Cum for the Cure

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Cum for the Cure
by Willie B. Florida

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All eyes were drawn to the shirtless boy darting among the shoppers. He zipped around the pharmacy counter and dodged the customers browsing the offerings in the bakery section. He was very good looking, it was true. On the cusp of adolescence. Fit, but with the soft musculature of youth. Skin as smooth as chocolate being poured warm from a copper pan. No noticeable body hair. He was immaculately groomed and wore expensive shoes with socks, close-fitting khaki shorts four inches above the knees and a belt fastened neatly through the loops. He was not wearing a shirt. His looks and his lack of attire on the upper portion of his body certainly helped attract attention, but there was more. He had a joie de vivre, a zest of movement, a sparkle in his eyes, a ready smile on his face. All this was captured in the fifteen seconds it took the boy to get to the deli where a man came around from behind the counter, attired in Publix uniform and apron, and wrapped the young man into a warm embrace. The store was crowded with shoppers picking up dinner items on their way home from work, but a brief hush went over the deli and bakery area as people were vicariously drawn into the obvious affection between the two.

"How's it going son?" the older asked.

"They need me now, Dad. They really do." It seemed that boy was incapable of holding still for more than a few seconds. He bobbed up and down as he spoke. "All the other boys already came and there's lots of girls waiting in line."

"You sure? Once its done you can't change your mind."

"Yeah, of course." The boy's face blossomed into an even bigger grin. "It will be fine. Can I? Please?"

"Come along." The father guided his son with a hand on the back of his bare shoulder, gently caressing the boy's smooth brown skin as he walked them over to the customer service counter. The man handed over a couple of ID cards and his debit card and after a few swipes of the plastic and some taps on the screen the young man behind the counter handed him a small sticker on a piece of paper. The father duly removed the sticker and stuck it behind his son's left ear.

"You got your wish, son."

The boy wasted no time in undoing his laces, neatly unrolling his socks and tucking them into the shoes, unbuckling his belt, and then unzipping his shorts and stepping out of them. He took a moment to fold everything neatly and then stepped out of the gray plaid boxers that were his last remaining item of clothing. He ceremoniously handed everything over to his dad and then cut loose. He let out a whoop and skipped all the way down the beans and pasta aisle, leapt up and just managed to touch the sign hanging over the dairy display and skipped back down the chips and cracker aisle. Once again, shoppers stopped and beamed at the good looking boy who was so obviously enjoying himself.

"He's well hung for so young," commented one of the two elderly ladies who'd stepped aside to let the boy frolic past them.

"Reminds me of my first husband," replied her friend. "He was something, uh, huh!!!"

"How old you say you were?" her friend questioned.

"We was pretty young back then."

"You never told me you were THAT young," her friend chastised.

"Thanks, Dad!" The boy let out one last holler and skipped outside through the automatic doors. Upon emerging outdoors an answering whoop went up from the waiting crowd. A big pink banner hung over the sidewalk, "Cum for the Cure." Two long tables were staffed by volunteers, including the aforementioned boys who'd temporarily cum as much as they could physically muster.

"Y'all stay in line," barked the young woman who was clearly in charge. "Y'all get your turn soon enough. We got this newly stripped boy here. He's going to be good!"

The boy wagged his hips in response and positioned himself inside the pink heart outlined on the sidewalk. The next participant handed over a five dollar donation for cancer research and stepped inside the heart. She looked the boy over head to toe, grinned and set to work wanking him in earnest. He was hard as a rock in no time flat, but in 15 seconds the buzzer went off.

"Damn, it ain't hardly no time at all," the girl groused.

The young woman shooed her out of the heart and gestured at the next "contestant." Every 15 seconds a new girl stepped into the circle and jerked the boy's member as hard as she could. The boy used every trick he'd learned in his young life to keep from coming, but with the 12th girl working his dick he suddenly let out a groan and spewed volumes of white cum all over the her face and neck. The teen's blouse was drenched in the stuff but she didn't let up until the boy started yelping for her to stop.

"Y'all won, you can let him rest for a minute," the coordinator advised. The girl who'd succeeded in pushing him over the edge batted her eyes at the boy and walked over to the table. She fished her hand around inside the raffle box and carefully selected a ticket.

"What'd you get?" her friends asked, eagerly crowding around. They couldn't help but glance over at the newly stripped boy who at this moment was still heaving deep breaths in post-orgasmic stupor.

"Coffee latté at Starbucks," she read out. "That's with him, right?"

"Not if it doesn't say so." The young woman running the event was adamant.

"What!"

"That's right. You won the coffee, not the boy. You ready to start again," she asked.

