Date: Wed, 04 Nov 2009 12:14:29 -0500
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: Memories of my first, 3

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Part 3


Next day in the morning, Karl looked as if nothing happened that night.  In
a way, I did not like that he had invited all his friends from the
football.  Now, they were at least five boys that knew...  well, they had
fucked my ass.  And thinking about, I was recalling that this was not a
good thing.  Well, I do not mean it was bad in itself, but it was for my
reputation.  If the voice spread out that I was like a girl that was often
ass fucked this would not be any good for my reputation.  So far, Karl was
like a poker player, and his face did not show any sign that he and me had
anything in common.

So, this morning, at the playing time, I avoided to go near the boys that
played football, but I watched them from a distance.  In fact, they were
not playing seriously, but doing a silly play.  Perhaps they had their
balls empty and were not in mood to play with any energy.  They looked at
each other and they knew the reasons why they played so badly.

Now, thinking about this, I understand that they were too young, and not
yet used to empty their prostate gland.  For that was the part of the body
that produce most of the jizz, not the balls.  Prostate produces most of
ejaculation stuff that looks like a white mucus we call cream.  Testicles
produce the sperm that is spurt like a watery fluid.  Then it mixes with
cream of the prostate.

The boys looked at each other and laughed for they were weak and do not
played with energy.





A few days later, at the time of going to sleep we were standing each one
before his bed waiting for the nun to say, "Get on your beds."

Just before saying this, the nun began like she inspecting the troupe
looking at our faces one by one.  She went from a part of the dorm
inspecting the faces of each one.  He made a complete turn, for there were
two lines of beds in the dorm.  Then, after the inspection, she came to
where I was and said,

"Follow me."

She went to one end of the dorm.  Once there she was doubting some seconds.
Then she said to me,

"You are going to sleep in this bed."

The boy was a little surprised, then, she told the boy that use to sleep
there, "You come after me."

So she changed my place of sleeping with the other boy.

My new bed was the second after the corner.  The boy on the corner looked
at me smiling and I smiled back at him.  He looked older than me, and was a
lot more developed.

The nun was going back to the center of the dorm.  She looked that the boy
new what was his new place to sleep.

Then she started the prayers we all do each night before getting in bed.
At the end she said,

"Get on your beds."

Then, when she saw everybody was in bed he turned off a faint light of
twenty five candles.

The nun left.

Then the boy next to my bed was calling me.  I turned to his side to hear
what he was telling.

"What did you do?"  He asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?  Then... why she changed you of bed?"

"I do not know."

"Well, in case... in case you... well, you know."

"What I have to know?"

"Nothing.  If you need... you will see.  I don't mind."

"Ok."  I said.

But I was not sure what he meant to tell me.



In successive days, I saw the boy next to my bed was smiling at me at the
time before we get into bed.

I asked the boy his name.  He was called Martin.  He already knew my name
for I got fame of being a very good student.  That was the reason than some
boys said of me I was a book gnawer.  But others carried by the Superman
stories called me Doc Sivana.  This was a crazy inventor that wanted to
conquer the world.  When he had his machines ready to conquer the world
Superman got the news and smashed all his wonderful inventions.

Then, at sleeping time, each boy was standing before his bed and the nun
started the evening prayers.

"Get on your beds."  Said the nun after the prayers.

Then, for several seconds, while the nun was checking everybody was on his
bed, Martin and me exchanged smiles, and I realized he was a very nice and
powerful boy.

After the light was switched off we were for a while whispering.

"Do you need something?"

"What?"

"If you have any need."

"What d'you mean?"

"Well, perhaps... you need something."

"I don't know.  Perhaps... not sure."

"I mean... I got something you need, by example."

"You got something?"

"Yeah.  It's big.  You know."

"Is it big?"

"Yeah.  Think about it."

"How... can you help me?"

"Just imagine.  You look weak."

"Do I look weak?"

"Yeah.  You need a feeding supplement."

