Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA.
Comments: akaCockBobber(at)yahoo(dot)com
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Disclaimer:  This story is intended for adults.  It
contains themes and situations that are not suitable
for those not considered adults in their communities.
It also contains naughty words.  All characters in
this story are intended to be portrayed as adults
and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange,
disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they
are described as doing.

The following is part eight of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Affirmations
     by AKA


Mrs. Kohmfetter held me in one of the tightest and
longest hugs I'd ever felt.  I sort of put my arms
around her -- uncertain what to do with my hands. 
Tanya looked on from the kitchen with a smile as she
got herself a glass of water.  Finally, I actually
thought I heard a soft sob as Mrs. K pulled back and
looked me in the face.  She grasped my shoulders with
each hand and gave me a big smile.

"I always knew there was a cocksucker in there
somewhere, Bobby ... just waiting to get out!" she
beamed, a tear in her eye.

I was stunned.  Or still stunned, actually.  I hadn't
said a word since we'd entered the house and Tanya
instantly trumpeted, 'Mom, guess what?  Bobby sucked
his first cock tonite!'

I knew Tanya would tell her mother what happened --
she told her mother everything -- but I had no idea
she'd just shout it out as we walked through the door.

'Well, this first two or three, depending on how you
count it,' she had continued.  Then, Tanya began a
detailed description of what had happened -- including
excitedly voiced terms like 'faggot spermgobbler' and
'semensucker' -- along with an accounting of how every
drop of cum ended up in my mouth.  I just stood there
shifting uncomfortably -- unable to deny a word of it,
but hating how she described it.  Mrs. K listened
wide-eyed and intently, then just walked across the
room and hugged me.  And here she was staring at me
with what looked like tears of joy in her eye.

And then she kissed me.

And it wasn't just a peck, either.  She pressed her
lips to mine tenderly.  I froze, of course, not
knowing what the heck the mother of my girlfriend was
doing.  I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt her
tongue glide lightly across my lips.  She felt my
reaction and pulled away with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bobby.  I didn't mean to starle you. 
It's just that I love to kiss a man after the first
time.  The taste of cock on his lips is just so ... so
... "

"Mom!" interrupted Tanya playfully.  "Stop kissing my
boyfriend and help me out here!"

Mrs. K finally released me and turned to face her
daughter.  I was so tensed up, however, that I swear I
didn't move a millimeter as she let go.

"Help you with what, dear?" Mrs. K asked.

"Help find me some COCK, Mom!" she cried in
exasperation.  "Watching him suck off those guys made
me so horny, Mom.  And telling you about it made me
hornier.  Bobby hogged all the dick tonite, so I need
fucked bad.  Really bad."  Tanya crossed her legs and
squirmed as she spoke.

"Oh, you poor dear.  Well, I know how hot and bothered
watching a hot little faggot like Bobby would get me,
so I can certainly sympathize.  Tell you what, dear,
my date for the evening is sitting in the back den
right now watching the game.  I was going to wait
until halftime, but I bet you could coax him into
filling your little pussy with cock.  Especially since
you're still so tight -- Bobby's little thing probably
barely spread you open at all."

"REALLY, MOM?!?  You're gonna let me have Dave
Hunsacker??!  Oh wow, you're the BEST!!"  Tanya bolted
down the hall, practically skipping all the way.  I
watched in dismay as she reached the door, stripped
off her shirt, and disappeared inside.  As the door
closed behind her, I heard a surprised sounding male
voice for a second ... and then silence.

I just stood there ... staring at the door.

"Oh, don't worry, Bobby.  Dave's got a great cock. 
He'll take good care of her.  Trust me.  Now, come
over here and sit down.  We have a LOT to talk about."

She took my hand and guided me over to the couch.  I
numbly followed along and we sat down.

"So, Bobby, tell me.  Was this the first time you saw
another man's hard cock up close?"

"Yes," I answered robotically.

"And you jumped in and sucked them off right out of
the gate, eh?  You are quite the little faggot, aren't
you?" she squealed.  She reached out and touched my
arm and leaned in close.  "You just couldn't keep your
mouth off them, I suppose, but I always knew you were
a natural cocksucker.  You must be so happy right
now!"

"Happy?" I asked, my head still spinning.

"Of course, Bobby!  You're a cumsucker, afterall," she
bubbled.  "Having a load of sticky jism blown directly
into your throat is the ultimate culmination of all
you are.  A mouth like yours was made to have semen in
it and Tanya is the perfect woman to ensure that it's
kept full and happy.  Boy, your little pecker must
have been stiff as a board ... well, a twig anyway ...
when you were pumping your hand up and down those
thick shafts, huh?"

