Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:54:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny__Young <Danny__Young@gay.com>
Subject: The Cum Pig (forEncounters?)

Usual disclaimers all apply. Be over 18 or whatever the
legal age is in your jurisdiction. This is an original piece
of homoerotica.



"You really are a cum pig, aren't you?", he said as he
turned my head toward the mirror of the dresser in his bed
room.

As I looked at the spooge which he had just shot all over my
face, I was in no position to disagree. My cum-covered lips
tuned up in a smile proved his point.

As much as it's possible for a pig like me to be able to, I
love Mike. We had met about 2 weeks ago at a glory hole. He
was my first cock that day and I was hungry for it. He told
me later that my grunts of pleasure as I blew him made me a
stand out from all the other guys who had sucked him.  He
said that's what a starving man must sound like after
spending 10 days in the desert.    As I felt his cock get
harder and my tongue felt the tell tale rising of his man-
sap, I broke off his cock and said breathlessly, "On my
face!" A nanosecond later his first rope of cum landed on
the bridge of my nose. My favorite spot, because I could
kinda see it, and then later it would slowly run into the
edges of my mouth. The second and third spurts me on the
lips. Mmmmm.  The fourth and fifth on my right cheek. Good.
I would have something to show when I walked home later,
although I was hoping 4 or 5 other guys would add their cum
later. And I would probably swallow a couple of loads for
good measure.

I sucked the last of the cum out of him then licked his cock
clean then I sat back on my heels. My hard cock was
throbbing. I wondered how long it would be before I allowed
myself to touch it this time.  My record for not cumming was
6 days.  I would have gone longer except it was actually
painful to have all that cum accumulating. Someone told me
straight guys call that "blue balls".  On the other side of
the glory hole I heard the guy catching his breath. Then he
did something that shocked me. He spoke!

"Fuck you're  good!". I silently accepted his recognition of
my life's work, but WTF?

"I mean really good! Wanna grab a beer somewhere?"  I was
gob-smacked!  The top never talks to the bottom at a glory
hole!  Well, apart from, "Yeah take it all you cocksucker"
and other terms of endearment.  The top just zips up and
leaves. Those are the rules. Plus this guy was asking  me to
have a beer with him.  Like a date or something.

"Well? You wanna?"

I felt the rivulets of the cum he splattered  on the bridge
of my nose make their way to my mouth. I love that part of
the post-blow-job afterglow.  He was spoiling things.

"C'mon. Let's go! Meet you outside" He said it not in a
Master/Slave way, but I got the impression he wasn't going
to take no for an answer. So I got to my feet, and left the
cubicle. After the darkness of the glory hole area, my eyes
blinked in the light of the porn shop, and the cum glistened
on my face.  The clerk at the front of the store looked up
and saw that it was only me and went back to watching "The
Price is Right". The only other person in the store was this
guy about 25. In a quick appraisal, I figured he stood just
under 6-feet. He had black hair and blue eyes and looked
just fine in his tee and jeans. With a smile he said, "Hi".
That's all, "hi". And with that he turned on his heels and
started to walk out of the store.  When he was almost at the
door, he turned back, and gave his head a jerk, indicating I
should follow him. I did.

 I'm not going to go through all the usual "OMG! He was so
gorgeous" crap guys usually do.  To me a guy is just a life
support system for a cock.  And a cock is just a delivery
system for cum.  But I will say he looked fine in the porn
shop. And he didn't change when we got outside.

"Let's go to that pub down the street", he said and began to
walk toward it. I knew the place he meant. The clientele
were mostly old, bitter fags. But it was close and I would
get a kick out of the reactions of the old queens when they
saw the cum on my face, branding me as the cum pig that I am
and then when they saw the guy I was with.

The street was quite busy with shoppers and people heading
out for lunch.  I got some shocked glances from people who
saw the still wet cum on my face and recognized it for what
it was. My cock which had softened a bit at the shock of
being spoken to in a glory hole got hard again and tented my
skater shorts. I had been keeping my distance from the guy.
He was about 10 feet in front of me, when he turned around
stopped. He wanted me to catch up with him!  I couldn't
believe it, but I did. He started walking again and I kept
pace.

"I'm Mike, by  the way", he said offering me his hand which
I shook hesitantly.  Considering I had his cock in my mouth
3 minutes ago, I don't know why I was so tentative.

"Danny", I said.

"You must be thirsty after all that work, Danny", he said
with a smile as we reached the pub. He winked at me. What
was it with this guy??!

The usual assortment of queens were on the patio. And as I
knew they would, first they looked down their noses at me
and then their jaws dropped when they saw the guy I was
with.  I could almost feel their jealousy crash over me in
waves.

Mike went to a table in a corner closest to the sidewalk.

"This ok?", he asked. I sat down which told him it was fine.
So far I had uttered only one word, my name.

A waiter was there almost immediately. He sized me up for
what I am and took a long, and puzzled look at Mike.

"I'll have a Guinness. Danny?"

"Same", I said.

The waiter left. I could just imagine what he would tell the
bartender when he got back inside  Personally I didn't care.
As Popeye says, I am what I am. But Mike. I couldn't figure
him out. Then again, I didn't have much practice at figuring
guys out.  I don't  want to figure the out - I just  want
them to whip their cocks out.

As we waited for out drinks, he turned his attention to me.

"Fuck Danny, that was amazing back there! Thanks", he
smiled.

"Thanks? THANKS?"  What the fuck is up with this guy?

Now I want to tell you this doesn't turn into one of those,
"So he saw the error of his ways, stopped being a cum slut
and they lived happily ever after".  I am still just as
committed to cum from as many guys as possible as I ever
was, and that's the whole point of this story, but  this guy
sure was . well, I don't know what he was.

"You really got into it".

I shrugged. "I'm a cum pig", I said.

He smiled. "I got that impression. I've had my share of blow
jobs and they were all pretty good. Some guys are better
cocksuckers than others, but even a bad blow job is still
pretty good.  But with you, I could almost sense you were
wishing the cum out of me. And the moans of pleasure as you
sucked me! I felt that my cock and cum were the center of
your universe. Fuck,  I'm getting hard again thinking about
it."

The waiter picked that moment to arrive  with our drinks.

Mike handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change.
Not a bad tip on a 14 dollar tab.

"Cheers!", Mike said as he took a sip, and after I had
licked his dry cum off my lips, I followed suit.

Putting down his glass he said, "I've had this fantasy for
quite a while and I think you're the guy who might help me
make it come true. I hope so" He smiled again.

I didn't say anything. Actually I don't ever say much.  To
paraphrase Homer Simpson, "Can't talk. Sucking."  But I was
interested. What kind of fantasy could this guy have?   I
mean he was about as vanilla-looking a guy as I had ever
seen.  He was obviously very middle class and probably went
to the right schools for the right profession and probably
was doing very nicely financially. In other words, an almost
text book 25 year old straight guy. Oh he was a fag alright,
at least I thought he was, but he was probably one of those
"Gee I can't wait until they change the laws in this state
so I can marry the man I love" kinda fags. Ya right.  Me,
I'm one of those, "Gee I can't wait until they change the
laws in this state so I can suck cock on Main Street" kinda
fags.

Meh. Different strokes.

He took a gulp of his Guinness.  I waited.

"I wanna put a guy in a sling and have guys cum on him until
he is completely covered. It might take as long as a week. I
figure I need about 3 thousand guys to cum on you until you
are totally cum-covered. Are you interested?"

As I said at the beginning, as much as it's possible for a
pig like me to be able to, I began to fall in love with
Mike.


****end of part 1.  Hope you like it so far.
Danny__Young@gay.com