Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA.
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. It contains themes and situations that are not suitable for those not considered adults in their communities. It also contains naughty words. All characters in this story are intended to be portrayed as adults and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange, disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they are described as doing.
The following is part ten of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Sleepover by AKA
9:33 P.M.
Mrs. Kohmfetter flashed a thumbs up to her daughter as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. I was sitting on the couch in the living room while Tanya stood next to her mother in the kitchen ... bouncing up and down on her toes in anticipation.
"That's terrific, Mrs. Cocker. I'm glad we can work something out. And don't worry about a thing -- I'll take good care of your son tonight."
Tanya jumped up and down in excitement and looked over at me with an excited grin.
"Oh, yes. I agree that they're a bit old for a traditional 'sleepover', but I promise to keep an eye on things. I remember the thoughts that crossed my mind when I was a teenager, but don't worry ..." she paused and opened her mouth in a silent laugh directed at her daughter, " ... I'll make sure Bobby keeps his head where it belongs."
She and Tanya stifled a giggle.
Her eyes widened again as she listened. "What ... now what's that? You say you're concerned because Bobby hasn't been eating much at dinner lately?" Tanya clapped her hand over her mouth and nearly doubled over in laughter, but Mrs. K kept her composure. "Well, I have to admit that that's my daughter's fault. She and Bobby are constantly stopping for little 'snack breaks'." A muffled squeal of laughter attempted to escape from behind Tanya's fingers. Mrs. K's faced was flushéd and grinning and she wiped a tear from her cheek. "But you needn't be concerned, I've always stressed to my daughter the importance of a healthy, high protein diet."
She covered the phone with her hand as she doubled over herself in silent hilarity.
"I'm sorry ... what was ... oh yes, I do think they make a lovely young couple. In fact, Bobby's treatment of my daughter has been so wonderful over these last few months that I think he's earned a special treat. It will be nice for him to wake up in the morning knowing that his girlfriend will have breakfast ready for him." She spread out her knees and stood bowlegged and pointed lewdly toward her own crotch. Tanya slapped her thighs as her body convulsed.
"In fact ..." Mrs K's voice dropped like she was being secretive, " ... if you ask me, that boy might just pop the question once he gets a ... " she looked at Tanya, stuck out her tongue and curled it upward in an exaggerated lapping motion, " ... 'taste' of what married life will be like." Tanya had to move away from the phone to avoid her giggling being overheard.
"What? Oh, of course ... yes ... I'm jumping the gun. These two have miles to go before they get to the altar. They'll have to get there just like everyone else -- a few inches at a time." She cradled the phone with her shoulder and held up her hands to Tanya -- about 8 or 9 inches apart. Tanya nearly screamed and bit her knuckle to keep quiet.
"Yes .. yes ... it's been nice talking to you, too. Oh, and don't fret ... we'll send Bobby home well fed. In fact, Tanya's been looking for the opportunity to serve him some special breakfast sausage for some time now." She formed a cylinder with her fingers and pumped it in front of her mouth; Tanya nearly had to leave the room. "Ok ... ok then ... we'll talk to you again. B'bye now."
The two of them came out of the kitchen with their arms around one another, barely able to walk as they were laughing so hard. Tanya plopped down on the couch next to me and curled up against me. "You hear that, Bobby? You get to spend the night! We are going to have such a great time!"
I smiled at her. I have to admit, the prospect of getting to sleep with her sounded really nice.
Mrs K took a seat in a chair across the coffee table. She picked up a small black book from the table and began to leaf through it. "Now, we are defintely going to need some ... reinforcements. Bobby, tell me ..." she looked up at me, obviously stifling a grin, " ... do you like Italian?"
The shrieks of laughter nearly deafened me. I could tell it was going to be a long night.
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12:07 A.M.
I was having trouble falling asleep. I was having trouble breathing, for that matter. Tanya had said she wanted to spend our first night together 'locked in a loving embrace'. I agreed, of course, only to find out that 'loving embrace' really meant 'her thighs around my ears'.
Tanya was lying on top of me in a 69 position. Her head was resting on right my thigh. I could tell from her breathing ... and drooling ... that she was asleep, but the hand she had clenched around my dick occasionally twitched or squeezed as she slept. I was, of course, rock hard again. Having cum twice already that evening, the intermittant stroking, squeezing, and even sucking she'd done while I cleaned sperm from her ravaged pussy only served to bring me oh-so-close to another orgasm. Sometimes I could swear she'd stop at the most frustating of moments intentionally, but she ... she wouldn't do that, right? I know how much and how hard she came from my licking; I know it's hard for her to concentrate on me ... and it's my own fault, really. Once she got started on a string of orgasms and the combined pussy juices and thick semen began to flow into my mouth, there was really no stopping me. I ... I just couldn't help myself anymore.
And I could certainly imagine why she'd be tired -- holding her legs in the air for as long as she had would certainly be exhausting.
Tanya's mother had spent only a few minutes on the phone, but within 15 minutes there were three young, athletic looking guys there wearing fraternity jackets. Mrs K gathered us all together back in the 'den of iniquity' where I was introduced as 'Tanya's fluffer'. They hardly looked at me -- which was expected since Tanya was sitting in a chair wearing a super short dress she'd dug up ... and no panties. As she sat with a finger between her teeth and one knee rocking back and forth, she intermittantly flashed the trio. One of the guys actually patted me on the head as he said, "Hey, how ya doin'? Hold this, wouldja?" ... and handed me his pants.
While that guy immediately tackled Tanya and buried his cock between her legs, Mrs K. sat the other guys down on the couch and directed me between the knees of one while she sat before the other. The guys' eyes were riveted on the action -- it sounded like Tanya was having a good time. I tried to look back and see what was happening, but Mrs K insisted I keep my head between my 'guest's legs ... and his cock in my mouth.
"Your goal as a fluffer, Bobby," she'd said, "is not to make him cum in your mouth -- as much as you might want him to -- but to keep or get him hard for the woman you love. Don't stroke too regularly, but rather massage, suck, nibble, and lick. You've got talent, Bobby, so I know you'll be able to coax two or maybe three hardons from these guys. She loves cocks, Bobby, but she loves them rock hard with well stroked, sperm filled balls. By making sure she has a constant supply of what she loves, you're proving your own love for her."
I hardly listened. I knew what to do -- what she wanted of me. I'd had a cock in my mouth for the first time only a few hours before, but it almost seemed like old hat already. I heard a quiet grunt of approval from the frat boy as I dipped my head and sucked in his cockhead. I bobbed my head in time with the whap, whap, whap of body on body behind me and gently squeezed and kneaded his balls.
Somewhere during the evening, Mrs K disappeared with the third guy, but I managed to get three hardons out of one and two from the other. My jaw ached badly, so I was glad when Twofer pushed me away and collapsed on the couch as Threefer finished off his last one inside Tanya. When he was finally done (it took awhile, mind you), he rolled over and ********** on the floor. Even though I'd spent the past two hours with a dick in my mouth, I still couldn't resist crawling between his legs and getting one last taste of pussy, cum, and cock. When I was done, Tanya staggered to her feet, grabbed hold of my long-aching boner, and silently led me to her bed. She kissed me once softly on the lips, straddled my face, and fed me the five cumloads that had resulted from all my work. Moments later, she was asleep.
