By Rick Ballenger
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No2.1990)
I was lying on my back on a blanket in the warm Florida sunshine, listening to
the bubbling of the surf a short distance away and wondering where my next cock
was coming from. I'm not promiscuous but the very thought of a fresh piece of
meat I'd never tasted before made me so excited my own cock expanded against the
tight bathing briefs and I had to reach down and readjust it along with my balls
to a more comfortable position.
My maneuver didn't go unnoticed. A pair of nubile young girls in bikinis giggled
appreciatively as they went by. Cute, nice tits, pretty legs, not bad in the ass
department — but definitely not for me. Sorry, girls.
When I glanced up at them, however, I did notice something else — a young guy
parked on a blanket a few yards away staring at my crotch and wetting his lips
in a way that made my cock twitch even more. Now that was more like it. I had
the feeling this slim dark haired male beauty would have liked to take a
face-first dive into my briefs and gobble up everything in and out of sight. And
I wouldn't have minded either, as long as I could feel what he had in his more
modest trunks, and take it out and kiss and lick it all over. I bet he had a
nice, fuckable ass, too. But the question was would I ever find out?
While I was pondering this question, he rose from his blanket and walked over to
me From my vantage point I could see right up along his leg and under the
trunks, where a nice long cock had slipped out of its netting and was pointing
tantalizingly in my direction.
"Excuse me," he said.
I raised myself to my elbows and pushed the sunglasses down on my nose to look
at him. He was slim, handsome, young and unsure of himself. I said. "Yes?"
He wet his lips and blurted, "I want to suck your cock."
I laughed at his boldness. "Doesn't everybody? How old are you?"
"Twenty one, and I've never sucked a cock before. I figured it’s about time."
"It's okay with me," I assured him, but I also want to suck yours. And I want to
fuck you in the ass. Will that be another first for you?" When he gulped and
nodded, I said, "Well — what do you know? — a virgin in this day and age! My
place or yours?"
"It better be yours," he said. "I'm a college student still living at home. My
name's Terry, by the way."
Ignoring his extended hand, I reached out and gave his crotch a squeeze. I liked
what I felt in there so I gave it an extra shake of appreciation. Terry was
startled by my boldness in public, but then he sighed and let a smile curve the
corners of his mouth.
Frankly. I wouldn't have minded pulling him down on the blanket, wrapping it
around us, and going at it hot and heavy right there on the sand. But there were
too many people around who'd notice and probably take offense, including that
bevy of bikini-clad girls who were nearby, staring in open-mouthed shock at my
actions. Besides, I didn't want to raise a fuss, considering that I really
couldn't afford any publicity just then.
What I did want to raise was a pair of cocks. Terry's and mine, for a fun time
of wholesome mouth-sucking and ass-fucking to take my mind off my other
troubles. I'd taken a room in a nearby beach hotel so he and I went there.
Once inside I said, "You haven't sucked a cock or been ass fucked. What have you
done, Terry?"
"I had my cock sucked by a gay guy in college," he said. "One of the football
players — a big, rugged guy. All the girls were after him but he never gave them
a tumble."
"I wonder why?" I said drily. "How come you didn't suck him off?"
"I was afraid to," Terry admitted. "But I'm not afraid now."
"I'm delighted to hear it," I said, stripping off my briefs to let my big,
half-erect cock spring loose. "I hope you're not afraid of snakes."
It always amuses me to see a potential cocksucker stare at my unusual cock for
the first time. Some years back, on a whim. I'd had a snake's head tattooed on
my cock's head, and scales tattooed on the shaft, with a rattler's tail curling
down around the balls and extending right up to my asshole. It's one hell of an
exotic sight, believe me and Terry was staring at it as though it was a real
snake going to bite him. Maybe it would — in the ass.
I moved in, wrapped my arms around him and held him close, kissing his hot
mouth, pushing my tongue past his lips into the warm, wet cavity. For a moment
he tight-lipped me, but then relaxed and let his own tongue slide past my lips
to fuck my mouth with slow, easy strokes.
My hand went to his crotch and squeezed and fondled. His hand went to mine,
where he stroked my hardening cock and let his fingers glide on to my balls.
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and moved back to sit on the bed.
I said, "Let's see what you look like naked, Terry."
He nodded and proceeded to take off his clothes, while I sat there stroking my
cock snake and staring at him. It always turned me on to watch another male I'd
never had before disrobe in front of me, and this time was no exception.
Terry's body was lean, smooth, almost hairless. As I'd suspected, he had a nice
round ass. I could hardly wait to kiss and fondle and explore his body. His cock
was thin but long, half hard, with a plum shaped helmet at the tip that was just
right for sucking.
When he was naked, I spread my legs and pointed to my throbbing flesh. "You want
to kiss my snake, Terry, and make my balls rattle?"
I'd helped many a young lad on his coming out party. No thanks are necessary; my
pet snake and I are glad to do it. I love that enthusiasm when they gobble and
slobber and try to make up for lost time.
Terry was like that. His virginal mouth enclosed my cock, trying to swallow it
whole. He tried to kiss and lick it all over at the same time — a lost cause but
a nice try. Seeing his pretty face gobble in my crotch and feeling his humid
mouth do a job on my cock made me very excited. I leaned back so he could kiss
me under my balls. I spread my ass cheeks so his tongue could follow the rattler
trail to my asshole.
