Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:01:50 +0000 From: Moore Subject: Opening Doors - Part Six OPENING DOORS BY MOORE Part Six Chapter Fourteen I took care of the lingering hardon easily enough before joining Ethan on the beach. The essence of fresh semen licked off my hand lay heavily on my cumİstarved tongue. The homosexual fantasy brought on by Ethan's body and the cocksucker's curse; the overwhelming desire to suck dick and swallow sperm could not be so easily masturbated away. Every single boy on the beach was a sexual temptation. I could see myself kneeling in the hot sand surrounded by a tight circle of horny boys. Then I would pull down their bathing suits to view their hidden dicks, and give every boy a blow job. How the warm cum would flow into my happy mouth. Drew's warning words came back to me in a rush. '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, the cocksucker's curse, but sucking many dicks and eating loads of sperm will become the most important thing in your life.' I don't want to fight the cocksucker's curse, I thought, growing aroused again as I looked at the bare chested boys on the beach. I want to be a cocksucker...to suck cock...lots of cocks, and I want to swallow the spurts of warm sperm that would spew into my mouth. I knew deep down that it wasn't going to happen on the beach with hundreds of people around to watch me come out as a fag. The cocksucker's curse was making me crazy for cock. No sane boy would let me suck him off on a public beach. But maybe I could pass the word around that a faggot was waiting in the boys locker room...a cum eating cocksucker offering free blow jobs, then hurry back ahead of the crowd. That just might work. Ethan appeared before I could put my plan into action. "Surfs way up," he said, dragging me towards the water. "Last one in is a faggot." I didn't hurry to beat him to the water. What for? In my mind at least I was already a faggot. The cold salt water cooled my lust and shriveled my dick. I swam behind Ethan through the crashing waves until we reached calmer waters. Then we body surfed back to shore where we lay side by side in the sand, exhausted by the effort. But not too exhausted to feel my dick surge yet again. Boys, boys everywhere, I thought, and not a cock to suck. I made it through the long day and back to Ethan's house before the cocksucker's curse renewed its attack. We were alone and Ethan's offer sent sexually driven shivers up my spine. "You got any plans?" He asked, handing me a coke. "My folks are out for the night, we could order a pizza and hang out." You could order a pizza and then order me to blow you, I thought, readily agreeing to his plan. I'd go down on my knees in an instant if he ordered me to suck him. First I'd lick his sweaty balls and then I'd kiss his prick and rub it all over my face. You can cum in my mouth, Ethan, I'd tell him...just in case he had any doubts. Cum in my mouth and I'll swallow your sperm. All I needed now was a plan to get us naked. "I'm all grungy from the beach," I said, "and my clothes are full of sand." "Yeah, me too. My mother will be pissed if we track sand in the house. I know, come out back and we'll hose each other off. I'll lend you some sweats after so you don't have to wear your sandy clothes." With two towels in hand I followed Ethan out back after he called for a pizza delivery. He stripped off all his clothes, I followed suit, and then he handed me the hose. I sprayed every inch of his body with water, avoiding direct contact with his dick and balls. I wanted to suck him not hurt him. "Wow, that cool water feels good. Gimme the hose and I'll wash you down." Sand free and still naked, we returned to the house to get dressed. I was about to ask Ethan if he wanted a blow job when the doorbell rang. "Must be the pizza," he said, wrapping a towel around his waist. "Good, I'm starved." I was starved too and frustrated, for Ethan's dick and a mouthful of Ethan's sperm. The blow job and the cum would have to wait, however, unless the delivery person was a boy who wanted a blow job too. I'd get the pizza boy's tip, the tip of his dick between my lips and suck him for all I was worth. Ethan's cock would be the first to use my mouth, though, I decided. I'd suck him while the pizza boy watched, then show them both all the thick, creamy sperm on my tongue before swallowing the load. The pizza boy in my fantasy turned out to be a girl, a very pretty girl about twenty years old. Ethan, wearing nothing but the towel, paid her for the pizza then joked about the size of a tip. "How big a tip do you have for me," she laughed back, staring at obvious arousal behind the towel. "Six or seven inches I'd guess." "Seven and a half," Ethan said. "Interested?" "Another time, big boy. I've got hot pizzas in the truck and customers waiting. I can't afford to lose this job for one hot cock." "A blow job then," Ethan shot back, handing her a five dollar bill. "It won't take you long to get me off and I promise not to cum in your mouth." I was amazed at Ethan's courage to speak that way to a girl. She just laughed as she walked out the door. "Wow," I said, speechless. Ethan shrugged his shoulders. "I've learned you got to ask