Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2004 13:28:02 EDT
From: PeterCoxDickson@aol.com
Subject: Gay Male-Adult Friends--Cumaholics Anonymous, Chapter 3

Cumaholics Anonymous

By

Peter Cox Dickson


The following is a literary fantasy for people aged 18 or older.  While
some of the details involve real places, the characters are the creation of
imagination.  This is the author's first submission to the Nifty Archives.
Your feedback will be read carefully.  Thanks for taking the time to write
in.  All sex on the phone or in fiction is drug and disease free.  However,
don't forget to practice safe sex in your real life.

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Chapter 3, First Meeting--Toby's Dream

Turning to the man on my left who was starting to speak to the group of men
gathered for the Cumaholics Anonymous meeting, I had a clear line of sight
to his crotch and saw that like me he wore his cock on the right.

He seemed a bit nervous as he spoke.  "My name is Toby, and I'm a
cumaholic," he said slowly with deliberateness.

"Hello, Toby," we cheered.

"Thanks, Rick, for coming to tonight's meeting of CA.  We're glad you're
here and trust us enough to share your story.  CA is all about AC--absolute
confidentiality.  This little room is our sanctuary.  Here you can express
your ultimate desires and deepest secrets. This is my first time meeting
you, but hearing how your story connects with mine, in so many ways I feel
like I've met a long lost brother.  Welcum to Cumaholics Anonymous, Rick.

"Guys, I want to tell you about a dream I had last night.  You know I've
started psychoanalysis and go to therapy on the couch three days a week.
My shrink has been asking me to tell him my dreams and I haven't had any to
report.  But last night I think I finally had a breakthrough, thanks to the
support I've gotten from you, my CA comrades.

"First a little bit of background about the dream.  I had been reading
about the new Star Wars prequel that's going to be released soon and got so
excited about it I reached up to my DVD shelf for the first Star Wars flic.
Wow, what a rush of memories.  The youthful lust I felt for Luke Skywalker
made me shiver, he looked so much like my first suck buddy in seventh
grade.  Suddenly I was tuning in my new found older guy fascination with
Hans Solo.  I kept thinking, Hans, you spunky stud, you don't have to ride
solo ever again cause I'm here, buddy, to go by your side.  Woof!

"I kept watching those legions of good and evil battalions of soldiers in
their sexy cock-shaped helmets.  Each a veritable giant penis.  God, I kept
wanting to hug 'em all and run my hands up and down their bodies until each
spurted out a fountain of cum.

"It was hard to keep my hands out of my sweat pants, but thanks to relying
on my higher power, I stayed on track.

"It was after 2 a.m. when I found myself on the living room sofa.  I had
been dreaming.  I woke up remembering my dream as well as being aware that
I was dreaming.  I dreamt I was on a planet somewhere beyond our galaxy.
It was a planet of incredibly muscular, furry men.  Not a planet of the
apes, but rather a planet of virile and youthful abominable snowmen, white
fur over ripped chiseled bodies.  But also a queer planet of sorts where
the men wore kilts and the women tight pants that defined and outlined the
opening of their pussies. It was the custom on this planet to sexualize the
clothing of women.  And to add to the confusion, I dreamt I was straight
and hadn't been in a cunt in weeks. I had been arrested for fucking one of
the planetary females and was dragged to prison where I was kept naked and
unfed and chained to the stone walls of my cell by a tight cockring.

"The Planetary Explorers I was a part of could visit me in prison provided
they were naked and barefoot like me.  The difference was that they were
still living aboard the starship and eating hot meals while I was relegated
to starvation.  I was powerful hungry, never mind lonely.  That's when the
Commander came up with a plan for feeding me.

"The naked hunky Commander, who looked a lot like you, Tony, with a long
cut beer-can-thick cock not unlike yours, told my buddies to grab me and
hold me down and directed the Galactic Cadets to start jacking off.  He
ordered them to force-feed me their protein laden cum loads.

"Each of the guys in my dream resembled one of you.  Tom, you were the
first told to jack off and catch your load in your hand.  Jay and Joe were
instructed to hold me down while Jeff and Barry squeezed my balls and
tweaked my nose causing me to open my mouth to breathe, giving Tom the
opportunity to pour his spunk laden palm over my mouth making me swallow
his chunky warm cum load.  Pablo and William had also started to jack off
and were soon cupping palmfulls of slippery spooge which they also poured
into my mouth, the overflow running on my lips and into my moustache.  I
was forced to swallow the fucking manjuice if I didn't want to suffocate.
My nostrils were overpowered with the smell of fresh cum and my lips were
coated with it and guys were rubbing their hands on my face making me lick
them clean."

