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Subject: Buckets of Cum Buckets of Cum by Tony Williams I live with my stepfather, Dave, twenty-six years old and as handsome as a film star. He married my Mum when I was ten, that’s four years ago, because he wanted a little boy to play with, by which I don’t mean football, cricket or any of that shit. He wanted to play with me like many mature men like to play with little boys: sexually. Of course, Mum didn’t know this until she came home unexpectedly one afternoon last year to find Dad on his knees, sucking my almost fully grown cock. The divorce was nasty, but I’m happy to say Dad got complete custody of me because of Mum’s drug habit. Yes, I’m gay; totally, happily gay. Whether I was born like this or whether my stepdad made me this way we’ll never know, but I’ve never wanted to be straight. Girls bore me. Several days before the wedding, Dad, as I call him, groped me for the first time as I stood in the bathroom in my white briefs, cleaning my teeth. He put his arms round my waist and I looked down to see one hand moving slowly lower and lower until he cupped my basket. It felt marvelous, even though I hadn’t yet started wanking. This was by no means my first hard on; although I was only ten, my little dick would get stiff and I’d stroke it, but I’d never actually cum. He squeezed and I felt my cock getting hard. He put his hand down the front of my briefs and pulled my cock upright and began stroking it. I could feel his own erection pressing into the middle of my back and the thought that he was hard because of me set my heart racing. “You like this, don’t you, Tony?” he whispered in my ear. I nodded my head. “Don’t tell your mum.” He took his hand away for long enough to pull my briefs down to mid thigh, then carried on wanking me until I had my first orgasm. Nothing came out, it was a dry cum. “I wanted to be sure you’d like it before I committed myself to marrying your Mum,” he explained. “If you’d rejected me, I’d have been out of the door in minutes.” It took a few weeks of wanks before I was rewarded with a small blob of semen When, after the wedding, I asked him how he knew I wouldn’t reject his advances, he told me that he believed I was gay from the way I looked at him. He was right; I worshipped him. Right from the day he moved in, I’d take every opportunity to watch him undress, either hanging out in his bedroom, or in the bathroom as he showered. By the same token, he always seemed to be in my room when I came home from school and changed out of my uniform. He frequently told me how sexy I looked in my white briefs, but I never looked as magnificent as he looked in his, his basket usually bulging with a partial or full erection. We loved showing off to each other. We had to be careful when Mum was around so there were times when I got frustrated because I needed my cock to be wanked and he wasn’t available and I had to do it myself, which as you know, is not half the fun. I enjoyed wanking him a lot more than being wanked. He was a tall man and his uncut cock was an impressive eight inches. I başakşehir escort know because he let me measure it, pressing the end of my ruler into his pubic bone. The feel of it in my hand, like steel encased in soft velvet always thrilled me. When I was eleven, he sucked me off for the first time and let me cum in his mouth, happily swallowing my little donation of jism, licking his lips and thanking me profusely. Of course, as soon as I’d recovered, thirty minutes later, I demanded to suck him and managed to get four inches of his fat cock in my mouth. He told me what to do with my tongue to make it more thrilling for him, and even though he shot a massive load of cum, half in my mouth, the rest on my face, I’m sure I enjoyed the adventure more than he did. I just lived to make him cum! One weekend, when Mum was visiting her sister, he asked me to fuck him up the bum. He spend a long time in the bathroom giving himself a triple enema, using a long probe attached to a hot water bottle, squirting soapy water up himself so he was nice and clean, then, in the bedroom, he undressed me and laid me on my back on his bed, sucked my cock to full erection, then sat on it. It was wonderful and I came inside him. He clearly enjoyed it so much I later demanded that he fuck me, but he said I needed careful preparation. He bought butt plugs of various sizes, hiding them from Mum and started me off with the smallest, well lubed, and graduated to bigger and bigger ones until the biggest, with a similar diameter to his cock, would slide into me with no pain at all. Only then, after the ritual enema, did he give me the wonderful gift of his cock up my arse. I was amazed that it went all the way in, giving me that wonderful filled feeling. And so we fucked and sucked and wanked or just simply enjoyed looking at each other until that fateful day when Mum caught us at it. Once she was out of the picture, all restrictions went out of the window. We were never fully dressed, always taking our pants off the minute we were in the house and often spent long hours naked together, just admiring each other. He wore white briefs during the day and silk boxers for pajamas when he wasn’t sleeping in the nude. I always wore briefs, except for the few occasions when I wore girl’s knickers that he’d bought for me. Once in a while, he’d dress me as a girl, which I enjoyed, lift my dress, pull my knickers down, play with my cock or suck it, then pull my briefs up. “But I prefer you as a boy,” he’d tell me. ____________________ Today, I come home from school, hang my blazer up, kick my shoes off, drop my pants and peel my shirt off and go into the living room. Dad is sprawled in his lounger, naked except for his white briefs down at mid thigh, with his laptop on his knees. “Whatcha looking at, Dad?” “Come and look at this.” On the screen, we see a boy’s head in profile, lying on his back and just above is an enormous erect uncut cock. The boy is ever so slowly wanking it, pulling the foreskin all the way back and then forward again. halkalı escort “Have we seen this one before?” I ask. We often watch gay porn together, to give