Getting Educated About Cocksucking By Danny Smith
Part Two -- Swallow the Load
The next day when I walked into Mr. Cain's office he was on the phone. I didn't know who he was talking to and only heard the last part of the conversation. It was "Okay, here he is now," so I knew he was talking about me. That made me feel real good because he was taking a personal interest in my education.
"Hey, Tyler, really good to see you again. How are you feeling?"
"Just great Sir. I just want to say how much I appreciate, you know, what you did to me."
"It was my pleasure. And I really mean that."
"Am I going to, um, like continue on?"
"Oh by all means. I know your goals now and I'm going to help you reach them. With the help of a few other faculty members, of course."
"So...what's next?"
"After school is out, check in with Mr. Lannon. Meet him in the biology lab."
Mr. Lannon was one of my favorite teachers. He was just about my height (I'm only 5'6" right now), but really fit and muscular. He was blond and blue-eyed, with a voice that was just beautiful. I thought of him as a dreamboat for sure. "What's he going to teach me? And why the biology lab?"
"No time to explain everything right now, Tyler, you'll find out soon enough. But I think you'll like the next lesson. Sorry, but right now I've got an appointment with another student."
"Oh, sure, Sir. And thanks again, so much, for the special attention."
All day long I watched the clock waiting for 3:00 when school let out. When the final bell rang, I wanted to race down to the biology lab, but didn't want to be obvious about it, plus I wasn't sure what to say to someone who asked me why I was in such a hurry. At 3:15 my friends had all left and the school was mostly empty except for the staff.
When I got there the door was locked! I was devastated but I heard someone walking around inside so I decided to take a chance and knocked. The door opened and Mr. Lannon gave me this big melt-your-heart smile, backed up a step and said "Hey, Tyler, come on in." When I stepped through the door, he immediately locked it again behind me and we were alone.
I'd been in the biology lab many times, of course, when I took Mr. Lannon's class last year so I was used to all the usual smells: formaldehyde, alcohol, disinfectant, and so on. But something was different. I could smell it clearly even above the other scents but couldn't place it at first. Then it dawned on me...it was cum.
He could tell from my reaction that I had identified the smell, and that it excited me. We looked at each other and he gave me that big grin again. "Mr. Cain tells me you'd like to get better at learning how to swallow."
"Yes, Sir. I'm always spitting it out if I accidentally get some in my mouth, and some of the guys don't like that."
"Of course they don't. I can help you with that. It's a matter of two things: getting into the right frame of mind, and getting used to the taste. That's where I come in."
"But why here? In the lab?"
"You'll see. But you know how I conduct my classes. First the lecture, then the hands-on lab work. Now take a seat right over here and listen up." I sat down at one of the lab tables and Mr. Lannon sat down right beside me. I really liked being close to him. It made me feel warm for some reason.
"Part of the problem is your attitude. I know you want to do a good job. Like our school motto says, `always give it your best.' But there's something not quite right when a foreign substance is squirted into your mouth. The natural reaction is want to spit it out. That's human nature, and we've all gone through that."
"Even you?"
"Right, for sure. I'm really pretty good at it now, outstanding in fact if I do say so myself. I can give you a few tips."
"Should I just try to put it out of my mind when it happens."
"Oh, gosh no! In fact, to the contrary. When a man lets you go down on him he's giving you something you want and need. You should be grateful that he trusts you enough to put his manhood in your mouth. He doesn't want you to reject the gift he's giving you. You see, Tyler, it is a gift. You want to do it to him and he allows it. You should thank him, not just with words, but with your actions."
"I really do like it."
"I know you do son. So do I. And I can tell that even talking about it openly like this is getting you turned on." With that he placed his hand on my knee and moved it up slightly to my thigh. His hand was warm. Firm. Manly. I wanted him to touch me `down there.' I figured the best way to do that was to show him with actions not just words, just like he said. I touched his hand and moved it upward to my crotch.
"Exactly right. I can see your hardon through your pants, but feeling it is even better. You can do the same to me if you'd like." And of course, I liked. I liked very much.
He continued with his lesson: "So when that final moment comes and he's about to fill your mouth with his jizz, don't you see that it's just disrespectful to pull off, or worse to spit it out? You need to welcome that feeling. It's one of the most wonderful feelings in the world, and one of the greatest gifts you'll ever receive. The gift of life coming from his testicles directly into your mouth. If you keep that in mind, you'll not only be able to swallow...you'll want to."
I was getting super turned on by his hot talk and the fact that he was feeling me up. I reached out to touch his manhood; he opened his legs wide apart to give me better access, then added "Remember I said there were two components to this. One is the right attitude, which I think you now understand. The other is adjusting to the taste. We're going to take care of that right now."
He stood up and I assumed he was going to let me give him head. I stood up too but instead of getting down on my knees, he walked me over to the sink. Inside was a pan of warm water, and in the water was a glass beaker. I knew with a glance that the white substance in the beaker was cum. But the beaker was a pretty good size -- more than a cup for sure -- and it was almost filled to the brim with cum!
I'd never seen that much cum in my life and couldn't imagine how anyone could fill the glass with that much juice. "Mr. Lannon, did you...?"
"Fill it myself? No. I do shoot a lot and my loads are pretty big, but no, that's way too much for even me."
"Then how...?"
"I have a special advanced class for the seniors who want to learn more about the human body. It's limited to five or six of the boys, by invitation only. One of our projects is to save up as much cum as we can. Then we experiment with it. The guys in the class are all real studs and love showing off their skills. And I love watching them. Sometimes helping. Heck, this is only about one week's worth for those guys. Every day we all put in another round. I keep it frozen so it stays fresh until we're...ready. That's what I'm doing now. I thawed it out when Mr. Cain told me about you coming. Now I'm just warming it gently back to body temperature."
