The Love of cum 10
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Sadly, there were no videos of the piss night, but I was sent a video of the gangbang with loads of close ups of me being fucked and sucking cock; of cum ail over my face and my mouth overflowing. And in particular, I loved the bit where one of the glasses of cum was being poured into my mouth. I played that bit over and over to myself until I was afraid I'd wear the tape out! I could remember every second as the warm cum filled my mouth to overflowing before I slowly gulped it down.
And of course, I showed it to the boys in the Arsebandits. By now a whole section of them had left school for university, so it was just as well that I had the memories of my cunt being opened up at the club, because there was a lot less sex going on at school. Tom was at Oxford, shit I missed him so much. I missed his hairy legs, his smooth hard arse, his muscles, his cum and his cock so much! And I just missed him too. His smile and how he would hold me close at night. But Jamie was still there of course and Martin., and Keith, and Spike so I wasn't exactly sex starved. Now I was in the sixth form with my own room I was much more able to arrange meetings.
If I wanted to get wet, I'd just mention to Martin or Jamie that I was feeling thirsty. Once I said it to Martin just before lunch. He smiled motioned me to follow him into the loos, and pulled out a large yellow plastic water bottle with a cover from his bag. As soon as we were alone, he pulled out his cock and pissed into it, then handed it to me to fill it up. After, he closed it and winked at me, then led me into the dining room. When we'd got our food and were sitting down, he casually pulled out the bottle and took a long deep swig, before handing it to me. I could barely keep a straight face as I looked around at the other boys and swallowed the still warm piss. I handed it back to him to finish it off. As soon as it was all gone, we just burst out laughing.
But no matter how often I got my cunt opened up by Jamie, or Martin or even David, and that was pretty often, somebody fucked my arse at least a couple of times a week, there was still a huge Tom shaped hole in my life. And there were no gang bangs now that most of the gang had moved on. I talked to him as often as I could. But I was afraid that with his whole new life at university, new boys, new arses, new cocks, he'd begin to forget me. And seeing Martin and Jamie together only made it worse. They were so much in love, even though they still fucked around. I'd see Martin's eyes following his lover around the playing field, and the intimate looks they shared with each other. It was crazy devotion, and I envied them so much.
It came to a head one evening when I'd just been fucked by Jamie. His hard cock was still deep in my cunt, wet and warm in the slew of cum he'd just pumped up there. His legs and arms were still wrapped around me and I was pulled hard onto his chest and groin. I ought to have been feeling really good, and I guess in one way I was, my arse felt amazing. Jamie was always an expert fucker, but mentally? That was a different matter. Even as I felt the hot cum filling my cunt, I realised that it wasn't Tom's cock in my arse, it wasn't his cum in there, it wasn't him on top of me and I wasn't wrapped in his arms. I started crying. Jamie was horrified. What was the matter, what had he done? Was I OK?
I told him I was fine, and that he hadn't done anything wrong. It was just that I was missing Tom and I felt lonely. He hugged me even tighter and gently licked my ear.
"I know Neil. I know what it's like to be in love. Making love is very different from having sex. Fucking the boy you love is a world away from just fucking an arse. But listen to me, you're a really sweet kid and I'm not just saying that because you're as cute as a button with a wonderful talented cunt," and he gave a little push with his still hard cock into it, to make his point and sending little jolt of pleasure up my spine, and I softly moaned, "But making love to you is special for me too. This isn't just a fuck. Don't feel too lonely Neil. I know I'm not Tom, but we love you too. It isn't just having sex, there's genuine feeling here too."
I tried to nod my head and I held his arms. He was so kind. He hadn't laughed at me for being so needy. He hadn't laughed at the absurdity of feeling lonely during the very act of being fucked. It was so good to feel his cock still deep inside me, and I squeezed it hard to show my appreciation. Then it was his turn to groan. He giggled and whispered, "If you keep that up, I may just have to fuck you again." And he gave a hard shove again, to show what he meant. He may not be Tom, but oh fuck, his thick cock still felt good. I was getting over my sudden little crisis. I'd stopped crying and said I was sorry and quickly wiped away the tears with the back of my hand.