us new ideas of things to do. “No. This is fucking amazing! It’s the third time I’ve watched it. Just wait and see what happens.” On the screen, the wank continues for a few seconds and then the cock twitches and a huge streak of cum shoots out and lands on the boy’s face. He opens his mouth wide to receive a second streak, then a third. We can see his mouth is almost full. He closes it in time to get the fourth blob on his forehead, the next on his cheek, and it just goes on and on, blob after blob until at about eleven squirts, we lose count. If you don’t believe guys can squirt that many times, go to websites like “Pornhub” and search for “Massive Cum Shots”. More than twelve is not uncommon. “I thought it was looped,” Dad says, “but look, you can see the cum accumulating, so it’s one continuous take. Christ! It’s all over him and he’s smiling too. He must love it!” “How can a guy shoot that much cum?” I ask. “It must be close to a pint! That was incredible!” “Wanna see it again?” “You bet!” He plays it again, watching as he strokes his own cock. I push his hand away and take over, never wanting to miss a chance to play with it. I watch the screen carefully and can’t detect that it’s faked. The video ends and I speed up my strokes, but he pushes my hand away. “Much as I love it when you make me cum,” he explains, “I wanna save it. I’m gonna save up my cum for long enough to shoot a load like in the video.” “How long with that take?” I ask. “Days, probably. I’m just gonna hang on for as long as I can without wanking until I can’t bear it any longer, then we’ll re-enact the video and record it as well.” We have a file of super hot videos that we like to wank to together; we call it our “wank bank”. “But,” he says, closing the laptop, “that doesn’t mean I can’t do dirty, disgusting, lewd and lascivious things to you and make you cum and cum until you collapse exhausted. Like now, for instance. Sit on my chest and put your cock in my mouth.” I stand in front of him, slowly pulling my briefs down, which he loves to watch, then straddle him and let him take hold of my cock, popping it in his mouth. Just before I cum, I pull out so I can see how much cum I produce, but even though I’m highly aroused by the video and by dad himself, my load is pathetic compared with the guy on the screen. I climb off him, pull his briefs from his legs and use them to wipe my cum from his face. The days go by and he won’t let me touch his cock, though he pays plenty of attention to mine. He lets me pee on him in the shower, drinking several mouthfuls of it and I try drinking his, but it’s an acquired taste that will take me some time to get used to. I intend to persevere. He lets me fuck him up the bum with my cock and a selection of dildoes, not too big, because he wants his arse to be nice and snug for my cock which is now a good six inches. He rims şirinevler escort my bum hole, which is enough to make me cum hands off. He stops watching videos, afraid that they might stimulate him too much. We stop docking, which I love as he wraps his foreskin round my glans, because that might set him off. After three days he can’t take it any longer. “Let’s do it, Tony,” he says as I come home from school. Already stripped down to his briefs, he undresses me lovingly down to my briefs, which he leaves on. He always says that I look sexier in briefs than naked. In his bedroom, he makes me lie on my back. “I’ve set up the camcorder and it’s running. I want you to fuck me up my arse, slowly and gently, because that will stimulate my prostrate, where cum is made, then when I’m right on the edge, I’ll lift off and lean forward, pointing my cock at your face, at which point I want you to take hold of it and wank me at about one stroke per second.” That’s pretty slow, but I know it’ll be effective. I’ve done a triple enema so I’m nice and clean because after I recover I’ll want to suck your cock. Are you ready?” I take his briefs off. My cock is as hard as an iron bar and it slides into him like a shotgun shell into a twelve bore. He slowly lifts up and down, fucking himself on me as I pinch his big erect nipples. “This isn’t gonna take long,” he grunts, sweat beading on his brow. “Don’t you dare cum!” I’d taken the precaution of cumming (actually a class mate wanked me) at lunchtime in the school bogs, so for me the pressure is off and I know I can last. His breathing becomes faster and his grunts louder until he yells, “Now!” He lifts off me and slides forward until his cock is pointing right at my face. I take hold of his shaft and start the slow strokes he likes, being careful to aim his cock carefully so that I’ll be nicely splattered. “Here it cums!” he cries and the first long streak of cum shoots from the end of his cock right on to my forehead and cheek. The second lands across my nose and mouth, the third on my other cheek and they keep coming, spurt after spurt, sometimes in long strings, sometimes in blobs. After twelve pulses, I’m having too much fun to bother counting and still his cum keeps shooting, each blob now smaller until the last one oozes out from the end of his cock and falls into my open mouth. I milk his cock, but he’s totally spent. He rolls off me, and I lie there for a few seconds, watching his magnificent cock slowly soften, then take my briefs off, wipe all the cum from my face and the few drop that had landed on my chest, then put them back on again, totally drenched with his cum. I’m going to wear them for the rest of the day and perhaps to school tomorrow. I don’t care if I smell of cum, it’s an aroma that I love. He dozes off for half an hour or so and when he wakes, we hook the camcorder up to our big sixty inch TV and replay the video. It’s astounding, much better than the one we’d watched days earlier. The quantity of cum is unbelievable. We upload the video to a Pornhub site and watch it again, knowing that thousands of guys must be wanking themselves silly over it. In a way, I’m famous. If anyone recognises my face, I’ll proudly confess to being on the receiving end of buckets of my Dad’s cum. When I’m older, I’ll do it to him. The end.

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