"A feeding... supplement?"

"Yeah.

"That's true.  I am always hungry."

"You mum, does not bring you food on Sundays?"

"No.  I got not mum."

"Poor boy.  I would do something for you."

"You would?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

"I got a great meat, you know."

"You have meat for me?"

"Well, but it is not to eat it."

"It's not to eat it."

"But you can suck all its substance."

"I can suck its substance?"

"Yeah.  It would give you some rich stuff."

"What for?"

"To develop.  You need a little overfeed."

"Overfeed?"

"Yeah.  You are too thin.  Then I can give you some stuff."

"What's this stuff made off?"

"It's like cream.  You like it?"

"Of course.  I love cream."

"Then you know."

"Ok."

"Now, we must sleep.  People can hear us."

"We got to sleep."

"Yeah.  Think about it."

"Yeah."

"Good night."

"Good night."



I was for several days thinking about the cream of Martin.  He had said he
had a great meat.  It seemed he had offered to give it to me; I mean to
suck some of its substance.

Martin was not pressing me.  He smiled a lot to me, but he did not chat so
much as the other day.  But he had the time to tell me,

"You need to take some cream?"

Then while in bed, once your eyes were adjusted to darkness, you could see
a little bit, for some it was summer and some of the windows were opened to
refresh a little the dorm.  So it came though the window some light from
the moon.

So, after adjusting my eyes to the faint light I could see that Martin had
like a little tent under his blanket.  And his hand was moving under the
blanket like tempting me to come to him.  I was truly excited but I did not
dare to do anything, for it was too early.  Some of the boys could not be
fully sleeping, and after an hour or two the nun would be doing his night
watch.

After a while I was fast sleep.  I suppose Martin was also sleeping.

I awoke when the nun come and made her walk up and down the dorm.  Then,
she left and went to watch the other wards.

I waited for half an hour and woke up.  I went to the toilets to see if all
was in calm.  Then I came back to the dorm and sat on the floor at Martin's
bed to start the process of awaken his dick.

I was doing as I did with Karl.  I started by letting my hand over this
sleeping dick.  My hand was heating slowly then it was reflecting this heat
towards the sleeping dick.  I soon began to awake and to swell and to rise
up.  When it was erect I was amazed, for it was a bigger dick than Karl's.
With the touch of my hand I was realizing its size, for all this was
happening under the blanket.  But even before my eyes I would not be able
to see anything, for the dorm was dark.  So, I had to see everything
through the touch of my fingers.

The dick was outstandingly big.  It was the biggest I ever touched in my
fingers.  I could feel the veins palpitating, the member having soft jerks
of enthusiasm, like a marry festivity was going to occur.

Marting raised the trunk of his body up on the bed and approached his head
to mine.

"Are you, Leo?"

"Yeah."

"Keep going.  You're doing so well."

He lay his body on the bed, letting me in charge of his dick.  I began an
enthusiastic jerking off of his dick.

"Wait, wait!  No so fast!"  Said Martin.

"Ok."

I made a pause, then I asked.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You can eat it."

"Eat it?"

"But do not bit it.  Just pure sucking."

I began to suck his dick.  I was in a difficult position to suck his dick,
I have to raise my body to suck his dick.  Somebody could see the bulk of
my body sucking his dick.

Martin turned to a side, and he approach his body to the edge of the bed.
He is dick was now out for me to suck.  I began to delight in such a
wonderful member, such a big piece of meat as he said to me.  I was
delighted in savoring the big head of his dick.

It was now giving me frequent drops of sweet cream.  It was a little
foretaste of the big ejaculation he would feed me a little later.

I was sucking and sucking on the wonderful head.  With my hand I was
stimulating the member in a jerking movement, to feed me more and more
drops of sweet love.

Then, so much jerking was giving him an eagerness to go deeper in my mouth.
There is a moment when a dick cannot do other than go deeper inside.  So, I
felt the hand on Martin on the back of my head pulling me to go deeper.

