Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 06:28:28 -0400
From: Robert Costic <robertcostic@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cum Jar

The Cum Jar
By Robert S. Costic

Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower
Fairy Tales," and a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," and has also
translated the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales
and ghost stories.  All are available as ebooks everywhere.

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Like many teenage boys, Jon was always horny, and like many teenage
boys, Jon loved to masturbate.  If he had the time, he masturbated
several times a day:  once in the morning before going to school,
occasionally during school, once in the afternoon after he returned
home from school, and at least once before going to bed.  Masturbating
was as routine and expected as his meals.

Jon also loved cum.  When he ejaculated he tried to shoot it as far as
he could, and this hobby became such a minor hobby that for a while he
would take a tape measurer to gauge exactly how far he shot.  He also
made a game of trying to shoot as far across his chest as possible
when he masturbated lying on his back, and of trying to shoot into his
mouth.  When he succeeded he tasted it with his tongue and savored its
peculiar texture and saltiness.

When he grew tired of trying to shoot his load great distances or
shoot it in his mouth, he hatched another plan:  he would collect it.
He took a used jelly jar, cleaned it out, and proceeded to shoot all
of his cum into it.  When he was done he saved the jar in a
mini-fridge that he kept in his bedroom.  Over the course of the weeks
the jar began to accumulate a fairly substantial amount of cum.

A more ambitious idea then popped into Jon's head:  he would collect
the cum of all the guys he had a crush on at high school.  This would
be no small feat; Jon had the hots for at least a couple dozen guys,
not that he ever bothered to count them all yet, and he was unsure how
willing each of them would be to give him a sample.  Surely at least a
few would be reluctant.  He had to strategize.

The first thing that Jon did was make a list of all the guys whose cum
he wanted.  Once he wrote all of their names down he counted them all
and determined that he had 43 guys.  He then asked his mom to buy 43
spice jars for a science experiment he was doing for his chemistry
class, and she did so, although when she asked him about the
experiment he had to make up a fantastically complicated story about
collecting minerals and elements he found in nature -- some story that
sounded oddly dubious and unconvincing, but which his mom could not
doubt for the simple reason that she could not imagine a sinister
ulterior motive.

Once Jon obtained the spice jars he wrote the initials of each guy
whose cum he wanted on a piece of masking tape that he then attached
to the side of the jar.   Now that he had the materials he needed to
collect the cum, he needed to think about how he would obtain the cum
from each guy.  He wrote in his journal in a coded language how he
would handle each guy and proceeded from there.

Jon started by approaching the guys he knew would be easiest.  These
were guys who were super horny, had jacked off with him before, and/or
had the hots for him.  "Kevin, like to come chill at my place?" he'd
ask, and soon they'd be popping their dicks out, stroking, sucking
each other, and as Kevin -- or some other guy -- came close to
ejaculating Jon would take out the jar and capture the cum spurting
out of his buddy's meatus.  He was able to collect many guys' cum this
way.

Some guys Jon had never fooled around with but felt like he could if
he created the right circumstances.  These were guys who were friendly
with him and who perhaps looked at him or casually touched him in ways
that suggested to him that they were harboring some homoerotic
feelings that they were perhaps somewhat reluctant or shy to express.
He'd try to find some pretext to invite them over, whether it involved
working on a homework assignment together, watching a show on
television, or a promise of some beer.  Once he had the guy over he'd
try to find some way to bring up sex as a topic of conversation, and
from there arouse the guy's dick to the point that jacking off would
come naturally.

This worked for a few guys, but there was one guy in particular who
surprised Jon with his response.  Travis, a beautiful, sweet-natured
guy with a shy but charismatic smile, was hanging out with Jon in his
bedroom, watching TV, and Jon asked him who he had the hots for, and
Travis confessed, "Well, honestly, since you asked, I've always had
the hots for you."  Jon took this as a perfect turn in conversation to
start jacking off, but Travis began to confess his crush on Jon, and
how he always wish they could date.  "May... may I kiss you?"

"All right," Jon said, "but lets take our clothes off."

