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Skeeter's Continued Interest

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 04 Jan 2001 1 comments
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by Nero This is a continuation of my earlier story about how my cousin had introduced me to the world of dicks and cum when I was nine and he was 11. He was already shooting a wad of cum at that time and of course I was only doing dry shots. Just after I had turned 11, I shot my first load of white cream. Since Skeeter lived in Tulsa and I lived in a smaller town about 65 miles from there, we did not have a chance to play as much as we would have liked. However, we would usually get to visit each other at least a couple times a month. It was a little difficult to get away from our folks, but we soon got a routine down with our bikes. One time when I went to visit him, we rode to a service station on the pretense of needing to air up the tires. We got to the service station and quickly went to the restroom. I remember the yellow tile walls and the flickering florescent light that buzzed over head. We quickly dropped our pants to get busy. Up to this time, we had always just jacked each other off. But this time we moved on to new territory. "Hey, I just learned something new from my school buddies" he told me. "Come here and let me show you." I stepped closer to him and he kneeled down, taking my hard cock in his hand. Without any warning, he slipped his warm mouth down my cock. The feeling of his tongue and lips on my sensitive cock was almost unbearable. He pulled off briefly and looked up at me grinning. "Isn't that the greatest?" he asked. It was almost more than I could stand but I moaned and exhaled a slow "ohhh yeah!" With that he went back down on me and started sucking and bobbing up and down the slick shaft. Of course it was just a few strokes and I already began to get the gathering feeling that I was gong to cum. "If you don't stop that I'm going to cum" I told him. He did not pull off like I figured he would, rather, he started going a little faster. I was getting dizzy from the intensity of the feelings on my cock, and in no time I felt the first wave as cum surged through my shaft. Skeeter still did not stop, and I lunged my cock forward into his throat as the second and third shots were expelled. He swallowed and then began to swirl and suck as he milked the last of my cream from the base of my root. The extreme sensitivity of my cockhead was now setting in and he still nursed the swollen mushroom to the point of making me shriek "I can't stand any more!!" Mercifully he pulled off my cock and looked up at me with his gleeful grin and said "Well now, how was that for a way to get your rocks off?" I was still breathing hard and a little weak in the knees, but I was able to respond "Geez, I've never felt anything so good!" "Um, tell me, what does cum taste like?" "Oh hey man, it's kinda salty but sweet. It feels so hot when the cum shoots out into your mouth. Would you want to see what I taste like?" Now, understand that Skeeter was not quite two years older than I was, and even when he was 11, his cock development was prodigious. The eight inches of fleshy meat was coursed with bulging bluish veins that ended abruptly at his circumcision scar and it was not round, but flat and wide. It it did not taper as some do, rather, was as fat just behind the head as it was at the base. This boy was hung! Looking down at his throbbing hardon, I knew that there was no way I could get my lips as far down on him as he had me. Then there was the matter of the head on it. We were both equipped about the same in that respect, sporting a well flared purple helmet that was huge. I knelt down and faced this one-eyed monster and took a breath. "Well, I may not be able to do you as well as you did me, but I'll do my best. I really want to taste your juicy cum!" "Oh man, don't worry about it. Just play with as much as you can and use your hand on the rest of the shaft" he instructed. With that, I eagerly devoured the warm meaty cock into my mouth. He moaned softly as he sighed "thaaats right. Suck my cum shooter, make that baby cry big white tears!" I'll have to admit that any other time I would have probably gagged when the flesh hit the back of my throat, but I was so intensely interested in the feeling of his wonderful dick in my mouth. I got the shaft of it wet with my spit and using my hand as a mouth extension began the rhythmic stroking and sucking that would soon make him cum. n just a couple of minutes, something strange (at least to this first timer) began to happen. I could taste something sweet that was oozing out of his cock. I pulled off and asked him "is that it? Did you cum already?" He laughed and said "oh, that! No, I haven't cum yet." As he spoke, he milked his cock with his hand and I saw a few drops of clear liquid come the hole. It hung briefly on the end of his cock before it spun a fine thread as it dripped to the floor. "This stuff is what they call pre-cum. Your body makes this sort of like a lubricant. It doesn't shoot out like cum, but it just oozes out slowly. Some guys make a lot of it, some guys don't. But it is always a nice sweet appetizer that is served before the main