The events of the evening swam through my head. My stomach was in knots ... which wasn't surprising considering that my 'dinner' had consisted of nearly a dozen loads of semen. Ever since Tanya had milked that first cumload in my mouth back in the parking lot, my brain had been in an absolute tizzy. From the way Tanya and her mother were acting, it was as if a switch had been flipped -- a switch that said 'cocksucker'. They simply expected it from me from now on.
I has spent the evening going along with it like it was all ... 'normal'. Sure, they'd 'explained' everything to me just like they'd 'explained' everything in the past, but now I couldn't believe how I'd just gone along with it. Eagerly, at times, I had to admit. Too eagerly. It was bad enough that I got a hardon with a cock in my mouth, but to actually have an orgasm when it spurted down my throat? Twice? It just wasn't ... normal.
There was only one explanation.
Queer.
I was going queer.
As I drifted off to sleep, that thought echoed through my head.
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2:24 A.M.
A couple of hours later, Tanya finally rolled off of me in a deep sleep. I was a bit thirsty and my mouth was pretty gummy from all the cum and pussy juice, so I thought a drink of orange juice or something might help me sleep. I slipped quietly out of bed, tiptoed carefully through the piles of laundry strewn about Tanya's teenage disaster of a bedroom. I pulled on some underwear (trying to retain *some* sense of modesty) and went down to the kitchen.
The orange juice tasted really good ... especially compared to the residue left in my mouth. I also had to pee, so I headed for the back bathroom. On the way, I noticed that the door to the 'Den of Iniquity' was half open and I could see a low light within. I heard ... somthing, so I crept quietly over to the door and peeked in.
The sounds I'd heard were the soft moans of Tanya's mom orgasming strongly as she firmly gripped the hair of the head busily slurping away between her wide spread legs. The thin frame between her legs wasn't the frat boy she'd disappeared with, so I just instinctively knew this was Mrs. K's cumsucker. Or one of them, from her previous comments. Her body reeled and contorted and moved in ways that I'd only known from Tanya's reactions when I licked sperm from inside her. The body beneath her reacted by attacking her pussy with even greater ferocity, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her in tightly. It was an incredibly sexy scene ... and I could only wonder if Tanya and I looked anywhere near the same.
As I watched, I felt a strange sensation of calm and ease come over me. Somehow, I'd always had the impression that I was the only one who'd been coerced into such a position. Sure, Tanya and Mrs K were always talking like there were 'cumsuckers everywhere', but this was the first proof I'd seen. Suddenly, I didn't feel like such a freak anymore. It felt ... good. My poor aching dick stirred to life once again as I watched his eager spermy-cuntlapping and her body-racking orgasms. Cumsucking was ... hot.
I actually started to stroke myself while watching, but ... that seemed even too weird for this house. Plus, I felt a bit guilty about staring at the two of them, so I slipped into the bathroom down the hall. Not wanting to be discovered, I left the light off and decided to sit down on the toilet to pee more quietly -- I even made a mental note to remember to flush the next morning. My dick had gotten hard enough watching them even for those few seconds that it took a minute or two for it to get soft enough to pee.
But all my efforts at stealth proved pointless. As I left the bathroom, I spotted the young man as he was quietly pulling shut the door to the den behind him. He didn't notice me at first and I watched as he brought the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe away a bit of the shiny glaze of semen that coated his whole face. Then he licked the back of his hand ... and smiled.
I hoped he might head for the front door and never see me, but turned toward the back door ... straight toward me.
He stopped short upon spotting me in the dim light. I just stood there quietly, unsure of what to do. His eyes grew wide in shock at first, but then his face changed drastically. As he looked me up and down, his face took on a competetive, almost defensive look.
He glared at me like a dog protecting its dinner, I swear.
But then, just as quickly as his face grew stern, it changed to a look of recognition. He broke into a nervous smile and quietly approached me.
"Oh. Um .. Hi. You're Bobby, right?"
I was still in shock, so I answered simply, "Y-yeah."
"I'm Deke. We .. uh .. sat across from each other in the 4th grade, remember?"
"Yeah."
His eyes shifted nervously for a moment, but he continued. "Y-you're ... you're Tanya's boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah."
"She lets you suck the sperm from her twat, doesn't she?"
I took a sharp breath inward. He knew! Oh my God, he knew! I panicked for just a second ... until I realized that I'd seen him doing the exact same thing for Mrs. K just a minute ago. I relaxed, but I'd paused too long.
"You ... you are her cumsucker, right?" Deke asked, suddenly nervous again.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Ok. Cool. Tanya's nice." His eyes shifted back and forth as he'd obviously run out of things to say. "I'll ... uh ... see ya 'round." Deke gave me a quick nod. I nodded back and let him pass toward the back door. I turned to go back upstairs, but Deke stopped and said, "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Sasha ... Sasha says you sucked a guy off tonite."
My heart stopped again, but then I answered honestly, not really knowing how to lie to him. "Yeah."
"A lot of guys."
"Yeah."
"Is it ... "
Deke paused as his gaze dropped downward. I naturally looked down to see what he was looking at. First of all, I had sprouted a hard boner that was jutting forward, stretching out the fabric of the underwear I was wearing. But to my horror, I discovered that when I'd dressed in the dark upstairs to avoid waking Tanya, I'd accidentally put on a pair of her panties.
Even in the pale light, I could tell they were light pink. They even had a little miniature ribbon bow on the front. With a ruffle of lace. And a small wetspot forming beneath them.
I was horrified. Truly horrified. I looked back at him, my face wearing an expression of total embarrassment.
A smile began to form on Deke's face, but it wasn't the smirk of ridicule I'd expected. It was more of a happy look. A dopey sort of happiness.
"So ... it's as good as she says it is? Sucking cock, I mean?"
My dick had already answered the question. "Yeah." I had no other answer.
He broke into a wide grin. "Ok. Cool. Thanks."
He went out the back door without another word leaving me standing in the hallway.
I'd just been discussing cocksucking with another guy while wearing panties. And I'd popped a boner.
Queer.
I was going queer.
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4:43 A.M.
"Swallow it, Bobby. Swallow it all. Swallow allllll that cum."
The soft voice seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere as I slowly awoke.
"You love cum, Bobby. And you love cock. You looooove sucking cock."
I realized that my dick was as stiff as a board as I felt a gentle sensual tickle along its underside.
"Your mouth is sooooo lonely without cock, Bobby. You want to suck cock. You want it sooooo bad."
As I awoke fully, it took me a moment to realize exactly where I was. I was in Tanya's bed. Sleeping with my girlfriend for the first time. I remembered crawling back into bed with her ... remembering something about being sure to remove my ... panties?
I lifted my head up woozily and realized she was lying with her head on my belly. I could feel her fingernails grazing the sensitive skin near the head of my dick. I could feel her breath flutter against it as she spoke.
"Your dickie gets soooo hard when you taste cock. You cum soooo hard when it spurts into your mouth."
