I’ll be looking out for it. Cheers TL.
So hot TL. I’m as hard as hell. This is just the best filth ever. Cheers … drink up.THE CURE
Chapter 8: The five seconds' rule (part 2)
"Besides you know the shit you've been ordering is no good compared to our fresh loads. It is probably worth nothing after transportation." Diego completed.
"Enough chit chat, we will make it quick and simple. Zander, Brown, on your knees, the others, take your dicks out. You'll cum in this."
Coach Jordan put a large glass on a bench in the centre of the locker-room.
Here we were again, I thought.
Those types of situations were becoming way too "normal", but I got on my knees, very close to the designated glass, ready to drink my mates' juice.
"Be sure to swallow right after they cum. The five seconds' rule, you know, we better implement it right away. Zander and Brown you'll share the spunk. I'll join in with the Alphas."
Coach Jordan slid down his shorts and revealed his already blatantly hard cock to us. The dude had no shame at all.
From this point on, things escalated quickly.
I turned my face and Simon was next to me, on his knees as well. The guys started to form a circle around the bench, and therefore, around us, - even Jason was there.
The eight studs in the circle were stark naked and more or less hard. Most of them were looking at a porn on their phones while they were stroking themselves. Franck was only staring at me.
"Should we cum directly in their mouths?" He asked our coach. "I think it's more efficient if they get it straight from the tap?"
My head started spinning.
Honestly thought, I was about to suggest it... I was going mad!
"No!" Simon snapped back immediately.
"Just aim at the glass, Son." Coach Jordan settled.
He slapped Franck's bare ass for good measures.
Just like that, eight juicy cocks were surrounding me, getting stroked and leaking proficiently.
It was like I was drunk and seeing things double, but it was all real! Everywhere I looked, there was a massive dick dripping!
Black, white, caramel; Veiny, girthy, thick or lengthy; Cut or uncut, they did have one thing in common, they were bigger and longer than the average schlong. I was living with monster cocks!
Seriously, the big black cocks of the Jackson twins were even more impressive when kneeling down a few inches from them. They were also merely identical.
"Do they really need to stay here?" Jason complained again. "I cannot cum if they look at my cock like that."
Coach Jordan got really mad this time.
He was right though; Jason was ruining the fun!
"ENOUGH, HILL! You heard the President! The Betas need to ingest the loads in less than five seconds! They need to remain close, so fucking shut up and aim at the freaking glass if you don't want a kick in your butt!"
From this point on, Jason stroked his cock furiously.
It would have certainly been comical if my own survival had not been at stake.
The others did not seem to mind as much. I mean, at this point, they were used to it. Their little enterprise of cum selling was doing great, Allan, the farmer boy had become a daily consumer (or should I say cumsumer) and they were beating their meat together on a daily basis.
More and more often, I was around, ready to catch any leftovers.
Right there, in the locker-rooms, the guys were losing money feeding us with their cum, I knew that I had to be thankful so I showed an even more appreciative face.
I tried to help them out by finding a position which would hide my own cock underneath my singlet, - I was still wearing it -- and I started to think that a chastity cage might be useful after all...
Seeing them fapping, hearing them grunting, having all those dicks making back and forth motions before my eyes, I wanted to jerk-off like crazy and I was leaking a lot.
Thank God I was about to swallow a lot of fresh jocks' jizz tp even things out!
"Bros stick together!" Coach Jordan repeated several times as he was stroking his own (huge and veiny) slab of meat.
Just like Franck and a few others, Coach Jordan did not pretend that he needed a porn to get horny. He jerked himself off simply by looking at Simon and I, as we were patiently waiting our food on our knees.
The cum started pouring about ten minutes after the beginning of the session.
Peter was the first one to go. He aimed at the glass and for the first time, I felt the pressure of the time passing by.
The first volley, the second, the third... Peter busted seven loads before he was done. And the seconds were passing by! So quickly! Simon and I looked at each other. He seemed paralyzed; his mouth semi-opened in a state of shock.
"Come on, boys! Drink-up!" The Coach pressed us the second Peter was done with his orgasm. "Hurry!"
He was right! We were wasting some precious proteins!
I grabbed the glass and licked the sides off before pouring the thick cum sitting inside straight into my mouth.
Shit, it was all warm! Also, Peter's loads were very gooey, I had to play with them in my mouth before actually swallowing.
"Next load will be for Brown, then." Coach Jordan settled, unbothered.
I felt ashamed to have jumped on this glass like a true eager slut.
Although, I was... Not a slut of course, this whole thing was only for medical reasons, but eager, I was for sure!