I looked away in embarrassment.  I certainly didn't
want to admit that ... much less tell her that I'd cum
right as Malph shot in my mouth.

"What ... Bobby?  Why the odd look?  Are ... are you
embarrassed about what happened tonight?"

"Well, of course!"

"Oh, don't be silly, Bobby!  I understand, though ...
I really do.  There are a lot of silly notions and
misconceptions out there about cocksuckers.  Some
would probably say you're sacrificing your manhood by
being a cocksucker, but we both know that implies no
real loss in your case.  Really, the only thing that's
being sacrificed is the antiqated notion that cocks
only belong in girl's mouths.  What a waste, right? 
Why, the mouth of someone like you is perfectly suited
for cocksucking.  So there's nothing to be embarrassed
about, right?"

"But ... "

"Oh, don't tell me you're embarrassed that your tiny
winky was rigid and straining as your mouth was
stuffed full of man-meat?"

My eyes darted back and forth nervously.  "Ye-es," I
practically sobbed.

"Noooo, don't be ridiculous!  Surely you know that
it's perfectly natural for someone like you to truly
relish the feeling of a thick cock in your mouth. 
That little tent in your pants is nothing but a sign
of respect for the woman in your life.  So that can't
be it."

"But ... "

"Hang on, Bobby.  I'm thinking.  Wait a minute ...
you're not embarrassed that as the thick spermy cream
shot against the back of your mouth, your boyish
pee-pee was twitching and squirting it's thin, flimy
juice into thin air, are you?"

"She ... she told you about that?" I pleaded,
practically begging for it not to be true.

"Told me about it?  Bobby, she practically raved about
it.  Weren't you listening?"

To be honest, I'd tuned out most of what Tanya had
described to her mother.  I wasn't quite as ready to
relive the whole thing as she was.

"She was thrilled to once again see proof that you
find the most sexual pleasure when your mouth is
filled to overflowing with gooey mancream.  And she
was so pleased to finally give you access to a
constant supply of that pleasure.  She understands
that you were frustrated before ... when you used to
have to wait until her pussy was done being pumped
full of cum before you could get that jism into your
mouth.  But now you've got a whole town full of cock
available from which you can pump the nectar that you
need so much for sexual release."

That couldn't be right.  I didn't 'need' cum in my
mouth in order to orgasm.  I mean, sure ... I blew my
load as soon as I felt Malph's cum in the back of my
mouth, but it was Tanya riding on my dick that got me
going, right?

Right?

I panicked silently.

"Bobby, Tanya was so proud of you for blowing your
measly load into the air.  I mean, when you had ample
opportunity to soil her blessed pussy with your weak
little spermies, yet still chose to spit your milky
slime outside her slit where your tongue could lap it
up more easily ... that's when you proved how
different you really are from all the others.  That is
the action of a true gentle-man.  You'll never be more
man than they are, Bobby, but you're certainly more of
a gentle-man than they'll ever be.  I mean, teaching
yourself to find sexual joy in a bellyful of sperm
instead of having to pound mercilessly away at her
pussy like a real man ... that's truly a selfless act
of love.  Tanya will never forget that.  You've made
her so happy."

Teaching myself?  She couldn't be right.  I wanted to
make Tanya happy ... and I'd put up with a lot in
order to do that.  I found joy in giving her pleasure,
not eating cum.  Or .. or were they one and the same? 
No ... no, that couldn't be it.

"Mrs. K, I ... it's not the sperm in my mouth that
makes me cum.  It's that Tanya is so s-sexy and ..."

"Oh, please, Bobby ... don't be so humble!  Surely by
now you've figured out that your little thingy is
never going to be enough to satisfy her physically. 
The only real pleasure it can possibly bring her is
when she watches it shoot all on it's own ... as you
demonstrate your selfless devotion to cumsucking by
cumming yourself.  I can pretty much guarantee that
all your orgasms will be that way from now on, Bobby. 
And it's pretty apparent that even your own little
pecker has given up on ever cumming inside warm flesh
again.  I mean, you didn't even cum inside her the one
and only time you had opprtunity to fuck her pussy;
you waited until you got your mouthful of yummy sperm.
 So please, Bobby ... don't go telling me it's my
daughter's sexiness that set you off.  Sure, I know my
daughter is a hot little fucktoy, but you don't see
anyone else just blowing off into space when they get
a look at her, do you?  Not like you do when you get a
mouthful of jism.  This modesty of yours is simply
another sign that you truly are a gentle-man."

I caught the difference the third time she said it. 
She was saying 'gentle man'; two words ... not
'gentleman'.  Focusing on a simple matter of
pronounciation somehow felt better than trying to sort
through another bout of Kohmfetter logic, so I asked,
"Why do you say it that way?  'Gentle man' instead of
'gentleman'?"

