Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2012 13:21:16 -0800
From: marianasdeep4@hushmail.com
Subject: I Got My First (Part II)

I Got My First

[from the end of Part I ...] "Have you ever sucked a cock?" he
asked. The question threw me. No longer were we talking about Tom's
accusation, the question was already generalized. And I had sucked the
cocklets of some of my friends at home. I was confused enough to be
silent.

"I thought so," he said not even giving me the chance to deny it.
"You need to be spanked for that too."
Part II. My first taste

My jaw dropped in disbelief, "now?" sounding in my head. "No,"
I protested, but even I wasn't sure if I was denying having sucked
cock or reacting to the possibility of getting spanked again. I
hadn't sucked cock at camp. He can't punish me for what I did at
home, that's in the past, that's off limits!

"Well, for this you have a choice. And from what I sense about you,
you might even like the second option. 10 more swats on each butt
cheek...or you can get some relief by giving ME some relief. All you
have to do is give ME some head right now."

>From my silence he deciphered that I didn't know what he meant,
"20 more swats on that little butt of yours, right now on top of the
redness already there...or you can give me a blowjob."

"A what?" I asked, the question landing on a term, not the terms.
To him, asking for clarification of a term meant I was already in
negotiation with the terms. Also that I was giving a confession to
having sucked cock, simply by no longer offering any more denial of
the charges against me.

"A blowjob," he stated again. He enjoyed the naiveté continuing
to emanate from my confused face, then clarified, "You suck MY cock
for having sucked Danny's."

"I didn't su ..." I started the denial again, but was
interrupted.

"Sounds like an easy way out," he continued interrupting me,
"You get more of what you want for having gotten what you wanted."
  With that, he unbuttoned his own shorts pulling them below his
boxers. He pulled his cock out of the boxer fly walking over to me
with the tennis shoe in his hand, "More of this on your little
butt?" showing me the shoe, "Or this in your little mouth?"
grabbing his cock and balls to shake its end in my face, the whole
shaft getting hard in response.

With his other hand, he had pushed down on my shoulder as he crowded
me backwards, tripping me into sitting on the bed. As my butt made
contact with the bed, I couldn't believe the stinging sensation from
my spanking. It felt as if I were getting spanked again. I winced in
agony, the first realization that I was going to have a hard time
sitting or lying down for a long while. He saw it, delighted in his
handiwork.

"Hurts doesn't it? Sure you want 10 more on each of those rosy
little butt cheeks? Your butt's already angry red...Come on you
little cocksucker, get to work."

The cocksucker insult rebuilt some defiance in me, at least in my
brain. With reasoning capable only from a child, I was NOT a
cocksucker. I had sucked cocklet. The cocklets of my friends. That's
different. It was only a curiosity thing. But hearing him calling me a
cocksucker was the first time I ever associated the common boyhood
insult with the common boyhood acts I had done. Was I a cocksucker? As
I fidgeted on the bed, I felt my seat. He was right, there was no way
I could take another 20 swats on my butt. My pride was already
destroyed. All right, fine, I am a cocksucker, anything to make this
pain go away, or at least not increase. I began to size up the other
option now being offered, pointing at my face. I didn't know why the
end of his cock was already gooey. Gross. A cock. A full-sized adult
cock. Do I really have to suck it? He delighted in my hesitation,
knowing before I did the choice was made. With an "alright" kinda
laugh, he pulled his boxer elastic over his cock and let the boxers
fall off to his ankles. He was not completely nude, still had his
t-shirt on, but now he was pantless.

"I KNEW you liked to suck cock. Open up those pussy lips."

He wiped his cock across my cheek onto my lips. It grossed me out and
I resisted opening my mouth. I turned my head away, but he grabbed my
head and turned it back to face my chore ahead. He wiped the goo
between my lips, and as I grimaced, I opened my lips to wipe them with
my hand. But my hand was grabbed and held back. It was clear there
wasn't going to be any resistance allowed from my hands. Instead the
cock was wiping my lips, it even touched my closed teeth.

"Open up, and watch those teeth. You cover them with your lips. You
got it?" he instructed.

With his other hand, he pinched my nose. I sucked air through my
teeth, but knew it wasn't going to be enough. I opened my mouth to
breathe, and he inserted his cock, goo and all. For the first time
ever, I had a cock in my mouth.

"Now suck on it."

For the first time ever, I was sucking cock, not cocklet, my first
cock. Having sucked cocklet before, I thought I knew what to expect,
but this was different.