As she spoke??!? Was that her speaking? It seemed like I could barely hear a whisper of sorts. My brain shook off the last of its sleepy fuzz as I lifted my head up and said, "Honey?!"
"Huh? Oh, good morning, baby," she said cheerfully. "You were dreaming. Talking in your sleep, too. Something about cocks and cum."
I was dreaming? Talking?
"You must have been dreaming about all that manmeat you choked down last night. I mean, look how hard your winky is just thinking about it. I was just staring at it, baby. It's so pretty, and shiny, and CUTE when it gets so stiff from dreaming about cocks."
The memories and fears of the night before came flooding back. That's right. For an all too brief time, I'd managed to forget I was a cocksucker, but Tanya managed to remind me only seconds after I woke up.
My head crashed back into the pillow as I sobbed from frustration. It hadn't been a dream. In fact, my worst nightmare -- the worst nightmare of every teenage boy -- was coming true: I was turning queer.
"Honey??!" she said with concern. "Now, what's the matter? Don't worry, baby. We'll find you some more cock soon."
"Noooo," I groaned, "I ... I don't want to suck cock."
She crawled up, straddled me, and sat on my stomach. "But honey, morning is the best time to give blowjobs. When the guys wake up in a little while with their morning wood, they'll be so appreciative of your mouth as you--"
"Tanya!" I cried, exasperated, "I don't w-want to."
"Oh, please, Bobby. Don't be silly. I know you're probably not hungry yet, what with those millions of spermies floating around in your tummy, but in a few hours, you'll--"
"Tanya, no! I don't want to. I don't want suck cock EVER!"
Silence. She just looked at me. Like she was ... confused.
"But ..." her eyebrows scrunched up in the middle, " ... but last night it seemed like you couldn't ever get enough meat down your gullet. I was so proud of you."
"I know, Tanya. I know, b-but that was last night. I've ... I've changed my m-mind and I just don't want to anymore, ok?" I don't have the slightest clue why I thought I could possibly get away with that explanation.
Tanya's head cocked to one side and an odd, knowing smile came across her face. "That's not really the problem, is it Bobby?" she asked, simply.
"W-w-what d-do you mean?" I sobbed.
"Isn't the problem really that you DO want to suck cock? That you want to suck it too much?"
"W-what?" I sniffled.
"Bobby, I saw the look on your face last night when you dove on Dave Hunsacker's cock. I saw your lil' pecker stiffen as you realized you could make him cum ... again ... in your mouth. I held your balls and felt them tighten and jump when he blew his load into your throat ... and you sprayed yours all over the floor. You *love* sucking cock, Bobby."
I trembled and my jaw quivered as I tried to avoid breaking down into complete hysterics. She was right. She knew.
"You think you're turning queer, don't you?"
YES!! Oh God, YES!!! I cried internally. "Yes," I wimpered aloud. "Oh, Tanya ... you understand. I love you so much. I ... I don't want to be gay. I don't want to be a cocksucker."
"Oh, Bobby. We've been over this so many times. I thought your love of spermsucking had long since outweighed any of those silly thoughts of being gay."
"But Tanya, eating you out was different. I love licking your pussy, but--"
"My hardfucked, cumslopped pussy, right?"
"Y-yes, I love eating your hardfucked, cumslopped pussy," I repeated, using the kind of terms I knew she liked to hear, "but sucking guys off is different, Tanya. It's just ... different. Your pussy is always ... well, *your* pussy. Even if it does have the sperm of another man inside--"
"Other 'men', usually. Many men," she corrected.
"Y-yes, the sperm of other men, but it's always *you*, if you know what I mean."
"So you're saying you only want to suck on cocks after they've shot off inside my cunt? You want to be a mere cleanup boy?"
"No, that's not what --"
"So you want guys to pound my box for awhile, but then pull out so you can finish them off in your mouth? I don't know, Bobby, some of the guys might not--"
"Tanya, that's not it eith--"
"Then when DO you want to suck cocks, Bobby?"
"I don't want to suck cocks, Tanya! At all! Ever!" I hissed in a sort of whispered-shout.
"Because it makes you feel gay? That's what you're saying?"
"Yes," I croaked. I began sobbing openly.
"Oh, Bobby!" she cried out in an exasperated voice. She rolled her eyes back, then crashed down onto the bed next to me. She rolled over on top of me and looked me eye to eye.
"Bobby, if you're going to be any kind of decent cumsucker, you've got to let go of this crap! That's not YOU talking, it's all those silly young *men* and their old fashioned ideas about who's gay and who's straight. They don't understand, Bobby. They don't understand that you're not gay or straight by any means they use to define it -- you're my Bobby. My sweet, darling, cumsucking Bobby."
The loving look on her face made it impossible for me to avoid smiling.
"I can understand why you're worried, Bobby. Heck, you had *me* pretty worried the way you dove on Dave's cock last night after he pulled out of me."
My eyes widened as I immediately felt the accusation in her words.
"But then, Bobby ... then I felt the loving strokes of your tongue on my fuckbattered pussy flesh. Felt the gentle touch of your lips as you sought out every drop of semen from within my raw cunt. I knew then, Bobby -- just like I know every time -- that you were mine. Truly mine. And when your mouth went back to his cock to milk out a second cum, but your eyes stayed on me, I still knew you were mine. It takes a special kind of person to be so secure with their place in the world that they can voraciously vacuum a cum-filled pussy and yet so eagerly suck a cock until it explodes in their mouth. You are that kind of person, Bobby."
I was pretty sure she was meaning all that to be a compliment, but before I could think about it, her face took on a serious look. She grasped my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye.
"Bobby, I know that you've got what it takes to feel just as sexually secure when you're stroking off some man meat as when you're lapping sperm from my gash, but you've *got* to ... stay ... focused! You can't let those stupid little insecurities creep up on you, no matter what all the real men in town say about you, ok?" Her serious look turned even more serious. "You ... you do realize what will happen if you start listening to those silly thoughts, right?"
I shook my head. How could I possibly know where she was headed with this?
She sat up, straddling my belly. "Ok then, I'm going to tell you something important now and I need you to listen carefully. Are you with me?"
I nodded. Looking up at her, my mind suddenly drifted to how beautiful she looked in the soft light. She always looked beautiful when she 'explained' things to me.
"Ok honey, there are plenty of tiny dicked fellas in the world who have to rely on their tongues in order to even come close to pleasing a woman. Most of them eventually acknowledge the fact that their wives need real men with real cocks filling them up with real sperm. Recognizing how important it is to demonstrate their acceptance of the situation, the good ones quickly develop a taste for sperm and pussy. Every night throughout the world, happy little cumsuckers everywhere secure the bonds of their relationships with the beautiful act of eating creampie from their fresh-fucked wives."
She made it sound so ... simple. So ... perfect.
"Many times, Bobby, this relationship becomes special enough that these women decide to share their good fortunes with their men and allow them to suck some dick. As you've discovered tonight, it's the perfectly natural continuation of their relationship. Sadly, there's where the trouble often starts.
"With a lifetime of ridiculous prejudices and stereotypes in their heads, some men just can't separate sucking cock from being gay. No matter how much they've loved lapping that musky cockjuice from their wives' stretched out slits, the act of swallowing a load straight from the fleshpipe is just too much for them. Isn't that silly?"
