Beginner Boy to Cum Slut By Storyguy22
This is total fiction, no one got hurt, and a lot of it felt awesome!
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Scotty was naked, hunkered down in front his computer in his darkened bedroom. His young cock was steely hard in that way that teen boys have, and as he scrolled through the stunning picture files posted on his favorite gay porn site he idly stroked it with his free hand.
The boy had recently turned fifteen, and while that might have seemed a bit early in life to form any kind of near obsession, Scotty had definitely done just that, his personal angst being centered on, of all things, an unwavering desire to suck another guys cock, and swallow his load.
This desire had first manifested about a year ago, at the beginning of his high school years when as a freshman he had for the first time experienced a locker room filled with other naked and near-naked boys. He wasn't really sure why he had never given even a single thought to the fact that high school gym class would include shared nudity, but he was definitely sure that now that it happened on a daily basis five days a week, that he totally loved that few minutes of his otherwise bland school day.
A couple of interesting things had developed from his early exposure to such visual delights, the first being his discovery of definite sexual urgings coursing through his slender body as he subtly watched his classmates showering and dressing after class, his hungry gaze irresistibly drawn to the myriad of fully exposed penis's, dangling ball sacks, and cute little asses that cavorted about the locker room. The second spinoff that came from this buffet of naked teen boys was the clear understanding that his own male equipment measured up in a quite acceptable way when compared to his peers. As it is with most teen boys entering puberty Scotty had spent a fair amount of time agonizing that his cock and balls were small, and nowhere near to reaching the grand proportions of the stars of his favorite porn web sites. While any opportunity to glimpse a boy in full erection in gym class was rare, he was reasonably satisfied that his own five inches of rigid erection would certainly reach average for his age, at least.
With the passage of time Scotty had increasingly surrendered to his growing addiction to the internet and the seemingly endless offerings of gay porn. Of the wide cornucopia of wild sex scenes offered online Scotty had eventually begun centering his searches on the depiction of gay male oral sex, and a steady diet of that powerful vitamin being fed to his raging hormones quickly developed his current obsession with actually performing the act himself. He had tried a variety of static substitute items to simulate sucking a cock, the array including a banana, cucumbers of various sizes, carrots, and all manner of other cylindrical shaped objects. He would close his eyes as he fisted his hardness while slurping noisily on one of these implements, his mind struggling to imagine a real penis filling his mouth with warm, smooth hardness until it eventually erupted and spewed gallons of thick syrup over his tongue and down his throat. He dearly loved the videos and .jpg files that clearly showed copious amounts of the white treasure flooding a sucking mouth or an eagerly upturned face, and he was desperate to have that flooded mouth or painted face be his own. To that end Scotty began focusing his attentions, his primal goal in life becoming his obsession to become a cocksucker, and hopefully soon.
He had spent considerable time carefully paring down his list of possible boys that he thought might just be a willing participant on his quest, and when he had arrived at his friend and nearby neighbor Ryan, he began carefully crafting a scenario wherein he might be successful in getting the slightly older boys cock into his mouth.
Ryan was seventeen, and a senior classman to Scott's sophomore year status, and the two year age difference had never seemed an issue between the two boys. A few years back Ryan had already lived in the neighborhood when Scotty's family had moved in several houses away and the two young boys had soon become friends, hanging out together after school and during the summers. When Ryan had turned sixteen and gained the freedom of driving, he had readily allowed Scotty to ride around with him frequently, and when Scotty had entered high school Ryan fell into the habit of driving his to and from school regularly. It was along the lines of being in the car with Ryan somewhere, or the frequent opportunities for them to spend time alone at Scotty's house after school until the late evening when Scotty's parents returned from work that Scotty narrowed his planning regarding location, and with that decided he began concentrating on the "how" portion of his scheme.
He clicked the mouse, opening a new web page, and as his eyes darted over the new pictures it displayed his mind focused on his friend Ryan, a clear image of the good looking senior forming in his mind. At just short of six feet tall and probably 160 pounds Ryan was measurably bigger than the slight Scotty who topped out at five foot eight, and barely 140 pounds. His older body was more developed as well with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and Scotty knew that Ryan had muscular legs from having seen him often in shorts. What Scotty did not know was what Ryan was packing inside those shorts, but he had often caught glimpses of what appeared ample equipment stirring there as the two boys played hoops, or other activities. In truth Scotty really didn't give a damn how big or small Ryan's cock was, he was, God willing, going to suck it anyway, it was just simply a matter of where, and when.
