Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 13:53:36 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Addicted to Cum

This is a story about a young boy who starts having sex with older boys and
develops a taste for cum which becomes an addiction. The story is
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**069 - Addicted to Cum

			      Addicted to Cum

It started at a young age. I was in sixth grade so must've been around
twelve years old.  The other boy was in eighth grade, a very mature
fourteen. His voice had changed; he had a big cock and a nice bush around
it. All the other boys were jealous; he knew it and he flaunted it. We
called him Big Joe. One day I was beside him at the urinal and discreet as
I tried to be, he caught me looking. I knew he'd seen me because he didn't
put his cock away when he was done pissing. We were the only two left in
the restroom and he started pulling on it, making it grow. Mine started
growing too and I panicked.  I couldn't let him see me getting hard from
watching him and I quickly stuffed everything back in my pants and stepped
back from the urinal as I was zipping up. As I was leaving I heard him
chuckle.

"Hey, if you want some of this, meet me after school back at the big
boulder."

I was found out!  I started breaking out in a sweat as I rushed to my
classroom. The teacher asked me if I was okay.  I told her yes and hurried
to my seat. I couldn't tell you a thing that went on in that class. My head
was spinning with Big Joe's words still reverberating in my head. I was
afraid to take him up on his offer but by the time that last class had
ended I was so drawn to it that I couldn't help myself. I couldn't head
right to the woods and the big boulder so I walked with the kid I always
walked home with till I figured the school had cleared out then I made an
excuse that I'd left a book and I had to go back and get it.  I told him to
go on without me.

I detoured around the school and headed to the woods. The big boulder was
sort of a landmark.  It was a monstrous rock that nobody knew how it got
there in the middle of the woods but it was a favorite place for the boys
to climb and demonstrate their manhood.

Big Joe was waiting when I got there.  I was horrified to see him standing
there with his pants and shorts down to his knees, stroking his big cock.
I looked around to see if anyone had followed me, or if we could be seen,
wondering why he didn't go around to the other side of the rock.  He smiled
at me.

"I didn't know if you'd come," he said.

"I wasn't going to."

"But this changed your mind," he said, waving his hard cock at me.

"Shouldn't we go around on the other side of the rock?"

"No, we can see someone coming from here," he said.

I stepped closer to him, just out of arm's reach.

"You're not afraid are you? It's just a cock," he said.

"No."

"Well come on then."

Suddenly I wasn't totally certain what I was doing there, unsure what he
meant by come on then.  I hadn't thought it through; I only knew I was
attracted to the boy.  I stepped closer, squarely in front of him, and he
took my hand and placed it on his cock.  It was hot, and so big, as I found
when I wrapped my fingers around it.  They wouldn't reach all the way.  He
took hold of my wrist and guided me to stroke him.

"You never done this before, have you?"

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"You'll like it once you try it.  The girls do," he said.

Like what, I wondered.  What girls?  And what were the girls doing for Big
Joe?  I stroked his cock and watched the clear stuff ooze out of the wide
piss slit. Some dripped to the ground.

"Come on, you're wasting it," he said.

Come on and what?  What'd he want me to do?  I think I knew but I was
scared to face it.

"You're gonna suck it, aren't you?" he said.  "That's what you came back
here for."

I wasn't sure what had compelled me to come back to the big boulder but it
was now abundantly clear what he expected.  I had to do it.  If I didn't,
even if I hesitated, I was afraid he would leave.

"Well, are you gonna suck me or not?" he asked.  "You're letting my precum
drip on the ground."

"Yeah," I replied in a bare whisper.

He but his hands on my shoulders.  He didn't push me down but he put
pressure on.  I buckled under the pressure and went to my knees in the
grass and I was face to face with my first cock. There have been countless
cocks since then but I have never forgotten that moment.  Big Joe put his
hand on the top of my head and urged me forward.  When I resisted a little
he pulled my face closer and brushed the head of his cock across my
lips. At the touch, I instinctively flicked out my tongue and got my first
taste of precum.  I liked it and just as instinctively began licking it
off.

"Yeah, I told you you'd like it," he said.

