Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2022 15:58:26 +0300 From: Boo Jum Subject: Public Relations chapter 1. For the Authoritarian section +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Disclaimer ---------- This is a work of fiction. Some of the situations and people are based on personal experience, or things I heard from friends. But by and large it is all my fantasies. I love hearing from people who read my stories. If you enjoyed reading my story, please let me know. If you have any comments, criticisms or suggestions feel free to let me know. I welcome any feedback, positive or negative. I can be contacted at boojum64@gmail.com. As always, I am grateful to nifty.org for hosting my story. Please show your appreciation to nifty, by donating to the site: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Copyright © all rights reserved. Please do not reproduce or use this story without my permission. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= PUBLIC RELATIONS - PART 1 ----------------------------- I love cocks. I love everything about them. I love their shape, their colour. I love the musky smell of a guy's crotch, and I love the taste of cocks. I love circumcised cocks, where the glans is on full display. I love the uncut guys, where you can move the foreskin back and forth, revealing and hiding the glans. I love the long cocks and the short ones, the thick ones and the thin ones (girth is just as important as length, in my opinion). I love guys who are showers, who sport an impressive looking cock dangling between their legs for everyone to see. I love the growers, who start off small but grow to full size. I love hairy guys with large bushes of pubic hair, and I love smooth guys with sparse pubic hair. I love guys who shave their pubes, putting their cocks on display. I love testicles that bounce around underneath the cock. I love big scrotums, filled with large juicy balls. I love guys with small balls, and guys with low hanging balls. I love cocks in all their variety of size, shape and colour. I love everything about cocks. And I especially love sucking cocks. Don't get me wrong, I love getting fucked. I love the feel of a cock stretching my sphincter open, and filling me with cum. But I love sucking cocks even more. I love feeling a cock get hard in my mouth as I suck it. I love the feeling of a cock going into my throat, as a guy holds my head and fucks my mouth. I love the challenge of taking a cock all the way, until my lips are buried in the guy's pubic hair, and his balls are on my chin. I love the taste of semen, on my tongue and in my throat. I even love the words. Cock. Dick. Penis. Schlong Prick. Whatever you call it, I love it. I always have, ever since I was a young boy. When other boys wanted to play house with the girls, and see what they had, I was more interested in what the other boys had. It used to make my dad really angry. "Don't be such a nancy boy!" I heard that from him so many times, in a tone dripping with contempt. It was so obvious that he preferred my older brothers. Both took after him, tall and broad, with black hair and blue eyes. Macho athletic guys, who shared his love of sports and cars. While I was more like my mom, short, slender, blonde, with delicate features. It didn't help that I prefer to grow my blonde hair long, and that despite my best efforts I was just terrible at every sport I tried. Eventually my dad just sort of gave up on me, preferring to spend time with my brothers. My mom had died a few years ago, and I was left pretty much to my own devices. As long as I didn't get into trouble my dad simply ignored me. At school my situation was no better. I was the smallest guy in my class, and I was frequently called faggot or queer. I didn't have many friends, but surprisingly enough Rick was one of the few boys who was friendly to me. Tall, broad, olive skinned, with jet black hair and eyes so dark they were almost black, Rick was the biggest boy in our class. He had been held back one year, so he was older than any of us. In addition, he hit puberty early, and was shaving every day when the rest of us were sporting a bit of peach fuzz. Rumours had it that he had been expelled from his previous school over some disciplinary problems. It was almost as if Rick felt compelled to live up to his reputation, and he was almost constantly fighting or causing problems or getting into trouble. Rick lived one street over from our house, and I saw him quite frequently in the neighbourhood. He was friendly when we met, and we hung out on most weekends and school holidays. His family was very wealthy, and they lived in a huge house with a pool in the backyard. But his parents seemed to be constantly busy, and when we were at his house we were mostly left unsupervised. Things began to change just after my fourteenth birthday. It was the beginning of the summer school holidays, and Rick invited me to spend the day with him. His parents were at work, and we had the place to ourselves. We played some games, and then when we were both tired and sweaty Rick suggested a swim to cool off. After spending some time in the pool, we went to Rick's room to rest. Both of us were wearing only a wet swimsuit. Once we were in his room, Rick opened a cupboard and took out a jar. I recognised it immediately. It was some sort of petroleum based jelly, with added menthol. When I had a cold, my mom used to mix some with boiling water, and make me inhale the steam. Supposedly, the menthol helped to clear my sinuses. "What's that for?" I asked curiously. "Watch this," Rick said. He pulled off his swimsuit, took a large dollop of the jelly, and began rubbing it on his cock. My mouth went suddenly dry, and I felt a peculiar sensation in the pit of my stomach, as I stared at his rapidly growing cock. I was fascinated by it's size, so much larger than my own nub, by his bush of pubic hair. His glans was large and well shaped, with a distinct ridge, and there was a large vein running the length of his cock. As his hand went up