Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 18:56:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Vega Abscura <vegabscura@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tales of a Tweenage Cum Addict part 1

Tales of a Tweenage Cum Addict

The true accounts of a tweenage ( 11 - 14 yrs. old ) cum freak.

This is in no way an endorsment if unsafe activities. Just because I was
young and naive about the need for safe sex doesn't mean you should be!


Part 1


" Matty get the fuck outta my closet!!!!" Tommy yelled at me.

	I'd been watching him for about 6 months now. He always jacked it
after he got home from school at 3:30p.m...You could have set your clock by
it. I had wondered what he was doing so one day last year I went in to his
room at 3:15p.m. and hid in his messy, musty jockstrap scent filled closet
and waited for him to get home. As sure as shit right on time he stormed
into his messy and dank sixteen year olds' room. Tossing his stuff on the
floor and stripping off his ripped and faded jeans, seemingly in one
move. He then flopped his muscular, jock strapped ass down on his beanbag
chair and started to massage the already bulging pouch. With his free hand
he maneuvered his laptop and brought up some type of file. The sound of a
girl moaning overtook the room, but my attention was focused on Tommy's
muscular teen body. He was the star pitcher at his school after all...his
body was toned and muscled like a young Greek god.

Dusty blondish-brown hair was spattered about him like a trail leading to
all the right spots. I paid close attention to the one that lead from his
belly button to the top of his white jockstrap. I ran my hand down my 11
year old hairless tummy and wondered if someday mine would be like my big
bros'..? As my young mind pondered the possibilities, I had failed to
notice that Tommy had released the bulging monster from its woven cage. I
gasped at its size and shape. I knew at that moment that I wanted to suck
it like a lollipop. I was a kid in a candy store as Tommy started to play
with it. I saw the cherry red hued head begin to peak out of the sheath
that covered it. At least in that way we were alike.

I remembered the talk I had with Dad, when I asked him why my peepee was
different than the other boys in gym class. "First off its called a penis!
Matty, don't call it your peepee anymore!" He exclaimed...going on to
explain that boys born in Europe seldom are circumcised or cut and since
both Tommy and I were born in London neither of us were cut. A sudden groan
jarred my focus back to the present. I gazed through the slates of the
closet door and saw Tommy's penis pointing straight up toward his belly. He
was gripping it with one hand while the other was on his laptops'
keyboard. Another gruff groan came out of his mouth. "Oh Shit that's it,
that's it! Here it Cums" he muttered breathlessly... "OHHHH FUCK BITCH TAKE
IT!". His tone was more forceful and strained. "HERE IT IS, CUNT! TAKE MY
FAT DICK!" He almost yelled. With that he started to moan and groan almost
like the girl in the movie file. I was enraptured by his words and sounds,
but mainly by what he called his "fat dick!". I had never seen anything
like this before. Tommy's hand flew wildly as he jacked his dick faster and
faster. My naïve eyes could not look away. I was shocked to see a gob of
thick, white stuff fly out the inflamed head. Gob after gob flew out and
landing all over him and the beanbag chair. "Shit that was Great!" he
exhaustedly said to himself, as got up and bolted into the bathroom. I
waited till he comeback. He looked like it was his birthday and he got
everything he asked for. Quickly he slipped on his jogging shorts and
bolted from the room again. I stayed still and waited till I heard him run
down the stairs. Cautiously I emerged from the dark closet. I had to see
some of that white stuff he'd left on the beanbag. There was a copious
amount on either side, almost making an outline of his masculine torso. I
notice an unusual smell as I drew closer. My curiosity was peaked and I
reached down and nimbly touching one of the thick white gobs. It felt like
wet velvet. I scooped up the whole gob and brought it closer to my impish
face. The smell was strong and ripe. Without a second thought I licked the
tip of my finger. The taste was wonderful and exciting! I began to lick it
all off my hand. I had to have more of Tommy's teen nectar. Lucky for me
there was a goldmine of this stuff on the beanbag chair. Like a dog on a
hot day, I lapped at the remaining reserves. I knew at that moment that I
had to have more! So like the addict I was I hid in Tommy's closet most
everyday and waited for him to finish his wonderfully predictable show. And
as soon as he'd leave for his afternoon run, I would emerge and devour this
wonderful nectar I now know to be cum! How I got away with it for 6 months,
I'll never know, but today my luck was up?!?!?!?

Want more let me know vegabscura@yahoo.com