"Oh!  I'm sorry!"  She put her hand over her mouth
like she'd just made a faux pax.  "I'm just using a
little technical jargon.  Bobby, you know that I work
in the university Psychology Department, right?"

"Yes," I sniffled.

"Well, I'm basically the self-appointed campus expert
on male sexuality.  I consider it my job to study the
male of the species and learn everything I can about
their interactions with women and each other."

"O-Ok."

"Now, I've come to realize that not all are males are
made the same.  The ones like you, Bobby ... you're so
different.  You're not like most males ... the loud,
boorish, skirt-chasing jerks.  You're not like these
real men at all, but part of a different class that I
call 'Gentle men'.  And, yes, I borrowed the term from
the classic word 'gentleman' ... a term that certainly
applies to you, don't you think?  Haven't you always
considered yourself a gentleman?"

I nodded.  I could certainly agree with that.  I'd
always tried to be polite and considerate ... like a
gentleman should.

"But in your case, instead of referring to a simple
set of antiquated manners and courtesies, my term
'gentle-man' refers to how you *gently* lap up the
sperm that's been pumped into her pussy by real men
... or how you *gently* wrap your lips around the
cocks of her lovers and stroke them until they explode
in your mouth.  Do you see the difference?"

"Um ..."

"Good.  And while plenty of boys might eat a cummy
pussy or blow a few guys to please their girlfriends,
it takes a gentle-man with a true love of eating semen
to enjoy it enough to learn to find orgasmic sexual
pleasure from it.  Now, I'm being quite formal by so
carefully annunciating the term as 'gentle-man'.  Most
times I'll just use the more familiar 'gentleman' ...
as long as you know that I'm actually referring to a
spermloving faggot cocksucker."

I cringed.  She's talking about 'technical terms' and
then she goes and uses those words to describe me? 
"Mrs. K ... I kinda do get a weird feeling when you or
Tanya calls me by ... those names.  So ... so maybe we
could go ahead and use this 'gentleman' term instead."

"Oh, Bobby ... I use that term for the papers I write
for the school.  But you're practically family. 
Around you, I can tell it like it is, right?  Because
you ARE a faggot cocksucker, Bobby.  And a damned good
one, apparently.  And you should be proud to be called
that."

"Proud??!" I asked, a bit shocked.

"Of course!  Any term ... technical or everyday ...
that describes how you so eagerly suck off any stiff
cock put before you should make you swell with pride
... just like it makes your little tinkler swell in
your pants."

"W-why would it make me proud?" I asked, still
confused by all she was saying about me.

"Because of the love for her it shows, Bobby!  Do I
really have to explain it to you?" she asked,
incredulously.

I just stared at her blankly.

"Bobby, by being her sissy knobgobbler, you let her
know that you understand her need for real cocks and
are willing to share in the experience.  You've
obviously taught yourself to share in the pleasure
that cocks bring her and that act alone reveals your
tremendous love for my daughter.  That love is
something to be proud of, Bobby!"

Sissy knobgobbler?  My jaw hung open slightly in shock
and numbness.  I could tell this was going to be
another exercise in Kohmfetter language skills.

"I recognize that you don't fully realize your own
motivations here, Bobby.  That's why I feel it's my
purpose in life to use what I've learned over time to
help explain to pussyboys like you exactly why you get
such immense pleasure from sucking off as many of your
girl's lovers as you can get your eager little mouths
on."

I felt a sudden sense of relief as her words seemed to
indicate that there were other boys in my same
situation.  I was about to ask her about that, but she
kept right on going.

"Any old queer blowing guys in the bus station can
simply *enjoy* sucking cock, but it takes the kind of
relationship that exists between a woman and her
gentle-man to find the kind of joy you feel when
polishing a meatpole -- the kind of joy that makes
your nubby little thing twitch and twitter in orgasm
from just the experience of it.  The reasons for the
pleasure you feel are simple, Bobby, but you should
repeat them to yourself often ... so you remember how
to continue to find happiness in your new life role." 
She held up her hand with fingers spread -- preparing
to recite a list.

Pinky: "When you drop to your knees in front of her
lover, unzip his fly, and fish that veiny snake out of
his pants, it's like you're bowing and paying respect
to the beauty and sexiness of my daughter.  How can
she not love you for that?"

Ring Finger: "When you wrap your lips around that
fleshy meatpipe, it's like you're trumpeting your love
for her.  Blowing ... literally ... out a fanfare
declaring your love for her."

Middle Finger: "When your hand slides up and down the
spit-slickened shaft, it's like you're saluting her
very womanhood."

Index: "When you feel the first drops of precum ooze
onto your tongue, you're tasting your portion of the
sweet life of constant sexual pleasure you've given to
my darling daughter."

