Cumaholics Anonymous
By
Peter Cox Dickson
The following is a literary fantasy for people aged 18 or older. While some of the details involve real places, the characters are the creation of imagination. This is the author's first submission to the Nifty Archives. Your feedback will be read carefully. Thanks for taking the time to write in. All sex on the phone or in fiction is drug and disease free. However, don't forget to practice safe sex in your real life.
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Chapter 3, First Meeting--Toby's Dream
Turning to the man on my left who was starting to speak to the group of men gathered for the Cumaholics Anonymous meeting, I had a clear line of sight to his crotch and saw that like me he wore his cock on the right.
He seemed a bit nervous as he spoke. "My name is Toby, and I'm a cumaholic," he said slowly with deliberateness.
"Hello, Toby," we cheered.
"Thanks, Rick, for coming to tonight's meeting of CA. We're glad you're here and trust us enough to share your story. CA is all about AC--absolute confidentiality. This little room is our sanctuary. Here you can express your ultimate desires and deepest secrets. This is my first time meeting you, but hearing how your story connects with mine, in so many ways I feel like I've met a long lost brother. Welcum to Cumaholics Anonymous, Rick.
"Guys, I want to tell you about a dream I had last night. You know I've started psychoanalysis and go to therapy on the couch three days a week. My shrink has been asking me to tell him my dreams and I haven't had any to report. But last night I think I finally had a breakthrough, thanks to the support I've gotten from you, my CA comrades.
"First a little bit of background about the dream. I had been reading about the new Star Wars prequel that's going to be released soon and got so excited about it I reached up to my DVD shelf for the first Star Wars flic. Wow, what a rush of memories. The youthful lust I felt for Luke Skywalker made me shiver, he looked so much like my first suck buddy in seventh grade. Suddenly I was tuning in my new found older guy fascination with Hans Solo. I kept thinking, Hans, you spunky stud, you don't have to ride solo ever again cause I'm here, buddy, to go by your side. Woof!
"I kept watching those legions of good and evil battalions of soldiers in their sexy cock-shaped helmets. Each a veritable giant penis. God, I kept wanting to hug 'em all and run my hands up and down their bodies until each spurted out a fountain of cum.
"It was hard to keep my hands out of my sweat pants, but thanks to relying on my higher power, I stayed on track.
"It was after 2 a.m. when I found myself on the living room sofa. I had been dreaming. I woke up remembering my dream as well as being aware that I was dreaming. I dreamt I was on a planet somewhere beyond our galaxy. It was a planet of incredibly muscular, furry men. Not a planet of the apes, but rather a planet of virile and youthful abominable snowmen, white fur over ripped chiseled bodies. But also a queer planet of sorts where the men wore kilts and the women tight pants that defined and outlined the opening of their pussies. It was the custom on this planet to sexualize the clothing of women. And to add to the confusion, I dreamt I was straight and hadn't been in a cunt in weeks. I had been arrested for fucking one of the planetary females and was dragged to prison where I was kept naked and unfed and chained to the stone walls of my cell by a tight cockring.
"The Planetary Explorers I was a part of could visit me in prison provided they were naked and barefoot like me. The difference was that they were still living aboard the starship and eating hot meals while I was relegated to starvation. I was powerful hungry, never mind lonely. That's when the Commander came up with a plan for feeding me.
"The naked hunky Commander, who looked a lot like you, Tony, with a long cut beer-can-thick cock not unlike yours, told my buddies to grab me and hold me down and directed the Galactic Cadets to start jacking off. He ordered them to force-feed me their protein laden cum loads.
"Each of the guys in my dream resembled one of you. Tom, you were the first told to jack off and catch your load in your hand. Jay and Joe were instructed to hold me down while Jeff and Barry squeezed my balls and tweaked my nose causing me to open my mouth to breathe, giving Tom the opportunity to pour his spunk laden palm over my mouth making me swallow his chunky warm cum load. Pablo and William had also started to jack off and were soon cupping palmfulls of slippery spooge which they also poured into my mouth, the overflow running on my lips and into my moustache. I was forced to swallow the fucking manjuice if I didn't want to suffocate. My nostrils were overpowered with the smell of fresh cum and my lips were coated with it and guys were rubbing their hands on my face making me lick them clean."