I complied to his order and started to go deeper.  I was at first a little
hesitant to go deeper.  So, I letting his dick coming farther deep into my
mouth with each movement forward.

I was amazed at the feeling of such a big dick on my mouth.  For it was
much bigger than the dick of Karl or Badboy.  Karl was also older than
them.

Then as I was a little scared to suck such a big dick I started to chant in
my mind the mantra, the bigger the dick the greater the pleasure.

I was going deeper and deeper on his dick.  Martin was pressing farther on
the back of my head as if telling me, "go deeper, go deeper."

I eventually buried his whole dick in my throat.  I felt his pubes ticking
my nose and smelled the male scent of his body.  I was like feverish with
my nose buried in his pubs.  Then I felt Martin's dick began to jerk deep
down.  I thought he was ejaculating.  This was all right, directly to my
empty stomach, that needed a little feeding.  But then, I recalled the
sweet taste of the cream of the Badboy.  I wanted to know how was the
tasted of Martin's cream.  So, I rose up my head and felt the thick drops
of his cream in my mouth.  I was delighted with them.  They were thick and
nutritious.  The cream was difficult to swallow for it was sticky and got
fixed on the sides of my mouth and my teeth.

I was amazed of the great amount of cream his was giving me.  After ten or
more seconds his dick was still having jerks in my mouth and giving me more
drops of sweet hot milk.  I was eagerly receiving all those nutritive
drops.

I was thinking on the improvement my body would have with this overfeeding.

Then, after a minute and a half this dick was not giving any more milk.  I
was lapping and sucking carefully his dick to let it free of any remaining
gluing stuff.

The dick of Marting was now flaccid and getting flabby.

"That's all."  Said Martin.

"That's all?"

"Yeah.  I gave you all the cream I had."

"All the cream."

"My balls are now empty."  He said.

"When will you give me some more?"

"You are greedy, eh?"

I did not reply.

"I will give you more in a couple of days."

"Thanks."

"You are welcomed."

Then, I understood that the session was finished, and went back to my bed.
My body was a little cold of being sat so long naked on the floor.

After a while was sleeping with the feeling of suck a wonderful dick going
on my mouth.  And also, recalling the copious amount of cream that Martin's
dick was giving me.



Next day in the morning, Martin behaved as if nothing had happened between
us during the night.  So, I feigned also some degree of indifference, like
he.  It was not a good idea, that some people were aware that we were
having any sinful activity.

I was eagerly waiting for my friend Martin to replenish his balls again.  I
wanted to have more cream.  So, this morning at the time of my yard playing
I was doing the exercises of Charles Atlas to develop into a new stronger
boy.  And when I will further develop I could feed my cream to another boy
that would have so little manliness essence as I had at this moment.

So, I was spending all the rich nutritious cream I was feed in developing
my boy and grow another inch.  I wanted to have my little dick if not as
big as Martin's, at least I would like to have half his size.  For I was
ashamed of being so little in there.



As for the priest, I never told him about any of real sins I was
committing. Instead of that I was feeding him with standard sins, like
masturbations with ejaculation.  The priest liked to asked, if I have had
an ejaculation, for the sin was greater if I had one.  So he asked me, if I
ejaculated a big amount or just a little.  I was telling him, as it pleased
my fancy at this moment.  For I think he loved to hear about my sins.
Sometimes I confessed I had a big ejaculation, and other times I told him I
had only a very small one.  I suppose a big ejaculation was a bigger sin
than a small one.  I'm not sure about this point.



We were pressed for going to confess at least twice a month.



This is the end of the story till next installment, if there is any
feedback I will continue this part.  I was in need of a lot of overfeed.
And Martin, or any other would help me, I suppose.

If you enjoyed the story, or have some comments or some ideas to improve
it, any new ideas to the next installments, let me know.  I will integrate
any good ideas.

This is my post, johngalaor@aol.com

Thanks,
John Galaor