Travis consented, so they hurriedly undressed and kissed, rolling
around the bed with their naked bodies pressed against each other.
Their dicks grew hard, and Jon reached for Travis' and began pumping
it.  Travis seemed more interested in tonguing Jon and stroking his
hair, but he didn't stop Jon from touching his genitalia.  As Jon
accelerated his strokes Travis' dick stiffened, its head swelling out,
until he moaned and spurted out prodigious globs of cum, which Jon
captured in his labeled spice jar.

In spite of Travis' suggestion that they date Jon held firm to his
goal of collecting the cum of all the guys he desired, and he still
had over a dozen to go.  Among these guys he knew they were too
homophobic, or at least put on personas too macho, to easily consent
to a jackoff session.  However, many either dated or slept with girls,
so Jon decided to frankly approach the girls and offer them some of
his allowance -- $5, $10, or even $20 -- to acquire some cum for him.
In most cases he asked girls who were already sleeping with the guys
in question, but in one case, for a guy who wasn't seeing anyone in
particular, he actually had to ask her to proposition the guy cold.
"Just offer to jerk him off somewhere.  He'll say yes," Jon said,
giving the girl $40.

"All right, fine," the girl said, taking the money and the spice jar.
A few hours later she returned the jar to Jon filled with cum.

Jon's plan was going extremely well, but it eventually came to the
point that there was one guy left whose cum Jon had so far failed to
collect.  It was Chad, a guy Jon always had an obsessive crush on in
their P.E. class.  Chad was a football player with a love for
muscle-building, and he had a beautifully sculpted torso, with heaving
pecs and large dollar coin nipples, and when they played a team game
of shirts versus skins Jon was transfixed by Chad's half-naked body as
it exerted itself.  But Chad wasn't seeing anyone lately, he didn't
let the girl Jon hired jack him off, and he when Jon desperately asked
him whether he'd like to hang out, Chad responded, "No...  I'm busy."

Perhaps Chad's reticence came in part because the students at Jon's
high school had all been gossiping about how Jon was collecting
everyone's cum.  Jon himself was not aware to the extent all the
students knew, but between the 42 guys he had collected from and the
girls he paid there were more than enough people with a story to tell.

Meanwhile, Travis had been trying to get Jon's attention, awkwardly
striking up conversation during lunch or between classes, but Jon
talked to him only enough to maintain some form of politeness, as his
mind was occupied with how he could obtain Chad's cum.  All the ideas
he brainstormed seemed preposterous.  He couldn't possibly ask Chad's
parents for help, or his brother.  He couldn't sneak into his bedroom
while he was asleep and jack him off.

Weeks passed.  Jon had collected no one else's cum.  All the cum jars
that he had sat in his mini-fridge, each with a sample except for the
one marked for Chad.  Jon was growing resigned to his failure, and so
one day when Travis approached again he finally gave a more receptive
ear.

"Could I come over?" Travis asked.

"Huh?  Why?" Jon asked.

"I have something I want to show you."

"Can't you show me here?"

"I'd like to go to your place.  Please?"

"All right."  He didn't have anything better to do, anyway.

When they reached Jon's bedroom, Travis took out a small jar of his
own filled with a white liquid.

"What's that?" Jon asked.

"It's Chad's cum," Travis said.

Jon perked up. "Wait, what?  I don't believe you."

"I promise, swear to God."

"How did you get it?"

"I sucked him off," Travis said.  "I knew you wanted his cum.  I had
been watching you and knew you were trying to get his like you got
mine and a bunch of other guys.  No offense, but Chad isn't into you,
but we've had a thing going for a while now.  I've blown him a few
times.  I wanted to help you out, but I didn't want him to know, so in
order to keep a secret I let him cum in my mouth.  I kept it in there,
but when I went to the bathroom to rinse I actually spat it into this
jar and saved it for you."

"Really?" Jon asked.

"Yeah, really.  I love you," Travis said, handing the jar of cum to Jon.

A tear rolled down Jon's eye.  "I love you, too."

They embraced and kissed, this time with an urgency that came with the
depth of their feelings for each other.  The room seemed to burn with
heat even as they undressed.  They broke into a sweat.  Jon took his
large jar of his own cum and lubricated their dicks with it, and with
their cum-covered dicks they lost their anal virginity to each other,
exploring the insides of their bodies with the most intense lovemaking
they had ever known.