out our sleeping bags and find a place for our luggage.  I
don't know what it is.  Maybe it's the memories of all the fun we had
together in this tent that has me thinking.  Or maybe it's the fact that
I haven't seen you since last weekend and all I could do for the past 5
days was think about you.  Mostly, it's being this close to you.
Touching you.  Smelling you.  Whatever it is, I'm very horny already.
You are still unrolling your sleeping bag when I move towards you, jump
on you and pin you down.  We both laugh and as I look you in the eyes I
tell you I want it.  I can't wait until tonight.  I need some now.  You
smile at my enthusiasm.  You lay back and relax and just tell me to go
for it.  You always give me what I want.

I waste no time as my hands work to open the button and fly on your jean
shorts.  I pull at your t-shit and push it up over your hard flat
stomach.  It's been a great summer. Today was sunny and hot.  You've
been sweating some and your underwear are warm and damp as I pull your
shorts down.  Your cock is starting to grow.  I push my face into your
crotch and inhale the smell.  I start to kiss and lick and suck on your
underwear.  That really gets the blood pumping to your cock and it swells
and grows until it makes a tent out of your underwear.  I laugh and say
we got both tents up quick this weekend!

We both laugh, but then I turn real serious again.  Cuz I wasn't kidding
when I said I needed it bad.  I practically rip your underwear in two as
I get excited at the thought of seeing your big hard dick again.  Oh man.
And there it is.  It's still not all the way erect.  It's such a big
cock it takes a while to get all the blood pumped down there to make it
hard.  I kiss and lick your cock and feel it pulsing as the blood pumps
into it.  I lick and lick and kiss and enjoy the taste, the feel, the
smell of your cock.    Well, Mike, before you told me to just go for
it......so that's what I'm gonna do.  I open wide.

I wrap my lips tightly around the head of your cock and start to suck.
My tongue swirls and twirls around the underside.  Your cock throbs in my
mouth.  It feels so hot, so hard, so good.  I suck harder.  I begin to
take in more of your cock.  Getting as much of it into my mouth as I
can.  I'm so excited by the taste and feel of you in my mouth, I'm
drooling like crazy.  My spit mixes with your precum and your cock
becomes very wet and slippery.    I've been missing this all week, so
there's no doubt that I need it bad.  I know there will be plenty time
later tonight to go slow and really work my mouth and throat for you, but
right now I'm fixated on getting you off quick.  I want the rush I get
from making you cum.  I want to get high on your hot sperm.  The more of
it I eat, the more I crave it and need it. My head bobs up and down
faster.  My lips keeping a tight grip on your shaft.  I'm really working
up a strong suction as I move my mouth up and down on your cock.  My
tongue and lips work over your head as I suck and lick and kiss and slurp
on it.  I grab your balls and give them a light squeeze as I suck as hard
as I can.  Moving my head up and down, faster and faster.  Taking as much
of your cock into my mouth as I can.  You just lay there and let me do my
thing.  You don't try to hold it back.  When you feel the urge, you let
loose with a huge load of hot cum.  I pull up and catch it in my mouth.
It sprays across my tongue.  It covers the roof of my mouth.  I slurp it,
suck it, play with your thick cum.  My mouth is full.  I take my mouth
off your cock and look at you.  You are smiling as I open my mouth to
show you the huge load you gave me.  Then, with a smile, I swallow it all
down it two big gulps.  I lick my lips. Mmmmmm that was good!  And I lick
up the cum from your cock.  I don't want to miss one drop.  You're
still breathing hard.  I just lay my head on your stomach and look up
into your face and I say "thank you" for feeding me your cum.  You know
I love it.  You know I want it.  You know I need it.  I'm addicted to
it.  I'm like a drug addict.  I'm hooked on you, Mike!  I then get a
great idea.  Hey Mike, lets see how many times I can get you off this
weekend.  Let's see, it's 4 o'clock now.  That gives us 50 hours
before you have to be back home on Sunday night.  If I could, I'd suck
you off at least once every hour Mike, but I doubt if my mouth and throat
can take that much fucking.  It will sure be fun trying though.  How bout
this, you just let me know when you feel like trying to get off again and
I will do whatever I can to help you.  You're a young, horny buck.  You
should be able to fuck almost nonstop all weekend!  Lets plan for once
and hour and see how far we get.  Oh man, I can hardly wait until 5:00
gets here!

