Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 07:17:09 +0000
From: Jonathan H. <swimbttm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cocksucker's Training, Part 3

His cock wasn't just long -- it was. It wasn't just fat -- it was. It
was both. I had never actually seen a cock I would describe as a
beer-can dick, but this was pretty close to it. "Excellent show, white
boy," he said, as he walked closer to me. I felt myself blush, and
must have looked surprised. "Yeah, I saw most of it. Especially at the
end, when you drink that guy's cum right down. You ready for a second
act?"

I wasn't sure what to say, I merely nodded. I was still just staring at
his cock, wondering how much bigger it would get. "I'm not into having
an auidence white boy, so why don't we go into the the woods a bit."
He turned and walked off into the woods. I continued to stay on my
knees, still not sure of what I was getting myself into. He stopped,
and turned. "Well, you want my cock, right boy?" I nodded again. "Then
get up and follow me."

I stood up, trying to ignore the pain in my knees, and followed
him. There was a faint path leading off into the woods that he took. I
followed him, and we walked silently for a few minutes, getting deeper
into the forest. Around me, I could see we weren't the first guys who
used this area for sex; there was the occasional used condom on the
ground. Finally we reached a small clearing; in one corner there was a
tree.

"You looked good down on your knees. Why don't you get down on them
again?" he said. He was pointing in front of the tree. Without even
thinking, I kneeled down in front of the tree, leaning up against
it. This was a lot more comfortable than just kneeling in the picinic
area. He walked up to me, his cock on level with my face, just inches
from it. I knew what was going to happen next.

"So white boy, what do you like to be called? Cocksucker or
cumdrinker?" he asked me.

"My name is Jon" I said. Although I had just sucked off a guy and
swallowed his load, the names weren't me. I was gay, yeah, but I
wasn't one of those.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest little white boy, Jon." He brushed his
hand against face, and looked down into my eyes. My eyes were darting
between his face, his dark brown eyes staring intently at me, and his
cock, like a thick black snake hanging inches away from my lips. "But
I just saw you slurp down a nice big load of cum, and you are nearly
hypnotized by my tool." He shook his hips slightly, and exactly as he
suggested, my eyes followed his cock back and forth. "So, I think the
question remains, cocksucker? or cumdrinker?"

"Cocksucker," I whispered. I could feel my face blush red, but I
wanted to feel his manhood in my mouth, taste the bit of pre-cum at
the tip.

"Good choice. Of course, you'll still drink my cum, cocksucker. You
can call me daddy." It seemed a little odd, since he was at most 25 or
so. "And cocksucker, speak up. Daddy doesn't like a cocksucker to
whisper."

"Yes, Daddy." I tried to speak as clearly as possible.

"And what do you want cocksucker?" he asked.

"I want to suck your cock." He smiled at me, this was what he wanted
to hear. "I want to swallow you cum"

"Yeah cocksucker, I know what you want. But I want you to beg for it."

"Please Daddy, let me suck you off. I want to drink your cum, I want
to feel your cock in my mouth, you shooting into my mouth." I wasn't
really sure what I wanted at this point, but I knew I wanted to at
least try that cock of his. "Please, let me suck on it. Let me drink
your cum." I looked up at him, and it wasn't hard to have a look of
longing on my face. I wanted to feel it in me, I wanted to see what
kind of load he would shoot into my mouth.

"Yeah cocksucker. You have nice lips. Now, let's see them wrapped
about my shaft." He stepped forward a bit, and now his cock was right
by my mouth. I took that as a cue, and took his head into my
mouth. There wasn't any precum this time, just a warm, spongy cockhead
that filled my mouth. It was a fat cock; I had to stretch my mouth
just to get it in. I knew I would never be able to take all of it.

But I at least tried. I took as much of it in my mouth as possible,
feeling it hit the back of my throat with only about half of it in. I
started to work on, going up and down what I could of the shaft. As I
worked him over, I realized that he wasn't yet fully hard. I could
feel his cock get harder and firmer as I worked it over. At least it
wasn't growing that much longer as well.

It only took a few minutes of sucking on his cock before he was
completely hard. I was a little surprised at how hard he got -- most
of the cocks I had played with of his size never really got rock hard,
but just firm. He was just a solid shaft, about eleven inches long,
and I would guess seven or eight inches around. My mouth was open as
wide as I thought it would go, and my lips were still stretched around
his tool. He was doing most of the work, slowly pistoning it in and
out of my mouth. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of
my throat, and realized that even at that point, I was only two thirds
of the way down his shaft.