I nodded, unsure of how else to react.
She continued, "And so they think they want to stop blowin' the ol' milkbone, but ... once you're a cocksucker, you can't just STOP. As you've demonstrated perfectly, Bobby, it just something that you 'little fellas' are born to do. Plus, once a woman has seen her little faggot's cheeks bulge as his mouth fills with her lover's spunk, there's no going back. So, they keep DOING it, of course. Night after night. After all, it's only right and proper in marriages like theirs, right?"
I nodded. What the hell, eh? As if there was any arguing with her when she was on a role.
"But, sadly, the feelings of being a queer just keep weighing on them. They resist it. They claim they don't want to suck cock. They can't balance their fear being gay with the simple act of smokin' a little dick. They think it somehow "makes" them gay. They begin to wonder if they're even sexually attracted to their wives ... the fragile human psyche takes over ... and soon they can't get it up anymore. It's sad, really ... you'd think that penises so small would be easy to stiffen up, but ... human fears are powerful things. Especially in you faggots, I guess."
I started to protest that last comment, but she cut me off.
"Now, it may surprise you, but even women with plenty of big-cocked lovers like to fuck their husbands occasionally. It's relaxing to lie back, tuck their knees behind their arms like ... *oof* ... this ... " she rolled back and demonstrated. I sat up in bed and my eyes grew wide in shock as she easily assumed a position I'd only thought possible of circus performers.
"See? It's sexy, huh? Even an orally fixated lil' cuntlapper like you might break tradition and actually stick it in for once, right?"
I was speechless. I just stared at those two wide spread, shaved, glistening, perfect holes. It would feel so good to --
"Heh, I didn't think so. So anyway, every so often, a good wife will lie back like this and let the lil' fellas jackhammer away into those fleshy folds. Maybe catch up on a little reading, y'know? It's a win-win situation. Every few months, hubby gets his rocks off ... she gets a good lickin' afterward ... perfect, right?
Wait, what was that part about 'didn't think so'?
"But when his constant fretting about simply sucking off a few of his wife's studs means that he can't even get wood for her anymore, the relationship begins to suffer. I mean, any woman just can't help but start to feel a bit insulted. And then things start to get bitter." She rolled forward in a smooth movement and we ended up face to face sitting on the bed. "And you know what happens next, don't you? Do you know, Bobby?"
I swallowed hard. The look on her face was a bit scary, actually. "N-n-no."
"That's when the feminization starts, Bobby. She'll turn him into a girl, sweetheart. A true babydoll sissy."
Oh crap!
"A bitter wife will have her husband blowing the gardening crew while wearing garters and stockings in no time. I mean, if he's too queer to fuck her, he might as well look the part, right? Not long after that, it's wigs and lipstick and mascara. Petticoats. Maid outfits. The works, Bobby.
My jaw hung open.
"Now, to be prefectly honest, Bobby, your small frame means you'd look fantastic in heels and a thong, but most of these guys look pretty ridiculous."
*COUGH* "What?!?" I actually spluttered that last part out loud, but she ignored me and continued.
"And they *say* they don't want it up the ass, but they said they didn't want to suck dick, right? And they've been doing that every night, so why not give the poop-chute a little reaming action? Sure, it starts with just a little bit of plastic and rubber, but ... dear God ... have you seen the size of some of the strapons they sell these days?"
I realized she was waiting for an answer. "Uhh ... no?"
"Well, and I don't imagine you'd want to, either. At least not bolted on to my belt when I'm comin' atcha with a gleam in my eye, right?" She got up on her knees and thrust her hips a few times ... all while emitting the most endearing little giggle.
"And it just gets worse from there, Bobby. These poor guys had the good life -- spermy snatches before bedtime and the joy of blowing her lovers goodbye in the morning. But they let their own stupid insecurities get the best of them and BAM! Soon they're decked out in miniskirt, wearing a leash, and being towed by their leatherclad wives into backalley clubs with no sign on the door." She stood up on the bed, standing spread legged and towering over me. She leaned down and asked quietly and succinctly, "Bobby, have you ever seen what a sissy's asshole looks like after he's been gangfucked by seven or eight monster-dicked black guys his wife picked up at a sex club?"
" ... no," I squeaked.
"Well, I have Bobby. And it looks HOT! I mean REALLY hot!" She brought her hands together in front of my face, her thumbs and forefingers making a circle about the diameter of a baseball. "The red, puffy hole is all stretched out and used and just as limp as poor hubby's peter was when he tried to fuck his wife. I creamed in my panties when I saw the cum drooling out into a puddle between his splayed out, quivering thighs. So did Mom."
I was stunned. "You've seen ... puffy hole ... wait ... did ... y-your Mom?"
"Yeah, this guy's wife is one of my mom's clients. Anyway, the poor bastard used to think that polishing a few pink soldiers for his wife somehow 'made' him queer, but no ... no, a six hour gangbang -- THAT's what made him queer! Once he'd taken a half mile of thick black dick up the ying-yang, there was really no denying it, right?"
I just looked at her. I'll assume the look in my eye at the time could only be described as ... sheer terror. But then she struck even harder.
She leaned in close again. Her voice was eerily quiet. "And he didn't have half as good a sissy-boy body as you do, baby. Your skinny little ass would look AWESOME impaled on a thick, stiff pole of blackmeat, I gotta say. Most sissy faggots have to suck off half the club while their wives recruit the gay daddies for the reaming session, but with your legs ... wow, just put you in a plaid skirt and grow you some proper pigtails and even the straightest arrow of the bunch would gladly buttfuck you silly."
My heart was pounding. My breath came in short gasps.
She stood up straight again, pacing back and forth on the bed. "But as much as I'd enjoy staring at your gaping, cumsoaked ass every night, being the wife of a queer public fuckhole would be sooooo difficult. Scheduling the gang bangs, negotiating prices with all those ex-cons, remembering to charge extra for fistings ... boy ... I'm not sure I'm ready for it. Are you, Bobby?"
I just stared at her ... wide-eyed ... unable to speak.
"Is that what you want, Bobby?" She stopped moving and loomed over me. The look on her face frightened me. "Do you want to be a 24 hour fuckrag -- dragged off into a backroom at a moment's notice to serve up whatever hole your master-of-the-moment wants? Do you want a butthole that looks like hamburger meat fresh from the grinder? Do you want an asscave stretched so big that a baseball bat will feel like a ball point pen? Is that what you want? I can arrange it for you, Bobby. I can. I look DAMN good in leather, you know. Is that what you want, Bobby? Is it?"
Dear God, was she serious?! My heart was beating a mile a minute. I couldn't speak ... or breathe. I mentioned before those moments where you know your life is about to change. Well, this felt like another one of those moments. I was truly afraid. My mouth just hung open -- my brain unable to muster the will to say anything.
"Well, Bobby?"
As always ... to be continued ...
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Copyright (c) May, 2003 - A.K.A. The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for entertainment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is done purely to make them look like the total perverts that they are. Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of the surgeon general's office. They think it's pretty damn freaky, too. AKA
Comments: akaCockBobber(at)yahoo(dot)com
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. It contains themes and situations that are not suitable for those not considered adults in their communities. It also contains naughty words. All characters in this story are intended to be portrayed as adults and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange, disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they are described as doing.
