This is part 2 of Cream Lover, a fantasy based on fact. I would appreciate any comments regarding these fantasies. I can be reached at rick_blaine69@hotmail.com.
Cream Lover 2 Rick Blaine
In the second half of eight grade, the Catholic grammar school always held a retreat for the Eight Graders. Boys and girls together, except for the talk on sex. Both the visiting priest did both.
Everything was kind of boring, until he got to the talk on sex. I found out that what boys had was a penis, and that it was for putting inside a girl for making babies, or words to that effect. But the part that got me was about the penis. We boys were not to play with it, it was a sin. It was called Masturbation and I was a Masturbator. Now I felt guilty. I must have been the only boy that was doing it. Or so I thought at the time. Now I no longer was playing with my peepee, but with my penis, which was a sin. I liked it better when it was a peepee and not a sin. Well, I told myself that I would no longer play with my penis.
Afterwards, out in the playground, I found new words for penis: dick, rod, shaft, and cock. Where did these other boys learn these words? From that time forward, I no longer had a peepee, or a penis, I had a cock. But I was still the only one playing with it, or so I thought. Well, I was no longer going to play with it. I went home with determination. This was on Wednesday. I did not play on that night, nor on Thursday and Friday. I had been sin free.
Saturday night, around midnight, I was once again playing with my cock. The pleasure was too much give to up, I was a sinner, the Masturbator in the bedroom. But oh what pleasure.
It was a couple of weeks after the retreat, and me and my best buddy and second best buddy were walking home from school. We stopped on the corner where we usually split up to go home. Jimmy, my best buddy, said to us, "Jagging off is great! If you haven't tried it you should." I was shocked! So I wasn't the only one doing it. Now I had another name for it, jagging off, I was a jag off. I did not say anything at that time because I could tell that Greg was not interested. I figured from what he said he did not do it.
Wow! I was not alone! My best Bud Jimmy was a jag off , too. I wondered what kinds of things he did. I had to find out. School ended two weeks later and we graduated. One afternoon, Jimmy and I were riding our bikes in a wooded area nearby. We stopped to rest for awhile. I told him that I was jagging off, and he thought that was great. Like me, he thought that he was the only one doing it. I told him that besides using my hand (making a gesture) I had also been using a pony tale ring that my sister had left behind when she got married. I would put a sock on my cock, then the hair ring around the head. I would lay on the bed with my pillow between me and my cock and hump the pillow. I also would kneel down and place my cock between my thighs and hump. When my cock pumped out his cream it would go in-between my thighs, and it was real good.
Jimmy said he was also experimenting. He had a variation on the thigh hump. He would place his cock between his thighs, then lay on his bed. He said his cock would turn from facing up, to facing down in-between his thighs. Then he would lay there, just relaxing. After a while, he said he could feel his cock pumping, with spasms closer together until he would cum. It would be a lot of cum, and it really felt great. He said I should try it. So I did that night. Jimmy was right, my cock pumped a lot of cream between my thighs. And it felt really great. I really loved the hot cream on my skin, and rubbing it into my body. While I was rubbing the cream on me, there was so much that I took a couple of fingers full and lick it off with my tongue. The taste was different that what I had thought it would be, kind of spicy and pungent.
A couple of days later, when Jimmy and I were alone, I told him that I had been licking my cream from my fingers. He asked me if I liked it, and I said that it was pretty good. He said that he had also tasted his cream, but had not made up his mind. But he was going to try something that night, and would let me know how it went. I couldn't wait to find out.
The next time that we were alone, I asked hem about his experiment. He said that after a couple of tries, it worked out fine. The result was that hot cum was better that cold cum. I quickly asked what he had done to get hot cum. He said that he lay on his back, brought his legs up so that his knees were by his head and his cock was over his mouth., then he jagged off right into his mouth. I told him I couldn't wait to try.
That night, making sure my parents were asleep, I tried it. Getting my knees over my head, I found myself looking at my cock a few inches from my face. Stroking my cock, until I felt the cream begin to rise up his shaft, I made sure that he was directly over my mouth. When he started pumping out his cream, the first wads hit my face, but enough went into my mouth. He was right, hot cream is better than cold.
I did it the next few nights, until he was pumping all of his cream in my mouth. Man, it was soooooo good! Eating my own hot cream! I found that I really loved cock cream. I would hold it in my mouth and swallow it slowly. I was hooked on cock cream.
When Jimmy and I next met, I told him how many times I had done it and how much I liked it. I asked him if he liked it as much, and he said that he didn't care too much for it. But thought that it was great that I liked it.
Liked it? I loved cock cream! And I still do.!