Joe took advantage of my lips being parted to lick his cock head and he
shoved it in my mouth.  I tried to rear back but had a tight grip on my
head and he shoved his cock in till the head pushed against my throat. I
was afraid he would try to shove it all the way in my throat but he didn't.
I would accomplish that on my own a short time later.  As he began fucking
my mouth he clasped my head in both hands and moved it back and forth to
meet his thrust.

"There, you've got the rhythm," he said, letting go of my head.

And he was right.  I kept on moving my mouth back and forth on his cock.  I
was sucking cock!!  I understood quickly that Big Joe was back there to get
his cock sucked and get his rocks off. When I slacked off he grabbed hold
of my head and got me going again.

"You're gonna take my load, you know."

I hadn't thought that through either and I felt panic at the thought of
having him shoot his load in my mouth.  Would he expect me to swallow it?
Godd, if I get sick......!  If I puked he would be really mad.

I didn't argue with him, or resist.  It would've been useless.  He had
given the order, I would obey....I would take his load in my mouth.  The
order turned out to be a heads-up. It was barely a couple of minutes later
that he was spurting cum in my mouth!  He didn't warn me or anything, he
just started cumming. I was startled but he prevented me from rearing back.
He held my head and gushed the stuff in my mouth like I never imagined.  My
panic subsided when the stuff covered my tongue and I realized it wasn't so
bad.  I even started slithering my tongue all around the head of his cock
to accept the gushes. He shot a lot.  I wondered where it was all coming
from, and if I would be able to shoot loads like that in a couple of years
when I was his age.

He laughed when the stuff started running out the corners of my mouth.  He
held my head till his legs started shaking then he pulled out and leaned
back against the boulder, leaving me there on my knees with a mouthful of
cum that I didn't know what to do with.

"I know there's a lot; you don't have to swallow it if you don't want to,"
he told me. "Some of the girls do but they're used to it."

I pictured myself spitting the stuff out and couldn't bring myself to do
it.  I thought it would be an insult to Big Joe to spit out his precious
cargo and I was afraid I might get sick doing it. I thought it would be
easier and more respectful to swallow it.  So I did. I was amazed how
easily it went down.

"Fuck, you're a brave little shit," he said, laughing as he was doing up
his pants.

I swallowed and gulped till I was able to speak.  "I wanted to do it
right," I said.

"You fuckin' well did," he said.  "More right than all the girls put
together.  Hey, you wanta give it a few more licks, clean the cum off?  I
don't want it to soak through my pants and leave spots."

I happily obliged. I was still washing my mouth with spit and swallowing,
and wondering who all the girls were he was talking about, when he patted
me on the shoulder and walked off.

I did Big Joe on a regular basis after that.  He said he liked me sucking
his cock way better than the girls and I was only too happy to oblige.  I
spent almost all of my time around Big Joe on my knees.  We started going
to his house after school instead of the big boulder, where we could be
more comfortable on his bed; meaning naked.  He was really built and it was
a thrill to crawl in the bed beside his beautiful body.

I got pretty good at edging him and he loved that.  I took us to the point
where I could suck him for an hour or more before he shot his load. It was
never anything more than blowjobs, though.  We never hung out together.  It
was like he was using me but I didn't mind. I couldn't wait for the next
time.  I was becoming addicted to his cum.

Then towards the end of the school my dad took a different job and we
moved.  It was traumatic for me.  My parents tried to console me, said I
would adapt and make new friends.  Little did they know that I wasn't at
all concerned about new friends; I was being ripped away from my favorite
pastime....sucking Big Joe's cock. It was probably a form of withdrawals,
being denied his copious loads of cum.

My new school was okay but I was in funk for the short time remaining in
that school year.  And for the next year, my seventh grade.  And for the
next.  I couldn't shake Big Joe.  Finally I started high school and things
began to look up, quite by accident. As a freshman I was treated like an
outcast like all the other freshmen, except for a handful of the girls who
the seniors took a liking to.  It pissed me off the way the big stud jocks
went after the girls when I could be giving them far more and better sex.
But things began to change early on in my first year.

