Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA.
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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 eleven of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Something Different
     by AKA


"Well, Bobby?"

Here I was lying in my girlfriend's bed, spending the
night with her for the first time ever.  When I'd
dreamed of this night, I'd never imagined that she'd
be standing over me on the bed, straddling my body,
asking me if I wanted to spend my life dressed like a
girl getting regular assfuckings from large groups of
men.  Or groups of large men.  Whatever.

My lungs were locked up.  I opened my mouth to speak,
but I couldn't force enough air outward in order to
form actual words.  How the hell did we get to this
point?!?  My mind raced through the scenario.

Months ago, I first licked Tanya's pussy clean of
another man's sperm to prevent her from getting
pregnant ... and because she hated the feel of cum
inside her.  I thought it would be a one time thing,
but Tanya immediately assumed I'd done it because I
loved the taste of it.  Plus, before I could explain,
she expounded on how my actions freed her to be the
slut she'd always wanted to be -- and how much she
loved me for that.  The look of love and joy in her
eyes made it impossible to deny her.

That love between us is what had kept me dipping my
face between her wide-spread thighs quite regularly
since that first night.  She and her mother explained
to me time and again that swallowing load after load
of semen in no way meant I was gay.  Of course, it did
earn me the nickname 'faggot' as a term of endearment
-- I was, afterall, a cumeater ... and faggots eat cum
by definition, right?  But even though I might still
cringe a bit upon hearing them call me a 'good little
faggot cumsucker', they'd convinced me that licking
sperm from my girlfriend's pussy was a completely
heterosexual act.  A simple act of love between a boy
and a girl.

But then she shoved a cock in my mouth.  I protested
and resisted ... by Tanya can be irresistible.  So I
sucked it.  I sucked cock.  And I swallowed the cum.

And I think I liked it.

In fact, I know I liked it.  The thought made me
cringe.  I'd given head and enjoyed it ... and it made
me feel like I was going gay.  And that reaction was
the problem facing me right now.  Tanya had just
explained in no uncertain terms that if I was going to
*think* I was gay, then she'd make sure I got the full
experience.  The full
buttfucked-while-on-my-knees-wearing-high-heels
experience.

But I didn't want that.

I didn't want to be gay.  That's why I told her I
didn't want to suck cock anymore.  Because I didn't
want to be queer.  But, as usual, she'd turned it
around somehow.  Somehow, not wanting to suck dick
meant that I was doomed to a life in garters and
stockings.

So now she was asking me if I *wanted* a life in
stockings.  NO!  NO!  My mind screamed.  But not
wanting cock down my throat had led to this.  If I
answered 'No', what would that lead to?  Should I
answer 'Yes'?  Would wanting to be a 'public fuckhole'
as she termed it somehow be the way out?  No, that
couldn't be it.  Anything had to be better than that. 
But I'd never have dreamed she'd suggest this ... so
what *else* could she have in mind?

"Bobby ..."

Her impatient tone reminded me that I'd been staring
right at her without speaking -- or breathing or
blinking, for that matter -- for a long time.

" ... it's simple.  Do you want me ... and mom, of
course ... to turn you into a pretty little girl ...
taking more dick than you can possibly handle up that
cute little butthole of yours?"

She was insisting on an answer.  I squeaked one out as
best I could.

" ... no."

Tanya broke into a huge, sly grin.  "Of COURSE, you
don't, Bobby!!  Because that's just not you!"

THANK GOD!!  My mind cried in relief.  My lungs,
however, hadn't yet gotten the message.

Her body language softened drastically.  Her shoulders
loosened and she plopped down with a sigh and a
friendly smile.  "You're not queer, Bobby.  Queers
dream of being a buttslut sissy right from the start,
but you dont't want that yet, do you, Bobby?" 

"No," I managed to whimper.

"Of course not!  You've got years of cocksucking to do
before we open your ass like that.  Months, anyway. 
But don't you see?  You're not a prancing little
sissyhole; you're a cumsucker, Bobby.  My sweet,
beautiful, completely heterosexual cumsucker."

I just stared at her as my lungs and brain tried to
work at the same time ... and failed.