The following is part ten of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Sleepover by AKA
9:33 P.M.
Mrs. Kohmfetter flashed a thumbs up to her daughter as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. I was sitting on the couch in the living room while Tanya stood next to her mother in the kitchen ... bouncing up and down on her toes in anticipation.
"That's terrific, Mrs. Cocker. I'm glad we can work something out. And don't worry about a thing -- I'll take good care of your son tonight."
Tanya jumped up and down in excitement and looked over at me with an excited grin.
"Oh, yes. I agree that they're a bit old for a traditional 'sleepover', but I promise to keep an eye on things. I remember the thoughts that crossed my mind when I was a teenager, but don't worry ..." she paused and opened her mouth in a silent laugh directed at her daughter, " ... I'll make sure Bobby keeps his head where it belongs."
She and Tanya stifled a giggle.
Her eyes widened again as she listened. "What ... now what's that? You say you're concerned because Bobby hasn't been eating much at dinner lately?" Tanya clapped her hand over her mouth and nearly doubled over in laughter, but Mrs. K kept her composure. "Well, I have to admit that that's my daughter's fault. She and Bobby are constantly stopping for little 'snack breaks'." A muffled squeal of laughter attempted to escape from behind Tanya's fingers. Mrs. K's faced was flushéd and grinning and she wiped a tear from her cheek. "But you needn't be concerned, I've always stressed to my daughter the importance of a healthy, high protein diet."
She covered the phone with her hand as she doubled over herself in silent hilarity.
"I'm sorry ... what was ... oh yes, I do think they make a lovely young couple. In fact, Bobby's treatment of my daughter has been so wonderful over these last few months that I think he's earned a special treat. It will be nice for him to wake up in the morning knowing that his girlfriend will have breakfast ready for him." She spread out her knees and stood bowlegged and pointed lewdly toward her own crotch. Tanya slapped her thighs as her body convulsed.
"In fact ..." Mrs K's voice dropped like she was being secretive, " ... if you ask me, that boy might just pop the question once he gets a ... " she looked at Tanya, stuck out her tongue and curled it upward in an exaggerated lapping motion, " ... 'taste' of what married life will be like." Tanya had to move away from the phone to avoid her giggling being overheard.
"What? Oh, of course ... yes ... I'm jumping the gun. These two have miles to go before they get to the altar. They'll have to get there just like everyone else -- a few inches at a time." She cradled the phone with her shoulder and held up her hands to Tanya -- about 8 or 9 inches apart. Tanya nearly screamed and bit her knuckle to keep quiet.
"Yes .. yes ... it's been nice talking to you, too. Oh, and don't fret ... we'll send Bobby home well fed. In fact, Tanya's been looking for the opportunity to serve him some special breakfast sausage for some time now." She formed a cylinder with her fingers and pumped it in front of her mouth; Tanya nearly had to leave the room. "Ok ... ok then ... we'll talk to you again. B'bye now."
The two of them came out of the kitchen with their arms around one another, barely able to walk as they were laughing so hard. Tanya plopped down on the couch next to me and curled up against me. "You hear that, Bobby? You get to spend the night! We are going to have such a great time!"
I smiled at her. I have to admit, the prospect of getting to sleep with her sounded really nice.
Mrs K took a seat in a chair across the coffee table. She picked up a small black book from the table and began to leaf through it. "Now, we are defintely going to need some ... reinforcements. Bobby, tell me ..." she looked up at me, obviously stifling a grin, " ... do you like Italian?"
The shrieks of laughter nearly deafened me. I could tell it was going to be a long night.
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12:07 A.M.
I was having trouble falling asleep. I was having trouble breathing, for that matter. Tanya had said she wanted to spend our first night together 'locked in a loving embrace'. I agreed, of course, only to find out that 'loving embrace' really meant 'her thighs around my ears'.
Tanya was lying on top of me in a 69 position. Her head was resting on right my thigh. I could tell from her breathing ... and drooling ... that she was asleep, but the hand she had clenched around my dick occasionally twitched or squeezed as she slept. I was, of course, rock hard again. Having cum twice already that evening, the intermittant stroking, squeezing, and even sucking she'd done while I cleaned sperm from her ravaged pussy only served to bring me oh-so-close to another orgasm. Sometimes I could swear she'd stop at the most frustating of moments intentionally, but she ... she wouldn't do that, right? I know how much and how hard she came from my licking; I know it's hard for her to concentrate on me ... and it's my own fault, really. Once she got started on a string of orgasms and the combined pussy juices and thick semen began to flow into my mouth, there was really no stopping me. I ... I just couldn't help myself anymore.
And I could certainly imagine why she'd be tired -- holding her legs in the air for as long as she had would certainly be exhausting.
Tanya's mother had spent only a few minutes on the phone, but within 15 minutes there were three young, athletic looking guys there wearing fraternity jackets. Mrs K gathered us all together back in the 'den of iniquity' where I was introduced as 'Tanya's fluffer'. They hardly looked at me -- which was expected since Tanya was sitting in a chair wearing a super short dress she'd dug up ... and no panties. As she sat with a finger between her teeth and one knee rocking back and forth, she intermittantly flashed the trio. One of the guys actually patted me on the head as he said, "Hey, how ya doin'? Hold this, wouldja?" ... and handed me his pants.
While that guy immediately tackled Tanya and buried his cock between her legs, Mrs K. sat the other guys down on the couch and directed me between the knees of one while she sat before the other. The guys' eyes were riveted on the action -- it sounded like Tanya was having a good time. I tried to look back and see what was happening, but Mrs K insisted I keep my head between my 'guest's legs ... and his cock in my mouth.
"Your goal as a fluffer, Bobby," she'd said, "is not to make him cum in your mouth -- as much as you might want him to -- but to keep or get him hard for the woman you love. Don't stroke too regularly, but rather massage, suck, nibble, and lick. You've got talent, Bobby, so I know you'll be able to coax two or maybe three hardons from these guys. She loves cocks, Bobby, but she loves them rock hard with well stroked, sperm filled balls. By making sure she has a constant supply of what she loves, you're proving your own love for her."
I hardly listened. I knew what to do -- what she wanted of me. I'd had a cock in my mouth for the first time only a few hours before, but it almost seemed like old hat already. I heard a quiet grunt of approval from the frat boy as I dipped my head and sucked in his cockhead. I bobbed my head in time with the whap, whap, whap of body on body behind me and gently squeezed and kneaded his balls.
Somewhere during the evening, Mrs K disappeared with the third guy, but I managed to get three hardons out of one and two from the other. My jaw ached badly, so I was glad when Twofer pushed me away and collapsed on the couch as Threefer finished off his last one inside Tanya. When he was finally done (it took awhile, mind you), he rolled over and ********** on the floor. Even though I'd spent the past two hours with a dick in my mouth, I still couldn't resist crawling between his legs and getting one last taste of pussy, cum, and cock. When I was done, Tanya staggered to her feet, grabbed hold of my long-aching boner, and silently led me to her bed. She kissed me once softly on the lips, straddled my face, and fed me the five cumloads that had resulted from all my work. Moments later, she was asleep.