I was standing at the urinals between two senior jocks, feeling very small
and intimidated.  The one on my right shook his cock and zipped up and
left.  The one on my left seemed to be lingering; reminiscent of how I
hooked up with Big Joe. Only this time I took the initiative. I was
starving for cock and hungry for cum; it'd been so long.  I stepped away
from the urinal first but instead of leaving I went into the nearest
stall. I was obvious about it. I closed the door but not all the way. I
didn't want to be too bold but I wanted to offer a hint to the jock. I
undid my pants and sat down on the stool to wait, dreading to hear the
sound of the restroom door opening and closing.  Please, please, don't let
him leave, I prayed.

A moment later the stall door opened very slowly. It opened inward and I
reared back as the jock slipped into the booth with me. He latched the door
and stood there, not saying a word. I didn't hesitate; I don't want to take
a chance on him leaving. I boldly reached out and squeezed the front of his
jeans.  I had not dared a glance at him at the urinals but he filled out
his jeans quite well. He started unbuttoning his jeans but when I undid his
belt he moved his hands and let me take over.  I opened his fly and tugged
his jeans down off his lean hips.  His shorts stayed put. I pulled them
down too.  His cock swung out in a wide arch, thick and meaty and so
inviting. I swallowed hard as I hefted it in one hand and his balls in the
other. I was nearly swooning with desire and excitement. It'd been so long!
He clenched his butt and his cock came closer.  I leaned in and took it in
my mouth. I was so starved for cock meat, and eager, that I swallowed him
down to his balls.  I heard him gush out a gasp of surprise.

I kept swallowing his cock till it grew so big and hard I had to ease back
from it.  It'd been a while since I'd done this and I'd never really
mastered the art of deep throat. So I sucked him and he seemed to be quite
satisfied with that.  But it was between classes so we didn't have much
time. He stood with his feet planted apart, hands on his hips while I
worked as hard as I could to get him off so he wouldn't have to go to his
next class with a hardon bulging in his jeans. Suddenly he clasped his
hands around my head and began fucking my throat. He was rough but I took
it; welcomed it. My throat would probably be sore from the beating it was
taking but the only important thing was that this hot jock got his rocks
off.

His cock exploded first in my mouth then deep in my throat, then more in my
mouth and then in my throat again. I choked and gagged but he didn't let up
and I didn't try to stop him. He was really emptying the tanks.  The stuff
was warm and thick and the taste was like an aphrodisiac. As he slowed his
thrusts and his legs began to shake he let go of my head and reached up to
grab onto the top of the partitions on each side of us. As he slowly
extracted his cock from my throat I moved my head with him, eager to hold
onto it.  I sucked him hard, wanting to drain every last drop of his
delicious cum, till he pulled it free with a loud suctioning sound.

"Holy shit! I never had anything like that in my life!" he murmured as he
started doing up his pants.  "I wanta do this again if you want to."

I leaned back, wiping my mouth with my forearm and waited for him to exit
the stall.  He muttered a thanks as he left.  I stood and adjusted my
clothes and headed for class myself.

The jock must have told his buddy.  I returned to that same restroom the
next morning.  No luck, but when I went back between the next classes there
was the other jock standing at the urinal.  He glanced over his shoulder at
the sound of the door opening and when I recognized him I slipped into a
stall.  I had barely sat down when the door opened and he slipped inside.
He hadn't even bothered to do up his pants; he came in with his cock and
balls hanging out.  He stood in front of me with his hands on his
hips. When I leaned in and kissed his cock he put his hand on the back of
my head. I opened my mouth and he shoved it in. The time between classes
was only five minutes so we got right to it; him fucking my mouth and me
sucking his cock.  Like his buddy--I guessed they had talked--he fucked
right into my throat and used it as his pussy.  I knew we didn't have much
time and I gave him my best and got my reward.  He was out the door in a
flash.

I went back to the restroom over lunch break and there were four guys at
the urinals.  I also caught a glimpse of someone in one of the stalls with
the door partially opened. I paused for a split second and caught him
waving me in.  I skipped the urinals--I didn't have to piss anyway--and
slipped into the stall.