She shook her head.  "I can see you're still a little
confused."  She put her hand on my shoulder and looked
me in the eye.  "Honey, as eagerly as you gobbled down
all that cock tonight, I can understand why you got a
little worried about being light in the loafers, but
will you let me tell why I *know* you're not turning
gay?"

I nodded as my first breath in awhile filled my chest.

"It's simple.  All you have to do is think of it
logically.  Just follow along."

Oh, joy.  Tanya and logic.  My favorite.

"What color are Dave Hunsacker's eyes?" she asked.

"Huh?"  Oh, shit ... it's a quiz!  I could still
hardly breathe, much less think of something like
that.

"Do you know what color his eyes are?"

"Well, no," I replied honestly.

"When you first walked in and saw him, did you want to
give him a sloppy kiss?"

"Hell no!" I choked.

"Did you want to caress his big chest muscles?"

"No!  Of course not!"

"You came in the room without any pants on, honey. 
Did you feel like bending over and presenting him with
your tight, hairless little ass?"

"NO!" I whispered loudly in the late night quiet, my
breath returning.

"Of course not!  Those are the kinds of things a homo
would do, right?  Queers love MEN, Bobby, but you just
love cocks.  So when you saw Mr. Hunsacker, you didn't
want to kiss him -- you just wanted to suck his cock,
right?"

"Yes.  Exactly!"

"You're sure?" she added, coyly.

"YES!  Just suck his cock!  I'm sure."

"And those frat-boys my mother invited over ... they
were awfully cute.  Did you snuggle with them on the
couch while they watched me fuck?"

"No, I got on the floor between their knees!"

"Exactly, Bobby.  You did exactly what a good faggot
cocksucker should do ... not anything queer or gay! 
You love cocks and cum, Bobby ... and you love sucking
cocks until they cum.  But you don't love MEN, silly!"

Oh my God ... it was actually starting to sound ...
logical.

"Don't you see, Bobby?  You can love gobbling down
sperm and choking on choad all you want without being
the slightest bit gay.  Do you understand, baby?"

"I ... I suppose so."

"Thank goodness, Bobby!  I want you to remember this,
ok?  Your rabid desire to suck dick *proves* that
you're not queer, ok?  The faster you dip your head
into a man's crotch and swallow up that meatpole, the
more obvious it is that you love his big dick, not his
hairy chest or whatever the queens are always raving
about.  Everyone -- me, you, real men -- will
immediately know what kind of person you really are. 
Do you understand that now?"

Son of a bitch ... somehow, that actually made sense. 
Mostly.  "Y-yeah, I ... I guess," I answered.

"Don't 'guess', Bobby.  You've got to 'know' it: By
keeping your mouth filled with dickmeat, you can prove
to me that you're not a homo and avoid having your ass
become a wide-gaping partyhole, ok?"

THAT part I understood clearly.  "Ok, yes!  I
understand!"

"I knew you would, baby!  Mom was guessing you'd offer
up your sissy-ass to the masses, but we'll show her,
won't we?  We'll make sure she never catches you
without cock on your breath, right?  I told her,
Bobby.  I told her that your ass was for family use
only and it's your eager, open mouth that's the
community cumhole.  I told her that I knew you were
that rare type who can love munching on both
fresh-fucked pussy and sperm-shooting cock with equal
fervor!  You make me sooooo, happy Bobby."

"Uhh ..."

"Bobby, even though your ass stayed empty, you don't
understand how much sheer JOY you brought me tonight. 
You and your beautiful faggot mouth.  It's amazing how
much better a fat cock in my twat feels when I know it
was just in your throat ... and will be again soon! 
If I have anything to say about it, your mouth will be
seeing plenty of action from now on."

"But ..."

"Oh, don't worry, Bobby.  There's a lot of good
healthy dick in this town, so I can make sure my pussy
is still plenty full of sperm for you to lick out. 
It's a good thing your newfound love of giving head
hasn't hurt your cuntlapping in the least, Bobby.  You
were superb tonight.  I felt so alive and powerful
with my slimy thighs wrapped around your faggot face. 
Don't be concerned, baby -- I'll never give up that
feeling, that's for sure.  It's ..."

She paused ... and I heard her breath stutter.  She
was ... choked up a little.  She reached out and
gently laid her hand on my shoulder.

"Bobby ... it's as if when you suck the cum out of me,
you breathe life into me."

