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Spermaholics Anonymous
By
Butters2020
(Note: to read more about how Luke became addicted to cum, read his first story in Adult-Youth called The Drone.)
Fourteen-year-old Luke Green was a junkie. He wasn't hooked on opioids or cocaine or even weed. He was addicted to cum. His own sperm was the gateway drug that started his problem. Every night when he jacked off he curled his body into a C shape, swinging his legs over his head, resting his feet against the wall behind his bed, so that he could aim his dick at his open mouth when he shot.
At first it was something kinky to do. But the truth is he liked it. No, he loved it. Then Mr. Pearson, his next-door neighbor watched him through his bedroom window and fed Luke more mature sperm directly from the source. Sucking Mr. Pearson's cock gave Luke the hardest boner he'd ever had. Eating the man's cum was ambrosia.
Luke's balls couldn't produce the quantities of jizz he craved. He could only blow Mr. Pearson on Saturdays when he cut the Pearson's grass and went inside for his "Payment." He needed it more often than once a week, but Mrs. Pearson and his daughter Melanie would wonder why he was visiting, and why the two of them retreated to the basement and locked the door behind them.
Luke jacked off four, five, sometimes six times a day, trying to sate his lust for sperm. He would have done it more often, but his nuts couldn't keep up. The final orgasm each day was nearly dry, and his balls hurt, trying to push out cum that wasn't there.
He needed another source.
He went outside, hoping Mr. Pearson's car was the only one in the driveway, but dammit, Mrs. Pearson's Prius was there, too. Across the street Mrs. Spinoza was on her knees, pulling up weeds from the flower bed. She wore cutoff shorts and a bikini top. Luke used to gaze on the MILF with longing. It wasn't that long ago that her tits feature prominently in his fantasies when he masturbated. But that was before his cum addiction.
His gaze shifted to the right where Tony Spinoza, 16 and shirtless, was shooting hoops by himself, tossing the basketball at the hoop attached over their garage door. Every time he jumped Luke could see the teen's jostling dick, outlined in his loose shorts. He wondered how much Tony came when he busted a nut.
"Hey!" Luke shouted. Mrs. Spinoza and Tony both looked at him. He trotted across the street. He nodded at Mrs. Spinoza and said to Tony, "Wanna play some one on one?"
Tony looked at the smaller boy with disdain. "I'd kick your ass. No challenge in it."
"Yeah, probably. But I'm more of a challenge the imaginary guy you're playing against now."
"Whatever," Tony said and threw the ball at Luke, hard enough it stung his hands when he caught it. Tony smirked when he saw the look on Luke's face.
Ignoring his stinging hands Luke dribbled the ball across the driveway. Luke guarded him. They played for an hour. Tony was right, Luke was no competition, but his mind wasn't on the game. He played more aggressively than he ever did during gym class, but not because he was trying to score points. If there had been a referee he would have been called out for fouling several times. He hoped it looked like the desperate moves of a losing player, and not what it really was: an excuse to make contact with Tony's crotch while they wrestled for the ball or when he tried to divert one of his jump shots. Even rubbing against Tony's bare chest gave Luke a thrill. He didn't know why but he suddenly felt the urge to suck on the older teen's dark brown nipples.
Tony's loose shorts were a blessing, but Luke's loose shorts were a curse. He was obviously hard, but hoped it went unnoticed by the older boy.
After Luke lost a third game Tony said, "That's enough. I'm tired and it's too hot to keep playing." Luke wondered if Tony was feeling the heat of the sun or another kind of heat. For the hundredth time he glanced at Tony's crotch. Now that he was sweaty the shorts clung to him, clearly outlining his penis. Luke could even see that Tony was cut.
"I'm going in for a drink," Tony went on. "You want one?"
"Uh, okay," Luke answered, surprised at the invitation. He followed Tony inside and to the kitchen. Tony took a couple of cans of pop out of the fridge and handed one to Luke. Tony ran his cold can over his forehead, then raised his right arm and took a whiff of his pit.
"Man, I stink!" he laughed.
Luke stared at the hairy pit, wondering when the little stripe of hairs on his underarms would catch up. Tony said, "C'mere, I got something to show you." He carried his drink down the hall and into a messy bedroom.
When Luke followed him into the room Tony closed the door behind him.
Luke looked around. "What was it you wanted me to see?"
Tony set his can of pop on his desk and walked over to Luke. "I think it's a more a question of what YOU want to see."
"What do you mean?" Tony stood between Luke and the closed door, blocking any escape.
"You know what I mean, Homo. Last week you were perving on my mom. Today you're perving on me. All you've been doing for the last hour is staring at my dick."
"No, I haven't."
"Shut up, faggot. I told you I'd kick your ass if you perved my mom again."
"I never even looked at your mom!"
Tony cupped the bulge in his shorts. "You sure been looking at this, though."