"Why wait?" You say with a smile.  I lift my head from your stomach and
turn back to see your hand rubbing your still hard cock.  I guess all
this talk of me being addicted to you and getting high on your cum, and
talking about wanting to try and see how many times I can get you off
this weekend has got you excited again.  You're such a horny sixteen
year old!  It's no wonder why I call you my best friend.  You never let
me down.

I scoot down to lay between your legs, and once again I reach for your
10" cock and wrap my tight fists around it.  It still feels wet from the
spit shine I gave you just minutes before.  I start jerking you off as my
mouth goes to lick and suck on your balls. With my tongue, I hope to work
up another big hot load of sperm to eat.  I lick madly and suck on each
of your big nuts.  They feel so hot and hard.  And the smell is
absolutely incredible.  A musky, sweaty smell that drives me wild.  God
could strike me blind tomorrow and if I had to be guided to find my way
around in life, I'd always know right where I am whenever I smelled
Mikey's hot crotch.  Nothing in this world smells better or turns me on
more. When I'm between your legs I know I am right where I want to
be...right where I belong.

I keep mouthing your balls and drooling on them, getting them good and
wet.  My hands keep pumping your cock.  I grip tighter.  I pump faster.
I keep licking and sucking your nuts. I start to hear those familiar
groans coming from deep in your throat.  The groans and moans that tell
me what I'm doing to you is making you feel so good.  That's like a
major goal in my life:  making you feel good.  It's almost as important
to me as my other major goal; eating as much of your cum as I can get out
of you.  And you know I'll do anything to get it too!

My fists pump faster now and you begin to squirm.  Your let out louder
moans and I know you are getting ready to shoot.  My mouth leaves your
balls and I now begin licking your cockhead.  It oozes with precum and I
swirl my tongue to clean up every drop.  I push my tongue inside your
piss slit.  I close my lips tightly around your cockhead and start to
suck hard.  My fists begin to fly faster as I pump your big hard rod.  I
hold just your cockhead in my mouth and suck on it hard.  Twisting my
lips around it.  Swirling my tongue inside my mouth.  Driving you wild.
And I get my reward for a blowjob well done.  Another mouthful of your
hot cum.  This load isn't as big as the first one, but it's just as
hot, thick and delicious!  I gulp down every drop and continue to suck
you dry.  Thanks again Mike.  I look at my watch.  It's a quarter after
four.  Well, I got you off twice in the first 15 minutes!  COOL!  And
although I don't say anything, you look into my eyes and you know
exactly what I'm thinking:  I can't wait until 5 o'clock!

After a moment of rest, I suggest we set up the rest of camp.  We also
need to collect some wood so we can fix supper and build a fire for the
night.  We get the rest of our campsite organized and then head off on a
trail through the woods to gather some wood to start a fire.  We collect
a lot of sticks and small logs for kindling.  We're gonna need some
bigger logs once the fire gets going.  We bring what we have collected
back to the camp and then set off to collect more.  We find a few larger
logs and we take them back to camp.  You don't think we have enough so
you suggest we go out one more time.  I follow you for a while along the
trail.  Soon, you turn off the trail and start off thru the woods.
"There should be some bigger logs out here", you say.  I keep
following.  We walk up a small embankment and then down the other side
and into a small clearing.  I stop to look up at the sky to see how much
daylight we have left.  I don't want to get caught off the trail when it
starts to get dark.  When I look down from the sky I see you walking yet
several yard ahead of me...and then you stop.  "Over here" you yell.  I
quickly try to catch up to you. As I walk up behind you I ask if you
found some logs for the fire.  "Yeah, I got a log for you," you say,
and you turn to show me the hard on you've been stroking.  You look at
me with a smile and tell me it's 5 o'clock.  I smile back and drop to
my knees.