He was still holding me tight, "Don't ever feel sorry for telling me how you feel, I'm not just your teacher and the guy who loves to fuck your arse. I'm a friend first and foremost. And friends are there to help and support us. I'll always be your friend, Neil, never forget that.
I felt a wave of affection for this beautiful man, and kissed his hand.
"Thanks Jamie. I really needed this. More even than your cock I need your friendship. Seeing you with Martin just reminds me what I'm missing."
"You'll always have both, my cock and my friendship just as long as you want them too. Do you want me to make love to you again? I'm not Tom, but I'm here, and I love your cunt Neil, and I want to fill it with more cum as my gift to you."
I groaned by way of reply, and once again he began the gentle thrusting. Every time his cock went in and out that mushroom head rubbed my prostate and new waves of pleasure surged through my body. He was in no hurry; this wasn't a hard fuck, though I guessed it would become so in the end. He was making love to me, and he was making love to my boy cunt. He was licking my ear, and running his hand up my body, tweaking my tits. This was his offering of affection and I took it as that, and loved it as that.
So, I just relaxed into the fuck, luxuriating in the joy of being taken long and deep. And I wasn't just a passive receiver, as the pleasure grew so did my participation, I squeezed his cock with my arse muscles and thrust back to meet every lung of his cock. I groaned and told him to fuck me harder, deeper, longer. I told him to make me his bitch, his whore, told him to slime my cunt good. I told him I was his dirty slut.
He loved slutty talk just like I did, and his fucking went into overdrive. He pounded my arse but good, just like I knew he would as he lost himself more and more in the fuck.
I was wanking furiously all this time, and as I felt the final massive shove into my arse and the small jerks as I knew he would be filling it with its second load of cum that evening, I blew my own load into my hand. I was always careful to catch it in my hand so I could eat it or share it. As I felt him relax, I slowly brought the cum to my mouth and sucked it up greedily; warm rich boycum, and plenty of it. I always cum a lot. His cock slipped from my hole and I turned over and looked down at him.
Jamie looked exhausted, his brow was sweaty and flushed, and he was panting with his mouth open. Which was good. I smiled down and being careful to keep my mouth closed, kissed him; then, as our lips met, I opened my mouth and let the heavy load of cum flow into his. He groaned and kissed me harder, slobbering over the warm sperm, before swallowing it down.
"Shit Neil, you always have a little surprise!"
"You gave me your cum. I've given you mine." We went on gently kissing, until we heard the key in the lock and the flat door opening.
"That'll be Martin, I told him you were coming over and he said he'd try and be back before you left." I lay down beside him and looked at the cum still around his mouth. There was a sound of talking, Martin had another boy with him. The bedroom door opened and Martin and Keith came in, dressed in tennis whites, and still holding their rackets. Martin came over and grinned down at us.
"Cunt well filled, slutboy?" Slutboy was what everyone called me after they'd seen the video, even Tom.
"Very well, thanks. Jamie's done his usual good job. Thanks for lending him to me." Martin bent down and lovingly kissed his lover, licking up my cum as he did so.
"They call you Slutboy, I think we should call my lover Fuckmachine!" It was clear from the way Jamie reached up and pulled Martin in for a deeper kiss, and how he smiled at him afterwards, that he was pretty happy with that title. And why wouldn't he be?
Keith came over too, grinning down at us. I smiled back looking greedily at the hard ridge of his big cock, that was clearly outlined by the thin cotton tennis shorts. "I hardly ever see you Neil, when you're not having sex with someone, usually with a cock in your cunt!"
"Yeah? Well, that's because it's quite often with you, and it's your cock, Dickwad." I replied.
Jamie chuckled beside me. "Well, it's a talented cunt and very well trained, so of course it gets fucked a lot. In fact Keith, it's empty now, and well primed, I'm sure Neil would welcome your cock as well. Ain't that right slutboy? You've got room for another load of cum up there?
"I've always got room for more cum in my arse." I said with a grin. And to prove it I pushed the bedsheet off me and lying on my back I raised my legs up, and back, holding them open with my crooked arms. I loved Keith's chocolate brown cock, especially when it was ploughing my arse. I felt a little fart and a dribble of cum flowed out as I did so - my cunt was very well primed. I flashed a wide welcoming grin up at him, as I saw him quickly pulling off his trainers and pushing down his shorts, which was all he was wearing. He didn't bother to take off his T-shirt. His thick dark cock was already hard. I felt that tingle of anticipation run down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my head stood up.