I bent over to look at the container. Mr. Lannon said, "Pick it up," which I did, then he added "Hold it up to your nose. Inhale deeply. Smell it as long as you want."
I did all that he asked and more, swirling the beaker around in small circles. "See how it's starting to separate? One part is more clear and thin, the other part is thicker and whiter? That's the difference between semen and sperm." He took a glass rod and stirred the two layers together.
"All of it is guaranteed fresh, straight from the balls of a roomful of young studs, just like you." I was actually starting to drool. "Your mouth is watering, isn't it? You know you want this. I want you to taste it...to swirl it around in your mouth...then swallow it."
"All of it at once?"
"No, start small. Just take a sip. But remember where it came from. And remember what I told you...this is a precious gift. The liquid life that men carry around in their scrotums. When they really want to get relief, they'll turn to you. And if you're a good boy, and a real good cocksucker, they'll reward you with this gift."
I did as I was told, taking a small sip at first, then swirling it around in my mouth. It seemed to grow as I massaged it with my tongue. Finally, I took a chance and swallowed it all down. Wow! I now knew what cum tastes like, and it was a revelation. It was like an electric shock to my whole system!
"Well?" Mr. Lannon asked. "You like it don't you?"
"Oh, yes Sir."
"And you'd like to drink some more, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Sir."
I took another small sip and again swallowed, this time reveling in the taste and smell. Mr. Lannon could tell I was really getting into this and said, "Here, Tyler, climb up on lab bench and lie down on your back." Again, I was happy to comply with everything the handsome blond hunk was telling me to do.
When I was comfortably in place, he took the beaker and held it above my face, about six inches away from my mouth. "Open wide." Of course I complied. "I'm going to pour it into your mouth, a little at a time at first. Just let it slide down your throat at your own pace. The last big wad of it I'll pour in all at once. Hold it and don't swallow that one until I tell you. Got that?"
"Yes Sir."
I did as he said and, almost like a holy ritual, he began pouring that white gold into my eager mouth. It was like an out-of-body experience, and I kept comparing it to receiving communion. I wanted to chuckle as I thought to myself `it's more like cummunion,' but I had to stifle it because I didn't want to choke.
I swallowed every few seconds, enjoying the taste and sensation more and more as we continued. Finally the cup of precious liquid was mostly empty and the stream of juice stopped. Mr. Lannon said, "Okay remember, when I pour in this last mouthful hold it, don't swallow it.
I nodded my understanding and prepared myself mentally for the next phase. The last huge glob of jizz flowed all at once out of the beaker and into my mouth. As instructed, I didn't swallow. Mr. Lannon put an arm behind my head and helped lift me up to a sitting position. I had to close my lips tightly to prevent any of the spermy goodness from leaking out.
Then Mr. Lannon kissed me. Full on. I wasn't sure what to do but of course I kissed him back. Then I could feel his lips parting and his tongue thrusting toward my mouth. I understood then, and opened my own mouth to let him share with me the gift that had come from the studs in his class. We spent about a minute squishing the load back and forth between our eager mouths. I was in heaven with this amazing new thrill ride I'd just been taught.
Finally, we both swallowed what was in our mouths and he cradled my head in his arms while I got myself under control. "That's called `snowballing,'" he told me.
"It was awesome, Sir."
"Yeah, it's a pretty good way for two men to share the gift. So, what do you think about swallowing a load now?"
"It's just amazing. I loved it." And to prove it, I picked up the beaker and tried to lick out the last few drops, finally using my finger to get it all.
"Yes, drinking it like that is a great experience, and so is snowballing. But the main way to get the load you want is to take it fresh from the tap. Let's put your newfound skill to work. Get down here on your knees."
I knew what was next and was excited by it. I wanted to see his equipment, to take his cock in my mouth, and to taste his load the way God meant it -- from one man's penis to another man's waiting mouth. Plus I was eager to show off my new skill that Mr. Cain had taught me. He added, "When I shoot it's pretty forceful. Not as much volume as what you just drank, of course, but it will shoot pretty hard into your mouth. Just wanted you to know."
I quickly got down on my knees, and together we unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He let me remove his underwear all by myself, which was a reward in itself. I felt like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. I slowly pulled them down exposing his dark-blond cock hairs. They were thick and curly. Inch after inch of his gorgeous cock came into view, until finally his huge circumcised head popped out and aimed itself right at my mouth.
Remembering Mr. Cain's advice, I spent a minute worshipping his manhood by licking the shaft and using my tongue on his hairy balls. Finally I took the head into my mouth and, carefully avoiding any teeth, began to suck and lick his penis with all the love and skill I had.
It wasn't long before he was close. He took my head in both his hands and held my head still while he continued to thrust his hips, fucking my face. As he neared the point of no return he said "Okay, Tyler, here it comes, right in your mouth, just like you wanted it!" With that his body froze into position, he continued to hold my head motionless, and I could feel these amazingly strong contractions in his cock. After one or two of them, the flow began.
Just as he had warned, Mr. Lannon's shots were hard...very hard. They hit the back of my throat and if I hadn't been ready I might have choked a little. Fortunately, I was braced, plus more eager than I'd ever been to taste this awesome load. My mouth filled up and I began to swallow, never wanting to lose a drop of his seed. I pictured it flowing down my throat and into my stomach, where it joined the earlier load.
I couldn't believe how satisfying it was. Strangely, it didn't make me want to jack off myself right away. I knew I could do that later that night. Instead it made me want more. A pint, maybe even a quart. I wanted to be...what was that term I'd seen on the Internet...a cum slut.
All I could say was "Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much."
"Right answer," was his response. "You're a great student. I want you to sign up for my Advanced Placement course next semester."
"I can't wait!"
To be continued...