Scotty opened a new video file, and the computer screen was suddenly filled with an HD image of a thick erection depositing a load of cum of epic proportion into a waiting mouth, and the vivid scene served to push him over the edge, his own young cock suddenly bucking strongly as it erupted his pent up load onto his smooth, flat stomach. He rode the orgasm to its conclusion, and then he trailed his fingers through the slime on his tummy to scoop up his warm offering, and he quickly slid his fingers into his mouth to lick and suck. He felt suddenly sleepy then, so he logged off his computer, and moved to his bed. As he drifted off to sleep, his last image of the day was that of himself taking Ryan's stiff cock into his mouth.
Fast forward to nine days later, and our scene finds Scotty answering a rather urgent knocking at his front door. As he swings open the door he finds none other than an obviously keyed up Ryan who is standing there with an expression someplace between frustration and plain old anger. The summer day is overcast and muggy, and Ryan and Scotty are both wearing shorts, and Scotty can't help but drop his gaze to Ryan's somewhat bulging crotch. Unconsciously he swipes his pink tongue over his full lips as he steps back and invites Ryan inside. He huffs over the threshold, and then stomps down the hall to Scotty's bedroom where he goes inside, and throws himself across the bed. Scotty shuts the door, and moves across the room to sit beside his friend, and he says,
"What's up, Dude...?...you act like you want to break something."
Ryan sighs deeply, his exasperation obvious as he rolls over onto his back. He shakes his head slowly, and frowns deeply as he replies,
"Just the same old shit, Scotty...that F-ing Donna again...you know what I'm saying!"
Scotty stifled a chuckle, trying to appear empathetic with his friend while indeed he does know what he's saying. Donna is a girl that has for some time been teasing Ryan, letting him get into some serious making out with her to a point he actually thinks he is going to score some of that pussy stuff he is so desperate for before she goes suddenly all virginal, and shuts him down cold. It's happened often enough that Scotty can't really understand why Ryan keeps letting her do it, but then he doesn't get the whole pussy thing anyway. Putting on a sympathetic look, he dares to drop his hand on Ryan's firm thigh as he tells him,
"That so sucks, Rye...I know how she winds you all up, and then shuts you down all the time...you really should put your efforts to a more reliable source, you know?"
Ryan glances down at Scotty's hand on his thigh, and in his unrequited state of arousal he decides it feels pretty nice, so he says nothing, and shrugs sheepishly, accepting his friend's mild rebuke. Trying to lighten his dour mood, Ryan nods slowly, and says,
"That's probably a wise suggestion, Dude...do you happen to know of any more reliable sources, these fucking blue-balls are killing me...again...that fucking cunt!"
Scotty feels his cock stirring in his shorts, and he takes a long look at Ryan's obviously full shorts, and, his pulse rate doubling, he takes his shot, saying quietly,
"Actually, I do know of one...better source, I mean...if you're really interested...and, um...really open about things."
Ryan looks again at Scotty's hand on his leg, and then he looks into the boy's soft blue eyes, and suddenly his brain clicks on what his friend...his BOY friend...is so subtly offering. Holy shit, he thinks...really...?...no fucking way it can be...can it...? He holds Scotty's gaze and he sees both the fear and the need there, and then he focuses briefly on the dull ache in his unrelieved balls, and he splays his legs a bit wider, a move which causes Scotty's hand to move slightly closer to his pulsing cock. Scotty's heart leaps in his chest, and he arches his eyebrows in question as he carefully inches his fingers closer to the enticing bulges behind Ryan's soft shorts. Ryan holds Scotty's gaze, and the presence of his friends fingers so near his core is maddening, fueling his already urgent need, and he swallows, and speaks very softly as he says,
"Scotty...dude...look, man...this is really great of you, you know...?...but shit, Bro...it's just...weird... not right...whatever...you get my drift?"
Scotty plunged ahead, his brain in overload, a mixture of wanton excitement at the idea that his dream may just come true and the abject fear that he was about to lose his best bud ever. Sucking in a deep breath, he tells Ryan,
"Look Dude...don't whip my ass, okay...?...but I really don't see this as any kind of moral thing...not weird...not right or wrong, okay...?...I see it like this...you are hurting in a not good way, and I hate that for you...and...well, I can fix that for you...hell, Rye...I really WANT to fix it for you, okay...I have wanted to for a long time now...shit, Bud...I have needs too, okay...?...why not just help each other out here...nobody has to ever know, it's all good...!"