The events of the evening swam through my head. My stomach was in knots ... which wasn't surprising considering that my 'dinner' had consisted of nearly a dozen loads of semen. Ever since Tanya had milked that first cumload in my mouth back in the parking lot, my brain had been in an absolute tizzy. From the way Tanya and her mother were acting, it was as if a switch had been flipped -- a switch that said 'cocksucker'. They simply expected it from me from now on.
I has spent the evening going along with it like it was all ... 'normal'. Sure, they'd 'explained' everything to me just like they'd 'explained' everything in the past, but now I couldn't believe how I'd just gone along with it. Eagerly, at times, I had to admit. Too eagerly. It was bad enough that I got a hardon with a cock in my mouth, but to actually have an orgasm when it spurted down my throat? Twice? It just wasn't ... normal.
There was only one explanation.
Queer.
I was going queer.
As I drifted off to sleep, that thought echoed through my head.
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2:24 A.M.
A couple of hours later, Tanya finally rolled off of me in a deep sleep. I was a bit thirsty and my mouth was pretty gummy from all the cum and pussy juice, so I thought a drink of orange juice or something might help me sleep. I slipped quietly out of bed, tiptoed carefully through the piles of laundry strewn about Tanya's teenage disaster of a bedroom. I pulled on some underwear (trying to retain *some* sense of modesty) and went down to the kitchen.
The orange juice tasted really good ... especially compared to the residue left in my mouth. I also had to pee, so I headed for the back bathroom. On the way, I noticed that the door to the 'Den of Iniquity' was half open and I could see a low light within. I heard ... somthing, so I crept quietly over to the door and peeked in.
The sounds I'd heard were the soft moans of Tanya's mom orgasming strongly as she firmly gripped the hair of the head busily slurping away between her wide spread legs. The thin frame between her legs wasn't the frat boy she'd disappeared with, so I just instinctively knew this was Mrs. K's cumsucker. Or one of them, from her previous comments. Her body reeled and contorted and moved in ways that I'd only known from Tanya's reactions when I licked sperm from inside her. The body beneath her reacted by attacking her pussy with even greater ferocity, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her in tightly. It was an incredibly sexy scene ... and I could only wonder if Tanya and I looked anywhere near the same.
As I watched, I felt a strange sensation of calm and ease come over me. Somehow, I'd always had the impression that I was the only one who'd been coerced into such a position. Sure, Tanya and Mrs K were always talking like there were 'cumsuckers everywhere', but this was the first proof I'd seen. Suddenly, I didn't feel like such a freak anymore. It felt ... good. My poor aching dick stirred to life once again as I watched his eager spermy-cuntlapping and her body-racking orgasms. Cumsucking was ... hot.
I actually started to stroke myself while watching, but ... that seemed even too weird for this house. Plus, I felt a bit guilty about staring at the two of them, so I slipped into the bathroom down the hall. Not wanting to be discovered, I left the light off and decided to sit down on the toilet to pee more quietly -- I even made a mental note to remember to flush the next morning. My dick had gotten hard enough watching them even for those few seconds that it took a minute or two for it to get soft enough to pee.
But all my efforts at stealth proved pointless. As I left the bathroom, I spotted the young man as he was quietly pulling shut the door to the den behind him. He didn't notice me at first and I watched as he brought the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe away a bit of the shiny glaze of semen that coated his whole face. Then he licked the back of his hand ... and smiled.
I hoped he might head for the front door and never see me, but turned toward the back door ... straight toward me.
He stopped short upon spotting me in the dim light. I just stood there quietly, unsure of what to do. His eyes grew wide in shock at first, but then his face changed drastically. As he looked me up and down, his face took on a competetive, almost defensive look.
He glared at me like a dog protecting its dinner, I swear.
But then, just as quickly as his face grew stern, it changed to a look of recognition. He broke into a nervous smile and quietly approached me.
"Oh. Um .. Hi. You're Bobby, right?"
I was still in shock, so I answered simply, "Y-yeah."
"I'm Deke. We .. uh .. sat across from each other in the 4th grade, remember?"
"Yeah."
His eyes shifted nervously for a moment, but he continued. "Y-you're ... you're Tanya's boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah."
"She lets you suck the sperm from her twat, doesn't she?"
I took a sharp breath inward. He knew! Oh my God, he knew! I panicked for just a second ... until I realized that I'd seen him doing the exact same thing for Mrs. K just a minute ago. I relaxed, but I'd paused too long.
"You ... you are her cumsucker, right?" Deke asked, suddenly nervous again.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Ok. Cool. Tanya's nice." His eyes shifted back and forth as he'd obviously run out of things to say. "I'll ... uh ... see ya 'round." Deke gave me a quick nod. I nodded back and let him pass toward the back door. I turned to go back upstairs, but Deke stopped and said, "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Sasha ... Sasha says you sucked a guy off tonite."
My heart stopped again, but then I answered honestly, not really knowing how to lie to him. "Yeah."
"A lot of guys."
"Yeah."
"Is it ... "
Deke paused as his gaze dropped downward. I naturally looked down to see what he was looking at. First of all, I had sprouted a hard boner that was jutting forward, stretching out the fabric of the underwear I was wearing. But to my horror, I discovered that when I'd dressed in the dark upstairs to avoid waking Tanya, I'd accidentally put on a pair of her panties.
Even in the pale light, I could tell they were light pink. They even had a little miniature ribbon bow on the front. With a ruffle of lace. And a small wetspot forming beneath them.
I was horrified. Truly horrified. I looked back at him, my face wearing an expression of total embarrassment.
A smile began to form on Deke's face, but it wasn't the smirk of ridicule I'd expected. It was more of a happy look. A dopey sort of happiness.
"So ... it's as good as she says it is? Sucking cock, I mean?"
My dick had already answered the question. "Yeah." I had no other answer.
He broke into a wide grin. "Ok. Cool. Thanks."
He went out the back door without another word leaving me standing in the hallway.
I'd just been discussing cocksucking with another guy while wearing panties. And I'd popped a boner.
Queer.
I was going queer.
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4:43 A.M.
"Swallow it, Bobby. Swallow it all. Swallow allllll that cum."
The soft voice seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere as I slowly awoke.
"You love cum, Bobby. And you love cock. You looooove sucking cock."
I realized that my dick was as stiff as a board as I felt a gentle sensual tickle along its underside.
"Your mouth is sooooo lonely without cock, Bobby. You want to suck cock. You want it sooooo bad."
As I awoke fully, it took me a moment to realize exactly where I was. I was in Tanya's bed. Sleeping with my girlfriend for the first time. I remembered crawling back into bed with her ... remembering something about being sure to remove my ... panties?
I lifted my head up woozily and realized she was lying with her head on my belly. I could feel her fingernails grazing the sensitive skin near the head of my dick. I could feel her breath flutter against it as she spoke.
"Your dickie gets soooo hard when you taste cock. You cum soooo hard when it spurts into your mouth."
