I don't really remember what it was like before the Hunger set in. Round about the first time I shot cum from my dick (that was when I was 10, I think - 'course, I'd been playin' with it since I was six), I was hungry all the time. Not just hungry-cause-I-haven't-eaten-in-a-few-hours, but hungry. Like my belly was fixin' to eat itself if it had to. And constantly, too. I'd eat and eat at every meal, I'd eat between meals - and it sure didn't make my momma none too happy - but it didn't really help none. I guess she chalked it down to normal puberty, or else she was just pretendin' it was normal, but she didn't do nothin' but take another job on when I started eatin' more than two grown men. Sometimes I thought I saw some sad little look in her eye as we sat at the table, her starin' at me while I plowed through my third plate. Me, I was too hungry all the time to really worry about her, truth be told. My momma loved me, I know that. I knew it then, too. But... that gnawing ache in the pit of my belly, all the time... I started to resent her a little.
It was late one night during the summer I turned 12, when I was lyin' awake in bed, too hungry to sleep. I started playin' with my dick, seemed like it was always hard those days. The air was that perfect temperature where a fellow could strip his self naked and feel just fine. The air moved across my warm skin like a tongue, and I was hard like I hadn't never been before. My palm got slick with my juices, and I could hear the soft, slick sound as it glided up and down the shaft. The hood of skin coverin' the tip of my dick was long and tight, so I never uncovered more than the tip of the glistening, dark pink head underneath. I stroked and jerked and yanked 'til my hand was just 'bout flyin' up and down. My other hand was creepin' around the base of my dick like it had a mind of its own, rubbin' and pullin' at my ballsack and sendin' delicious waves of pleasure through my belly.
It started pressin' on the bit of skin between my balls and my hole, proddin' it like it was some sort of button - and boy, was it! I 'bout saw stars when those fingers started messin' around down there. It hadn't never been like this before, not even the first time I made cum. It was night time, but I was seein' bright flashes of light behind my eyelids as my hands went to town. There was one mighty down-stroke, and the skin just sorta popped over the edge of the head, exposin' it completely to the air for the first time and I just went crazy. I felt the cum shootin' out of my balls and up the shaft 'til it burst out in a white, creamy fountain. I didn't see none of that 'cause I had my eyes closed, but I sure felt it when a big ol' glob of it landed smack dab in my open mouth. 'Fore I even knew what had happened, my mouth closed shut and my tongue just lifted that mess o' jizz to the back of my throat and I swallowed... This tingling feelin' spread across my tongue and down my throat, and I knew instantly. I didn't care that I'd just swallowed my own load, or any load for that matter, all I knew is that I craved it like no other. I could feel it in my belly even as I frantically began scoopin' my jizz up with my hand and bringing it to my mouth. It didn't just taste good - it wasn't like that. I just finally felt like I was feeding that beast in my belly. After I'd gotten every last drop of cum from my body, and licked the sheets clean for every trace I could find, I felt the ache inside me dull a little. Lemme tell you, after bein' hungry constantly for two years, you damn well notice 'a little'. I slept so good that night.
And in the morning, I was two inches taller. It was Sunday, and momma was gettin' me ready for church, and 'course my pants didn't even barely reach my ankles, and my wrists poked a good bit out past my shirt sleeves. Momma didn't say nothin', but I could see that look in her eyes. Somehow my growin' so fast meant somethin' to her, like she knew somethin' had changed and wasn't never goin' back.