He wasn't too sure about tonguing my asshole. So I said, "Here, let me show you
how it feels."
I pulled him onto the bed on his back and threw myself at him, slurping and
gobbling his cock and balls and fingering his asshole. Terry just about went out
of his mind with the pleasure running rampant through his twenty one year old
virginal male body. His balls tightened up. His cock expanded and throbbed with
excitement. He had a hot, tight asshole, but when I licked the puckered edges of
it and speared into it with my tongue tip and managed to push my saliva into the
interior, it relaxed.
I'd been looking forward to this so I didn't hesitate. Without leaving the bed,
I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a jar of jelly and a condom
I just happened to have handy. I'm an expert at this so there was no wasted
motion. I eased the rubber onto my hard cock, jellying his asshole with two
fingers' worth of lube, making sure enough of it to do the trick got inside his
virginal fuck tunnel.
"Let me show you how the missionaries nest their snakes," I suggested, climbing
up between his legs to fuck his asshole.
He was so excited he didn't resist and while I stuck my hard cock into his body
he reached down to play with his own stiff meat jiggling to and fro with every
thrust I made into him. He kept muttering, "Oh, oh, oh!" and then let out a moan
as he frantically milked the juice from his squirting cock all over his belly
and chest.
That was a damned sexy sight. Without missing a beat, I rammed rhythmically into
his asshole and bent forward to lick up the jism he was squirting out. I love to
taste that stuff, preferably direct from my lover's fuck-faucet but I'll take it
any way I can get it. Some of it clung to his hard nipples; when I licked and
sucked it from those bullets of flesh Terry renewed his moans of delight.
It was too much for me, especially when those virginal ass muscles of his
tightened up like a hot fist around my swollen cock. I rammed it into him
fiercely, held it deep inside and let loose with spasm after spasm of jism.
We collapsed then in a sweating, panting heap on the bed, laughing and kissing.
After a moment he said, disappointed, "I wanted to taste your juice."
"You still can," I told him.
I slowly eased my cock from his asshole, holding onto the ridge of the rubber so
it didn't stay inside him or spill out any of the jism I'd shot off into it. The
creamy fluid jiggled at the bottom of the bag as I held it before his handsome
young face.
"You want a straw," I asked him, "or do you want to drink my snake venom from
the container?"
He made a face and giggled like a college girl. "From the container is fine."
I put the open end of the rubber between his lips which clamped down on them,
then upended the bag so the fluid dribbled down into his mouth.
"Don't swallow it all," I ordered. "I want to taste some of that, too." When it
was empty I removed the rubber and tossed it aside. When I kissed Terry, our
lips parted and our tongues went into action, sloshing my cum juice from one
mouth to the other. I don't know about you but I find tasting my own jism is
very sexy, particularly when it’s in somebody else's mouth.
"Now we're going to have even more fun," I announced.
He grinned at me. "Fine — but mind if I go to the bathroom first to pee?"
"I'm afraid I don't have the time, Terry," I told him, forcing my weight on him
so I could quickly grab the tape from under the bed to fasten his wrists to the
headboard.
I grabbed a handful of tissue from a box on the stand and shoved it into his
mouth to cut off his yells. Then I put more tape on his ankles and secured them
to the baseboard. Then I stood back and admired my handiwork. I'd known someone
would catch up to me, but I hadn't expected it to be so soon. Terry looked so
helpless and sexy as he lay there nude and tied up.
It was a shame I couldn't stick around.
"You didn't look quite surprised enough when you saw my snake," I told him, "so
I had the feeling that you were prepared for it — maybe even looking for it."
I rummaged through his clothes and in the back pocket of his jeans found a
folded up post office poster bearing a likeness of me and a reward. Among the
details of my description it mentioned the tattoo on my cock. Sweet, virginal
Terry was going to turn me in for ten thousand dollars. Can't say I blamed him,
though. A snake to suck, an asshole fuck — and a bunch of money. Not a bad haul
for a twenty one year old.
When I turned to look at him, I saw he was scared of what I might to do to him
now. The truth is I wasn't going to do anything to him now, except just leave
and move on to another state. Okay — so I steal money. I have a gun but I'm not
a killer.
Still — I was kind of pissed off that he'd taken advantage of me. So I got the
gun, a small caliber revolver, from my suitcase and shoved the business end up
his helpless asshole, twisting it in deep.
In my snarliest voice I grated, "How'd you like an enema, Terry?" He didn't want
one, but he also didn't need one. He was so frightened he let loose with his
bowels and his bladder at the same time. I pulled my gun out just before a load
of shit flowed from his recently fucked asshole. I rose from the bed an instant
before his recently sucked cock sprayed everything with fresh piss.
What a mess! He didn't look sexy to me anymore. He didn't smell sexy either. But
it served the kid right for trying to get me back in the slammer. I grabbed my
suitcase and got the hell out of there before the health department arrived. My
pet snake is always looking for warm, moist places to nest. And I’m sure we’ll
find some — aren’t you?
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