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What is it about cum? Piss, even? Anything that comes from a big, hard cock is amazing to me.
Back when I was about 12, I used to play around with Greg, a horny 15-year-old who was home alone all day during the summers. Greg, who was part Native American, was tall, about 6'2, thin and had a dark complexion for a white boy. He had huge brown eyes, dark straight hair and a long, seven-inch cut cock that he loved to show off every chance he got.
The first few times, we just got naked and fooled around with each other. Greg got hard. His long teen cock oozed pre-cum, which I had never seen. My own hairless member was only about four inches when erect back then. I wasn't yet shooting any of the white stuff, and in fact had only had a couple of dry orgasms since it seemed to take forever to make me cum.
There was this sort of tension in the air every time we played. It was, after all, long before being gay was in any manner considered socially acceptable. I didn't want Greg to know what a little faggot I was and how much I wanted him to take me, kiss me and breed my little hole. Greg would occasionally talk about girls when we were playing, and at first didn't even want me to touch his cock.
Then one hot, July afternoon, I found myself naked with Greg and suddenly everything changed. He not only was open to me holding and jacking his big dick, he openly asked me for it, and got out some Vaseline for me to use as lube. We were lying across his bed with me reaching over to pump his hard rod, which was so erect it felt like steel in my hand.
"Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!" Greg said over and over as I stroked him faster and faster.
I felt his dick pulsing, then he grunted and before I knew it a huge rope of cum shot out of Greg's tool, up his chest and landed mostly on his neck. Then another blast shot out and coated the back of my still moving hand. His cream was so hot, it almost burned. I stared in amazement, watching his hard, red tool in action as it pumped out even more jizz, filling my fist and making his cock slick and sloppy.
I knew cum eating was a thing, and I had seen some pictures of women doing it to men. But honestly, I didn't know how I felt about it before all of this transpired. Seeing this hot teen all covered in goo and having his stuff all over my hand made me more than curious.
"Fuck yeah, man. That felt great," Greg said. Then he laughed a little.
"Damn, I made a mess all over both of us!" he added.
"Yeah," I managed.
"You wanna taste some of it?" Greg asked.
I didn't answer. The truth was, I was curious and turned on. Lapping up some of the jizz had just crossed my mind.
"Go on, man. All this stay between us. Do it if you want to."
My huge crush on Greg made me want him in any way. Although in the moment I was hesitant to taste his cum, I would have had no problem if he had asked me to suck him off and swallow instead of jacking him only a few minutes ago, so why not taste his load now?
I plunged my head down and stuck my tongue out to lap up his belly toward his chest. I followed the "happy trail" of dark, sexy hair that ran from his navel up to his sternum.
"Fuck yeah," Greg exclaimed as I licked his goo. "So hot! Eat my cum!"
It tasted a little salty, and it was definitely slimy, but I really didn't mind the texture or sensation at all. My cock throbbed as I got enough of his sperm in my mouth to swallow. Then I looked up at him.
"Swallow it," Greg ordered.
I did just that. He grabbed my head and pushed me down toward his dick. It was covered with white globs and still surprisingly hard. I didn't hesitate to plunge it in to my mouth. Greg shuddered and groaned. He held my head in place as I sucked and licked him. I then pulled off of him and searched his shaft, balls and bush for more cum.
In that moment, I became the cum whore I am today, I guess. The taste, the smell, the knowledge that a man's most important secretion was entering me made me want more and more cum down my throat and in my ass.
Greg took over, aggressively shoving his cock in my mouth and willing me to give him his first and my first real blowjob. Even though he had just blasted us both with a huge load, he was rock hard again as my 12 year-old mouth serviced him.
I didn't know about throating in those days, but when he worked his tool toward my tonsils and I felt myself starting to gag, I breathed through my nose, concentrated on pleasing him and somehow managed to let the fat head of his tool ease into me. Soon, the hairs of his thick, black bush were tickling my nose and I was fully immersed in his musky scent.
"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." Greg said, groaning in obvious pleasure as he fucked my mouth and throat.
"Yeah, suck me...suck my cock! Fuck! I am gonna cum again!" he panted, just as I was feeling his hard tool pulse against my uvula. I eased off a little, so the head of his pecker was still in my mouth, but resting on my tongue. Then I felt and tasted his jizz filling me up. The fat head of Greg's teen tool spurted and spurted, probably as much jizz as before. I savored the taste and the warmth of it. I also liked how Greg was holding my head down, making sure I got every drop. When he was done cumming, I looked up at him with my mouth full of his cum, my cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.
"Open your mouth and show me my cum," Greg ordered.
I cocked my head back and obeyed. A little trickle of goo oozed out the sides of my mouth, down my cheek and down my neck.
Greg laughed sadistically at me.
"Swallow it. Swallow all of my cum!" he said sternly.
Locking eyes with the hot teen stud, I complied, but it took me three full swallows to get the vicious liquid down my throat. It was still warm, and I felt it sort of slide down my esophagus into my stomach.
"Fuck yeah!" Greg said.
Then he did something I will never forget. He pulled me up from between his legs on top of him. Then he wrapped his arms around me and turned to put his full body weight on me as he planted a deep, mouth-searching kiss on me. I was already on the verge of cumming, and when his tongue hit mine and I felt his body covering me, that was all it took. I gasped and came, my whole-body quaking underneath his.