He stood up, offering me his hard cock.  I dropped to my haunches and began
sucking him. It was good that I had more time over lunch break and I prayed
that the guys at the urinals would wait.  They did.  When the guy left the
booth there was another boy waiting to come in.  I'd taken the toilette
stool and he stood in front of me with his cock out. I took it and went to
work on him. There was more time but I didn't know how many boys might be
waiting. He finished in no time and as he was leaving he said, "Next" and
another boy came in.  I sucked six guys that lunch hour. I didn't bother
going to the cafeteria; I'd had my lunch.

That restroom became my office, or workshop.  Word spread and it was
assumed that if you used that particular restroom--it was out of the
way--you were there for a blowjob.  I started arriving at school early so I
could be on hand before the first bell. I was surprised that first early
morning to find three guys already there.  Time ran out and one of them had
to leave unsatisfied.  He was there, though, between first and second
class, along with another boy and I took care of both of them.

I no longer cared who knew I was a cocksucker.  My goal in life was to
satisfy as many boys as I could in a day's time, and drink as much fresh
cum as they could produce.  I took up residence in my booth before school,
during four short breaks between classes, over lunch hour, and after
school.  I was soon sucking off a dozen or more boys a day.  Some of them
were repeats during the day.

Then one day my luck changed. It was lunch hour and the last of four boys
had just left the stall when Kyle, the janitor and maintenance man came in!
I saw him and he saw me before I could get the stall door closed.  I
waited, nervously, till I heard the outside door open and close then I got
up and exited the stall. He had tricked me; he was waiting. I wished I'd
flushed myself down the toilette.  I went over to the sink to wash my hands
and when I was drying them I saw that he wasn't leaving.

"I've heard some rumors.  I guess they're true, huh?"  he said.

Scared as I was, I wasn't going to be intimidated.  I sucked it up and
faced him.

"What rumors?" I asked in a surly tone.

"That you're a busy little cocksucker."

"What of it?"

"Rumors get around," he said.

"I don't care who knows," I said.

"You might if the school officials find out," he said.

"Who's going to tell them?  Nobody's going to ruin a good thing," I said.

"Nobody told me; I overheard some boys talking," he said. Then he held his
hands out in a defensive gesture.  "Hey, you're not in trouble with me."  I
was relieved but still untrusting.  I figured he wanted regular blowjobs
for keeping his mouth shut. I wouldn't mind all that much. But then he
said.  "But this isn't the place for it."

What was he saying?  I thought he might offer the use of his maintenance
room. Or perhaps the janitors' closest; there was one on all three floors.

"Do you have a better place in mind?" I asked.

"Let me see what I can come up with," he said.

"Wait.  That's it?  You don't want anything in return for keeping your
mouth shut?" I asked.

He smiled. "Well, maybe in return you won't keep your mouth shut?  For now
though, lay off for the next two days; I'll try to have something worked
out by Monday. Be here early."

Two days was a long time without cock meat and cum but I suffered through
it. I didn't go into the restroom at all. Several boys approached me
quietly to ask what was going on.  I told them I thought I was being
watched and I needed to cool it for a couple of days. It was like a
testosterone rebellion in school.

"I hope to hell you're back in business by Monday," one of them said.

Another boy wanted me to suck him right at his locker, using the locker
door as a shield.  It was an exciting idea and I almost did it.

Kyle made good on his word in a big way.  He must have known that I arrived
early and he was hanging around waiting for me when I entered the school.
 "Come on, I've got something to show you." I followed him into a door off
the gym which I'd never seen used. He unlocked it and let us in. "You
probably didn't know the maintenance room is adjacent to the boys' locker
room," he said as he led the way down a dark, narrow hallway that opened up
into the locker room.

"No, I didn't."

He led us back to the shower room which was adjacent to the weight
room. Along the back wall of the weight room was a row of old, unused
lockers. They were just stored there and it was dark in that end of the
weight room. He showed me where the lockers had been moved out from the
wall; still in a perfect row, but at the end of the row nearest the shower
room another locker had been lodged into the now empty space to make it
look like there were two rows of lockers.  Then he took me to the other end
of the row where he opened the last locker door.