Keith wasted no time before climbing onto the bed, and diving into my sloppy arse for a taste of Jamie's cum. He licked and sucked for a few moments then quickly shuffled forward and roughly pushed his cock in my cunt. No finesse, no hesitation, just lined it up and pushed it home. Fuck, it felt good!
I groaned, "Oh yes, fuck my hole, Keith. Fuck. Fuck." He leaned down and kissed me, so I got a taste of Jamie's cum mixed with my arse juice.
And he didn't waste time on gentle fucking either, he slammed home and went on banging my arse hard, like a man on a mission. I thought he was going to cum quickly. But no, he held off to maximise his pleasure. He fucked me slowly and fast, but always hard, forcing his cock in as far as it would go each time. I made sure of it too. I held his slim hips and pulled them hard into me. I guess he could feel the slew of spunk already there, and was enjoying the thought of his cock soaking and sliding in it. He fucked me hard for maybe fifteen minutes until I was whimpering with pleasure. The only thing that was missing was a cock in my mouth too. I arched my back to receive the pounding, and slammed back down, my mouth open and my eyes closed.
He was a noisy cummer, announcing to no-one in particular.
"Oh fuck Neil, I'm coming in your arse!"
Then with one huge push, and slightly twisting his cock, he flooded my arse with more cum, in four jerky bursts deep inside me. Shit how I loved being a cum dump. He flopped down on top of me, frantically kissing me and telling me how much he loved my cunt. I told him how much I loved his cock as well, and squeezed it as much as I was able after the pounding I'd just been given. I hadn't cum this time though. But as he slowly pulled his still hard cock from my arse and shuffling forward for me to suck the cum and arse juice from it, I came across my tummy and the six pack I was desperately trying to develop. I scooped it up and sucked my fingers, then offered some to him.
When I looked around, I realised that Jamie and Martin had left to go to the bathroom. No guessing what they were doing, the only question was who was drinking whose?
Keith laid down next to me, he lazily ran his fingers through the remains of my cum, and then licked them clean. I closed my eyes, and squeezed my arse, enjoying the slimy feel of a cunt well filled. I thought again of Tom. One day soon I had to see him; had to kiss him, had to suck his cock; had to get fucked by him. Until then I would just have to be satisfied with the cocks that were around! Jamie was right, it wasn't just sex with these guys. There was a real connection too. I knew these boys, they were friends, mates, we looked out for each other, and we fucked each other. (well, I suppose it was mostly them fucking me).
Keith and I lay quietly together enjoying the afterglow of good sex. I thought some more about my sudden sadness while I was with Jamie. I'd got over it for now, but I also realised that I needed to see Tom, and I needed to see him soon. With that thought I slowly disentangled myself from Keith, smiled down at him and kissed him. He had soft dark, thick lips that were perfect for kissing so I didn't hurry. Jamie and Martin were still in the loo, so after I'd dressed, I quietly left the flat, and went back to my room.
I rang Tom's mobile, hoping I'd catch him before he went to dinner. And I was in luck.
"Hi fuckboy," came his reassuring warm voice. I felt myself relaxing. "So tell me, how many loads have you got in your cunt?"
"Three, two from Jamie and one from Keith. And how many have you got in yours, lover?"
He giggled, "Only one so far but I'm meeting some guys tonight after hall, so I have high hopes for later. I aim to fill one too."
I smiled listening to him, "I wish you were filling mine Tom. I miss you so much."
There was a pause down the line, then he said softly, "I miss you too babe. When I fuck this boy later, I'll pretend it's you I'm fucking. When can you come down and stay? There're so many things I want to show you, and people I want you to meet."
"Can I come this weekend; I'm feeling desperate."
"That would be great. Come on Friday evening then we'll have the whole weekend to fuck as much as we like. And Neil, bring the video with you. I want to see it. David told me all about it and I want to see my lover being gangbanged."
"I'd like to see Oxford too, as well as get fucked by you."
"O we can do that believe me. And there are people here who are looking forward to meeting you too. Shit, I love you Neil!"
"I love you too Tom. More than you can ever know."