"That's it you little cocksucker. Enjoy a real cock for a change.
Not those Tootsie Rolls on your friends in there."

Alright. I surrender. I AM a cocksucker. As I sucked, I was
discovering that cock, being bigger than cocklet, meant my entire
mouth was filled, with more outside to spare, as if it were waiting in
line to come in. The cock's girth made my jaw hurt. The gooeyness
didn't go away; in fact it increased, leaving stringers between my
lips and the end of his cock whenever I pulled off to breathe. As I
sucked, the end would swell, and the piss slit would open, producing
more goo. My friends' cocklets never did that. Onto his cock and off
again, I was leaving stringer trails on my lips and on his cockhead,
connected through the air whenever I pulled off.

"Lick it. You're gonna keep it clean."

I licked around his cockhead.

"Now stick out your tongue and lick the precum off the slit as you
put it in your mouth, then suck it down. Keep doing that."

That meant every time I went onto his cock, a glob of precum, as I now
knew it was called, would roll across my tongue and go down my throat.
Sucking made me swallow my saliva so I knew the precum was going down
with it. With precum crossing my tongue each time, this technique
definitely increased the taste of cock. Cock was pasty like cocklet,
but also had pungent tastes that matched the odor I was now smelling,
my nose near his pubic hair. Pubic hair. I'd seen it on adults from
a distance, and I knew mine was starting to grow, but I had never seen
a full bush up close.

All the sensations and associations were making me both a little sick
and aroused at the same time: the size of his cock, my mouth filled
with cock, the gooeyness, licking the cockhead, the cock re-entering
my mouth, the tastes crossing my tongue, pubic hair, cock, what it's
usually used for, the girth, my jaw hurting, I'm a cocksucker, the
pastiness, the smells, an adult, pubic hair, cock, its swelling end,
licking the opening slimy piss slit, the goo emanating from it, never
licked clean only increasing with each suck.

But the main difference was my submission to his dominance. This
wasn't two curious boys exploring. He had control and I had a role.
This wasn't two friends, peers. To my 11 year old boy, he was a man,
but even then, I knew he was a young man, just past boy himself. And
now he had a nude little boy on the end of his cock, a cock-stuffed
little mouth, sucking it, working it with tongue and lips as much as
he could manage. I certainly didn't know it then, but at 19, he was
most likely at his sexual peak of life, still thin from completing
puberty, every ounce of extra energy going into sperm production. I
didn't know about sperm yet. I didn't know it as I was sucking,
but the goo was going to change consistency and taste. And he was
going to deliver so much of it all at once, that I was going to be
swallowing a lot of it.

And there were insults to match my submission, insults to match my
diminished stature. He had called me a rich brat pussy because I cried
through my spanking. He called me a little cocksucker to put me in my
place, realize my purpose. Now I was a cocksucker with pussy lips,
supposedly enjoying a real cock, getting what I wanted, the desire for
it supposedly apparent long before we began.

He was getting frustrated with my inept sucking. He grabbed the back
of my head and stepped back, pulling my head along with him, me having
to follow on his cock, onto the floor, no longer sitting on the bed,
now kneeling on hands and knees. With that he grabbed my hair at the
forehead raising up my chin. My cockstuffed mouth was now aligned with
my throat, the passageway now opened, just the way he wanted it, deep
with resistance to his cock gone. With his arrangement complete, he
pushed the cock in deep causing me to gag. It was the first time I
realized that more of the cock than just the end I could manage was
going to go into my mouth, and a little force was going to be used to
get it there.

"When I push in, swallow. When I pull out, breathe through your
nose."

Again and again I gagged. He was getting frustrated. One last push and
his cock entered my throat. I was surprised, scared, but no longer
choking. The cock felt like swallowed food on its way to my stomach.
But I still needed air. When he pulled back, I gasped for breath
through my mouth.

"Breathe through your nose."

He started fucking my throat. I learned his breathing technique fast.
Had to. Having my throat fucked, I was now taken, I was now an
experienced cocksucker. He let me know it.

"Oh yeah, don't tell me you haven't done this already. You're
a great cocksucker."

Cocksucker was the worst insult you could get for someone my age,
especially from peers, though it seemed to me all my friends were
talking about it, and at least some doing it. But accused of being
experienced and great at it? I was subdued. He knew what the
implications were, what a cocksucker role meant for my stature in the
cabin, and he let me know what that stature was.