Jason was the second one to cum. Fantastic, Simon could have this one and his translucent shitty sperm!
I was still feeling the strong state of Peter in my mouth.
The more the guys were reaching their own orgasms, the more Coach Jordan seemed excited by the situation. He was so fucking hard: a truncheon made of pink flesh and prominent blue veins was standing before me.
His dick was glistening with precum.
"Come on, my boys, that's it, empty your loads, feed your teammates!"
Franck started to play with his nipples as he would often do. I hate to admit it but I was hoping that when his time to cum would come, I would be the one feeding on Franck's loads.
The twins jizzed at the same time and Simon and I got to share the third and fourth serving.
As they were both poorly aiming at the glass, I got hit on the face multiple times, and in the end, I am not sure if I ate more of Andre's or Tyrone's cum.
They tasted and looked the same anyway. Probably a twin thing.
Definitely though, I got to swallow more Alpha juice than Simon. He was way too shy about this, taking too much time!
When I was licking cum off the bench, he was looking at me like I was an alien or something.
Come on, Simon, you were the one telling me how much we needed some fresh cum, I thought.
I guess that the multiple occasions where I had already eaten their leftovers, - or Franck's full loads of proteins -, were helping me out in this instance.
Coach Jordan was particularly proud of me.
"Amazing, Zander! You were born for this! Look at you, slurping on that fresh warm Alpha spunk! See, some guys are made to be Betas!"
I nodded yes, sticking my tongue out to reach the corner of my lips where some residue of jizz were dripping off.
Coach Jordan picked-up some cum from my cheeks and shoved his creamy fingers in my mouth. I licked them off, or rather sucked them off, just like Franck had taught me.
While I was busy with the coach, Diego jizzed in the glass and Simon was the one to drink-up the precious semen. Lucky bastard, Diego had nutted some thick creamy white loads!
Although, Simon did not even lick off the side and was scolded by the coach who, the same way that he had done for me, forced some more cum down his throat with his fingers.
At this point, things started to get messy. Well, messier than they already were.
Simon was reluctant to continue and we realized that Coach Jordan and Gino had been hit by friendly-fire, probably during the twins' ejaculation or more recently, when Diego had busted his own loads.
"If you cannot appreciate what we are doing for you, Brown, Zander will get all the benefits!"
Coach Jordan rubbed his dick against my forehead and cheeks to smear me with his precum.
I was then asked to lick his thighs and Gino (hairy) abs to collect some of the leftovers from the previous cum-shots.
What was the source of the sperm I was slurping? I had no idea. Were we still respecting the five seconds' rule? Not at all. Did I keep swallowing? Of course, I did! I needed that Alpha nectar.
Truthfully, I was not in my normal state.
The events were happening but I was missing bit and pieces. At some point, I realized that Simon was no longer there and Franck, Gino and Coach Jordan were standing before me stroking their huge dicks.
They looked stunning.
I know that sounds gay, and maybe I was indeed turning gay, but that was really what I thought when I saw them. Gorgeous dripping cocks. Simon was a dumbass to run away from this.
The precum leaking from their piss-slits looked like the more appetizing meal I could ever eat.
And I ate it!
Franck thought he could teach Coach Jordan one of our tricks.
I laid down on my back on the locker-room's dirty floor, - fuck, it was stinking like sweat, feet and cum down there -, and Franck, Gino and the Coach took turn standing right above my face to let the droplets of precum fall from their wet cockheads straight into my mouth.
The worst part was, my blatant erection was now fully exposed to my teammates and the Coach.
Did I still care though?
It almost looked like my best friend was about to empty himself directly onto me but Gino eventually grabbed the glass and came in it.
I straightened up to swallow it fast. Gino was holding the glass for me, properly feeding me like a baby.
A dirty filthy cum-addicted baby.
Something switched in Gino's eyes as I was swallowing his fresh loads.
Somehow, it became obvious that he was no longer seeing me as his friend. I was not too sure of what we were, but we had become something different.
I had reasons to be happy though. Less than five seconds had passed between his ejaculation and the moment I felt his spunk going down my throat, straight to my stomach.
Mission accomplished!
I pondered over the fact that I had never swallowed that much spunk in one go and I knew that more big loads were about to come. Coach Jordan and Franck Karter were both notorious for their huge and intense orgasms.
It turned out that they were even more impressive when they were cumming at the same time!
At this point, I had no idea what they were aiming at, all I know is that I ended completely drenched!
It was raining milk all over me on both sides and I was getting hit everywhere, my face, my cheeks, even my lips and eyes, - Oh God, I was turning blind, - but my body too, my singlet was all wet, my bare thighs were dripping with fresh warm jizz.