An electric energy ran through the Cumaholics Anonymous sharing circle. A few guys were opening and closing their legs in rhythm with their twitching groins as their erections arose. Jean-Pierre was slowly flexing his biceps which would balloon and expand each time Toby said the word cum. A few guys had closed their eyes and were watching their own REM versions of Toby's dream and licking their lips.
"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner dozens of Planetary Explorers were scheduled to march naked into my cell to feed me. Feeders and eater, that was the drill. The next time they came back to feed me, the Sergeant suggested that I resign myself to my fate and catch the protein straight from the source, this way the feedings would go more efficiently and there would be no spillage from their palms or the waste of what stuck to their hands and fingers. I remember the aversion I felt stationed on my knees with my mouth open wide watching him jack his huge uncut cock in front of my face. Back and forth, back and forth his hand moved, pulling and pushing the sheer silken foreskin over his perfectly shaped cock helmet, open and close, open and close. Each time the skin was pulled back I saw it glistening from the droplets of clear precum that he was working out of his cock. Then without a warning I felt a sharp splat splat splat as three powerful volleys of cum shot into the back of my mouth and before I had a chance to be surprised or revolted they had slid down my throat like warm spoonfuls of tapioca pudding. Yes, that's what the Sarge's cum load tasted like, pudding. Warm, sweet, soothing, comforting. He took a step closer to be sure that none of the ensuing cum shots would be wasted. By then I had my tongue out as far as I could with the tip curled up to catch each creamy vanilla dollop of cum. Sarge was breathing heavily from the aftermath of his powerful orgasm. His hand was still squeezing his penis, one last big runny drop of sauce about to slip off into the straw onto the dungeon floor. In a quick reflex, I uncurled my tongue and licked the pungent cock honey before it fell to the floor. Sarge looked down at me, eyes twinkling, lips curling up in a shy smile. 'Thanks, Toby,' he rasped, 'I needed to unload all of that.'
"The Navigator stepped forward taking Sarge's place. I could tell he was close and ready to shoot. I was feeling my hunger but also tuning into the virile men surrounding me providing the nourishment assuaging the hunger pangs. I was suddenly afraid Jim, the Navigator, would bust his nut before I had a chance to swallow his spooge. That's when I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the wide flange at the head of his long, perfectly round cock, it looking like a tube from a roll of kitchen towels. I barely had time to secure my lips around that ridge and feel my tongue sliding in place along the bottom of his cock when he grunted loudly and six, maybe eight, jets of hot man oil poured into my mouth. I was too surprised to swallow and I felt my cheeks balloon and my mouth cavity filling to overflowing with Jim's cum. I held onto his cock with my lips so that he wouldn't yank it out and cause me to spill his load. Rather I carefully backed off wiping down his cockshaft with my lips making sure I had every drop of his sperm shots. He sensed what I was doing and was patient, cautious in his movements, letting me take several swallows before I licked off the layer still clinging to his cockhead like so much meringue on a big kitchen spoon. I licked my lips and ran my tongue over my teeth and along my gums and took one last swallow. I was feeling fed. I was no longer going to starve, not as long as my buddies where there.
"The rest of the dream was a variation of the same, Galactic Cadet after Cadet, a dozen or more each breakfast, lunch, and dinner and some dropping by to supply snacks in between. The real studs hung around for seconds and thirds each time they were assigned to Feeding Detail, as the duty came to be called. There was a lot of camaraderie each time a detail showed up. I went from being a hostile resister to an enthusiastic and confirmed cocksucker. The rest of the dream was pretty much more of the same. I won't bore you with it."
"Who's bored," said several of the CA listeners in unexpected unison. Others smiled and glanced down at the visible erections they were sporting. Pablo's eyes were closed but he was licking his lips.
"Oh," said Toby, "what was really cool is how during the dream the rest of the space crew started getting curious and experimenting, if you know what I mean. I'll tell it later." His audience was clearly dismayed his narrative had ended.
"I guess this is a good time for a break," said Tony softly, uncrossing his muscular legs and standing, the outline of his jock strap encased erection noticeably visible in profile.