An electric energy ran through the Cumaholics Anonymous sharing circle.  A
few guys were opening and closing their legs in rhythm with their twitching
groins as their erections arose.  Jean-Pierre was slowly flexing his biceps
which would balloon and expand each time Toby said the word cum.  A few
guys had closed their eyes and were watching their own REM versions of
Toby's dream and licking their lips.

"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner dozens of Planetary Explorers were scheduled
to march naked into my cell to feed me.  Feeders and eater, that was the
drill. The next time they came back to feed me, the Sergeant suggested that
I resign myself to my fate and catch the protein straight from the source,
this way the feedings would go more efficiently and there would be no
spillage from their palms or the waste of what stuck to their hands and
fingers.  I remember the aversion I felt stationed on my knees with my
mouth open wide watching him jack his huge uncut cock in front of my face.
Back and forth, back and forth his hand moved, pulling and pushing the
sheer silken foreskin over his perfectly shaped cock helmet, open and
close, open and close.  Each time the skin was pulled back I saw it
glistening from the droplets of clear precum that he was working out of his
cock.  Then without a warning I felt a sharp splat splat splat as three
powerful volleys of cum shot into the back of my mouth and before I had a
chance to be surprised or revolted they had slid down my throat like warm
spoonfuls of tapioca pudding.  Yes, that's what the Sarge's cum load tasted
like, pudding.  Warm, sweet, soothing, comforting.  He took a step closer
to be sure that none of the ensuing cum shots would be wasted.  By then I
had my tongue out as far as I could with the tip curled up to catch each
creamy vanilla dollop of cum.  Sarge was breathing heavily from the
aftermath of his powerful orgasm.  His hand was still squeezing his penis,
one last big runny drop of sauce about to slip off into the straw onto the
dungeon floor.  In a quick reflex, I uncurled my tongue and licked the
pungent cock honey before it fell to the floor.  Sarge looked down at me,
eyes twinkling, lips curling up in a shy smile.  'Thanks, Toby,' he rasped,
'I needed to unload all of that.'

"The Navigator stepped forward taking Sarge's place.  I could tell he was
close and ready to shoot.  I was feeling my hunger but also tuning into the
virile men surrounding me providing the nourishment assuaging the hunger
pangs.  I was suddenly afraid Jim, the Navigator, would bust his nut before
I had a chance to swallow his spooge.  That's when I leaned forward and
wrapped my lips around the wide flange at the head of his long, perfectly
round cock, it looking like a tube from a roll of kitchen towels.  I barely
had time to secure my lips around that ridge and feel my tongue sliding in
place along the bottom of his cock when he grunted loudly and six, maybe
eight, jets of hot man oil poured into my mouth.  I was too surprised to
swallow and I felt my cheeks balloon and my mouth cavity filling to
overflowing with Jim's cum.  I held onto his cock with my lips so that he
wouldn't yank it out and cause me to spill his load.  Rather I carefully
backed off wiping down his cockshaft with my lips making sure I had every
drop of his sperm shots.  He sensed what I was doing and was patient,
cautious in his movements, letting me take several swallows before I licked
off the layer still clinging to his cockhead like so much meringue on a big
kitchen spoon.  I licked my lips and ran my tongue over my teeth and along
my gums and took one last swallow. I was feeling fed.  I was no longer
going to starve, not as long as my buddies where there.

"The rest of the dream was a variation of the same, Galactic Cadet after
Cadet, a dozen or more each breakfast, lunch, and dinner and some dropping
by to supply snacks in between.  The real studs hung around for seconds and
thirds each time they were assigned to Feeding Detail, as the duty came to
be called.  There was a lot of camaraderie each time a detail showed up.  I
went from being a hostile resister to an enthusiastic and confirmed
cocksucker.  The rest of the dream was pretty much more of the same. I
won't bore you with it."

"Who's bored," said several of the CA listeners in unexpected unison.
Others smiled and glanced down at the visible erections they were sporting.
Pablo's eyes were closed but he was licking his lips.

"Oh," said Toby, "what was really cool is how during the dream the rest of
the space crew started getting curious and experimenting, if you know what
I mean.  I'll tell it later."  His audience was clearly dismayed his
narrative had ended.

"I guess this is a good time for a break," said Tony softly, uncrossing his
muscular legs and standing, the outline of his jock strap encased erection
noticeably visible in profile.