Soaked and disoriented, I opened my mouth and I felt some volleys of fresh cum, -- where they coming from the Coach or from Franck? -, hitting my exposed tongue.
In the middle of this explosion of jizz, the dirty glass did end-up getting filled. I had to drink-it up, and fast.
"Quick, Boy! Swallow! Swallow!" Coach Jordan pressed me.
Just like Gino, he grabbed the glass and forced the gooey content down my throat. At the same time, the Coach was using his other hand to collect more cum on his fingers and feed them to me.
Once I was done with the glass, I could suck-off my fingers and the Coach's hands, searching cum anywhere I could.
"Good boy." Coach Jordan spoke as I was feeding myself.
He helped me out of my rowing singlet, the sport gear was coated with sperm, and he slammed the wet fabric against my face.
"Clean that off! It's messy as hell; There's cum everywhere on that thing!"
In a somewhat cruel move, Coach Jordan put his bare foot on my now uncovered hard cock.
"And this, that's not good! Zander, you need to get a hold of that thing!"
He rubbed his foot against my cock as I was blind, sucking-up on my own rowing singlet.
"You'll definitely need to cage that!"
By some miracle, I managed not to cum.
Coach Jordan finished me off by rubbing his now deflating cock all over my face and tongue. I did not realize I was licking a cock until hours later, when I recalled the event. On the moment, it had just seemed natural.
I did realize that I was becoming a freak though...
If my place within the team and the house had already drastically changed since I had been diagnosed as a Beta, this feeding session had definitely sealed the deal!
In one sense, it was awful, I felt like I had become my roommates' bitch. But in a way, I did need their sperm and there was something comforting in owning the fact that we were all holding different roles.
Yes, there was a hierarchy between us but why did that have to be an issue?
However, the exercise did not strengthen the rowing team the way the Coach had anticipated.
Later that night, Simon told us that he was leaving. At least for a few weeks.
That was difficult for me. Simon had become someone I could talk to, and without him, I would be the only remaining Beta in the team.
"The Cum Factory is no longer shipping batches." He explained. "The C.E.D. Corporation has sent us an email. Due to the five seconds' rule, they are requiring all their clients to move to the Factory for the duration of the Protocol. Otherwise, we have to quit the program. I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Simon... That's crazy! Your classes! The team!" I tried.
"The team? You really think we belong with them now? How could you accept to submit to them like that in the locker-room earlier? That was sick!"
"Dude, you've been drinking cum as much as I have, if not more! I'm just trying to survive, just like you."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Dan, you have to stop pretending we can live a normal life here as long as we are a Beta... My only goal is to change that freaking label as soon as possible, and the Factory is my best shot to fight the defect. I'll be there for the next few weeks; they ensure me I should get positive results for our next testing."
There was no way of making him stay.
To be fair, I was not even sure that I wanted him there.
Selfishly, I did not want to have to fight with him over the few leftovers that I could get from our in-house suppliers.
Franck looked somewhat affected by the news.
Simon was his best friend. Or at least, he used to be.
It was weird walking to the CuM Centre without him the next morning. I was expecting some changes but the process was still the same. I had to wait in line, with Steve and Gregory, until we were served our shots of spunk.
No five seconds' rule.
It did seem ridiculous to settle for that ounce of cum which had been made minutes ago when I knew I needed to ingest so much more and closer to the source.
Also, I smiled to myself thinking about how disgusted I was, just 15 days before, to swallow my first shot.
Funny how quickly things can change.
Speaking about changes, they did eventually arrive at the Centre the following day!
When we got there with the boys, only the distinctive smell of cum was the same, otherwise, the setting of the CuM Centre was entirely different.
I was no longer meant to wait in line to get a dose of the Cure. I was asked by a soldier to go into one of the cubicles, where seven men would enter, one after the other, and feed me.
With seven orgasms, the Government had figured that each Beta male would get his average of an ounce of sperm a day. Only purely fresh this time. As Franck would say, "straight from the tap".
Fuck though.
There was no other way to say this: I was about to become a literal cum dumpster.
Was I ready for this?!
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See you next week to see how well Daniel handles swallowing cum "straight from the tap". And thanks for your support on Patreon, finally, I am posting the epic last chapter this week!
Good grief TL I can almost taste that last shot. Franck has turned out to be not such a bad guy after all. Can’t wait for next week. Thanks a load *laughing emoji*THE CURE
Chapter 9: Just the tip (part 2)
Suddenly, I saw myself in a porn. I was a nasty bitch swallowing cum from a huge black bodybuilder.