"Damn, gets me so fucking boned up seeing your lips stretched around
my cock," he said. I grunted in agreement, licking the tip of his
cock. "Oh yeah," he grunted in response to my licking. He pulled his
cock out a bit, leaving just the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue all
over his head, feeling the texture of the skin, his slit, and getting
a taste of a little drip of pre-cum.

He let me work over his head for a few minutes, then returned to
sliding his cock into my mouth. Once more, I could feel his head press
against the back of my throat. I tried to move back to accomodate his
thrusts better, but realized I was up against a tree. I adjusted the
angle of my head, and felt his thick head press up against my throat,
forcing it's way in.

As best I could, I relaxed my throat muscles, letting him push his way
in to me. I felt his fat cockhead invade my throat, pressing up
against the walls, stretching them. "Yeah, let me into your throat,"
he said. I could feel him push harder, his cock forcing itself deeper
into me. With my head against the tree, there was nothing I could do
but let him bury his shaft into me. It was uncomfortable, but when I
felt his balls against my chin, there was rush of pleasure. I had
managed to get his entire cock in my throat.

However, it was short-lived. My gag reflex kicked in, and I had to
pull off his cock. If anything, feeling his tool pull out of my throat
was more painful than it forcing it's way into me. I could feel every
millimeter of shaft scrape against my throat. But at last it was out,
and I could breathe. I must have gasped a bit, because he asked "You
ok boy?" I nodded, and licked on his head a bit, trying to calm down
and catch my breath.

"It's a big one, isn't it?" he asked. I nodded in agreement. "Gotta
work at taking all of it, huh?" I nodded again, just glad I had only
the cockhead and a bit of his shaft in my mouth. "But your throat
feels so fucking fine around my cockhead." I nodded again, and
continued to run my tongue over his head, hoping to get him off
soon. "Let's try it one more time, okay?" he said. I shook my head no,
I didn't think I was going to be able to take it again.

"Yeah, just once more. I know you want to do it again, just so you can
say you did it. And I'm going to shoot soon as well." I looked up at
him, and nodded a bit. I had no will power compared to his massive
cock. He reached down and grabbed my head in his hands, tilting my
head up slightly. He held it in place firmly, and pushed his cock into
me again, stopping right as my throat started.

He held that position for a second. "Cocksucker, you're going to
swallow Daddy's cum, aren't you?" he asked me. With his cock buried in
my mouth and his hands on my head, all I could do was nod
vigorously. After all I had been through, it felt like my just
reward. It would also soothe my sore throat a bit.

The nodding was good enough for him. I could feel him press his hips
into me, and his cock slide into my throat. Unlike the previous time,
he didn't stop, but forced it all the way in a single forceful
stroke. I tried to suppress the gag reflex as best I could, letting
him enjoy the feeling of being inside of me.

He went in and out of me a few times, but I think he was pretty close,
since he quickly began to shoot his load. I could feel the pulse of
semen travel down the length of his cock, and shoot into me. He pulled
out a little with each additional spurt, moaning in pleasure. On the
last spurt, only his head was in my mouth, allowing me to taste his
cum. It was surprisingly sweet; I would have liked to taste more of
it. He let his cock rest in my mouth for a while, as the last spasms
of the orgasm wore off.

As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he said "Cocksucker, you really
should learn how to deep throat better." I looked up at him, and he
continued, "You're good, but not excellent."

"Your cock is too big." I said, but I knew it was just an
excuse. Somehow I knew every man, especially the hung ones, deserved
to be deep throated. I thought back to Kevin the previous night, or
even to Travis who I had just sucked off. Had I done the best I could?

"That's just an excuse cocksucker, and you know it." He continued,
"Give me a call, and we'll practice. I know you can do it,
cocksucker." He handed me a card. Printed on it was "Anaconda," and a
phone number. "And of course, you know why it's called Anaconda." he
said as I read it. I stuck the card in my pocket. "Call me tonight,"
he said. "We can start tomorrow." He laughed a little.

"Ok," I said. I wasn't sure why he was laughing. This was getting a
little too much for me. I had nearly choked on his cock, but yet, I
knew I was going to be calling him later tonight. I was both afraid
and strangely turned on by the notion of "practice," and what it meant
in learning how to suck cock.

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Thanks to everyone who has sent me comments and ideas. They are
appreciated. Still looking for men who can continue my training.