The boy nodded gamely and without delay the next girl was inside the outlined pink heart with a firm grasp on his penis. He gasped at the sensation on his still sensitive member, but youth being youth, came promptly to erection. Again he strove to hold out as long as possible. He understood that the raffle worked best if as many girls as possible had to put their five dollars into the bin without winning. It was also a challenge and a game to see how long he could hold out. All too soon he was gushing sperm all over another girl and trying desperately not to black out onto the sidewalk.

"How many?" he managed to ask between breaths.

"Twelve again. That's pretty good."

He nodded his head and let his eyes unfocus while the girl picked her raffle prize.

"Two movie tickets. No boy!?" the girl asked incredulously.

This continued until the fifth girl stepped into the heart. He honestly didn't think he had it in him to hold out any longer . . . or to cum again. But this girl had a different touch. She ran her fingernail up the underside of his dick and ran her finger around the crown before sticking her pinky down into his pee hole. Another fun of her nail up his shaft and he was hard again. She didn't jack him as hard as she could, but changed her tempo, first slow and tickling then one or two hard pulls downwards. He couldn't help himself. More sperm erupted from some hidden reservoir and shot right over the girl's head and streaked her hair with white cum. She pulled down on his shaft again and elicited another jet, this time across her front. She mouthed him an air kiss and stepped over to the raffle box.

"I've got a good feeling about this," she announced to all who cared to hear.

She reached in and promptly pulled out the first ticket she touched. She started to grin and then blanched. "Oh, shit," she murmured.

"What'd you get?" asked the friend she'd come with.

"You know my mama."

"What about her?"

"She don't approve of these kinda goings on."

"She don't need to know where y'all were this evening."

"She'll know something."

"How's that?"

The girl held up her ticket. Her friend started to shriek in excitement and then clasped her hand to her mouth, her eyes big. "Oh. Did you even know?"

"No way. I mean, if I did I would never have . . . oh, shit. My mom's going to kill me."

The boy started to wonder what was going, but the young woman in charge started nodding her head up and down gravely. "You got the grand prize, didn't you?"

"Please, can I put it back and choose something else?" the girl pleaded.

"That's not how it works. We posted the rules." She gestured behind her at the large pink "Cum for the Cure" sign on a brass easel. A page of small-font type was attached to the bottom. "You get the grand prize, but we get $1000.00 donated by Publix. Anyway, take your time. You have until just before the store closes."

"Oh. My. God." The girl stared off into space.

"Did she get the boy?" The girl asked who would have been next in line. "I mean, this boy's taken now?"

"Oh yes, she got the boy, but that's not what's got her all worked up."

The boy in question finally realized that perhaps he should have read the rules too. What was this about being "gotten"?

"Um, can I ask a question?" he ventured.

"Sure," responded the woman in charge.

"I mean, I'm stripped and all, but is there something else I was supposed to do. I mean," he blushed slightly, "I mean other than cum?"

"Oh, no, you did great! You were perfect. No worries."

"But, she said . . . I mean you said . . . something about she got the boy?"

"Oh, that! Of course. You read the rules, right? I had you sign the papers."

"Yeah, I signed, but . . . I didn't really . . . "

"The boys never do. The girls either for that matter. No harm done. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"Enjoy . . . what?"

But the woman was now talking to the "winning" girl. "The store's going to close in a bit. I can go in with you and your friend if you're shy. I'll talk to his dad. He works at the deli counter."

The three girls, the "cum coordinator", the "winner" and her friend all trekked inside. The boy stood in the pink heart looking at the crowd of girls that were debating among themselves whether they should wait around to see if any more boys would be produced or if they should just go home.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably ten minutes, his dad came out. Seeing his son still standing in the pink heart he strode over. "Got what you wanted, it seems. Good job."

His son looked at his dad.

"Got yourself stripped and a girlfriend all in one day -- in less than an hour, in fact!"

"A girlfriend?"

"I don't know what your mother will say, but I'll tell her to go easy on you. She was young once, too, believe it or not." His dad chuckled. "I wasn't much older than you when I first met her."

"What girlfriend?"

"The girl. I just met her. The one who got you off."

"She's my girlfriend? She said she got the boy and I figured . . . actually, I didn't figure nothin'!" The boy laughed at himself.

"Come on inside, son. They're stripping her now."

Father and son stepped into the store, the air conditioning hitting them like a wall. There by the customer service desk was the girl who'd just teased him into his fifth orgasm of the evening. Her friend was holding her clothes and the girl was just turning towards them.

The boy stopped in his tracks. The girl was stunning. I mean, she was beautiful. His girlfriend? Oh, yeah. He let out a whoop, leapt into the air and ran over to her. He could feel his dick trying to rise against all odds and fatigue. The girl let herself smile and then a grin broke out across her face.

"I'm Roxanne," she announced.

"Trayvon."

And right there in Publix they kissed and held one another while the last shoppers of the day enjoyed the sight of the young lovers passionate embrace.

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