"Step in," he said. It was actually two lockers that had been gutted to
create an entryway into the empty space behind the row of lockers. I
understood why; one locker wouldn't be big enough for the big jocks to
squeeze through "Move along the wall, you'll find two large openings," he
told me.

I squeezed through the locker. I could barely see but a few feet down I saw
the large holes about the size of dinner plates that he'd cut in the wall.
I went back out.

"The jocks can slip back there when they come back to shower, or after they
shower, or they can take a break from working out and get their cocks
sucked," he said.

"This is incredible, Kyle.  Thanks."

"Now, let's go around to the maintenance room to your area," he said.

Inside the maintenance room he showed me to what he called a broom closet.
It was a small room he had closed off with the walls high enough to let
light in.  I could see the two holes clearly.

"There's your chair to relax while you wait for the cocks to come through,
and a kneeling bench to work from," he said with a big smile.

"But how long before coach discovers those lockers have been moved?"

 "He spends most of his time in the locker room and his office, doesn't he?
Anyway, we'll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, you better get
up to the restroom and let somebody know the party's been moved.  Word will
get around."

Kids were arriving to school.  I rushed up to the restroom to find two guys
at the urinals.  I told them where to go and to spread the word. Then I
rushed back down to the maintenance room and slipped into my throne room as
Kyle dubbed it, and sat down to wait.  It was barely moments before a big,
hard cock with a pair of hairy balls shoved through one of the large
holes. As I went to my knees on the bench another cock shoved through the
other hole.  I took hold of both of them and began licking them in turn.

"Fuck, man, this is cool," I head one of them whisper.

I made a mental note to get the word around that they could not talk. I
stroked one cock while I took the other one in my mouth.

"Unnnnnhhh!" he moaned softly,

I was back in business in comfort and relative safety. And I was kept busy;
before school, between classes, lunch hour and after school. I was in
heaven, sucking off over a dozen guys a day, and like I mentioned before,
some of them came back for seconds. How I knew they were repeats was, I was
able to recognize cocks.  I was always amazed how they could produce so
much cum the second time.

Towards the end of my senior year a junior asked me if I had anybody lined
up to take my place after graduation. I told him no and jokingly asked if
he was interested.

"No, I'm on the other side of the wall," he said.  "But what about Carl
Brown?"

"What makes you think Carl would be interested?"  I asked.

"The way he looks at the guys in the locker room and showers."

"Well, ask him," I said.

"I can't just go up to him and ask if he wants to suck my cock."

"You ask with your eyes," I said.  "When you see him looking at you, look
back.  Make eye contact. Do that a couple of times and you'll know if he's
interested."

"How will I know?"

"You'll know," I assured him.

"But who's going to tell him about your place?"

"He probably already knows.  I've probably been sucking him all along."

I never heard whether they found my replacement. I graduated and went to
college where I found man sex rampant on campus. It was like every other
guy I met was into it and it was pretty much out in the open.  I went home
early for Thanksgiving and dropped by the high school.  I went directly to
see Kyle in the maintenance room.  He was all smiles.

"How's college treating you?"

"Great.  I highly recommend it," I said.

"You come back to renew old acquaintances?" he asked.

"Something like that."

"Well, Carl Brown is in your chair," he said.

"Right now?"

"Yeah.  There are two holes, remember? Why don't you go help him out?"

I went to the broom closet and let myself in.  I heard a whispered "oh,
shit" and quickly quieted him with an "it's okay." Then I slipped behind
him--he was on the bench sucking a cock while he stroked another--and knelt
beside him. He relinquished the cock in his hand and I took it in my
mouth. The soft moan from the other side of the wall was a welcome sound.

I came to realize the extent of my addiction when I began mulling over
whether I wanted to stay in college or join the military. I kept the
military in mind but I wisely chose to finish college, then I joined the
Navy. My hope was to get assigned to a ship.  I could think of nothing
better than being out to sea for months on end with a bunch of horny,
isolated sailors.  I was granted my wish far beyond my fondest hopes.  I
got on an aircraft carrier!  Imagine my elation when I found that there
were over five thousand men on board!

				  The End