After church, she called my dad. I didn't really remember much about him, he went away when I was real little. I remember a few things, mostly just these big strong arms liftin' me up an' swingin' me, and this wide, white grin that always made me feel better if I was bein' fussy. But she called him, she started talkin' real loud. My momma never raised her voice, but she did then. 'You gotta come get him, Bill,' she said. I hadn't known my dad's name was Bill. 'He's started, just like you did growin' up, just like you said he would...' Her voice trailed off where I couldn't hear it from the upstairs. I didn't really care, though. I was too busy jerkin' my dick like I was milkin' it or somethin'. And I guess I was. I put myself so that my butt was up in the air, and my legs hangin' down behind my head. I didn't even know if I could do it 'til I had, but my dick just sorta bumped into my lips, so I opened them, and then it was slidin' between them. It felt so good, 'specially when I got my tongue movin' all around it. Sure didn't take me long before my balls jumped, and cum just shot like crazy out of my dick. 'Course, since my dick was stickin' in my mouth, all that cum went right where I wanted it - over my tongue, down my throat, and straight into my belly. When I stopped shootin', I licked my lips for any leftovers; found one thick strand dripping down my chin and slurped it up like it was ice cream.
After that day, I was eatin' my own cum every chance I got. I even started to wonder about other guys, if I could somehow... I mean, I'd hear stuff at school. And we called each other names all the time, cocksucker, dicklicker. 'Course, they never realized I really was lickin' dick - my own, anyway. But I got to wonderin', 'cause as hungry as I was for my own cum, it never did leave me completely satisfied, not to mention I could only cum about four times 'til I couldn't hardly squeeze out another drop. There was a public restroom a few blocks away from our townhouse. Momma always told me to stay as far away from it as possible, and if I asked why she'd just say that there were bad men that liked to do bad things to little boys. As I grew older, I learned just exactly what those bad things were. And when I started eatin' my cum... well, I knew I just had to do somethin', or I was gonna waste away. I was growin' more, seemed like I was taller every week nearly, an' I was lookin' more an' more stretched out. So one afternoon, when Momma was away at work, I set out for those bathrooms. As much as I'd heard, I didn't really know what to expect, whether there was just a whole buncha guys suckin' on each other's dicks or what. I was actually a little surprised to see that there were just ordinary stalls and toilets, although a few stalls had holes cut between them. I wasn't stupid, so I guessed pretty quickly what they were for.
There wasn't hardly anybody in there, 'cept for this one old guy, maybe 30-somethin', who was leavin' as I walked in. He sure gave me a funny look, eying me up and down a few more times than most guys would. I stood in front of the stalls for a while, nervously goin' over dozens of scenarios in my head. But when I heard someone walkin' in, panic made up my mind for me, and I yanked the stall door open and pulled it shut behind me. There was a crack where the door met the frame, so I peeked through it as the man came into view. He looked like he coulda been a lawyer or something, with his suit jacket and tie and the briefcase he set down by the sinks. He was nice-lookin', if a guy can be that. He glanced over at my stall and I swear he saw me lookin' out and just smiled a little. I quickly ducked my head back, my heart pounding. My stomach pinched and groaned. The man outside paused when I ducked back, then turned and opened the stall next to me. The one with a hole comin' through to mine; I could see him through it, too. He blocked the hole with his body, for a moment, and all I could see was the dark cloth of his pants. Then his hands flashed, moving to do somethin', and then his dick was poking through, like a big finger. A really big finger. My brain struggled for a second, like it wasn't quite sure what was goin' on, but then my stomach roared and I was on my knees, hands reachin' up to grab the thick piece of meat. It was like I already knew what to do, like it was in my blood to be here, doin' this. Somethin' about it just felt right. I leaned forward. I could smell it, right in front of my nose - I couldn't really describe it for you... salty, musky, whatever. I just knew that it smelled like the best meal I'd ever had, or was about to have. The head bobbed huge and red in front of my eyes, and a clear drop of juice oozed out of the slit as I watched. My tongue just stretched out and licked it right off. I could hear the man give a quick gasp, and the dick in my hands jerked as my tongue slid across. As the taste of him spread 'cross my mouth, my mind just sorta switched gears. I stopped thinkin' about anything but gettin' this man to give me his cum, and so my mouth opened wide an' down I went.