And while crazy thoughts were running through my mind, the orgasm kept on coming and I kept my mouth opened, wider and wider.
I could not waste a single drop!
Darius had the precision of a wrestler, he did not miss any of his shots, they all went straight into my mouth. And after more than twenty seconds of feeding, I felt like I was drowning in his gooey warm sperm.
"Fuck... fuck yeah..." Big D. moaned as he kept on busting his loads.
Once he was done, I had a mouth-full like never before.
"Close your mouth fella, and play with it inside, it will help you heal faster."
I did as I was told, running the sperm against my palate and through my teeth.
Darius did not seem to think what had just happened was a big deal.
Apparently, he was a casual feeder of Beta males. This quick jerk-off session and orgasm into my mouth was pretty tamed in comparison to what he was doing with some other dudes.
I learned later that day that he was actually making a fortune by cumming into other guys' throats.
And I had been blessed with his nutritious loads for free... Lucky me, indeed!
As Darius left, I forgot I was supposed to go as well. A soldier had to open the curtains and pulled me out of the cabin.
"No more than seven, Beta! You know the rules!"
Damn, he did not need to be that harsh! I would have probably said something back if I were not still struggling with the amount of jizz sticking to my palate.
When I got out of the cubicle, I realized how much things had changed.
The Beta males who had been fed and locked up in a cubicle for between half an hour to a full hour were all looking like zombies, most of them had cum coating all over their faces.
Most of them. I should have had said, most of us.
I was definitely drenched too. And numb. And also... happy? Satisfied?
God, what was I turning into?
Gino looked at me like I was an alien as I walked up to him. I did not know what to say.
"Well, that was new!" Diego broke the silence.
I had not realized he was next to me with some of the other guys from the frat.
"I had to feed Greg Marshall. He tried to suck my cock, the big hungry boy!" Tyrone said with his usual jokester's tone.
"Did you let him?" Diego asked.
"A magician never reveals his secrets."
Gosh... Some had already moved on to blowjobs! Of course, if you could suck a dick in a college's bathroom, you could suck a dick in a freaking CuM Centre.
"What happens in the cubicle stays in the cubicle." Darius said wisely, winking at me.
I suddenly felt overwhelmed. Being fed this way was making everything realer, crazier, gayer. I literally had to sit down.
"Are you okay?" Gino asked me.
"Yeah... Sorry... That was a lot, I guess... I mean, it was intense! I... Fuck, Gino... I... Seven guys just jizzed for me, right next to me, on me!"
I was freaking out. Gino patted my shoulders.
"I know, mate. But it's for your own good, right. That's just the Protocol."
"How did it go for you?"
"My Beta was Steve... He... He wanted to make sure we were respecting the five seconds' rule so he requested for... I'm not sure how to say that... He was really committed to the five seconds' thing."
I did not ask for any more details as Gino seemed too uncomfortable.
I could very well picture what had happened anyway.
One thing which helped me to get back on track was that, by this point, I knew that one could get used to anything.
Just like I had got accustomed to drink a shot of load each morning, I could get used to be fed seven ejaculations in a tiny cubicle.
Also, I could not deny that I had not hated the experience. Far from it, actually.
"I'm sorry I did not know which cubicle you were into, or I would have made sure to pick you! Someone else got the full extra-large meal today!" Franck whispered in my ears as we were back on campus later that day.
You guessed it, he grabbed his junks as he went away.
I had goosebumps.
If we were strategic enough, maybe we could make sure that I was fed seven large loads each morning by picking-up the right candidates. This was something to think about...
If I could avoid the micro penis and the translucent loads and focus on the jocks, I would certainly heal faster.
It was all about getting better, right?
My mind also wandered to Simon, living inside the Cum Factory. He must have been jizzed on by dozens of guys, maybe more, on a daily basis.
I was not too sure whether I found it gross or if I envied him at this point.
"Zander, I asked you a question."
Fuck, I had lost myself in my thoughts during class.
Professor Dentons was looking at me severely. He was certainly acting very different than in the morning at the Centre.
"Sorry, professor, I did not hear..."
"Well, you should be paying attention, I was talking about a subject of high interest for Beta males such as yourself. The fundamental right of choosing how one wishes to get treated when afflicted by a disease."
I pretended to pay attention for the rest of the class, but for the past weeks, I was barely able to function normally and my grades were plunging.
Only within the rowing team, I was achieving some of my best results, every other area of my life was downright chaotic.
It was only the beginning of my journey though.
The guys at home had maintained their business, however, the new Protocol had led them to feed their customers directly.
When I came back home that evening, Allan, the farmer boy whom I was meeting for the first time, was kneeling down in the middle of the living room waiting for the rest of the guys to come home.