As she spoke??!? Was that her speaking? It seemed like I could barely hear a whisper of sorts. My brain shook off the last of its sleepy fuzz as I lifted my head up and said, "Honey?!"
"Huh? Oh, good morning, baby," she said cheerfully. "You were dreaming. Talking in your sleep, too. Something about cocks and cum."
I was dreaming? Talking?
"You must have been dreaming about all that manmeat you choked down last night. I mean, look how hard your winky is just thinking about it. I was just staring at it, baby. It's so pretty, and shiny, and CUTE when it gets so stiff from dreaming about cocks."
The memories and fears of the night before came flooding back. That's right. For an all too brief time, I'd managed to forget I was a cocksucker, but Tanya managed to remind me only seconds after I woke up.
My head crashed back into the pillow as I sobbed from frustration. It hadn't been a dream. In fact, my worst nightmare -- the worst nightmare of every teenage boy -- was coming true: I was turning queer.
"Honey??!" she said with concern. "Now, what's the matter? Don't worry, baby. We'll find you some more cock soon."
"Noooo," I groaned, "I ... I don't want to suck cock."
She crawled up, straddled me, and sat on my stomach. "But honey, morning is the best time to give blowjobs. When the guys wake up in a little while with their morning wood, they'll be so appreciative of your mouth as you--"
"Tanya!" I cried, exasperated, "I don't w-want to."
"Oh, please, Bobby. Don't be silly. I know you're probably not hungry yet, what with those millions of spermies floating around in your tummy, but in a few hours, you'll--"
"Tanya, no! I don't want to. I don't want suck cock EVER!"
Silence. She just looked at me. Like she was ... confused.
"But ..." her eyebrows scrunched up in the middle, " ... but last night it seemed like you couldn't ever get enough meat down your gullet. I was so proud of you."
"I know, Tanya. I know, b-but that was last night. I've ... I've changed my m-mind and I just don't want to anymore, ok?" I don't have the slightest clue why I thought I could possibly get away with that explanation.
Tanya's head cocked to one side and an odd, knowing smile came across her face. "That's not really the problem, is it Bobby?" she asked, simply.
"W-w-what d-do you mean?" I sobbed.
"Isn't the problem really that you DO want to suck cock? That you want to suck it too much?"
"W-what?" I sniffled.
"Bobby, I saw the look on your face last night when you dove on Dave Hunsacker's cock. I saw your lil' pecker stiffen as you realized you could make him cum ... again ... in your mouth. I held your balls and felt them tighten and jump when he blew his load into your throat ... and you sprayed yours all over the floor. You *love* sucking cock, Bobby."
I trembled and my jaw quivered as I tried to avoid breaking down into complete hysterics. She was right. She knew.
"You think you're turning queer, don't you?"
YES!! Oh God, YES!!! I cried internally. "Yes," I wimpered aloud. "Oh, Tanya ... you understand. I love you so much. I ... I don't want to be gay. I don't want to be a cocksucker."
"Oh, Bobby. We've been over this so many times. I thought your love of spermsucking had long since outweighed any of those silly thoughts of being gay."
"But Tanya, eating you out was different. I love licking your pussy, but--"
"My hardfucked, cumslopped pussy, right?"
"Y-yes, I love eating your hardfucked, cumslopped pussy," I repeated, using the kind of terms I knew she liked to hear, "but sucking guys off is different, Tanya. It's just ... different. Your pussy is always ... well, *your* pussy. Even if it does have the sperm of another man inside--"
"Other 'men', usually. Many men," she corrected.
"Y-yes, the sperm of other men, but it's always *you*, if you know what I mean."
"So you're saying you only want to suck on cocks after they've shot off inside my cunt? You want to be a mere cleanup boy?"
"No, that's not what --"
"So you want guys to pound my box for awhile, but then pull out so you can finish them off in your mouth? I don't know, Bobby, some of the guys might not--"
"Tanya, that's not it eith--"
"Then when DO you want to suck cocks, Bobby?"
"I don't want to suck cocks, Tanya! At all! Ever!" I hissed in a sort of whispered-shout.
"Because it makes you feel gay? That's what you're saying?"
"Yes," I croaked. I began sobbing openly.
"Oh, Bobby!" she cried out in an exasperated voice. She rolled her eyes back, then crashed down onto the bed next to me. She rolled over on top of me and looked me eye to eye.
"Bobby, if you're going to be any kind of decent cumsucker, you've got to let go of this crap! That's not YOU talking, it's all those silly young *men* and their old fashioned ideas about who's gay and who's straight. They don't understand, Bobby. They don't understand that you're not gay or straight by any means they use to define it -- you're my Bobby. My sweet, darling, cumsucking Bobby."
The loving look on her face made it impossible for me to avoid smiling.
"I can understand why you're worried, Bobby. Heck, you had *me* pretty worried the way you dove on Dave's cock last night after he pulled out of me."
My eyes widened as I immediately felt the accusation in her words.
"But then, Bobby ... then I felt the loving strokes of your tongue on my fuckbattered pussy flesh. Felt the gentle touch of your lips as you sought out every drop of semen from within my raw cunt. I knew then, Bobby -- just like I know every time -- that you were mine. Truly mine. And when your mouth went back to his cock to milk out a second cum, but your eyes stayed on me, I still knew you were mine. It takes a special kind of person to be so secure with their place in the world that they can voraciously vacuum a cum-filled pussy and yet so eagerly suck a cock until it explodes in their mouth. You are that kind of person, Bobby."
I was pretty sure she was meaning all that to be a compliment, but before I could think about it, her face took on a serious look. She grasped my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye.
"Bobby, I know that you've got what it takes to feel just as sexually secure when you're stroking off some man meat as when you're lapping sperm from my gash, but you've *got* to ... stay ... focused! You can't let those stupid little insecurities creep up on you, no matter what all the real men in town say about you, ok?" Her serious look turned even more serious. "You ... you do realize what will happen if you start listening to those silly thoughts, right?"
I shook my head. How could I possibly know where she was headed with this?
She sat up, straddling my belly. "Ok then, I'm going to tell you something important now and I need you to listen carefully. Are you with me?"
I nodded. Looking up at her, my mind suddenly drifted to how beautiful she looked in the soft light. She always looked beautiful when she 'explained' things to me.
"Ok honey, there are plenty of tiny dicked fellas in the world who have to rely on their tongues in order to even come close to pleasing a woman. Most of them eventually acknowledge the fact that their wives need real men with real cocks filling them up with real sperm. Recognizing how important it is to demonstrate their acceptance of the situation, the good ones quickly develop a taste for sperm and pussy. Every night throughout the world, happy little cumsuckers everywhere secure the bonds of their relationships with the beautiful act of eating creampie from their fresh-fucked wives."
She made it sound so ... simple. So ... perfect.
"Many times, Bobby, this relationship becomes special enough that these women decide to share their good fortunes with their men and allow them to suck some dick. As you've discovered tonight, it's the perfectly natural continuation of their relationship. Sadly, there's where the trouble often starts.
"With a lifetime of ridiculous prejudices and stereotypes in their heads, some men just can't separate sucking cock from being gay. No matter how much they've loved lapping that musky cockjuice from their wives' stretched out slits, the act of swallowing a load straight from the fleshpipe is just too much for them. Isn't that silly?"