It felt huge in my mouth, pushin' my cheeks out, stretching my lips wide. I didn't even pause, though, when it bumped against the back of my throat, just kept on pushin' forward. That huge dick just kept on goin', too, down my gullet, 'til I found my nose pressed against the man's wiry pubic hair and my forehead against the cool plastic of the stall. The man give a big ol' groan, and I knew then, with my whole self, that I was doin' right. I played baseball in the park with Sammy and his brothers and a couple other kids, I was campin' out in the wild with my Boy Scout troop, I was learnin' how to do long division in seventh grade, but right now I was on my knees in a public bathroom on 5th and Fairview with a man's penis down my throat. And lovin' it. That penis throbbed against the soft lining of my throat, and I began a slow pull off, tightening my lips into a ring that I knew was just drivin' him crazy 'cause of the moans he was lettin' loose. Warm, sweet juices were pourin' out of the slit an' I was swallowing it down like soda pop. My hand reached up, started strokin' those plum-sized balls real gentle, and I dove back down on the cock, all the way to the base. I started swallowing around it while my tongue slipped out of my mouth and pressed hard against the base of his dick, and I guess that was it for him. He moaned so loud you could probably hear it in the ladies' rest room on the other side of the street, the big vein on the underside of his dick swelled up, the head throbbed somewhere deep in my throat, and he came. The first shot went straight to my gullet, he was that deep in me, semen squirtin' straight into my 12-year-old body, and I was in heaven. When the second shot gushed out, I'd pulled back to the head so my mouth was filled with the sticky, salty cream, which was joined by more before I could suck it down. As the man's load slid down, I imagined I could feel myself getting' bigger, right there in the bathroom stall. My muscles burned pleasantly, my joints were throbbing lightly, and I could feel something else changing, between my legs, tingling and pulsing, but I was too focused on the liquid meal passing through my lips to notice much.
I must'a swallowed five whole mouthfuls of this man's semen. I was only sort of aware when he drew his softening penis out of my throat, leavin' my mouth with a pop. As I sat back on my heels I felt my body come alive, like I was bein' shocked all over. My balls were churning somethin' fierce, and I was on my back in that bathroom stall before my brain could even catch up. I was so focused I didn't even notice - I must'a kicked the stall door open somehow - but another man stood in the opening, his jeans unzipped and pushed down a bit to let his penis jut out into the open air.
And there I was, on my back, pants around my ankles, legs flung over my head, suckin' on my own rod, my pink asshole winkin' at some strange man's hard penis...
I rolled my eyes back in my head, tryin' to get a good look at the man, but all I could see was his thick cock juttin' out from his trouser. My asshole suddenly felt wet - I even felt of trickle of some liquid run down my taint - and I worried for second that I'd embarrassed myself, but the finger I swiped in it came back clear and shiny, almost like it was covered in oil, or the slippery stuff that oozes outta my dick when I'm hard like a leaky faucet. The man holdin' onto his dick like it was a gear shift musta found that mighty encouraging, 'cause he stepped right up and crouched over my head, my mouth still stuffed full of my own cock, and nudged the angry red knob-end of his penis up against my hole. Right 'bout then was when I realized the gravity of the situation, as my mama loved to say.
In such a compromisin' position, all I could do was watch as a penis with a head as big as a plum and a shaft easily as thick as my wrist tried to cram through a hole the size of dime. I braced for a world of pain - that never came. Instead, my asshole opened up like a goddamn flower in May! The penis slid on into me like I was a glove and it was the hand, but before my mind started runnin' with that little analogy to a place it really wasn't ready to go yet, the stall door slammed open and the man that was fucking me was yanked backwards. I heard the sound of a fist hittin' someone real hard and then a deep, manly, and very familiar voice said:
"Ain't NO one fuckin' my boy but ME."
As the man from before scrambled out of the restrooms, the new man stepped closer to me, into the light, and I could see who that voice belonged to.
"DAD?!"
"Son, it's time we had a talk."