Only Peter and Andre were there to prepare the living space for the big Cum Event to come.
I noticed that there was no cup and I wondered how they would feed him.
Worst part was, I could not help thinking about how lucky Allan was! I was jealous! The boys had never told me how much he was paying, but apparently, it was a lot.
Prices had doubled recently, since the jizz had to be served fresh, straight from the balls.
I followed my usual coping mechanism -- hiding in my room -- and I sat down on my bed, trying to control my restless erection while I started to hear the guys cheering downstairs.
I guessed there were taking turns feeding their customer... For some damn reason, it only got my cock harder.
Let me tell you something, you have no idea of how exhausting it is to fight against your own dick until you have been strictly forbidden to cum for weeks.
Every area of my life was affected. It was a constant battle to focus on anything else other than my balls begging for a release.
I had no functioning brain. I was a horned-up animal... In need for fresh cum.
I even had trouble to pee. Half of the time, things were getting messy as my cock was constantly aiming at the ceiling... I cannot count the number of times I pissed on my own face in the shower during that time!
I heard the guys laughing downstairs. The session with Allan was not over.
I put some music on to try to get inside my own bubble. But even alone with my thoughts, only images of fat girthy cocks, ready to burst their creamy loads were coming to me. I was almost hallucinating at one point.
There was a new thing called the "SOS", for "Spunk Obsession Syndrome" and although I had been sceptical at first, I was now fully believing in it.
Some lawyers had used the "SOS" to defend their clients who had robbed gallons of cum from the storage centres. Betas males had been conditioned to search for cum and it had twisted their minds, it was scientifically proved.
The more they were being told how crucial and redeeming cum was, the more they were drinking it, the more they were becoming obsessed with it... The more they were susceptible to make irrational decisions to procure the precious nectar.
I could relate.
I fell asleep somehow and when I woke up, Gino was snoring in his bed.
He was naked and lying above the covers, on his stomach. He would have never done that before the introduction of the Protocol but, at this point, was there still a point to be modest? I looked at his hairy muscular ass.
I was thirsty.
I was horny too, but that was beside the point.
I got out of the room but I was stopped in my way to go downstairs. Franck was playing with his phone in the corridor. He was about to go back to his own room that he used to share with Simon. He was wearing his usual broad underwear.
"We have not seen you for dinner." He told me, not too loud to avoid waking up our roommates.
"You were all very busy with someone else. I did not want to intrude."
"Ooooh, I sense some jealousy!" He teased me.
"Shut up. That's not funny."
"Chill out, dude! When will you stop being so on edge all the time? Life is good."
I did not say anything.
Franck took a look at my blatantly hard cock, poking lewdly underneath my boxer briefs.
"Jesus, you do look tense as fuck."
"I wish you could be in my position, just once. It's hell."
"I bet. Not cumming must be the worst. I emptied my balls a couple hours ago and I could still go for round two."
I looked at his crotch. For once, he was not hard. Maybe a semi.
"You have no idea the torture it's been to see everyone in this freaking city nut, except for me!"
I did not intend to be this genuine with Franck, but as I mentioned, I was exhausted.
"Yeah... You do look tired... Listen, Dan, if you want a refill. I can give you one." I looked at the floor. "For free, I mean! No task, no service, nothing. I have a few more loads in my balls. Each ounce of seeds counts, right?"
"Really? You would do that, for free?"
"For you, of course. Bros have to stick together, remember?"
I was about to say that I was not sure it was a good idea when Franck slid down his underwear to his ankles. Suddenly, his flaccid cock was hanging before me.
"Let's go then, let's do it quickly." He pressed me.
"Here?"
"Why not? Everybody's asleep, come on, I'm sure I can cum in less than five minutes. Just get on your knees."
I did come out of my room because I was thirsty...
This time, I did not try to push back.
I knew that I would end-up on my knees, my mouth wide opened, so why pretend? See, there was no cup in the middle of the corridor, and Franck was not going to nut on the walls, so when he told me to open my mouth, I was expecting it and I simply obeyed.
He got hard in less than ten seconds, - fuck, that dude was a machine -, Franck had his eyes shut and he did the usual rubbing of his nipples.
Several times, he told me that he was about to nut and he got his cockhead very close to my lips, but those were false alerts.
Still, his cockhead would find his way against my lips in the process. At least, I was swallowing some juicy and nutritious precum when he would rub his shaft against my mouth. Not everything was lost.
At some point, Franck suggested another method.
"Bro, I think we can speed up the process and make it more efficient."
I did not say anything. I was anticipating something weird.