I nodded, unsure of how else to react.
She continued, "And so they think they want to stop blowin' the ol' milkbone, but ... once you're a cocksucker, you can't just STOP. As you've demonstrated perfectly, Bobby, it just something that you 'little fellas' are born to do. Plus, once a woman has seen her little faggot's cheeks bulge as his mouth fills with her lover's spunk, there's no going back. So, they keep DOING it, of course. Night after night. After all, it's only right and proper in marriages like theirs, right?"
I nodded. What the hell, eh? As if there was any arguing with her when she was on a role.
"But, sadly, the feelings of being a queer just keep weighing on them. They resist it. They claim they don't want to suck cock. They can't balance their fear being gay with the simple act of smokin' a little dick. They think it somehow "makes" them gay. They begin to wonder if they're even sexually attracted to their wives ... the fragile human psyche takes over ... and soon they can't get it up anymore. It's sad, really ... you'd think that penises so small would be easy to stiffen up, but ... human fears are powerful things. Especially in you faggots, I guess."
I started to protest that last comment, but she cut me off.
"Now, it may surprise you, but even women with plenty of big-cocked lovers like to fuck their husbands occasionally. It's relaxing to lie back, tuck their knees behind their arms like ... *oof* ... this ... " she rolled back and demonstrated. I sat up in bed and my eyes grew wide in shock as she easily assumed a position I'd only thought possible of circus performers.
"See? It's sexy, huh? Even an orally fixated lil' cuntlapper like you might break tradition and actually stick it in for once, right?"
I was speechless. I just stared at those two wide spread, shaved, glistening, perfect holes. It would feel so good to --
"Heh, I didn't think so. So anyway, every so often, a good wife will lie back like this and let the lil' fellas jackhammer away into those fleshy folds. Maybe catch up on a little reading, y'know? It's a win-win situation. Every few months, hubby gets his rocks off ... she gets a good lickin' afterward ... perfect, right?
Wait, what was that part about 'didn't think so'?
"But when his constant fretting about simply sucking off a few of his wife's studs means that he can't even get wood for her anymore, the relationship begins to suffer. I mean, any woman just can't help but start to feel a bit insulted. And then things start to get bitter." She rolled forward in a smooth movement and we ended up face to face sitting on the bed. "And you know what happens next, don't you? Do you know, Bobby?"
I swallowed hard. The look on her face was a bit scary, actually. "N-n-no."
"That's when the feminization starts, Bobby. She'll turn him into a girl, sweetheart. A true babydoll sissy."
Oh crap!
"A bitter wife will have her husband blowing the gardening crew while wearing garters and stockings in no time. I mean, if he's too queer to fuck her, he might as well look the part, right? Not long after that, it's wigs and lipstick and mascara. Petticoats. Maid outfits. The works, Bobby.
My jaw hung open.
"Now, to be prefectly honest, Bobby, your small frame means you'd look fantastic in heels and a thong, but most of these guys look pretty ridiculous."
*COUGH* "What?!?" I actually spluttered that last part out loud, but she ignored me and continued.
"And they *say* they don't want it up the ass, but they said they didn't want to suck dick, right? And they've been doing that every night, so why not give the poop-chute a little reaming action? Sure, it starts with just a little bit of plastic and rubber, but ... dear God ... have you seen the size of some of the strapons they sell these days?"
I realized she was waiting for an answer. "Uhh ... no?"
"Well, and I don't imagine you'd want to, either. At least not bolted on to my belt when I'm comin' atcha with a gleam in my eye, right?" She got up on her knees and thrust her hips a few times ... all while emitting the most endearing little giggle.
"And it just gets worse from there, Bobby. These poor guys had the good life -- spermy snatches before bedtime and the joy of blowing her lovers goodbye in the morning. But they let their own stupid insecurities get the best of them and BAM! Soon they're decked out in miniskirt, wearing a leash, and being towed by their leatherclad wives into backalley clubs with no sign on the door." She stood up on the bed, standing spread legged and towering over me. She leaned down and asked quietly and succinctly, "Bobby, have you ever seen what a sissy's asshole looks like after he's been gangfucked by seven or eight monster-dicked black guys his wife picked up at a sex club?"
" ... no," I squeaked.
"Well, I have Bobby. And it looks HOT! I mean REALLY hot!" She brought her hands together in front of my face, her thumbs and forefingers making a circle about the diameter of a baseball. "The red, puffy hole is all stretched out and used and just as limp as poor hubby's peter was when he tried to fuck his wife. I creamed in my panties when I saw the cum drooling out into a puddle between his splayed out, quivering thighs. So did Mom."
I was stunned. "You've seen ... puffy hole ... wait ... did ... y-your Mom?"
"Yeah, this guy's wife is one of my mom's clients. Anyway, the poor bastard used to think that polishing a few pink soldiers for his wife somehow 'made' him queer, but no ... no, a six hour gangbang -- THAT's what made him queer! Once he'd taken a half mile of thick black dick up the ying-yang, there was really no denying it, right?"
I just looked at her. I'll assume the look in my eye at the time could only be described as ... sheer terror. But then she struck even harder.
She leaned in close again. Her voice was eerily quiet. "And he didn't have half as good a sissy-boy body as you do, baby. Your skinny little ass would look AWESOME impaled on a thick, stiff pole of blackmeat, I gotta say. Most sissy faggots have to suck off half the club while their wives recruit the gay daddies for the reaming session, but with your legs ... wow, just put you in a plaid skirt and grow you some proper pigtails and even the straightest arrow of the bunch would gladly buttfuck you silly."
My heart was pounding. My breath came in short gasps.
She stood up straight again, pacing back and forth on the bed. "But as much as I'd enjoy staring at your gaping, cumsoaked ass every night, being the wife of a queer public fuckhole would be sooooo difficult. Scheduling the gang bangs, negotiating prices with all those ex-cons, remembering to charge extra for fistings ... boy ... I'm not sure I'm ready for it. Are you, Bobby?"
I just stared at her ... wide-eyed ... unable to speak.
"Is that what you want, Bobby?" She stopped moving and loomed over me. The look on her face frightened me. "Do you want to be a 24 hour fuckrag -- dragged off into a backroom at a moment's notice to serve up whatever hole your master-of-the-moment wants? Do you want a butthole that looks like hamburger meat fresh from the grinder? Do you want an asscave stretched so big that a baseball bat will feel like a ball point pen? Is that what you want? I can arrange it for you, Bobby. I can. I look DAMN good in leather, you know. Is that what you want, Bobby? Is it?"
Dear God, was she serious?! My heart was beating a mile a minute. I couldn't speak ... or breathe. I mentioned before those moments where you know your life is about to change. Well, this felt like another one of those moments. I was truly afraid. My mouth just hung open -- my brain unable to muster the will to say anything.
"Well, Bobby?"
As always ... to be continued ...
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Copyright (c) May, 2003 - A.K.A. The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for entertainment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is done purely to make them look like the total perverts that they are. Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of the surgeon general's office. They think it's pretty damn freaky, too. AKA
