Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2008 08:30:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny__Young <Danny__Young@gay.com>
Subject: The Cum Pig Part3

The Cum Pig Part 3

By Danny__Young@gay.com


Once the genii is out of the bottle, that's it:  Gerry has
tasted the fruit - me --   and even though  he was never to
do that again, as I expected,  it wasn't long before he was
looking to get his cock in my mouth again.   It was the next
day.

As I got off the school bus, he was there.

"Look, about yesterday", he said under his breath as we
walked into the school.

"Forget it", I said.

"Listen fuck head, you shot your shit into my mouth! What
did you expect me to do? Go `yum, yum'?"  I wasn't expecting
him to apologize, and he wasn't going to.  Not now anyway.

"Forget it.", I said again.

He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around to face
him, anger turning his blue eyes into lasers again.  "Okay
this is how it's gonna be", he said through tightly clenched
teeth, "I liked it when I had my cock in your mouth
yesterday. I wanna do it again and you're gonna let me. And
you're gonna let me during lunch today."

I glared back at him, "You hurt me yesterday, Gerry!
Seriously.  My throat is all bruised. I haven't been able to
eat anything solid since then. You think I'm gonna let you
do that to me again!?"

He was surprised at the heat of my response. People didn't
talk to Gerry Kelly that way. He didn't soften, but instead
presented his case.

"It won't be like yesterday man. You fucken shot your shit
into my mouth!!! Fuck!!   Listen, be in the washroom at
lunch and it won't be like yesterday. I promise"

I shook free of his grip and walked away. And at 12.13,
because that's how they keep time in high school, after all
the guys had had taken their piss, then went to the
`cafenasium', I opened the last stall door, walked out,  and
saw Gerry leaning against the wall with his hand over the
budge in his crotch.

His hair was still wet from the shower he took every noon
hour, and he sort of   nodded his head as if to say, "I knew
you'd be here".  And I was., and I slowly got into position,
lowering myself, both physically and psychologically until
my head was level with his crotch.   I undid the snap of his
jeans, pulled them to mid-thigh, pulled down his tightie
whities  fresh from the wash until his hard cock sprung
free. I could smell the soap   from his freshly washed cock.
A couple of drops of pre flew from this tip of it as it left
the confines of his tightie whities.    I opened my mouth
and I took it in. Gerry moaned.

I began to suck. Well, that's not the word, but u know what
I mean. It's like when you "blow" on your cock because you
heard about blow jobs. It's a figure of speech. I don't know
if I could have really sucked anyway, because my throat
really WAS bruised from the day  before.   I was braced for
an assault, but  there wasn't one.  So I swirled my tongue
around his 4 inches. It WAS different this time.  I was
still scared, but I could sense he knew it was different
too. After all we had some experience now - a shared
experience. Not the best experience for either of us,
totally, but still shared.

I felt a warm liquid coat my bruised mouth and throat. I
know now it was pre, but I didn't then, but I did know it
was very soothing.  When I stopped for a bit to catch my
breath and re-group I tasted the pre and loved it.  I loved
EVERYTHING about having Gerry's cock in my mouth. I loved
the heat from it.  I loved the feel of the looser skin
underneath it. And I loved the way it felt when he began to
move it in and out of my mouth.  I let out a low moan of
pleasure. It was more like a hum, and the vibrations from it
made Gerry moan as well. I steadied myself by holding on to
his ass cheeks. And I loved that too.  My rock hard cock
proved how much I was loving the whole experience. I don't
know if I could be called a born cocksucker, but at that
moment I realized that I was born to suck cock. I was in a
zone unlike anywhere I had ever been before.  Gerry Kelly's
cock in my mouth, his ass cheeks being cupped in my hands,
his moans, my moans - God I loved it all!

I tried to imagine what it must be like for Gerry. To look
down and see his cock going in and out of the mouth of a kid
who obviously loved it.  Yesterday he raped my mouth, but
today I was taking his cock willingly, hungrily, looking up
at him with a look of almost gratitude.

"Gonna cum!", he said suddenly, but he didn't have to tell
me.  I could feel it building in his cock, actually his
entire body. The way he clenched his ass, the way his whole
body began to tense, the way his breathing became shallow
and the way he increased the tempo of his cock thrusts.

And the way it made its way up from his balls.  I could
follow its progress with my tongue. And then... and then....
there it was! Cum. On my tongue!  So this is what it's like!
In the background I could hear Gerry grunting and otherwise
displaying his pleasure by holding my head steady in his
hands. His cock throbbed and throbbed with each burst of
cum. I let it gather in a pool on my tongue so that his cock
was floating in its own spooge.  Oh God! I had always
wondered how it would taste, and now I knew: it tasted
wonderful.  All too soon Gerry's cock began to grow soft in
my mouth.  He took it out. I leaned back on my heels, and
swallowed. My first load. Yesterday's didn't count. This was
my first real load. I licked my lips, and smiled up at
Gerry. I took his cock and sucked the last of the cum from
his shaft.

He flinched a couple of times because he was super sensitive
now, and then said, "You swallowed my spooge!" He said it
almost in wonder. "You actually WANTED to swallow it!"

"Yes", I replied quietly.

"Fuck!" And with that he put his cock away, zipped up his
jeans and walked out.

And that's how I became Gerry Kelly's personal cum dump.
When he was horny, which is all the time when you're 13, he
would find me and I would suck him.  I got better at sucking
and he got better at taking longer to cum. So we both
learned.   He was still a thug but I was on the road to
becoming a cum pig and got a kick out of shocking him.  Like
the first time I told him to cum on my face. By that time we
were 14, and I felt it was time for some variety.  Cumming
on my face ramped it up, and Gerry was shocked at the idea.
But when he spooged  and watched me pick up his cum with my
fingers and slowly lick them clean, he stayed hard. After
that he wanted to cum on my face quite a bit, and I became
creative in getting ways for it to go from there to my
mouth. He liked to push it in with his cock, but I also had
him scoop it up with a spoon and feed to me. Or using a
cookie.. Each new way would shock him, but the first time he
did it, he would stay hard.  And one day he said he was
going to fuck me.