This is turning into one of our best camping trips ever.  I swirl my
tongue around my lips to make them wet, then I stick out my tongue and
open my mouth wide.  I'm ready for you.  You know me well enough to know
what this means.  I want to be fucked in the face.  I just want to kneel
here with my mouth open and tongue out and let you push your cock in and
out.  You step forward and just touch your cockhead to the tip of my
tongue.  Then your hands move to hold the back of my head.  I've dreamed
about this many times and it's such a hot scene.  I look up into your
eyes as you look down into mine, both of us thankful for the gifts we are
about to receive.  You give me your big hard cock and all your hot cum.
I give you my mouth and throat to use for your pleasure.  We just stare
into each other's eyes for a few seconds.  Suddenly a crow calls from
high above in the trees, and as if it were the starting pistol at the
beginning of a marathon, you start to push forward.  Your cockhead enters
my mouth.  I tighten my lips.  I feel your grip on the back of my head
tighten as you push me forward, bringing me closer to you while you lean
into me.  I feel your hot cock slide over my tongue.  I feel it reach the
back of my mouth; I feel it start down my throat.  You don't stop until
your balls press against my chin and your pubes tickle my nose.  With
your big cock so deep like that I can't breath, so you pull back and
allow me to catch a few quick breaths before you plunge it back deep down
my throat.  Man, I love that sensation.  For me, getting a cock down the
throat feels so good.  It feels better to me to be sucking a cock than it
does to have mine sucked.  If I cold have your cock down my throat all
the time I'd truly be a happy camper!

You begin to push your cock in and out of my throat, moving slow and
easy.  Enjoying the feel of my clenching throat muscles as they massage
the head of your cock each time you push it as deep as it can go.  When
your balls press against my face, I stick out my tongue and lick at
them.  I'm in heaven as your long, thick cock moves in and out of my
throat.  Your hands hold the back of my head as you thrust with your
hips.  I keep my eyes open and stare up at your face as you feed me your
cock.  You have a look of extreme pleasure on your face.  You tilt your
head back and roll your eyes and moan loudly as I flex my throat muscles,
squeezing them tight around your cock.  We've done this so many times
I'm used to it so I don't gag much.  I do if you go too fast.  But for
now you're happy just pumping my face slow and easy.  I think about what
the two of us must look like together.   It would make a hell of a porn
movie, that's for sure.  I know it would be one I'd watch.

You're moaning louder now.  And your hands grip my head harder.  Every
now and then your knees buckle.  I can tell you are getting close to
cumming.  But I don't want this to end.  Taking your cock this deep
feels so good to me.  You have one of the biggest cocks I ever sucked
on.  I could do this all day.  You are definitely my favorite cock to
suck and you're my best fuck buddy.  I am so lucky to have you as my
friend.

As I'm thinking about how lucky I am, you slump forward and your cock
sinks deep down my throat.  You moan loud and your body shakes as I feel
your hot load of sperm shoot in my throat.  Your cock is so far down my
throat I don't even have to swallow.  Oh god, what a feeling!  Like hot
lava slowly pouring down to my stomach.  You hold your cock deep down my
throat until every drop of cum has been pumped out.  You always have such
huge loads of cum.  This is the third time you've fed me a load since we
got here and this load is just as big as the first one!  You're
amazing!  Your big young balls are a regular cum factory.  Already they
are working on the next load you're gonna feed me and I can't wait!

You shake your hips as if to force out the last few drops of cum and then
lean back and slowly pull your cock from my throat.  I keep my lips
tightly closed.  I feel your cockhead leave my throat and then glide
along my tongue.  You pull it out through my lips and it pops out with a
loud wet smack.  I take a few gasps of air.  With your cock that deep I
can't breathe.  But I can hold my breath a few minutes.  I've trained
myself to cuz I know you like your cock deep like that when you cum
sometimes, and because I want to please you, I practice controlling my
breathing and holding my breath so that you don'y have to pull your cock
out of my throat the whole time you are cumming.  You know I'd do
anything for you.  I really don't care if I can't breathe.  All that
matters is that I make you feel good.  And making you feel good makes me
feel good.  Your pleasure is my pleasure.

I help you tuck your cock back into your shorts, knowing I'll see it
again in an hour.  Man this was a great idea.  I don't know how long we
can keep it going all weekend, but damn, so far it's been awesome.

We find the trail that leads back to camp.  We even stop for some actual
wood, and we now have plenty to last us through tonight.  Tomorrow we can
look for more if we need to  I wonder what you'll surprise me with then?

Back at camp, you prepare the fire while I get started on supper.  I had
stopped off at the grocery store before picking you up and filled up two
coolers.  One is full of beer and a few cans of pop.  The other cooler
has our food.  I bought steaks, hamburger, hotdogs, and all the stuff
that goes with them.  Tonight we'll eat the hotdogs.  I love to poke
them onto a stick and just roast them over the fire.  I ask if you want a
beer.  Hell yeah, you answer, and I bring one to you.  You have been
arranging the wood for the fire.  Your face and arms glisten with sweat.
Your t-shirt clings to your chest.  I love looking at you.