"Did you cum?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"From me just kissing you?"
"Yeah. I have always wanted you to do that," I said. The words hung in the air. I wasn't sure if I should have said them. Then Greg kissed me again and ran his fingers down my back to my plump, round ass.
"This is only the beginning, Babe." He said. "I never dreamed you wanted this and that you would do this with me. It has been my fantasy forever."
We laid there in one another's arms for quite a while. Then I decided to tell Greg everything about my sexual desires. Turns out, he not only wanted to feed me his cum, he had been fantasizing about taking my ass, as well. That, however, is another story.
Since it was a hot day, we both were sweaty and sticky from our lovemaking. So, Greg suggested a shower. Watching him turn on the water and get everything ready for us to bathe together stirred my lust for him even more. Once inside with the shower curtain drawn, I caressed his strong arms and chest. Greg looked down at me and kissed me again, then his large hands found my two, relatively small, smooth ass cheeks.
"Got something else for you to try, Babe," he said tenderly.
"Anything," I said. And I meant it. I would do anything Greg wanted; no holds barred.
"Fuck yeah," he said as his strong arms pushed down on my shoulders and I collapsed to my knees. I started to grasp his half hard cock, thinking he wanted another blowjob, but Greg let me know he wanted something else. Seconds later, a thick, golden braid of piss streamed out of his tool and hit my shoulder.
Now piss play was totally foreign to me at that point. It wasn't even something I had heard of, much less seen in porn of any kind. Nonetheless, the strong smell of his urine wafted up from the shower floor and intoxicated me. I adjusted his cock like a nozzle and re-directed the stream to hit my face. At first, I kept my mouth closed, but the more I felt Greg's pee splashing my face, the more I wanted to taste it, just like his cum.
I opened wide and Greg stopped his flow for a split second, then resumed. The pee collected in my mouth and once it was filled, I spit it back out again several times. It tasted so good. It was musky and salty, it was like more of Greg, which I certainly wanted. So, I took a big gulp and swallowed fast as more of his piss hit my face.
I looked up to see Greg towering over me and smiling. He held my head in his hands and let his pee drain into my willing mouth.
"Fuck yeah, Baby. You are mine." He said.
From there, Greg and I had lots more cum and piss adventures.
I sucked him off morning, noon and night that summer. In his room, and in a tent in the woods behind our houses at night quite a few times. Each time, he made a ritual out of cumming in my mouth, me holding it, and waiting for his permission to swallow while we were staring into one another's eyes. I loved the control Greg had over me, and he loved dominating me, too.
Piss play was a little more complicated. Sometimes I wasn't in the mood, and Greg respected that. Sometimes he didn't have to pee when I would have really enjoyed it, and I took that in stride, also. And quite often, there was just no good place to do it and clean up afterward.
But there was one evening just before school started back where Greg and I really got into some raunchy play. We were camping and I had blown him three times that night. It was now around midnight, and we were both still so horny. Greg went outside the tent to take a piss completely naked, and I followed him. Without asking, I got on my knees and he hesitated a little.
"I wanna do that, too," he said. "But there's not a good place for you to clean up."
"I know, and I don't care."
"Fuck yeah," he said. Pulling me into position so he could begin pissing in my mouth. I drank as much of his hot, salty piss as I could. It was cool enough that evening that some steam rose around us as he peed. Greg emptied himself into me and I loved every second of it.
I found an extra t-shirt and wiped his piss from my neck and chest when he was done, but I still smelled like his urine when we crawled back into the bed naked. My belly was warm and full of his urine as we talked and cuddled, then got sleepy and drifted off.
In the morning, Greg's big cock was sticking straight up, inviting me to suck on it, which I did. The tent smelled like him. Musky, sexual, manly. I lapped at his egg-sized balls and buried my nose in his bush to catch more of his musky scent. He woke up and watched me blowing him, smiled through sleepy eyes and stretched his arms over his head. I scooted up and attacked his sexy, smelly armpits. They were ripe and ammonia laden. I lapped at the thick, dark tufts of hair and he held my head in place making sure I licked both pits clean.
Then I slid back down to finish blowing him. As he got close to cumming, he got up on his knees and positioned my mouth under him as he started jacking to completion. Seconds later, Greg filled my open mouth with several huge blasts of thick, white cum.
I knew better than to swallow it without position, so I laid there, with his stuff filling my open mouth. Then Greg stood up, grabbed his still hard cock with both hands and started pissing. The stream fell right into my mouth with his cum. I had to swallow, but he hadn't said I could, so I let the pee and the cum trickle from the corners of my mouth. Greg smiled down at me.
"Fuck, yeah. Drink my cum and my piss!" he growled.
I swallowed the salty, gooey mixture as I gazed up at him as I stroked my cock rapidly. In seconds I came violently, shaking all over and thrusting my hips up and down. When I was done, I looked down and saw, for the very first time, a little spurt of clear jizz oozing out of my tiny tool.
"Look, Greg, I made cum!" I told him.
He smiled even more broadly and bent over to look for himself. Then he took my cock in his mouth and sucked it, sending shivers down my spine. It was only one of a few times Greg had sucked me, and it felt great.
After school started back, we found little time to be together. Greg had football practice, I had band, and we both were fairly committed students because of our tyrannical parents. But on weekends and school holidays, you could find me on my knees sucking out a load or two from my hot teen lover.