BLACKMALE (PART 10) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)
BLACKMALE (Part 10) BY: MOORE
Cole arrived home to an empty apartment and checked the answering machine for messages. Beep, "Hi honey, its mom. I plan to catch the seven o'clock flight so I should be home by eight. Love ya." Beep, "Hello, this is message is for Cole. This is Allan Fireside" Cole hit the pause button. Just the sound of Allan's voice was making him hard. He listened to the rest of Allan's message and quickly returned the call.
"Hello."
"Allan? Hi, it's me, Cole."
"Hi cocksucker. Did you get home ok?"
"Yeah. How about you", Cole remembered he was home alone and added, "cocksucker? Where are you?"
"In my room, I have my own phone line. Guess what I'm doing, cocksucker."
Cole reached into his shorts and pulled his hardon to an upright position. "I don't know what you're doing cocksucker, but I know what this cocksucker'd like to be doing. This cocksucker would like to be sucking his buddy's cock and..., and drinking down another load of his hot cum. When you shot off in my mouth at the bookstore I thought I was gonna die. I mean, like my body was on fire. Jackin' off with your dick in my mouth, it was sooo good."
"Yeah, I'd like to feel your dick in my mouth too, but I'm just laying here on my bed, naked", Allan said. "Not completely naked cause I'm wearing the cock ring and I got your underwear on my face. I'm jerking off and, you know I can still taste your cum, and...."
"Wait up, let me get naked too.", Cole said sliding out of his clothes and reaching for his own cock ring. "Ok, I'm naked too now and I'm putting on my cock ring."
".... and thinking how I wish I was sucking your cock again. I tried to suck my own cock, but I can't so I'm gonna blow my load into your underwear and, ah, ahh, cummming, ohh, ahh ohhh, ah, ahh, ahhhhhhhhhhh, and, uhh, uhhh, suck my cum out. Oh fuck, the folk's are home. Be right there dad. Gotta go Cole. See ya tomorrow, cocksucker."
"No wait, Allan! I'm almost", but Cole was talking to a dial tone. Horny and frustrated, Cole collected his clothes and walked naked into his room. "Hey cocksucker", he said to his image in the full length mirror on the back of the door. "The word's out you suck big dick, that you're a cum lovin' fag." Cole collected a pearly drop of precum from his piss slit, sucked it into his mouth and smiled at himself. Talking dirty to himself was turning him on. "Must be true, standing there naked with a hardon and wearing a cock ring. Bet you'd suck your own cock if you could. Why don't you get on you knees where cocksucker's belong, admit what you are, beg for cock."
Cole dropped to his knees, looked at himself for a long minute and smiled again. "I am gay", he said to his smiling face. "Cole Sumner is gay. I am a faggot. Cole Sumner is a faggot. I suck dick. Cole Sumner sucks dick. I am a cocksucker. Cole Sumner, C.S., is a Cock Sucker."
Cole sat on the floor and pointed the head of his engorged prick at his mouth. He stuck out his tongue as far as he could, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't make contact, couldn't reach the shiny drops of precum bubbling forth. "Gotta suck, gotta suck", he mumbled rising up to lay on his bed. He threw his legs over his head, pressed his feet against the wall and licked up the precum that dripped onto his upper lip. Cole repositioned the pillow so that his head and shoulders were higher and used his clasped hands and forearms to push down on the back of his thighs. The back muscles of his lean and limber body stretched and Cole Sumner achieved what every boy tries to do. Cole was sucking his own cock.
Cole was trembling with excitement as the fleshy head of his prick eased passed his lips and fully into his mouth on the sea of precum coating his tongue and dripping into his throat. As the vertebrae in his spine expanded Cole was able to suck more of the shaft into his mouth until all five and one half inches of pulsing boy meat were home. Further excited by the smell of his balls resting on his nose, Cole began to bob his head and thrust his hips, plunging the head of his cock into his throat. He was fucking his own face and close to orgasm.
With a final deep thrust Cole exploded and almost gagged on the big wad of hot cum which hit the back of his throat. Pulling back, he clamped his lips behind the head of his dick and filled his mouth with the creamy cum from his balls. Cole lowered his legs, dropped to the floor and crawled to the mirror to look at the cum pooled in his mouth. A voice not his own echoed in his brain.
"Cole Sumner, cock sucker. Fag's fun, fag's fun. Mouth full of cum. M O U T H F U L L O F C U M."
Cole swished the cum throughout his mouth before swallowing. "Two loads from Allan and one of my own", Cole said out loud. "Mouth full of cum, mouth full of cum." The phone rang as Cole thought of calling Allan to tell him about sucking his own dick.
"Hello", Cole said as he smoothed a glob of cum over his face.
"Hi darling. I'm calling from the cab. I was able to catch the earlier flight. I should be home in thirty minutes."
"That's great mom. See ya soon. I will. Bye."
"Thirty minutes! Shit." Cole threw on his clothes and raced around tidying up his room and the rest of the apartment. He heard the key in the lock as he put the last dirty glass in the dishwasher. Too late, he realized that he hadn't washed his face or rinsed his mouth and he was still wearing the cock ring.
"Hi darling, it is so good to be home. Did you miss me?"
"Hi mom, of course I missed you."
"Come here baby. Give your momma a big hug and kiss."
Cole and his mother embraced warmly. She kissed him on both cheeks, nuzzling her face in the smooth skin of her only child. An oddly familiar smell filled her nose. She kissed him again and tousled his hair until Cole pulled away saying, "I gotta wash up momma. I'm all sweaty from cleaning the apartment."
"Go ahead darling. I'll fix something and we can talk while we eat dinner. I want to hear all about your week and I'll tell you about my new job."
Emma Sumner watched her beautiful boy and sighed. He looks just like his late father she thought. I can only pray that he's stronger. Standing in front of the open fridge, she absently scratched her nose. There it was again. That smell. So familiar yet so elusive. She nearly dropped a carton of eggs as the light of recognition dawned in her eyes. Semen. Cole smelled of semen.