You get the fire going and I get the food ready.  We talk and laugh as we
cook our food and just enjoy each other's company.  I really enjoy
spending time with you, Mike.  It's not just the sex.  I like everything
about you and I'm glad I have you as a friend.

Our food is ready and it's time to eat.  It's also 6:00 and you tell me
it's time to get you off again.  You say you want a hand job this time.
You want me to jerk you off while I eat.  When I'm done, then I can eat
my food.  That's what I like about you Mike, you're creative.  Always
thinking of new things.  It's never boring with you.  We sit next to
each other and my hands move to get at your cock.  It aint hard, but by
the time I get it out of your pants it's starting to grow.  I work my
hands over your shaft and balls and my fingers pull and pinch your
cockhead.  Your dick throbs in my hands as it gets big and hard.  You
just sit there and enjoy your meal as I enjoy pumping your cock.  I vary
my strokes and work different areas.  I massage your balls too.  I rub
the smooth underside of your dick.  I use the precum oozing from your
cock as lube as I rub the head of your cock.  Your cock is so big my two
hands can't even cover it all.  Man, you are amazing.  Who can blame me
for being so cock crazy over you?

As you finish eating my hands begin to pump faster.  I grip harder.  I
start to pump you good.  You tilt your head back and moan as I work your
meat.  Your legs shake and now and then you buck your hips up.  I know
later you'll be using those powerful hips to ram my throat.  But for now
I enjoy watching how your body reacts to what I'm doing to you with my
hands.  I enjoy giving you pleasure.  You have no idea how cool it is
getting you off.  You don't know what it does to me.

After a few more minutes of jerking you, I sense you are getting close to
cumming.  You ask for my plate of food.  I hand it to you with one hand,
keeping the other hand stroking on you.  You hold my plate near your cock
and tell me to point it at my food.  OH MAN MIKEY!  I do and I pump you
hard and fast and you blow your load all over my plate.  Another
impressive load.  Man, your balls produce a lot of cum!  You laugh when
you see the goo covering my food.  "Now you can eat," you tell me.  You
smile as you watch me devour my food.  Everything tastes better with your
special sauce Mike!  You smile and laugh cuz you know I'd do anything
you ask me to.  You like having that power over me.  It turns us both on.

How many is that you ask?  Four, I say.  Yeah, four...that's right...far
from a record tho, you say.  Yeah, but it's not bad seeing we've only
been here a few hours, I say.  I can't wait to see what's next.

We just sit around the fire talking, thinking, drinking beer.  The sun is
setting and the darkened woods are beginning to still for the night.

To be continued...

A FINAL THOUGHT:  Please be careful when interacting with anyone on the
Internet who is under the age of 18.  Mike's profile lists his age as 19
and when he first contacted me, he told me he was 19.  It wasn't until
after several days before he told me his real age.  At first he said he
needed to tell me something about himself that I might not like.  He
asked what I'd think if he wasn't 19.  And of course I immediately
thought he was gonna tell me he was 60 years old or something.  Instead,
he said, "what if I'm not even 18 yet?" and I told him not to worry.
He didn't want me to stop talking to him. So even though I was, and
still am taking a risk interacting with a minor, I decided to continue
talking with him.  I've heard about law enforcement being online and
arresting people who arrange to meet minors for sex, but I knew this
wasn't the case here.  A cop would never create a profile that had the
age listed as 18 or older if they were setting up a sting to catch child
molesters.  And it would be entrapment for a cop to claim to be of age at
one point, engage in several days of cyber sex, and then admit to being
under-aged.  I had every reason to believe the person I was chatting with
was 19 years old based on what he said at first and on the age listed in
his profile.  Besides, we haven't done anything more than just talk at
this time.  And until I know for sure what the legal age limits are for
the state of Alabama, I won't be meeting Mike until he is 18.  I've
added this final thought here for two reasons:  one is to serve as a
disclaimer that I am not suggesting, encouraging or condoning any type of
inappropriate interaction between adults and minors; the second reason is
to let everyone know that I am well aware of the risk I am taking and no
one needs to email me to tell me to be careful or to share with me their
stories of people they know who have been arrested for meeting minors
through the internet.  This story has been posted here for personal use
and entertainment purposes only.