I was not disappointed.
"Just lock your lips around my cockhead, the pressure will make me go quicker and this way, you're sure not to miss a droplet. The dude I had this morning, I painted the cubicle white, but I almost missed all my shots into his mouth. Such a shame."
"Dude... That's too much..."
I was neither convinced not convincing.
"What? You prefer a facial? I'm going to make a mess, and then the guys are going to ask questions! I thought you'd prefer to keep this between us."
"Of course. But... I..." I took a deep breath. "That's gay, Franck..."
"Not at all! We're between bros, right? I'm just helping you out. And it's not like you would be sucking me, it would be just to catch the juice properly, your Cure. It will be just the tip."
"Just the tip?"
"Sure! I'll tell you when I'm ready."
Just like that, there was no more question in that sentence.
Franck would give me his go and I would have to lock my lips around his wet cockhead. It was decided.
Maybe he thought that this was no "homo at all", but I was way too excited by the prospect for it to be entirely straight.
Yes, I can admit to it now, a part of me definitely wanted to try it.
To be fair, since the moment he had known that I was about to put his uncut dick in my mouth, Franck seemed way hornier! His dick was raging at full-mast, throbbing and precumming. He was stroking it with his two hands.
I was on my knees, waiting patiently for my moment to shine. Hard as well.
"NOW! Take it!"
He pushed his cock against my lips and semi-opened mouth and I swallowed his cockhead.
I was thinking I would only be surrounding the tip, but I was also sensing his retracted foreskin and a part of the top of his cock, beyond his head.
"Grrrrllll...." I made a guttural sound.
"I'm coming, man."
Indeed, he was.
I felt a volley tapping against my throat and flooding my mouth, then another, and a third, and a fourth... until Franck had full-on exploded in my mouth, turning it into a white milky river.
After each throb, it felt like his dick was getting, even so slightly, buried deeper into my mouth.
Was it still just the tip?
I told myself so.
After a while, I wanted to say to Franck that he could withdraw but he did not seem in a hurry and I had my mouth-full so it was difficult to express anything without swallowing more inches of his slab of meat.
In the end, I felt his warm cock deflating in my mouth while I was still in the process of drinking-up his loads.
Definitely, the sweetest cum I had swallowed thus far. Also, the biggest loads.
Franck's hyperspermia was certainly not an urban legend.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GUYS?!"
Franck finally took his flaccid cock out of my mouth and I turned around, loads of sperm sliding down my chin.
Gino was there, stark naked and looking pretty shocked.
One would be for less.
"I was..."
Shit, I should not have tried to talk, more cum slid down my bare chest... And you know me, I had to put it all back in my mouth.
NO FUCKING WASTE.
Gino did not make any comment as I was sucking my fingers off.
"I gave a favour to our teammate. I don't want another Simon on our hands. We cannot lose anybody else." Franck said casually, putting his underwear back on.
"Your room is ready?" Gino asked Franck, pretending I was not there.
"Yeap, Darius arrives first thing in the morning."
I looked at them, perplex. I was still swallowing cum, feeling the thick cream sliding down my oesophagus.
"Big D. is the new member of the rowing team." Franck explained. "He applied today, right after the visit at the CuM Centre. And of course, Coach Jordan was thrilled! He'll be taking Simon's spot in my room."
A vivid image of Darius's humongous cock and balls poked right into my brain.
And I thought the house was filled with monster-cocks before...
Now things were really about to get crazy!
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See you next week (or right now on Patreon) to see Dan taking more proactive steps towards getting his cum fix!
if you're impatient the story is already complete on patreonIt's time for the next bit
Ahah yeah, I'm a bit late on my schedule to post the next part here but it's cumming in the next few days.if you're impatient the story is already complete on patreon
Cheers TLAhah yeah, I'm a bit late on my schedule to post the next part here but it's cumming in the next few days.
Just ask. There’ll be someone in Pittsburg take you up on your offer I’m sure. Swallowing cum can be life affirming @Harry BogelThis story is really making me want to find someone willing to be my first donor. I’ve never had a man in my mouth and I wonder if I could perform on him well enough to have him donate in my mouth. I kind of think I’m in this guy’s place…really needing to make a man’s semen a part of me.
I would if it was pay as much as you wish model. Being from developing country can't afford to right now.if you're impatient the story is already complete on patreon
Thank god Dan is finally getting that sperm straight from the factories. It’s really only the practical way to go. *tongue out emoji* Thanks TLTHE CURE
Chapter 10: Team spirit (part 2)
Several times, I had to push him away to make sure I was only swallowing the tip.