Luke tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze drifted down to Tony's crotch.
"I thought it was my mom's tits that made you spring a rod, but you've been hard since we started playing. You're hard now, for Christ's sake."
He was. He couldn't help it. Every time Tony called him faggot or homo it made his dick throb. He knew he'd turned into a cum slut but had no idea until now how exciting it was to be dominated, degraded. He wanted to be even more humiliated. He said, "I can't help it. It just happened is all."
Tony took another step toward Luke until they were close enough to touch. "Fucking faggot. Yeah, it just happened. It just happened when you found excuses to rub up against me." Tony imitated Luke's exaggerated "blocking," finishing by rubbed the back of his hand against Luke's boner.
A moan escaped Luke, surprising him.
Tony gave Luke a shove making him stumble backward. He tripped over a pile of schoolbooks behind him, landing on his ass. He couldn't help noticing that when he fell Tony smirked, the way he had when he'd flung the ball at him. Luke also noticed that the bulge in Tony's pants was getting larger. He gets off on bullying, Luke realized. And I get off on being bullied.
Before he could get off the ground Tony was in front of him. "Get on your knees, faggot."
"Why?" Luke asked, not daring to hope.
"Why do you think?" Tony said, pulling down his shorts. His cock, fully hard now, stuck out obscenely.
Luke moaned again, louder this time.
"Suck it," Tony ordered.
Luke saw the hard look in Tony's eyes. He hesitated. Tony kicked him in the leg. "I said suck it, Homo."
Luke got on his knees in front of the seven-inch cock, so different from his own. No foreskin. Mushroom shaped head instead of the bullet shaped head on his dick. Tony's balls hung low. He inhaled the scent of the sweaty nuts before gently taking them in one hand. He stroked the turgid penis with this other hand, hoping for a drop of precum.
"I'm not gonna tell you again. SUCK ME!" Luke licked the mushroom shaped head which flared. ' Tony slapped Luke's hand off his dick and grabbed it himself. With his other hand he grabbed a handful of Luke's brown hair. He aimed at his cock at Luke's mouth. "Open your fucking mouth."
Luke nearly came without touching himself. He opened his mouth and Tony forced his cock between the fourteen-year-old's lips.
While Tony face fucked the boy, Luke reached for his own shorts and took his dick out. He gave it a couple of strokes, then let go of his dick to take hold of the thicker one assaulting his mouth. He jacked the cock while he sucked on the head, running his tongue along the sensitive underside.
"Yeah, keep doing that."
Luke reached around Tony, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper into his mouth until he gagged. He didn't care.
"Let go my ass, faggot!" Luke did as instructed, opting instead to tug on the balls of his dominant neighbor. They weren't hanging as low as they had been moments ago.
Tony kept up a running commentary, calling Luke Cocksucker, Faggot, Queer-mo and more. Luke couldn't take it anymore. He dropped Tony's balls so he could jack off while he sucked him.
Tony's eyes were closed. He didn't notice what Luke what was doing and didn't see the younger boy's cock spitting cum onto the floor. "mmf mmf" Luke groaned, his mouth full of cock.
Habit made him put his cupped hand in front of his spasming dick, catching all but the first spurt of cum. He always ate his spooge after busting a nut, and catching it was automatic.
'My balls," Tony demanded. "Play with my balls."
When Luke cupped the teen's nuts again, his cum, still cupped in his palm, smeared over them.
"What the fuck!" Tony said, pulling back. His cock popped out of Luke's mouth.
"NO!" Luke said, diving for his prize. "Feed me!" he gobbled the dick again, rubbing his cummy hand over the tightening sack. His spit covered Tony's dick, and he sucked it clean.
"Oh fuck," Tony said, forgetting the sperm being massaged into his sack. Luke sucked harder, tugging on the boy's balls. "OH FUCK! Take it faggot, eat my load!"
Luke's mouth filled with cum. He thought a dick that hard would be spurting jizz like a hose, but cum drooled out of Tony's dick in thick gobs, coating Luke's tongue. He swallowed and sucked harder. After a few seconds Tony pushed him off.
"Enough!" he said.
"More!" Luke reached for the twitching cock in front him. "I want more!"
"Jesus, kid, there is no more. You drained me. And fuck, you got your jizz all over my balls, you fucker."
Luke leapt forward, grabbing Tony by the ass again, and licked the sperm off sixteen-year-old's scrotum. When Tony's balls were licked clean, he pushed Luke away, making him fall on his back again. Tony pulled up his shorts and opened the bedroom door.
"Put your dick away, homo. And if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."
"Can I do it again?"
"Get out," Tony said, "Go home." But he was smirking again.
That smirk told Luke there would be a next time. And if it didn't come soon enough to suit him, there were two more boys living next door to him. They might satisfy his addiction until Tony or Mr. Pearson fed him again.