and down the length of his cock it alternately covered and revealed the glans, which glistened wetly from the jelly. "Try it," Rick held the jar out to me. My own cock was already erect, tenting out my wet swimsuit. I took a dollop of the jelly, and began rubbing it on my own cock. The sensation was surprising. I was no stranger to jerking off, having done it many times on my own. But I usually used spit as lube. The jelly gave it an entirely more sensual feeling, and I rubbed my cock harder. To my surprise I felt a sensation of heat, from the menthol in the jelly. I slowed down, and my cock suddenly felt cool. The switch between sensations of heat and cold was very exciting. Rick noticed the look on my face, and he nodded knowingly at me. "I'm thinking of Rosita Petrelli," Rick said. "That chick is nothing but arse and tits." "Who?" I couldn't drag my eyes away from Rick's cock, and I was only half listening. I jerked myself off, alternating fast and slow, as Rick told me in great detail about his fantasy girl and what he'd like to do with her, and I feasted my eyes on his body. After a while, Rick lay back on his bed. "Check this out," he said, and a few seconds later semen spurted from the top of his cock and hit him on the chest. I watched in fascination as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his cock and landed on his chest and stomach. I could smell his semen, musky and earthy, and I suddenly felt a longing to rub it on my fingers. I wondered what it would feel like. My own disappointing orgasm happened a minute later, as I shot a load of air. I felt drained. After that first time we jerked off together every few days. Rick would tell me all his fantasies while he jerked off, and I would enjoy looking at him, while I made up variations of his fantasies to tell him. I was too ashamed to let him know that I really fantasised about him. I dreamed of fondling his cock and balls. Rick produced copious amounts of precum, and I wished I could rub it on my cock. A couple of months passed. It was almost the end of the school holidays, and I was alone with Rick in his room. It was my turn to tell one of my fantasies , and I was struggling to think of a variation on one of his fantasies. Suddenly Rick interrupted my stammering recital. "Do you wanna suck my cock?" he asked. "Er, what?" It was so similar to one of my real fantasies that I felt confused. "Yeah. It'll be fun. Suck my cock and then I'll suck yours," Rick said. "I-I-" didn't know what to say. I'd heard enough snide comments about me being a faggot, that I was afraid. What if I said yes and he went and told everyone? I'd never hear the end of it. But Rick persisted. "Come here!" he commanded, and I found myself helpless to resist. Rick spread his legs wide, and I knelt between them, in front of him. He put his hand on the nape of my neck, and encouraged me to lower my head towards his crotch. As I learned forward I thought I heard a snicker, and I pulled back. I looked up at him, and he nodded encouragement. I lowered my head, but again at the last minute I thought that I had glimpsed a look of contempt on his face. I pulled my head back again. "I- And you'll suck my cock afterwards? For sure?" I asked. "Yes!" Rick cupped his balls in one hand, while the other gripped the base of his cock. "Suck it. I'll suck yours afterwards," he said, impatiently. I lowered my head and opened my mouth. The glans of his cock slipped between my lips, and Rick pushed my head down, gently but firmly. "Watch your teeth," he said. I took his cock in my mouth. The tip was slick, and there was a taste of something I couldn't identify. It was probably precum, I realised. I pulled my head back, but Rick pushed it back down, pushing his cock into my throat. My gag reflex engaged, and I choked. As I tried to pull away Rick grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth again. I struggled to get away, and after a few seconds Rick released me. I pulled my head up, gasping. "Don't stop!" Rick said "You're doing well. Just relax." I tried to relax, and to my surprise I found it was easier to take Rick's cock deep into my mouth. I found that I was enjoying it. My own cock was hard. I stroked it and I could hear Rick panting as I took his cock into my mouth. I wanted him to enjoy it, so I made an effort to take it deeper, even though it filled my throat and cut off my breath. Rick was panting and muttering under his breath, when suddenly he grabbed my head and arched his back. "Ooough here it comes," he said in a strangled moan. A second later I felt him ejaculating into my mouth. I pulled my head back, and felt his spurts of cum on my tongue. The taste was a bit salty, and reminded me ever so slightly of uncooked mushroom. As Rick collapsed back onto the bed his cock, still erect, slipped out of my mouth. I swallowed the mouthful of semen and looked at Rick. "Now you. Suck me," I said. I wasn't really interested in him sucking my cock, it was my failsafe. My mutually assured destruction. If he told anyone about me sucking his cock I would retaliate by telling how he sucked mine. True to his word, Rick knelt in front of me and began sucking my cock. He took it all the way in without me needing to prompt him. I guess it was easier for him, my cock is on the small side. It felt good, having my cock sucked, but I couldn't really enjoy it. I felt that it was wrong, in a way. That the stimulation of my cock was almost but not quite the way I need it. For a few seconds I thought of just pushing Rick's mouth away, and jerking off. It didn't last very long. I concentrated on the sensation of having Rick's cock in my mouth, and in a couple of minutes I had shot my own dribble of cum. Immediately after this I felt filled with a sense of self loathing mixed with satisfaction. I wanted to be on my own and process what I had just done. I jumped up and began gathering my clothes. "I- its getting late. I should get back-" I gabbled, as I pulled on my clothes. Rick made no move to stop me, and very shortly afterwards I was on my way home.