The situation got even cruder when some of the guys went back to fapping their cocks against my ass... or against my face while I still had Franck's cockhead lodged inside my mouth!
"I can feel your dick in there, Franck!" Tyrone said, laughing his ass off, as he was slapping his cock against my left cheek.
Maybe I should have said something to gain back some sort of control but I had quite the mouth full already!
"I'm gonna jizz so much, bro, keep that big sausage in your mouth, the blast is coming." Franck teased me.
So, I waited.
I have to admit, at some point, I may have stopped pushing back against Franck's cock lodging itself further down into my throat. Many times, he told me that he was "right there", but only precum was dripping from his piss-slip.
When he finally released his loads, I think that Franck was halfway in and I was semi-choking myself with several inches of his meat.
He had not lied about his orgasm though.
The big blast was real and I felt it, hard.
With no much warning, I felt some warm milk filling up my throat and sliding straight down my oesophagus to my stomach. Clearly, we were respecting the five seconds rule and I was taking all the benefits possible from these XXL loads of cum.
As he was nutting inside of me, - I lost counts of the number of volleys hitting the back of my throat -, Franck grabbed my head to force me to stay still.
He was quickly helped by Darius who slide his two large hands around my throat.
I semi-opened my eyes in a daze. All I could see was the rowing captain's abs against my face, clenching at each new load of thick cum he was pouring into my throat.
"Grrrll Grrrl."
I was making crazy sounds which made some of my teammates laugh.
"Take his juice, Dan, take it all!"
They were cheering me on.
"Grrl, grrl, Grlll..."
"He seems even hungrier than Allan!"
I was drowning in Franck's sperm, it felt like swallowing a gallon of pure concentrated milk, but I stayed strong. I did not puke or gag too much.
I kept it all in and I waited for Franck's cock to be fully deflated before spitting his cock out of my mouth.
At this point, I was panting hard.
"You're ok, mate?" Peter asked.
I must have looked like a mess. I was hardly breathing.
"Yeah." I mumbled, making bubbles in my mouth, filled with white cream.
"Jesus Christ, Franck, you've filled him to the brim!" Andre exclaimed.
"It's going to overflow!" Tyrone chuckled.
"Nah, Dan here is a professional, don't worry, guys! He needs to be full anyway."
I nodded yes and I swallowed some more.
I was proud to live up to the expectations of Franck Karter.
Having confirmation that I was fine uninhibited the other guys even more, if this was possible.
Tyrone was the next one to cum. He had been very excited by my previous trick and he requested the same treatment.
I had no reason to discriminate and I locked my lips around his thick black cock. Fuck, he was even girthier than Franck.
I tried to be a little more mindful about the "just the tip" rule but it did not take long before Ty started to make back and forth motion in my mouth.
"The only way I can cum!" He said to justify himself.
At least, it did not last for more than a few back and forth. Very quickly, Tyrone emptied himself within me. The contact with my lips and tongue had gotten him to the edge.
Even if his cum-shot was incomparable to Franck -- no one was playing in the same "hyperspermia" category -- I could tell that the loads were thick and creamy. Dared I say that they even tasted good?
Diego and Peter who came next were more careful of my boundaries, or maybe themselves were not super comfortable with shoving their cocks down my throat.
Just to be clear, they still made me swallow the tips of their cocks and jizzed straight into my mouth, just like their teammates, but they did not push it.
After the fourth ejaculation, I felt like I truly was becoming a pro at this.
Somehow, I knew that this way of swallowing jizz would soon become the new normal and I guess I was mostly fine with that. When I was ingesting cum, I knew that I was doing the right thing.
It was way better than the sheer feeling of panic and shame I had gone through after I had realized I had messed-up in my bed.
Thinking of which, I was still blatantly hard...
Andre was the next one in line to cum inside of me.
Just like his brother, he was playful. He tried some back and forth, and when I realized I was the one going down his cock, I stopped myself.
I could not really blow him. Right? I was many things, but not a cock sucker!
Andre did not test my limit for too long and he released his eight volleys of cum in my throat. A clean and effective job.
Gino and Big D. were the last ones still standing. Peter had gone back to sleep. The others were watching the end of the show.
Franck held the back of my head.
"Come on, Big D. you turn. You're new to this team, show us your worth!"
With a large smile, Darius took a step towards me and suddenly, I had his fat engorged cock against my face. I am not kidding, that thing was the size of my entire head! I was not even sure I would be able to swallow the tip, but I did try my best.
"That's right, babydoll, take it in your mouth, your precious juice is coming."
Darius told as he fist-bumped Franck, still holding me from behind.
