Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:59:42 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Opening Doors - Part Three

OPENING DOORS

BY MOORE

Part Three
Chapter Six


"You're very sunburned," my mom said as I greeted her in
the kitchen. My dad was there too, drinking a beer. "Did
you go to the beach."

I grabbed a coke from the fridge. "I was at a friend's
house, Drew Cunningham. He has a pool and a tennis court
and, get this, an English butler."

"No, shit, a butler," my dad said. "They must be loaded."

"Alex, please, watch your language," my mother chastised
my father. "Money isn't everything. Is he a nice boy?"

"Oh, yes, very nice," I said, wondering what her reaction
would be if I told her that Drew was a faggot and that he
sucked my cock and ate my cum...if I told her that we
spent the day naked...and that I played with his prick
and his balls, jerked him off and tasted his cum.

"He invited me to come again tomorrow, mom, and to sleep
over. There's no school on Monday so would it be okay?"

"Fifteen's a little old for sleep overs," dad said over
his beer bottle. "That's kid stuff. I thought you and I
might go to the gym and work out."

"Guys still do it, dad. Stay up late and watch videos.
Please can I, mom?"

"I'll think about it while you take a shower before
dinner. And put some cream on your face so you don't
peel."

Not only was my face sunburned when I looked in the
bathroom mirror, but so was my entire body. Especially
the part of me which had never been exposed to the sun.
I couldn't go to the gym and shower with my dad after a
workout, not unless I was prepared to explain why my body
was sunburned all over.

I showered quickly and dressed in loose clothes to avoid
chaffing my sensitive skin. Mom had already telephoned a
friend of hers while I was upstairs, someone who knew the
Cunningham's. "Gee thanks, mom," I said when she approved
the sleepover.

"Great," Drew said when I called him later with the good
news. "We'll have a great day, Steven, come early."

"Okay, sure, I'll come early." And I'll cum often, I
thought, after hanging up the phone.


Chapter Seven

How early was too early, I thought, arriving at Drew's
house at eight o'clock. Harris was waiting by the door so
I wasn't too early, and Drew was behind him in the hall
wearing nothing but flip flops, an erection and a great
big smile.

"These are for you," he said, holding out a pair of flip
flops. "Harris will take care of your clothes while I
take care of you. There's nothing like a blow job first
thing in the morning."

"Master Drew you are embarrassing your friend. Perhaps he
does not wish to be nude or wish to receive a blow job
from you." Harris turned to me, "Master Steven?"

I quickly stripped and handed Harris all my clothes in
answer to part of his unspoken question. Standing next to
Drew, I slipped my bare feet into the flip flops, feeling
very, very naked, and watched my dick thicken and rise up
in anticipation of the blow job to come.

"Well, well, my dear boy," Harris chuckled, staring at my
growing erection. "Now that you are naked as a jay and
quite sexually aroused I suppose you'll want that blow
job. Carry on then you naughty boys. No semen on the
carpet please, Master Drew. Those nasty stains are so
hard to remove."

"You want to do this with Harris watching?" I asked as
Drew went down on his knees. "I can wait for the blow job
until we're alone."

Drew smiled up at me with my cock at his lips. "But I
can't wait another moment to feel your prick in my mouth.
Don't mind Harris, he's watched me give blow jobs before.
Right Harris?"

"Oh, yes, Master Drew, numerous blow jobs I dare say. So
many lovely lads have ejaculated in your mouth that I've
lost count." Harris nodded at me and winked. "Master Drew
is keenly homosexual...so frightfully fond of warm semen,
or cum as you American boys call it."

"That I am," Drew responded brightly, then he took me in
his mouth.

As he sucked me, I wondered how many boys had been in
Drew's mouth for a blow jobs and a cum. I only knew about
my pal Ethan Lutz, who blew a good thing by calling Drew
a cocksucker and a fag. Ten cocks, twenty, a hundred
needy boy cocks in his equally needy mouth? The much
bigger question in my mind was why. Why did Drew suck
dick and love it so much? What was in it for him, besides
the mouthful of sperm, the taste of which when I ate my
own I sort of liked too? He sure did look happy kneeling
between my legs with my dick in his mouth, and happier
still when I cried out, "Gonna cum."

