The Cum Jar By Robert S. Costic
Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower Fairy Tales," and a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," and has also translated the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories. All are available as ebooks everywhere.
Like many teenage boys, Jon was always horny, and like many teenage boys, Jon loved to masturbate. If he had the time, he masturbated several times a day: once in the morning before going to school, occasionally during school, once in the afternoon after he returned home from school, and at least once before going to bed. Masturbating was as routine and expected as his meals.
Jon also loved cum. When he ejaculated he tried to shoot it as far as he could, and this hobby became such a minor hobby that for a while he would take a tape measurer to gauge exactly how far he shot. He also made a game of trying to shoot as far across his chest as possible when he masturbated lying on his back, and of trying to shoot into his mouth. When he succeeded he tasted it with his tongue and savored its peculiar texture and saltiness.
When he grew tired of trying to shoot his load great distances or shoot it in his mouth, he hatched another plan: he would collect it. He took a used jelly jar, cleaned it out, and proceeded to shoot all of his cum into it. When he was done he saved the jar in a mini-fridge that he kept in his bedroom. Over the course of the weeks the jar began to accumulate a fairly substantial amount of cum.
A more ambitious idea then popped into Jon's head: he would collect the cum of all the guys he had a crush on at high school. This would be no small feat; Jon had the hots for at least a couple dozen guys, not that he ever bothered to count them all yet, and he was unsure how willing each of them would be to give him a sample. Surely at least a few would be reluctant. He had to strategize.
The first thing that Jon did was make a list of all the guys whose cum he wanted. Once he wrote all of their names down he counted them all and determined that he had 43 guys. He then asked his mom to buy 43 spice jars for a science experiment he was doing for his chemistry class, and she did so, although when she asked him about the experiment he had to make up a fantastically complicated story about collecting minerals and elements he found in nature -- some story that sounded oddly dubious and unconvincing, but which his mom could not doubt for the simple reason that she could not imagine a sinister ulterior motive.
Once Jon obtained the spice jars he wrote the initials of each guy whose cum he wanted on a piece of masking tape that he then attached to the side of the jar. Now that he had the materials he needed to collect the cum, he needed to think about how he would obtain the cum from each guy. He wrote in his journal in a coded language how he would handle each guy and proceeded from there.
Jon started by approaching the guys he knew would be easiest. These were guys who were super horny, had jacked off with him before, and/or had the hots for him. "Kevin, like to come chill at my place?" he'd ask, and soon they'd be popping their dicks out, stroking, sucking each other, and as Kevin -- or some other guy -- came close to ejaculating Jon would take out the jar and capture the cum spurting out of his buddy's meatus. He was able to collect many guys' cum this way.
Some guys Jon had never fooled around with but felt like he could if he created the right circumstances. These were guys who were friendly with him and who perhaps looked at him or casually touched him in ways that suggested to him that they were harboring some homoerotic feelings that they were perhaps somewhat reluctant or shy to express. He'd try to find some pretext to invite them over, whether it involved working on a homework assignment together, watching a show on television, or a promise of some beer. Once he had the guy over he'd try to find some way to bring up sex as a topic of conversation, and from there arouse the guy's dick to the point that jacking off would come naturally.
This worked for a few guys, but there was one guy in particular who surprised Jon with his response. Travis, a beautiful, sweet-natured guy with a shy but charismatic smile, was hanging out with Jon in his bedroom, watching TV, and Jon asked him who he had the hots for, and Travis confessed, "Well, honestly, since you asked, I've always had the hots for you." Jon took this as a perfect turn in conversation to start jacking off, but Travis began to confess his crush on Jon, and how he always wish they could date. "May... may I kiss you?"
"All right," Jon said, "but lets take our clothes off."