Ryan's brain was spinning too, and he was torn between letting this totally unexpected development with Scotty play out as it would and getting the hell out of there right now. He was totally aware of the burning need for sexual release and the equally pressing sense of guilt at allowing it to happen, but as he mulled over Scotty's plea's that he needed this too, he began to acquiesce. Scotty sensed his friend's unspoken surrender, and in another moment of false bravado he inched his hand along Ryan's thigh, and closed his hand around the rigid thickness of his cock.
Ryan jumped and groaned at the same time, a sudden urge to blow his load nearly overwhelming as Scotty gently worked his rampant erection outside his soft shorts. He shuddered strongly, a wide range of amazing sensations flooding over him, and he hissed,
"Aw fuck, Scotty...fuck Dude...that feels fucking amazing!"
A flood of relief and excitement washed over Scotty, and he quickly seized the moment, moving into a position that allowed his to grasp the waist of Ryan's shorts as he gently pushed the older boy down on his bed, saying,
"It's cool, Ryan...just relax Bud...lie back and just let it happen...enjoy this...I want this so bad...close your eyes, Bro, and let it happen...do it for me...please!"
Ryan sighed heavily, his forearm dropping across his eyes as he relaxed back on the bed as Scotty feverishly worked his shorts and briefs down his legs, and off his feet. His rock hard cock sprang free, and he heard Scotty gasp loudly as it slapped loudly against his abdomen. An awkward silence followed for a moment, and then he heard a breathless Scotty murmur,
"Holy shit, Rye...you have a really beautiful cock, Dude...fucking beautiful!"
Before Ryan could respond he nearly climbed out of his skin when he felt Scotty carefully grasp his throbbing erection and hold it reverently in his soft hand. He groaned, a thousand wonderful sensations flooding his body, and he groaned again when Scotty began slowly pumping his cock, his other hand moving to carefully cup his heavy balls. He sucked in wind, and managed to utter,
"Goddamn, Scotty...that feels amazing...so fucking good...aw, man!"
There was no stopping Scotty now, and he marveled at the abject beauty of the thick cock he worked in one hand and the perfection of the heavy balls he held in the other. His saliva was like a river in his mouth, and the long held desire to suck such a perfect cock as this overwhelmed him, and without further delay, he lowered his head, and licked the satin-like stalk from base to tip several times. His initial surprise was the near total lack of any taste at all, save for maybe a very slight and mild sense of saltiness, and he decided it was really akin to sucking his thumb, only bigger. Gripping the base, Scotty lifted the rock hard thickness, and then washed his tongue all over the knob-like head of Ryan's cock. He stabbed his tongue into the tiny slit there, and Ryan groaned a steady cadence of pleasure under his ministrations, and that pleased an unsure Scotty who took the reactions as a sign that while he was a total rooky at this he was doing it correctly to a large degree. Warming to his task, he slid the wide stalk into his warm, wet mouth, and sucked it, using his tongue to swab the underside of it and the thick vein that ran there.
Scotty bobbed his head over Ryan's cock, his fingers carefully toying with the boy's big balls, and when Ryan began bucking strongly with his hips, he let the cock fall from his mouth and dropped down to lap at and suck the balls below. He captured each nugget in turn just as he had seen done countless times online, and Ryan groaned loudly, muttering his name again and again. His raining saliva soaked Ryan's smooth scrotum, and a small rivulet of it trickled down toward his tiny pucker, and when Scotty noticed the streams of shiny precum oozing from Ryan's slit he once more took the rigid shaft into his mouth and resumed a steady sucking. The taste of the flowing fluid was slightly nutty, Scotty thought, and as he eagerly bobbed steadily on his friends cock he reached the conclusion that every one of his long held desires to perform this incredible act had been if anything an understatement. This, he decided, is awesome, this sucking cock thing is some seriously hot shit, and as much as I am into this I wish he would cum already, I really, really want that hot cum flood in my mouth and tummy!
As if on cue, Ryan let out a near war hoop sound as his hips jolted upward off the bed, and his hand suddenly gripped Scotty's head firmly, holding him in place as his balls boiled over. The first huge spurt of warm semen jetted into Scotty's mouth, and as he gulped it down another, and another, and then another big spurt quickly followed, and then things settled slightly the remainder of the copious load flowed over Scotty's tongue in weaker pulses until Ryan was spent, and drained. Scotty held the wilting boyhood in his mouth, gently suckling it as he savored the slightly acrid aftertaste of Ryan's hot cum in his mouth. Fuck, he thought, that was excellent...purely excellent...I hope he can go again really soon!"
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