Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 08:03:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny__Young <Danny__Young@gay.com>
Subject: The Cum Pig Part 2

I sucked my first cock at 13. Not that I hadn't tried to
before then. For as long as I can remember I had been
obsessed with cock.. I kept trying to get guys to show me
theirs and when they wouldn't I'd show them mine. I wouldn't
wear underwear and let my pee pee show under my
strategically draped shorts. The father of one of the kids
on my street caught me trying to get his son naked in the
garage one day and threatened to horse whip me. I think I
was 7 or 8.  I'm serious.  I tried to get every kid I knew
to show me his cock. Almost all wouldn't, and when I would
show them mine, they wouldn't  be my friends anymore.

I wish I could remember how I got Gerry Kelly to show me his
cock. Because if I could, I would be the best salesman in
the world and I would be filthy rich, instead of the  filthy
pig that I am now.  I do remember it took a lot of
salesmanship in a non gay way. I spent days and days making
the pitch. Because I don't think Gerry was really gay, just
really horny.   I  must have told him if he showed me his
cock I would suck it; a promise I intended to keep. I might
have said something like "I bet you ave the biggest cock in
school" Whatever, it worked. But like I said, I spent a lot
of time on making the sale.  We agreed on a day when there
was a spare period at school.  Gerry would ask the teacher
to use the washroom and few minutes later, I would ask.
When I got there he was leaning against a wall. His body
language said, "What?"

I saw the movie "Stand By Me" on TV when I was 16. And got
hard right away.  The character played by River Phoenix was
Gerry Kelly.  Except Gerry didn't have a soft side. He was a
total thug.  But the short hair, everything else was the
same.

So there was this guy with all this `tude leaning against
the wall with body language saying, "What?"

Like I said, I don't know how I managed to get  to this
point, but everything else is crystal clear 8 years later. I
remember slowly sinking to my knees, my heart beating with
anticipation.  Unfastening the top of his jeans, unzipping
the fly, pulling the jeans down to mid thigh, being faced
with his tightie whities  and the bulge of a hard cock.
Even though he was a thug, Gerry was very  fussy about being
clean.  While everyone else was eating lunch, he would take
a shower and change.  I mention this because his tightie
whities smelled fresh from the laundry  and his cock smelled
fresh from the tightie whities. In fact I could taste the
clean taste of his clean under wear on his cock when I
finally took it into my mouth. I remember the feel of it as
it sat on my tongue. I took a deep breath savoring the
moment which had come at last. I looked up at Gerry as he
looked down on me and for the first time he didn't have a
semi-sneer on his face. His face registered a mix of the
shock of it all, his cock in another guy's mouth, and
pleasure. Oh yeah. Gerry liked how it felt.  Then I started
to suck him. I know I wasn't very good because this was my
first time, but I tried my best. Little moans of pleasure
escaped him, and that  encouraged me, and then he  began to
thrust his hips and face-fuck me. God I loved it!  I don't
care if anyone touches my cock these days, but in those days
I sure wanted Gerry to touch mine - and put it in his mouth.
My plan was to suck on Gerry for a while and when he was
about half way to cumming, I would stop.  Gerry was a thug,
but he wasn't stupid. I knew he would figure out that if he
was going to get his cock back in my mouth, he was going to
have to suck on mine for a bit. And so we slowly traded
places. It was my turn to lean against the wall, and his
turn to get on his knees.

I knew he didn't want to. And I also knew that I shouldn't
press my luck. So I undid my own jeans, lowered my own
underwear and lowered my own hard cock toward his lips.
Fuck, he didn't want to. But he did. He opened his mouth and
I placed my cock on his tongue.  And I blew my load. It must
be the fastest cum in history. "Load" isn't quite the right
word. I spurted twice and Gerry spit out  my cock when he
realized what was happening, and then spit my cum onto the
floor .  He got to his feet, but that meant my now-free cock
was spooging all over the place. On the tee shirt he had
just changed into. Then onto his jeans. Onto one of his
arms, one of his shoes.  When he saw what was happening, his
blue eyes turned into blue lasers. He looked at me in a
murderous rage. I'd seen that term before,  but now I knew
what it meant.  I've never been so scared in my life. He
looked as if he was going to beat the shit out of me.  You
know how when you've just had a harrowing experience, it
takes a while to catch your breath?   Gerry took 4 or 5 deep
breaths, and it must have been during that time he decided
not to kill me.

"Get back down on your knees", he ordered. Even though his
voice hadn't quite changed, it was still very menacing. Plus
the look in those eyes.

I quickly got back down on my knees and looked up at him,
terrified. The old sneer was back on his thug face. His cock
had gone soft, but he grabbed it and started beating my face
with it. He may have gone soft, but the pre hadn't gone
away. Each time he hit my face some of it stayed on it. And
each time he hit my face, his cock got a little harder.

"You fucken fag!", he snarled.  "You wanted my cock? Your
fucken wish has come true!"

I know, it's bad fuck-flick dialogue but it's  as near as I
can remember. That, and him saying through clenched teeth,
"Open your fucken mouth!"

I did.

He rammed his cock in so hard that I nearly fell over, but
just in time he grabbed me by the hair and held me steady.
And then he mouth-raped me. . He was pissed off and he took
it out on my mouth.  He slammed his cock into me. I gagged
and that seemed to make him slam harder. I choked and he
rammed it in  harder still. Even with all the cock sucking
experience I have now, an assault like that would be hard to
take. But I was only 13. This is was my first cock. And I
didn't know how to handle it. Tears well up in my eyes. I
looked up at him. He looked down on me with that vicious
sneer that was now amplified with his lust.   Because I was
his first mouth.   But his look had something else in it.
Vengeance, yes.  At the time I didn't know what else was
there. I do now: it was  control.

What he couldn't control was his orgasm. If I was 13, so was
he and this was his first blow job. If it could be called
that.  After a few more strokes he held my head with both
hands and then stood still. I was choking. I kept trying to
breathe through my nose, with no success.  My gag reflexes
kept trying to kick in except my throat was full of his
cock.  Then he spasmed.  His cock got even bigger in my
throat. I thought I was going to die. And if his cock didn't
kill me, I would die of disappointment. This wasn't the way
I had planned it.   I was crying for real now. His cock
pulsed in my throat. Again and again.  He was injecting his
cum directly into my gullet, by-passing my taste buds,
depriving me of all the things I had been dreaming about
since I was 7.

Then he gave my throat 2 or 3 fuck-thrusts before pulling
out.

That was the first time I fell back on my heels in the post-
suck position. I was sobbing, trying to catch my breath. I
coughed.

Gerry looked down on me  as he put his half hard cock back
into his jeans.

He took his right hand and covered my face with it like in a
gangster movie you  see on TV, and  he pushed me to the
ground.

"Get over your fucken self!! You loved it"  Then he walked
out.

And  I lay on the floor of the boys' room, whimpering for
what might have been, and genuinely bruised from what had
actually been.  No, I didn't love it. But I knew Gerry had
loved it a lot. And that meant I could probably get his cock
again.  And I wouldn't have to work so hard to get. it.