Travis consented, so they hurriedly undressed and kissed, rolling around the bed with their naked bodies pressed against each other. Their dicks grew hard, and Jon reached for Travis' and began pumping it. Travis seemed more interested in tonguing Jon and stroking his hair, but he didn't stop Jon from touching his genitalia. As Jon accelerated his strokes Travis' dick stiffened, its head swelling out, until he moaned and spurted out prodigious globs of cum, which Jon captured in his labeled spice jar.
In spite of Travis' suggestion that they date Jon held firm to his goal of collecting the cum of all the guys he desired, and he still had over a dozen to go. Among these guys he knew they were too homophobic, or at least put on personas too macho, to easily consent to a jackoff session. However, many either dated or slept with girls, so Jon decided to frankly approach the girls and offer them some of his allowance -- $5, $10, or even $20 -- to acquire some cum for him. In most cases he asked girls who were already sleeping with the guys in question, but in one case, for a guy who wasn't seeing anyone in particular, he actually had to ask her to proposition the guy cold. "Just offer to jerk him off somewhere. He'll say yes," Jon said, giving the girl $40.
"All right, fine," the girl said, taking the money and the spice jar. A few hours later she returned the jar to Jon filled with cum.
Jon's plan was going extremely well, but it eventually came to the point that there was one guy left whose cum Jon had so far failed to collect. It was Chad, a guy Jon always had an obsessive crush on in their P.E. class. Chad was a football player with a love for muscle-building, and he had a beautifully sculpted torso, with heaving pecs and large dollar coin nipples, and when they played a team game of shirts versus skins Jon was transfixed by Chad's half-naked body as it exerted itself. But Chad wasn't seeing anyone lately, he didn't let the girl Jon hired jack him off, and he when Jon desperately asked him whether he'd like to hang out, Chad responded, "No... I'm busy."
Perhaps Chad's reticence came in part because the students at Jon's high school had all been gossiping about how Jon was collecting everyone's cum. Jon himself was not aware to the extent all the students knew, but between the 42 guys he had collected from and the girls he paid there were more than enough people with a story to tell.
Meanwhile, Travis had been trying to get Jon's attention, awkwardly striking up conversation during lunch or between classes, but Jon talked to him only enough to maintain some form of politeness, as his mind was occupied with how he could obtain Chad's cum. All the ideas he brainstormed seemed preposterous. He couldn't possibly ask Chad's parents for help, or his brother. He couldn't sneak into his bedroom while he was asleep and jack him off.
Weeks passed. Jon had collected no one else's cum. All the cum jars that he had sat in his mini-fridge, each with a sample except for the one marked for Chad. Jon was growing resigned to his failure, and so one day when Travis approached again he finally gave a more receptive ear.
"Could I come over?" Travis asked.
"Huh? Why?" Jon asked.
"I have something I want to show you."
"Can't you show me here?"
"I'd like to go to your place. Please?"
"All right." He didn't have anything better to do, anyway.
When they reached Jon's bedroom, Travis took out a small jar of his own filled with a white liquid.
"What's that?" Jon asked.
"It's Chad's cum," Travis said.
Jon perked up. "Wait, what? I don't believe you."
"I promise, swear to God."
"How did you get it?"
"I sucked him off," Travis said. "I knew you wanted his cum. I had been watching you and knew you were trying to get his like you got mine and a bunch of other guys. No offense, but Chad isn't into you, but we've had a thing going for a while now. I've blown him a few times. I wanted to help you out, but I didn't want him to know, so in order to keep a secret I let him cum in my mouth. I kept it in there, but when I went to the bathroom to rinse I actually spat it into this jar and saved it for you."
"Really?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, really. I love you," Travis said, handing the jar of cum to Jon.
A tear rolled down Jon's eye. "I love you, too."
They embraced and kissed, this time with an urgency that came with the depth of their feelings for each other. The room seemed to burn with heat even as they undressed. They broke into a sweat. Jon took his large jar of his own cum and lubricated their dicks with it, and with their cum-covered dicks they lost their anal virginity to each other, exploring the insides of their bodies with the most intense lovemaking they had ever known.