Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2007 07:56:24 +0100
From: shawn deboylover <boy_shonen_ai@hotmail.com>
Subject: How I became a Cum Slut -03

DISCLAIMER: This is a story about intergenerational gay sex.  In other
words, a boy and an older man.  If you're not interested in this kind of
thing then DON'T READ it.  If it's illegal where you live then you probably
should not read it, and if you do, don't cry to me if you get in trouble.
You've been warned.


HOW I BECAME A CUM SLUT -03
Mbb, anal, oral


We were pretty exhausted after a pretty full day of sex. Tyler and I settle
in, in front of Ed's TV to watch it for a little bit. Ed got us some drinks
and proceeded to fall asleep on us. Tyler and I watched TV for close to an
hour before getting dressed and telling Ed that we had to leave. Ed asked
me if I would come back by to play with him and Tyler. I was excited at the
idea. I had so much fun that day, but Ed and Tyler lived too far away for
me to come by regularly. The next weekend would be the last weekend before
my parents came back so I might be able to talk my sister into bringing me
by to see Tyler, but I doubted my parents would be bringing me by very
often. They were too busy with work.

Ed offered to pick me up at my school. He typically had the weekends free
and on Wednesdays he could sometimes get away from work early. So when
school started, it would be possible for him to pick me up after school on
occasion.

I was not too sure if the plan would really work, but I went ahead and
agreed to wait at my school for him next Saturday morning. But as a backup
plan, I'd try to arrange with my sister to bring me by Tyler's house on
Sunday, after church got out. It was still a bit of a drive from church and
in the wrong direction at that, but church was at least half way there.

Tyler and I left to go out and play; watching TV had become too boring for
us. We were far too tired to play anymore sex games; my jaw ached and Tyler
said his butt was nicely sore. I was not sure what he meant by that. Sore
never seemed nice.

We headed out Ed's back door, checking the time to see how long till we had
to be back at Tyler's house for my ride home. We had about an hour and a
half to find something to keep us entertained.

We goofed off in the woods for the remaining time. Tyler showed me a fort
some of the kids had been making in the woods, behind the houses. It was a
big mess with broken toys, candy wrappers and some things to help expand
the fort. There were a few items to play with and lots for me to look
around at.

Eventually we headed home. Tyler seemed glad to leave the fort. I think he
was nervous about running into some of the other boys. We did see them out
playing in the street. One of the older boys yelled to us, "Hey little
faggots, I got some candy for you!" and the whole group broke out laughing.

Tyler ran through some yards to find another way home. I, of course,
followed him. I felt sorry that he had to live in a neighborhood with so
many kids treating him like dirt.

When we got to Tyler's house we played in his back yard for a
while. Tyler's mom came out to check on us and see how we were doing. She
brought us a few snacks and some drinks, so we gathered around the picnic
table in Tyler's back yard, eating and drinking till Tyler's dad came out
to take me home.

I said goodbye to Tyler and told him I hoped to see him again soon and that
I had fun.

When we left Tyler's house his dad asked if it would be okay to take a
scenic route through the hills around town. I really didn't care, so I
said, "Sure."

Tyler's dad introduced himself to me. His name was Tim. He was big guy,
older then Ed, and fatter as well. He looked like he probably had a lot of
muscle but it was hidden under a thick layer of fat on him. He had light
brown hair; lighter then Tyler's brown hair, but it was obvious that
Tyler's hair color came more from his dad then from his mom, who had almost
black hair.

Tim asked if Tyler and I had a good weekend and what we did. I told him
about going to the movie and exploring the woods, but thought it best to
leave out the bit about visiting Ed's house.

However, Tim seemed to be a step ahead of me. He asked me if Tyler had
introduced me to his friend, Ed. I was sweating now as I wondered how much
Tim knew. Hesitantly, I decided the limited truth was best. I said,
speaking slowly, "Yes, I met Ed."

Tim smiled at me, "Did you play some nice games with him?"

Now I was really panicked. I wished Tyler had come along. I had sworn not
to tell, but Tim seemed to know. "You know about the games?" I quietly
asked.

"Unfortunately, I fear too many people in the neighborhood know about Ed's
games, and Tyler has a hard time making friends because of it. I'm glad you
two had fun and I hope that you continue to be friends with Tyler. He's
been hurt by too many kids in the neighborhood."

"Don't worry," I answered. After a long pause I said, "Does Tyler know you
know?"

"No, I think he'd be too embarrassed for me to talk to him about that, but
I've talked to Ed, on many occasions. He's probably a bad friend for Tyler
to have, but oddly enough, he's the only one that has always been there to
help Tyler. I can't take that away from my son."

I could not believe what Tim was saying. I was really confused, but what he
said made sense; it just seemed odd. I sat silently wondering about why Tim
was not mad about what Tyler was doing.

