Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2015 01:18:42 +0100 From: Steve Marsh Subject: Young Cocksucker Part 3 (This story is purely a work of fiction) YOUNG COCKSUCKER Part Three As the door to Mike's apartment shut behind me I felt it. A tingling sensation around my sphincter. Seconds before he had shoved some toothpaste up my ass. It was late and I really had to get going I reminded myself so I hurried down the two flights of stairs. As I hit the ground floor it became apparent that it wasn't just a tingling but an intense tingling the likes of which I had never experienced before. It was more intense than the 'acid bum' you get the next day after eating some very spicy exotic food. As I reached to open the door I stopped. Maybe I should go back up and ask to use his bathroom so I can wipe some of it out? No, I haven't got time for that I told myself. I'd just have to put up with it until I got home. I had to get back home because I was late which meant I was in trouble. So I opened the door to his building and hurried out. After walking a block the tingling sensation continued to increase in intensity. That little dollop was now working its way around my enema cleansed inner-bowel lining. My whole fucking ass seemed like it was on fire. Not only that but it was giving me another hard-on. Jeeeesus! That's the last thing you need when trying to walk through the streets of downtown Toronto. I put my hand in my pocket as a cover-up job like I tried earlier that evening but it just made things worse. The cold air combined with the warmth of my hand and the extra friction just made my boner more happy and harder. I got to the TTC bus station just in time to see my bus leaving. Great! Now I'm going to have to wait, and I'll be even more late. I waited. My bus arrived. I got on it and it set off after sitting there for an excruciating 10 minutes. By the time I got off the bus the raging wild-fire up my asshole had mostly subsided, thank fuck. After about a 15 minute walk I got to my street and there was my house. Yep, it's time to get chewed out. Usually a cloud of doom would gather over my head at this point, but this time it was more like a cloud of annoyance. All I wanted to do was get something to eat and go to bed. The front lights were on so I figured I'd go through the front door to get the all the drama out of the way as fast as I could. I put my key in the lock only to find the chain was on. I could hear the television so I knew they were sitting there just around the front hall. They must have heard me open the door. I thought about yelling "Hey! It's me." but then pulled the door closed again. Chaining the front door was obviously a message. One of my parent's retarded 'psychological' tactics which they always thought were so clever. I stomped around to the back of the house as a combative feeling rose within me. I trudged up the veranda stairs and approached the kitchen door. I put my key in and turned it. Thankfully it unlocked so in I went. There was a mirror in our kitchen and I went over to check my face and hair, just in case. Then my Dad appeared in the doorway to the kitchen with his arms crossed, wearing his 'stern' face. "What .. time .. do you .. call .. this?" Big gaps between the words for dramatic effect. I looked around a little, not sure what to say, then a flash of inspiration hit me. "How would I know? I don't have a watch do I?" I said pointing to my watch-less wrist. His mouth opened a little, like he was about to respond then he stopped as his eyes looked about the room, fishing around in his mind for a clever come back which didn't exist. HA! I thought. That stumped him. One point to me. Then Mom appeared, but slowly. She had obviously been standing just out of view, but within earshot. "What .. did .. you .. just .. say?" Oh yeah, the Cavalry had now arrived. She continued "Don't you remember before your last school trip I offered to buy you a watch but you said you needed those silly boots instead?" Shit! I forgot about that. The boots I HAD to have because every teenage boy my age who was trendy was wearing them. Yet I hardly ever wore them since getting them. One point to Mom. All I could think to say was "Well, I didn't realize how useful a watch was back then. But I do now." with a sarcastic smile. "Well Steve, here's an idea. If you need to know the time, why don't you just ask someone?" Mom said tilting her head slightly to one side and raising an eyebrow. "But you've always told me never to talk to strangers." Yes! Another point to me. Mom proceeded to pull one of her 'faces'. It starts with the curling in of the lips, followed by the flaring of the nostrils, and finally, the beady eyes. "Is there anything to eat for me?" I asked with a bit of a whimper. After a long pause she replied with a sigh and a shake of the head "It's in the oven." Both Mom and Dad then quietly retreated to the front room. Suddenly my little brother poked his head around the corner, wide eyed in anticipation of seeing his older brother crushed and humiliated. "Hiya kiddo." I said and tousled his hair as I passed by on my way to the bathroom. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled with an immediate burst of anger shoving my hand away. That's funny I thought. I've never called him 'kiddo' before. I had to admit I felt pretty good about the outcome. My new found sense of defiance seemed to have given me a small victory. I had my shower, ate my dried out dinner (meatloaf), and went to bed. As I lay there I reviewed all the things that had happened to me earlier that day. I had seen my first porno movie. I had sucked cock for the second time. I had swallowed Mike's cum and was now starting to get used to the taste. I had received two enemas and realized it was good to get cleaned out like that. I'd had his tongue up my bum and it felt amazing. Then there was the 'toothpaste surprise' which I wouldn't have seen coming in a million years. Where did Mike get that trick from? There must be some very experimental perverts out there, that's for sure. As I entered that relaxed, winding down zone that precedes sleep some resolutions were starting to form in my mind. First I had to learn the 'deep throat' technique. I had to find a way to overcome the gag reflex so I get Mike's cock all the way down. I wanted to bury my nose in his pubes, to please him. Secondly I knew that I now wanted to get fucked up the asshole, like the big-titted broad in the featurette. And with that, I drifted off to sleep. TO BE CONTINUED... (If you enjoyed or have any criticism of this story you can email me at: steve.marsh@gmx.co.uk)