Thumb: "And when that creamy explosion occurs at the
back of your throat and you feel your tonsils warm
with the heat of a man's most precious juicy gift,
it's as if you're swallowing all that foolish, manly
false 'pride' that all those supposed 'real men'
spout.  You're showing her that love ... true love ...
can enable you to do anything for her.  Anything. 
Even turn yourself into a wimpy little cumgobbling
cocksucker."

I swallowed hard.  'Paying respect'?  'True love'?  Of
course.  But 'wimpy'?  'Cumgobbling'?

"I usually tell my ... uh, patients to count off those
five tenants on their fingers, then form a circle with
their hand around an imaginary cock, and bring it to
their open mouth -- several times a day -- as an
affirmation of all they should be.  Like this, Bobby. 
Try it."

Following her lead, I closed my fingers into a tube. 
She made an extended 'O' with her lips and lifted her
hand to it.  I did the same ... and even pumped the
invisible cock a few times like she showed me.

"Good!  Perfect, Bobby!  Y'know, it oftens take weeks
or months of this for the proper mindset to form.  But
you, Bobby ... you're a natural.  I find it
incredible, Bobby, that even without a professional
like me around to explain the thought processes, you
were intuitive enough on your own to become just the
kind of pudpumper that every beautiful woman dreams of
... and that you've already taught yourself to find
orgasmic pleasure in it.  The way you've learned to
squirt out your little pittance of sperm when you
taste a hot fresh load of real mancum is ... well,
it's just plain ... b-beautiful, Bobby."

A tear came to her eye.  I didn't know what to say to
all of that anyway, but when I saw her wipe her eyes,
I automatically took her hand.  It just seemed
natural.

"It's the most amazing demonstration of love I can
possibly think of.  And you've done it for my
daughter.  Do you know how amazing that makes her feel
Bobby?  How it makes me feel?"  Her voice cracked. 
More tears formed.  "To think, that my daughter ... my
sole child that I brought into this world ... could
grow up to be worthy of such a sweet, k-kind, ...
w-wonderful ..."

She broke down ... sobbing.  I squeezed her hand.

"It's ok, Mrs K."  I found that I was tearing up, too.

She recovered and squeezed my hand in return.  "I'm
sorry, Bobby.  I'm not usually this overcome with
emotion."  She sniffled and wiped her face.  "It's
just that I'm so happy that she's found such a sweet,
... k-kind, ... w-wonderful, spermslurping dicksmoker
like you."

She lost it once again ... and fell into my arms,
sobbing heavily.  My arms automatically rose around
her in a hug.

"Oh, Bobby," she continued, recovering, but still
sobbing, "when the owners of those cocks feel your
throat muscles open up to accept their thick loads,
they'll know for certain that they can never compete
with you for her love.  As you gently suckle the last
drops of cum out of their massive fuckpoles, you'll
feel those cocks soften and bow down to the superior
love you've demonstrated."  Her tears were coming
quickly now, dampening my shoulder.  "They will know
that you ... and only you ... are worthy of being my
daughter's mouthpussy."

I held her in silence.  Was she really serious?  Did
she really expect me to do this?  And to ... to love
it?  All these things she was saying ... they were
terrible.  And yet beautiful.  It was as if she really
understood why I did what did for Tanya.  As if she
truly understood just how much I loved her daughter. 
How much I loved Tanya.  

"I love her, Mrs. Kohmfetter."  Her tears were
contagious -- my voice cracked.  "I love her so much."
 I began to cry.

Mrs K. heard my sobs and broke the hug to look me in
the eye.  "Oh, yes Bobby.  That's it.  Let your
emotions show.  Show me that your not one of those men
who think crying is for sissies.  Show me that you
*are* a sissy.  A sweet, beautiful, cumeating sissy."

I broke down completely, sobbing heavily.  I was
unable to catch my breath enough to speak.

Mrs. K. pulled my head between her breasts.  She
rocked me back and forth and through her own tears
softly said, "Thank you, Bobby.  Thank you for taking
cock after cock between your lips.  Thank you for
swallowing mouthful after mouthful of thick creamy cum
... all in the name of love for my daughter.  I just
know she'll grow to be the biggest slut this county
has ever seen ... maybe even the whole state.  And
you, Bobby, you are going have more sperm end up in
your belly than anyone in history.  I am so ... so
proud of you both."

I cried.

I just cried.



As always ... to be continued ...


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Copyright (c) Nov, 2002 - A.K.A.
The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for
entertainment.  Any similarity to actual persons,
living or dead, is done purely to make them look like
the total perverts that they are.
Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual
partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of
a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of
the surgeon general's office.  They think it's pretty
damn freaky, too.                                  AKA