Then he answered my question for me. He reached over and put his hand on my
leg and began rubbing as he explained, "Truthfully, I guess I also don't
mind cause I wish I was as lucky as Ed. I could never touch Tyler that way;
he's my son. I just could not do it with him. I've tried a few times while
he's asleep, but it's just a line I can't cross."

Tim slowed the car and looked over at me as he rubbed his hand up my
leg. His finger danced under the bottom of my shorts. I looked over at him,
nervous, yet excited.  I knew what he wanted me to say, but the words came
slow. "I'm not your son," I squeaked out.

Tim smiled. "I was hoping you'd see it that way."

He pulled the car off the mountain road onto a closed logging road. Tim
took a quick look around, then said, "Let's get into the back seat."

I hopped over the seat into the back as Tim got out and moved around to the
back. As he climbed in, he pulled my shorts off, taking a few moments to
rub my penis through my under shorts before he closed the back door. He
leaned up against the door. I crawled between his legs and began opening
his pants.

I was shaking with excitement, but Tim seemed even more excited then I
was. He was shaking so hard I could hardly get my mouth around his
penis. Tim had a large patch of hair above his penis. I did not have to go
down on him very far to have my nose tickled by his pubic hairs. Ed's
hairs, by comparison, were very short; I guess he must have cut them. I
giggled a little, imagining him going to the barber to get his hairs
cut. Tim's penis was shorter then Ed's just a bit. He had about a 6 inch
penis compared to Ed's 7 inches. It also seemed like Ed's penis was a
little bit wider around, but they were very close and, at any rate, a
stretch for my little mouth.

Tim reached down and tried to slide my undies off, but due to our position
they slid off my butt and then got stuck. I reached under myself and, with
a bit of awkward shifting, I helped Tim slide my undies down my legs.

Tim picked me up, and rotated me around 180 degrees so my crotch was near
his mouth. In the process, Tim's penis was pulled from my mouth, but I was
soon able to wrap my lips around his penis again.

Tim laughed, "Ahh, I see Ed has supplied you with some needed toys."

I was momentarily confused until I felt the plug Ed had put in my butt
being moved about. It felt good at first, as Tim wiggled it about in my
butt, but then suddenly, he yanked it out quickly. I could feel the plug
being yanked out, all the way up into my stomach. It felt like my stomach
had attached itself to the plug, and was pulled down into my belly at the
same time. At the same time, my hole stung as it was quickly stretched over
the plug. I moaned in pain, and had to stop sucking on Tim's penis.

"Ohhh. Sorry. Are you okay?" Tim asked.

After a few seconds the pain subsided. "Yeah, I think so."

"Well then, get back to sucking, you little slut. We don't have a lot of
time."

Slowly, after a few deep breaths, I put my mouth back over Tim's penis. I
was not to sure I liked playing with Tim.

I could feel Tim playing around at my butt. Every now and then I winced in
pain as he stuck his fingers inside my butt and probed around. At times, I
understood why Tyler liked Ed in his butt. Tim would massage my butt and it
felt incredible, but then I'd get poked or stretched and a shot of pain
would shoot up from my butt.

Tim's shaking had settle down so I was better able to suck on his penis,
like Ed had shown me. But his probing hands, and the awkwardness of the
back seat, made it difficult to enjoy the taste of Tim's penis. Also, Tim's
penis was much more bitter tasting the Ed's. It made me wonder what
different penis's tasted like; if they were similar or not.

Tim, took his fingers out of my butt. I missed not having anything up there
but I was glad his finger was not poking me anymore. Then he pulled my butt
down and I felt something incredible. Whatever was at my butt was not
poking me like Tim's finger; it was warm and wet. I stopped sucking on
Tim's penis and looked back at Tim. He had his face right between my
legs. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could guess he had his tongue
in my butt; like Ed had me do to Tyler.

As I watched Tim, he reached up and pushed my head down. "Get back to
work. We're not done yet."

I put my lips over Tim's penis again and began sucking. Tim reached down
and held the back of my head. Then his penis began rising up into my
mouth. I gagged several times, tried to push back away, but Tim pressed my
head down harder. I could barely understand him as he licked my butt and
moaned out, "Ahhhh, no, ohhhhhh, you keep that... ohhhhh yeah, keep that
slutty mouth over my.... ohhhhh god, your good."

I tried to reposition myself like I had done at Ed's, to make it easier,
but in the car, I could not find a good position.

Tim just kept holding the back of my head. As I gagged several times over,
I was sure I was going to throw up on Tim's penis, and then I knew I'd be
in trouble. I fought to find some position. I managed to arc my back up
and, while uncomfortable, I seemed to not gag as frequently, but it only
helped some.