The look in her eyes was amazing.  My God ... how
could I resist her when she was like this?

"And now that you suck dick, too ... Bobby, you just
keep getting better and better.  Your absolute love of
both cummy pussy and stiff cock makes you the best
boyfriend in the world!"

Pussy and cock.  Cock and pussy.  Wanting both of them
proves that I'm not gay.  Ok ... yeah ... I could
handle that.  After all, sucking cock wasn't that bad.
 It was kind of fun, actually.  Tasty, too.  Pussy and
cock.  Cock and pussy.  It ... it made sense.  I could
suck cock ... and like it, but I'm not gay.  I'm not
gay.  I'm ...

I'd been deep in thought for a moment.  I looked up to
find Tanya staring at me with a pleasant smile on her
face.

"Got it all straight in your head now, baby?"

"Yes, but ... "  I thought I had it straight, but one
question came to mind.  " ... if I like eating
pussy--"

"Sperm-flooded pussy, Bobby," she corrected.

Ok, whatever!  " ... eating sperm-flooded pussy and I
like sucking ... uhh ... cum-bursting cocks ..."

"Ooh, good boy!"

" ... but I'm not gay, d-does ... does that mean I'm
b-bisexual?"

"Bisexual?  Heh ... oh, hell no, Bobby," she scoffed. 
"Think about it: Earlier tonight that you passed up
your one and only chance to cum inside my pussy in
order to spray your load while getting a cock shoved
down your throat.  It seems clear to me, Bobby --
you're not even 'sexual', much less 'BI-sexual'!"

"But ..."

"Bobby, don't you see?  This proves my point exactly! 
You're not gay.  But straight guys don't suck cock, do
they?  But you're not even a switch hitter.  You're
something different.  Something better, as far as I'm
concerned -- a cumsucker, Bobby!  A tiny-dicked,
cockgobbling, faggot cumsucker!  And I'm am SOOOO
proud of you!  Nobody sucks down the semen like you. 
Nobody!"

Not queer.  Not straight.  Not bi.  Was there
something else?  Was there really some 'type' of guy
known as a 'cumsucker'.  I guess I'd met another one
earlier tonight ... downstairs in the hallway ... so
maybe she was right.  While my brain tried to digest
what she was saying, the oddest question came out of
my mouth.  "But what about that Deke guy?  I saw him
with ... your ... Mom."  My voice trailed off as I
realized how that sounded.

"Oooh, Bobby!" she squealed as a leering smile
appeared on her face.  "Do I detect a note of
jealousy?  Feeling a bit competetive, are we?"

I honestly didn't have an answer for that.  "I ..."

"Don't worry, Bobby.  I've seen Deke in action. 
You've got him beat hands down -- or more like 'face'
down, actually," she giggled.  "While he gets points
for eagerness and the sheer ferocity of his semen
slurping, he'll never be able to challenge your place
as the King of Cumsuckers."

The King of Cu-- ... huh?

"You see, Bobby, Deke's been at this far longer than
you, but you've already swallowed at least twice as
much fuckslime as he has.  Plus, Mom says that she may
have overdone it just a bit with him -- possibly
turned him into a full on homo.  She can tell that
there's no real emotion toward her as the owner of the
pussy, just a true love for the sperm within.  She
says if he doesn't find his own cumfeeding girlfriend
soon, she'll probably trade him off as a biker gang's
fuckpunk before the year's out."

I swallowed hard.  Trade him off?  Biker gang?

"But I know you're different than that, right Bobby? 
I mean, you totally adore my cunt and butthole ... as
well as utterly crave the warm, gooey sperm inside,
right?"

Fuckpunk?  "Er ... yes!  Exactly!"

"That's my Bobby!" she cooed.  "You're not a freelance
faggot like Deke; you and I are a team, baby!  No need
to prep your ass for nightly group pounding just yet,
huh?  You're going to stay my -- and only 'my' --
eager little faggot cumsucker, aren't you?"

"Yes!  Yes, of course I am!" I replied in a panic.

"Wonderful!"  She hugged me tight to her chest ... and
I felt oddly at peace.  It all seemed clear now.  As I
put my arms around her, however, she continued, "It
feels so good to know that when I point out a nice big
bulge in some tight jeans, I'll be able to look over
and see that little stiffy growing in your lap from
the mere thought of opening that package and sampling
the treat within."  She reached up and pinched my face
like someone's 80 year old aunt would.  "Isn't that
right, babykins?"