course of cum." I licked the remaining pre-cum off the end of his dick and savored it briefly telling him "wow. That stuff is nice. I'm going to see how much more I can get out of you!" With that, I went back down on his warm cock. I had one more "first" yet to experience before the grand finale. As I sucked and nursed his knob it was already quite a mouthful. But then I could feel his shaft begin to tighten and get rock hard. The fat tube that was under neath began to bulge out even more, and I noticed that his ball sack began to get tight. But the biggest thing I noticed was that the flared sides of his cock head seemed to be swelling and getting bigger. It was all I could do to manage to keep the throbbing meat in my mouth. Then I felt him thrust deeper into my mouth. From my own experience I knew what this involuntary move was: he was fixing to shoot. I felt a first little spurt into my mouth and just as he had described, it was hot feeling, warmer than my mouth and his cock. I had not absorbed the taste yet when I was shocked by the forcefulness of the second, longer blast of cream. My cum shots were usually over in about three spurts, but I knew he always had been shooting more cum juice than I had. The third eruption was even larger than the second, and I knew that I was going to have to start swallowing quickly. Just as I began to gulp the cum that was already deposited, I felt the fourth and fifth wave of it hit me. I was unable to contain this all at once and it ran down my chin and onto my fist that held his cock. He finished up with a couple of smaller shots, and I was able to milk and strip the remaining few drops from his fat cum canal that ran the length of his rod. "Well, how do I taste?" he asked as his chest was heaving. "Man, cum is wonderful, but you sure do make a lot of it!" I answered. "Yeah, it's kinda messy sometimes, but I like it. You're just starting to develop, so you will see things continue to increase for the next few years. Your cock will grow more, you'll make more pre-cum, and you'll certainly begin shooting more cum over the next three or four years. Isn't being a guy just great?" And you know what? He was exactly right; his cock grew a little more, but mine was just beginning. In a few more years, I had virtually caught up with him in all respects. Cock heads were always about the same, but my shaft got longer and much thicker until we were both sporting eight inches of meat. His had a very pronounced curve to the left, but mine was ramrod straight. And I also saw the squirts of cum increase to a norm of four to six jets. It was only then that I fully appreciated his comment about messy: making that much cum while you were in bed was a problem to get rid of. The white sock that I had been using earlier was not quite enough. It would get soppy with cum when I went for a second or third round of jacking off. A few months later when we were back together at my house I mentioned it to him. "Man, all this cum I'm making now is beginning to be a pain to clean up. My cum sock is always soaked and I'm afraid mom will figure out what is going on when she does the laundry. Wet sticky socks will surely clue her in." "Silly boy, that's easy to fix! Let's go down to the barn and I'll show you a simple fix." We hurried off to the barn and stepped inside one of the grain storage rooms and closed the door. There were gunnysacks of feed stacked around that made a nice place to sit. Skeeter sat down and pulled out his already hard dick. He spit on the head of it as usual and began stroking. With a little more well placed spit, he had the rhythm and the accompanying slurpy noises in full harmony. Then he placed his other hand under his thigh. In an instant, he had bent over, pulling his leg upward, and I saw his lips slip over the head of his cock! He continued to pump his fist up and down the shaft while he nursed the bulging cock head. Pretty soon I saw the speed and intensity of his strokes increase. I watched as the cum canal began to bulge bigger and his balls began to pull up. Then he began to slow, then stop, as he nursed and sucked the head of his dick. He pulled off as he stripped the last of the cum out of his piss hole and it sat there, a white remnant of what he had just shot into his mouth. Not a drop was spilled. "So, do you think that would take care of the question of what to do with your cum?" he asked, smiling. "Yeah, that's easy for you to do, but I don't think I can bend over that far!" "Not a problem. Here, lay back and throw your legs over your head. You can squirt your cum right into your mouth and never have to worry about a gooey sock again." I did as he said and could see that my dick was positioned very squarely near my face. I decided to give it a try. In a few minutes I became painfully aware of the need to practice my aim: the first little squirt of cum hit me very close to my eye and it burned like hell! Another shot landed on my nose, but the rest I was able to get into the target. The feeling of my own hot cum landing in my mouth was a whole new experience. I loved Skeeter's cum, but my own was a little different and I felt kind of wierd. But I sure liked the easy clean up and not having to worry about getting found out by sticky socks under my bed!