I was hoping that Tim would release my head soon. I was really starting to
not like playing with him. He continued to moan, "Ohhhh, you got a sweet,
ohhhh yeah, work that tongue of yours, you little slut. Ahhhh yeah,
yessss. Ohhhhh god."

I tried to get my tongue around the head of his penis, working it like Tim
suggested but, with his hand on my head, all I could manage to do was rub
my tongue around his shaft. Occasionally he'd pull out far enough, but he
fucked my mouth so fast I could not block his penis with my tongue; it was
no use. Also, when my tongue got in the way, it made the gagging even
worse, so I decided to just keep my mouth as open as I could.

Finally he pulled my mouth away from his penis. I finally was able to relax
my mouth. My jaw felt like I had been hit in a fight. I opened my mouth,
waiting to taste Tim's cum, but he had other ideas.

"Rub my dick for me boy."

I shifted my body around to get a hand up to his penis and rubbed the palm
of my hand over the top of his penis.

"No, no. Are you an idiot? Wrap your hand around it and stroke it up and
down."

I slowly did as he said, and it suddenly seemed clear. He was using my hand
like my mouth, but I wondered why he preferred that; it was boring for
me. I couldn't taste his cum or his penis.

Tim stopped licking my butt. He let go of me and began bucking up and down
under me. "Ohhh yeah, yeah. What a hot little slut."

Suddenly he reached around me and put the plug from my butt over his penis,
as he tensed up. He came all over the plug, first a couple long ropes of
cum, then it slowed.

A few drops missed hitting my waiting face, or on my neck, but most of it
stuck to the plug. I watched as rope after rope of warm, juicy cum shot out
of his penis, and held my tongue out waiting to taste a sample. Tim groaned
like he was in pain, and struggled to keep the plug over his penis.

Then he collapsed under me, his body going limp as the last of his cum
trickled out. I licked his penis, cleaning up the last few drops of cum,
then looked to the plug and started to lick the big globs hanging from it.

Tim smacked me on the back of my head. "No you don't. You may be too tight
to fuck, but my seed is going in your butt today."

Tim pulled the plug away from my face and again, played at my butt. I felt
the pressure of the cold plug against my butt as he pushed it in. It still
felt like he was going to rip me open with it, when suddenly I could feel
it slide in the last little bit. It was not as bad as when Ed had put it in
me earlier, but it still hurt.

Tim sat me up, looked me over and wiped some cum off my face. "Well, we
better get you cleaned up before we take you to your house. Tim stuck the
cum on his finger, into my mouth and I sucked it away. It was the biggest
glob of cum I managed to get. I could barely taste it, but it seemed a lot
more bitter then Ed's. After wiping a few small traces off with his finger
again, and feeding me what he managed to wipe off, he pulled my undies off
from around my shoes and wiped my face down with them. He gave me a quick
look over as he closed up his pants, then told me, "Get your clothes
on. We've got to get going."

Tim moved back up to the front seat, checked himself in the mirror and
brushed his hair with his fingers. He backed the car onto the road and
continued down the road as it twisted through the mountain, towards the
other end of town. I straightened out my undies, searched around for my
shorts and then started to get dressed.

As Tim drove he told me he was so glad that I let him play with me, but to
be sure and keep it a secret. I wondered how big of a secret it was since
Ed told me the same thing and it turned out that Tim knew about what was
going on. Still, I just knew my dad would not like me playing these
games. I didn't really know why it was fun, but I was pretty sure he would
have been upset with me.

Before we got to my house I had gotten my clothes on and Tim made sure
everything looked right. He also made sure that my penis was not alone in
my undies as he reached up through my leg and played with me as he drove.

I told Tim the plan for Ed to pick me up at my school on Saturday. Tim said
that if Ed could not, he would make certain I got over to play with
Tyler. Tim suggested that I need not wear any underwear though, as it would
be removed pretty quickly, once I was picked up at the school. I kind of
wondered why I needed to be at the school if Tim ended up picking me up. It
seemed perfect that he would pick me up to play with Tyler, but I decided
not to question the plans of the grownups. Besides, maybe they would want
to test a way to pick me up from my neighborhood.

That night, as I got ready for bed, I had a moment of panic. I had to take
a poop, but Tim had put the plug in me. I wondered if I would be able to
get it out of me again. I could not ask my grandmother for help. How would
I ever explain that to her? It took me a while working, but finally I just
grunted and pulled it out. To my surprise, it came out easier then I really
expected. I was fascinated to study the plug with Tim's cum still covering
it and brown juices from my butt. It looked like some weird modern art.

It did take a bit of work to put it in before bed, but I did manage to get
it in me again. I sort like it in there. I missed it when it was gone and
loved the feeling it gave me as I walked around or sat on a hard chair. It
reminded me of playing with Ed.

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Hope you enjoyed the story.  I hope to follow up on it in the future.  If
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