Date: Sat, 05 Jul 2003 15:36:55 -0500 From: John Candu Subject: Inspecting A Cum Pewter WARNING: Don't read further if gay fiction offends you. INSPECTING THE CUM PEWTER By John Candu My first queer encounter happened back in the late '50s on a hot summer day in the storeroom of a Kwik Chek grocery store on Battle Street in Talladega, Alabama. I don't remember how old I was the day of the incident, but I was already appreciating the joys of jacking off three or four times a day. I had not yet had "real sex" -- that is, nothing beyond a few one-on-one experiences in an occasional jerk circle behind the school. But I did know that I liked cock. I had already seen a pussy or two, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that girls did nothing for me. Cock, however, was a different thing entirely -- the mere sight of cock could make my knees go limp. I was about to discover why. Each Saturday I accompanied my aunt to Kwik Chek on her weekly grocery-buying trips. And every visit was pretty much the same. I followed my own routine in the store to kill time. I hit the comic book rack first, then ambled back to the storeroom to chat with employees, all of whom were familiar to me. I enjoyed my visits enormously, especially when I got to spend time in the big walk-in cooler, since this period predated air conditioning at home. On this particular Saturday Aunt May and I arrived later than usual, and by then there was only one guy still working in the back. I'll call him Brent. Brent was a high school senior, tall and lean like a basketball player, brown-haired, and strong as an ox. He was always friendly to me, the funny, skinny, freckle-faced kid in short pants whose ambition was to become a stock boy in the walk-in cooler one day. That day, Brent was friendlier than usual. He ruffled my hair and invited me to come on back and watch him heat wrap some fresh corn. "While I finish up, you can look at my new cum pewter," he said. "What're you talking about?" We walked over to the worktable, and with a gleam in his eye he slid a saucer-sized pewter plate in front of me. On it was etched a woman's face. Brent grinned ear to ear as I picked it up and began examining it. "It's an optical illusion," he said. At first I could distinguish only the etched profile. I turned the plate this way and that but couldn't discern much. "I don't get it," I said. "Look closer, dummy." Brent laughed. "Focus on the lines making up the face." I looked again. This time I saw that the overall image was comprised of many images -- images inside images of men and women having sex, male-to-male, female-to-female, group sex, and so on. There were also enormous penises and cunts. "Wow!" I examined it closer. My cock began to stiffen. Brent watched as I got all bug-eyed and, despite perfect vision, brought the plate closer to my face, squinting. He laughed harder as he heat-wrapped another batch of corn. My little dick was practically wagging back and forth in my cramped Fruit of the Looms. After a moment, Brent leaned over and whispered, "D'ya know what 'jacking off' is?" "Yes, Stupid!" I said, studying the pewter images of men sucking cock and fucking male ass-cunts. I wanted to go jack off something fierce. "You ever jack off with other guys?" "Sure," I said. "Sometimes." "Then come on -- let's go back and help each other out," he said, tugging at my tee shirt. We walked past the walk-in cooler, on past neatly stacked boxes of fresh fruit and towering wooden cases of Coke. We went to the employee restroom. My mouth was dry, my heart was thumping like crazy, and my cock was tenting. Brent looked around to make sure no one was noticing as we disappeared into the one-seater toilet. He locked the door, turned around and unbuckled his pants. Out flopped the biggest god-damned dick I had ever seen. Brent had huge balls and thick black pubic hair, which seemed strange -- all my playmates' cocks were hairless. Brent was circumcised, and his semi-erect pole held a pearl-like drop of cum at the pee-slit. "Whatcha waiting for?! Pull out your meat! We don't need the manager nosing around looking for me!" Brent's cock, just inches from my face, held me in an almost hypnotic trance. My mind can still picture it in its fullest glory to this day -- veined, pulsing, growing.... I slid down my short pants and underwear. By comparison my uncut cock was tiny, no more than three or four inches and no bigger around than an adult finger. You would have had to look close to see an emerging dark hair or two. Brent reached down and stroked me. "Nice," he said. "Do you shoot spunk yet?" "No," I said, holding my gaze on his dick, which was now fairly dripping. "Don't you want to touch my cock?" I reached out and took hold. His male scent was intoxicating. Brent's pole was longer than three fists my size, not counting the head. I held his hairy balls in the palm of my other hand as I jacked his now fully-erect meat stick. After a few moments of groping, Brent got down on his knees and engulfed my tiny rod in his mouth. I gasped. I had never felt anything so intense. It was the first time lips and tongue had ever touched my cock, and it was way, way beyond wonderful -- all I could do is hold my eyes shut and suck air. Brent fucked his mouth back and forth over my weenie, applying just the right suction, working his tongue beneath my head. Soon he was swallowing my dick whole and darting his tongue under my balls. My breathing picked up, becoming noticeably louder. I began thrusting eagerly into his mouth, meeting his rhythm. He grabbed hold of my butt cheeks and began massaging. I was in heaven. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Brent stroked a finger over my shit chute. Never had I felt such a deep flash of pure need. My entire body began to shake. Evidently Brent realized the effect he was causing. He played the finger back and forth over my young rosebud as he sucked my dick, and soon he was gently probing the finger up to his first joint into my anus. It was too much. I came with quick, loud exhalations: "OH!-OH!-OH!" My body was racked by the orgasm. For me time stopped and nothing existed but Brent's sucking mouth, the finger in my butt and my cum-shooting cock. To my surprise, I had shot off my first-ever load, and Brent caught every drop. Brent's mouth opened hungrily and his tongue sponged up every drop. He swallowed several times and moaned. Finally, the orgasm subsided. Brent smiled. "Hey, that was damn great, little buddy." He stood up and his pendulous, purple-headed cock bounced up and down just inches from my mouth. "You want to try it? Go ahead. It's okay." I reached out, wrapped my fingers around the hard shaft, and tentatively licked the head as if sampling a lolly-pop. It was warm and a little salty, not bad at all. My mouth and cheeks stretched wide to suck in the head, but I was unable to take more than the head and another inch or so. "That's ok, do whatever you want to do. Just play with it, suck it, take what you can," he said. I held up his cock and licked all the way from beneath his balls to his pee slit and back again. I was definitely inching my way into Big Slut territory -- and it felt terrific. I remember feeling surprised at myself (ME?! Sucking COCK?!) and surprised at how good it all felt, how the heavy cock felt so natural in my mouth and hands. "Oh, yeahhhh, that's it, bud.... You're doing good, little man." I didn't have a "technique" or really know what to do, but with Brent's encouragement I continued on and began jacking his shaft as I licked his head with my wet tongue, spreading pre-cum all over my face and feeling it drip from my chin. I was breathing hard and jacking him steadily. My cock was hard again. In a moment, Brent leaned back, took hold of himself and began jacking his own cock. For half a second I was disappointed, thinking I had failed to pleasure him sufficiently. But he removed a tube of something from his back pocket and said, "Turn around for me, little buddy." I did as he asked, already having a vague idea of what was to come. There were things that I did not yet understand, but I trusted Brent. I had just come in his mouth, for Christ's sake. My cock was twitching and I felt so close to shooting another load. Brent could have done anything to me at that moment and I would have endured it. He smeared a big glob of cold goo across my hole, then worked a finger in. I began jacking myself as he fucked that finger in and out, and it felt so damn good that I was soon thrusting my little hole harder and harder against his probing. "You're one horny little kid, aren't you," he laughed. Then I felt Brent's monstrously large cockhead at my back door (or, in my small world, that's how it seemed). I felt Brent's breath on the back of my neck, and then his arms curled around me lovingly. His big hands slipped to my cock and he began jerking me. "You promise me something, ok?" "Sure," I said. "If this hurts, don't yell out, no matter what! Just say 'stop' and I will pull out. Ok? We need to keep really quiet -- understand?" "Ok," I said. He began pressing against my tight, virgin ring. I pressed back, but I was afraid, thinking he was way too big for me -- that it was an impossible situation. Surprisingly, the head of his cock slipped in quickly with only minor pain compared to the feeling of pleasure inside. He stopped immediately, allowing me to get used to his dick as he continued jerking me off. After another moment I grew impatient and began thrusting backward, impaling myself further onto his huge pole, which filled me so completely that I feared I might split myself open. Brent's breathing grew faster. He allowed me to do most of the work at first. The lube made it easy, and I was feeling rutty beyond comprehension. Brent began gasping and ever-so-slightly going deeper with each movement. His fingers flew back and forth as he jacked me toward yet another orgasm. As a small amount of sperm squirted from my dick, Brent thrust forward. I felt his balls slap against my own, and I felt his cock filling me up. My butt was being pumped full of cum, and I felt it leaking out and dripping down my balls and then down my legs. Brent's breathing was now so ragged that I began to wonder if something was wrong. Then he became still and kissed me on the back of the neck as he hugged me tight. In another moment he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. My dick was still hard. I could have easily cum again, but I heard Brent roll off some toilet paper. He cleaned me up, then himself, and then we adjusted our clothing and made ourselves presentable. Brent instructed me to stay in the bathroom for a couple of minutes after he left, so no one who happened by would catch on to what had just happened. After he left, I jacked off again. My cum seemed thicker this time. I reflected for a moment on what that meant: that I had crossed an important threshold today. I was finally becoming a man. A man who, one day, would own his own cum pewters! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Please send comments to too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com.