Chapter Eight

We spent the day playing tennis and swimming and just
lazing about naked by the pool in the hot sun. I had a
boner most of the time, thanks to Drew who licked my hot,
sweaty balls and went all the way down on my dick at
every opportunity. "I can't cum any more," I said when he
settled yet again between my sunburned legs as the sun
began to set.

"S'okay," Drew said, nibbling on my overworked balls.
"I'll just hold you in my mouth until Harris calls us for
dinner. Shouldn't be more than an hour."

"An hour? What if I have to use the bathroom?"

"Then pee in my mouth if you have to go."

He had to be kidding, I thought. Pee was nasty stuff, but
so was the sticky, salty sperm I spurted in his mouth. He
had to be kidding. "I can't piss in your mouth."

"Sure you can," he insisted. "We'll both enjoy it."

Drew was right. I could and I did urinate in his mouth,
and it was fun. He swallowed every drop of my stream of
steamy piss...then sucked my pee soaked prick to a very
satisfying climax.

While showering before dinner I noticed that my tan lines
were fading. Another day spent naked in the sun and I'd
have no tan lines at all. My dick was a darker color too
even though it had spent a lot of time out of the sun in
Drew's mouth. How he loved my prick in his mouth...I had
to find out why.

Chapter Nine

"Can I ask you a personal question, Drew?"

"Sure, anything."

I sat up in the bed, Drew's bed, and gently took his hand
off my cock. "You don't have to answer if you don't want
to."

Drew sat up beside me and turned on the light. "I've been
waiting for you to ask."

"Huh?"

"Most boys that I blow a lot don't wait so long to ask
why I love cock and cum. You've stayed over three times
now. I've given you dozens of blow jobs and swallowed a
gallon of your sperm. Your dick and my mouth are pretty
good friends."

"We would still be friends," I blurted out, "even if you
didn't blow me and swallow my sperm."

"Friends with a cocksucker, Steven? What would your
straight friends think?"

"You're not a cocksucker," I said with all the sincerity
I could muster.

"I hate the word, sure, and faggot too. But that's really
what I am when I'm blowing a boy. A cocksucker. And you
want to know why?"

"Only if you want to tell me."

"There's not much to tell," Drew said as he slid between
my legs. "It feels good."

I waited for Drew to continue, there had to be more, but
that was all he had to say. "That's it?"

"That's about it," Drew said. "You've never had a dick in
your mouth so you can't imagine how good it feels to suck
one. And the semen too, creamy and warm spurting into my
mouth...there is nothing else that tastes like sperm."

That much I knew from eating my own cum on a regular
basis, and Drew's cum once, by accident. I liked the
taste and the creamy texture of sperm, but would I like
a cock in my mouth? There was only one way to find out.


Chapter Ten

"I want to suck you."

Drew lifted his head from my crotch and looked me in the
eye. "You're sure you want to do that?"

"Yes," I said with more far assurance than I felt. "I've
given it a lot of thought and I want to find out if a
boy's dick in my mouth feels as good for me as it does
for you."

"And what if it does feel good, Steven? Have you really
thought it through? What if you like a boy's dick in your
mouth...if you like sucking a dick...if you like semen
spurting in your mouth? Then what?"

"Then what," I repeated slowly, stalling for some time to
think. The answer was easy, the word harder to say. "If
your dick feels good in my mouth, Drew, if I like giving
you a blow job and eating your sperm, then, well, then I
guess I'll be a cocksucker. But I'll only blow you," I
added hastily.

"We'll be suck buddies?"

"Suck buddies, yeah, that's cool. I won't blow other
boys."

Drew chuckled softly and said, "Oh, but you will blow
other boys, believe me you will if you like blowing me.
Maybe not right away, but soon enough because the urge to
suck dick will become overwhelming. Every boy will become
a temptation. What's his dick look like you'll wonder as
your own dick gets hard. What does it taste like and how
much does he cum. You'll try hard to fight it, Steven,
the cocksucker's curse, but sucking many dicks and eating
loads of sperm will become the most important thing in
your life."