"So, have you sucked off all of the boys in the cabin yet, or just
most of them?"

It was enough for me to grunt a protest, the sound muffled by cock.

"You hum. I like that. That's why they call it a hummer," he
informed me. Then he let me know that not all boys were cocksuckers,
"Your cabin is going to be so glad to have you around. Everyone
wants their cocks sucked, but they can't find anyone willing to do
it for them, and they're certainly NOT going to suck cock in
exchange."

I was too focused on trying to swallow and breathe to continue any
protest. My head just had to accept whatever was inserted.

"So who do you suck at home to get this good at it? Your Dad? Nah,
he's too PC. Wouldn't fuck his boys. I bet it's your brother."

"Fuck? Is this what fucking is?" I asked myself.

But then strangely, he stopped fucking my throat. And the insults
stopped. It was as if they weren't necessary anymore, the conquest
was now complete. Fucking was replaced by caressing, and insults by
admiration. I still had work to do, I was still required to suck, but
it changed. He grabbed some lotion on his desk nearby, and reaching
over my head, applied it generously onto my butt, rubbing each cheek
with his palm, then running his fingers up and down my crack, from the
top, to my balls, and back. The lotion was relieving my butt's
stinging a little.

"Such a nice ass, kid. Your skin is so smooth."  The compliments
were matched with more caressing, rubbing, and patting. My cock
hardened. This was becoming mutual like with friends at home. He began
to rub other parts of my body, stroked my back, then around to the
other side and rubbed my chest and nipples, felt my butt again, then
reached still further between my legs, fondled my balls, ran his
finger up and down my crack again, back to the balls, then further
back, first noticing the hardness of my cocklet. At that point he took
the liberty to reach under my hips from the front, fully fondling my
cock and balls, stroking the shaft up and down.

"Yeah, let yourself go. You like this. We'll take care of that
next."

I felt myself getting excited. I sucked harder. I was getting more and
more goo in my mouth, leaving stringers between lips and cock, and I
was getting new tastes as well.

"That's it baby, go for it."

My arousal got deeper and deeper, just like at home with friends. His
cock started to swell more in my mouth. Just like at home sucking my
friend, my excitement was interrupted, but this time the interruption
was different. A surprised ending.

"Ready sweetie, here it comes."  I had no idea what he meant. He
obviously assumed I did. The first pulse surprised me, luckily small
enough that I didn't inhale it, could manage to cough it back. But
the second pulse was huge. I had to swallow all of it before I even
knew what "it" was. As I was gagging to breathe, he pulled his
cock out of my mouth, jacking it to spurt on my face, then wiping it
on my face to swab the cum into my mouth, only to have another spurt
cross my nose and eyes into my hair. Another spurt running down my
cheek, dripping from my chin. He reinserted his cock, held my head in
place as he pulsed another 1 or 2 times, filling my mouth with cum
where I got my first big taste. I didn't like it and sputtered. But
then the cock went into my throat and I could feel it swelling and
pulsing cum right into my stomach. When he pulled out, my mouth was
still full of cum.

"Look up. Show it to me. Open your mouth and show me my cum."

When I opened my mouth, cum dribbled out of my mouth onto my lips.

"Good. You swallowed most of it. Swallow the rest of it down."

I swallowed with obvious grimacing. I didn't like it, and didn't
know what it was. I knew it wasn't pee, it was too thick. The throat
fucking had forced a lot of air into my stomach. The cum went down and
mixed with the sperm already in my upset stomach, but it was heaving
and burping little spurts of cum back into my mouth that had to be
re-swallowed.

"Ah a swallower. Your cabin is going to love you!"

"What is that stuff?" I said with a "yuck" in my tone,
smacking my lips and wiping them with my forearm. My face was a sticky
mess.

"It's cum. It's full of sperm to make babies if you can get it
up a girl's cunt. If not, you settle for a cocksucker's mouth. Or
up his ass."

The look of confusion on my face was obvious. The "up his ass"
comment didn't register, I had no clue. But I now had a clue about
sucking and swallowing cum. That was my curiosity. Why would someone
want another to suck and swallow his cum then? He lifted me off the
floor and sat me on the bed.

"Haven't you had your first cum? Don't you beat off? You've
got your hair starting, so I know you can make it."

When he saw that I didn't know what he was talking about, he grabbed
my cocklet, "I'm going to relieve you of it. You'll be a new
man."
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