I could try to spin things around here, but either way you were looking at the scene which followed, it was clear that I was no longer only "holding the tip" of a cock in my mouth...
We were more into the "downright face-fucking" territory!
As my head was locked by Franck, Darius started to push his humongous dong further inside my mouth until he fully tapped against my throat and I gagged.
As I spat out an impressive amount of slime and saliva and struggled to keep breathing with his anaconda stuck in my throat, he did seem to think this was a problem.
On the contrary, he started ramming my throat up and down.
"I have tons of precum leaking all over my shaft, dude, you need to get it all in your system. I'm going to feed you so much, man."
"That's the fucking team spirit!" Franck yelled out.
My eyes were widening out, I thought they were about to get expelled from their sockets and all I could feel was that gigantic piece of meat, hard but wet, filling up my throat and pounding me severely.
"You're fine with that, right, Dan? You want it all down in your stomach?" Big D asked me as he was stretching my mouth to its limits.
I nodded yes.
It was true, I was fine with that.
Obviously, since I had shown my consent, things got even filthier from there.
Franck used one of his hands to collect some precum dripping from my own cock and while his friend was ramming me, he pushed his coated fingers inside my mouth. This was wild.
"Don't waste your own precum either, each droplet counts, Beta!"
I exchanged a glance with Gino. He seemed shocked, he was no longer touching his dick, hanging at half-mast between his hairy legs.
All I was thinking about was the healthy cum which was filling up my organs.
"Some would pay millions for juice that good."
Again, I nodded yes, I knew this was perfectly true. I was one lucky Beta male!
Finally, after nearly ten minutes of hardcore face-fucking, Darius pulled his dick out of my mouth and started cumming.
I was startled! Was it not the whole point to have his cockhead in my mouth so he could ejaculate straight within?! Not to lose any drop of precious cum?!
"Darius! The jizz!" Someone howled at him.
I had already jumped back on his big spray hose anyway.
I would not let that seed escape me! Not after all the efforts I had pulled in.
"Sorry, I got lost in the moment." Darius said as he was finishing himself up.
Don't worry, I caught most of his spunk. Only the very first volley had ended-up on my face, it was good to ingest through my skin too so I did not complain.
It was passed 5 am, the guys seemed a bit overwhelmed by the last session with Big D. and there was an awkward moment. From chuckling about the situation, there were now silence and confused looks.
Things had escalated in the heat of the moment, but everyone was seemingly sobering up.
Gino had yet to cum but slowly, the other guys started to go back to their rooms to sleep.
Five minutes later, I found myself dumbfounded and naked, alone in the living-room, the cum dripping on my face, realizing that the party was over.
Although I could not complain about the way I had been fed, - it was by far, the most spunk I had swallowed in one go -, I was still a bit frustrated... One of my meals was missing!
Or so I thought.
When I came back to my room, Gino was furiously jerking-off.
I must have looked surprised because he said:
"You did not really think I would leave you hungry for more?"
I swallowed my saliva.
"You don't have to, Gino... if you don't wanna..."
"We're all part of the same team, bro. That's my duty."
I spontaneously knelt down and crawled to the edge of his bed. Fuck, I was excited. What the hell?
"Wanna do it the new way?" Gino suggested.
He seemed a bit unsure.
As a sole response, I leaned over to take the top of his hard dick in my mouth.
If one of my teammates was deserving of a nice treat, that was certainly Gino.
Immediately, he started moaning.
"Wow... it does feel... different..."
I pushed my head a little further down his cock. I purposely went further down his cockhead this time around, reaching more of his foreskin.
"Different good..." He specified.
I had no idea what was happening to me, to us, to my damn brain... But if Darius had gone so deep within me, I thought it was only fair that Gino got to experience the same thing.
Somehow, I found myself halfway down his shaft, feeling the warm cock throbbing in my mouth, finding its way in my newly-trained throat.
"Hmmm... Keep going... I'll cum quickly..."
So, I went deeper.
"Yeah..."
And deeper.
"Fuck, Dan..."
Until I was properly deepthroating my best friend.
"Good Lord, Dan... Fuck... I... I'm gonna jizz so bad..."
I started bobbing up and down, it was like I was starting to learn about his magnificent cock, his curves, his veins, his moll right above his balls...
I kept going until I had my nose buried in his thick, black and smelly pubic hair.
I caressed his balls with my hands.
Right then, Gino exploded in my throat. One, two, three, four volleys... And some more. He was such a good friend.
His cum tasted damn right delicious. I have to correct my earlier statement, this was the best I had ever had.
And finally, I was full.
[MORE TO CUM]
See you next week to see how far Daniel goes to get more of his fix.