for what you want. But now I've got a problem, a big problem." Ethan dropped his towel to reveal a throbbing erection. "Now I really need a blow job. Don't go away, Steven, I've got to take care of something. I'll be back in an couple of minutes." "Wait up," I said quickly, knowing that he was going to jerk off. Ethan turned around as I unloosened my towel, revealing my own erection, and assumed a submissive position on my knees. "I'd like to take care of your big problem." "What do you mean?" "I'd like to blow you." "What did you say?" "I said I'll blow you, Ethan, suck your dick." "That's not funny." "I'm not trying to be funny," I said, crawling towards him on my hands and knees. "I really want to suck your cock. C'mon, let me give you a blow job. Please." "You're serious, shit, about giving me a blow job. When did you switch sides and go homo?" "About a month ago, I guess. I was curious so I gave Drew Cunningham a blow job. I just wanted to kind of see, you know, feel, what it was like to have a dick in my mouth. Remember how much he loved to do it?" "And?" Ethan asked when I stopped to catch my breath. "So I went ahead and did it and I really liked it...no, loved it. I loved Drew's dick in my mouth, Ethan, and the sucking...and, you know, everything." "You gave him a blow job, shit. Did he cum?" "Yes." "In your mouth?" I gulped and nodded slightly, but Ethan wanted more. "Answer the question, Steven. Did Drew Cunningham cum in your mouth?" "Yes he did," I shouted, staring at his dick which I so desperately wanted to suck. "And I ate his cum, swallowed his sperm...and I would do it again." "And now you're a homo?" "Yes, I am a homosexual. Can I blow you?" "Gay?" "Uh huh," I nodded, inching my face closer to Ethan's engorged dick. "A faggot?" I felt humiliated by Ethan's questions and exhilarated at the same time. The cocksucker's curse would not allow me to lie. "Yeah, I guess I am a faggot." Ethan rubbed his dick across my lips, leaving a trail of precum behind. "You're a cocksucker, Steven, a lowlife faggot cocksucker." "Yeah, I am a cocksucker. So can I please suck your dick? Please, Ethan, let me suck it." Begging to suck a dick was a humiliating experience. How much lower could I go to achieve my goal? "I'll lick your balls too and kiss your ass if you let me blow you." How low? Pretty low. "Are you going to cut me off after one blow job like Drew did? Remember that, huh, because I called him a fag and a cocksucker?" "No, no, I promise to blow you anytime time you want or need a blow job. I don't care if you call me a fag or call me a cocksucker." I hung my head in mock shame and said, "That's what I am, a cocksucker." "Okay then, fag," Ethan said as he slapped my face with his dick. "We got a deal. Go for it cocksucker...suck my dick and eat my cum." Chapter Fifteen I kept my promise to Ethan, gladly blowing him every day after school for two weeks. I was a satisfied faggot during that short time, a wellİfed faggot with a daily dose of dick and sperm in my receptive mouth. Satisfied that is, until the cocksucker's curse exerted its power and caused me to seek out more guys to service. I needed a lot more dick using my cocksucker mouth and a lot more cum. "No way," Ethan said when I explained my predicament and a possible solution. "I'm not going to ask a guy to my house so you can suck his dick. I haven't told a sole that you're a cocksucker...that you've been sucking my dick and eating my cum for the past two weeks. You want to go down on another guy, let on to him that you're a fag, then find him yourself." "You won't mind if I blow another guy or a lot of other guys? That you won't be the only guy whose dick I suck." "Me mind? Shit, no. It's your mouth with a dick in it and your reputation as a cocksucker. You can blow the whole football team in the locker room, suck off every guy in school for all I care. Now get down and suck my dick." I quickly got down on my knees and gave Ethan his blow job. A long, slow, deep throat blow job with lots of tongue work on his meaty dick and hand work on his hairy balls. He held my head between his big hands gently but firmly fucking between my tight lips until his orgasm hit. Then he pulled back and filled my mouth with heavy spurts of thick cum. I looked up at Ethan's face as he forcefully climaxed in my mouth, content for the moment as I swallowed his huge load of warm, creamy semen. Content for the moment to be naked and on my knees with his spent dick resting in my scummy mouth...content to be his cocksucker, but also thinking ahead to the next guy I could kneel for, the next cock I could suck. Blowing every single guy in school was way too much to wish for. How many boys could I suck off in one day and, more importantly, where could I blow them without raising a stink. The football team was a perfect solution. About thirty boys I could suck off and a great space to suck them all off in. The locker room was the perfect place to give blow jobs. Sweaty socks and jock straps to smell and sweaty naked boys to look at and hopefully service with my mouth. Who would even notice one more naked boy roaming around in the boy's locker room? Even if that naked fellow was a faggot with the need to suck dick.