"Yesh, of coursh," I mumbled through pursed lips.

"Of course, if I ever catch you drooling over a guy's
butt or staring at his pecs, I'll dress you in
kneesocks and have you pulling a train so long you'll
be looser than a prison bitch after a 10 year ride."

My breathing came to a complete stop again.

"You understand that, right Bobby?"

"Y-y-yes," I whimpered.

"That's my Bobby!  Now, while I'm a little worried
about the boner you've sprouted while talking about
you becoming a crossdressing fuckslut, but I'm willing
to forget all about that as long as we put it to good
use, ok?"

"B-boner?"  I look down and -- sure enough -- found
her hand wrapped around my stiff dick.  Had she been
squeezing my dick while we'd been talking?  She
wouldn't ...  "But honey ... I didn't ... I don't ..."
I stammered.

"Don't worry, baby.  It turns me on, too.  But all
this talk of buttfucking has got me wanting a little
rosebud action myself.  You up for letting me ride my
ass on this hot dog of a hardon you've got?!"

"Yes!  Of course!" I replied, eager to divert
attention away any talk of being a 'crossdressing
fuckslut'.

"Wonderful!  Let's poke that pucker!"  She tackled me
and pushed me flat on my back.  Within seconds, she'd
retrieved some lube from the nightstand and was
sitting on my chest, smearing the gel on my dick.  

"This'll be nice, Bobby.  It's kinda neat that the
night you suck your first cock will also be the last
time you use your little willy to stretch my ass." 
Her tone was downright cheery as she stroked my
lubed-up pecker.

It was hard to concentrate with her hand stroking me
so fast, but I had to question one thing, "Last ...
what do you m-mean 'last time'?"

"Oh, see ... Mom says that since you're coming along
so nicely, it's time to continue the program."

She picked up speed to an almost impossible pace, but
I asked, "The ... the p-program?"

"Oh ... uhh ... well, you know.  You've ... been a
real sweetheart and done a good job stretching out my
butthole, but your little thing basically just glides
in and out now, baby.  Mom says she's got someone in
mind from the University to continue opening up my
hole.  Someone with a little more 'substance', if you
know what I mean."

The University?  Her mother had specifically chosen
someone to fuck her daughter's ass?

"It's so great, Bobby.  Your little stunt in the
parking lot tonight has given me a reputation as a
high quality cocksucker.  Mom knows how much I want to
be a slut among sluts, so all that's left is to make
my butthole as much of a party palace as my cunt is
now!"

I was shocked.  Her mother was making arrangements to
get her daughter buttfucked?  "Oh my God, Tanya, I
can't b-believe ..."

"I know ... I know, Bobby.  After feeling how much
Malph's cock filled your throat tonight, you're
probably thinking that you haven't stretched me
anywhere near enough to take that monster up the
wazoo.  And you're right.  But don't worry, Mom's plan
will take care of that."

With one smooth movement, she scooted forward, guided
the head of dick into her tight hole and bent forward
at the waist ... presenting me with the view that
always left me speechless.  And it did once again.

As she rocked back, my dick smoothly disappeared
inside her ass.  I gasped at the sensation and at the
amazing sight.  Her knees were spread perfectly so
that her cheeks were pulled as wide as possible,
giving me the most incredible view of her stretched
sphincter wrapped around my pecker.  More incredible
yet was the way she was able to keep talking about
'the plan' as she began to pick up speed ... even as I
was stunned into silence.

"Mom says she's found a g-guy at the campus who's got
a d-decent sized cock and is really into b-buttfucking
college age girls.  In fact, she says he's just about
r-rabid for it, so you shouldn't have to w-worry about
sucking him hard again b-between sessions -- unless
you just want to, of course."  Her speech was only
interrupted by the wet whap of her ass against my
thighs.

"That's a g-good thing, though, because I'm sure I'll
need l-lots of your loving attention on my p-poor
little asshole.  Mom says the only way to b-become a
true buttwhore is the trial-by-fire method, so you'll
be eating c-cummy asspie several times a day for the
next f-few weeks."

I still couldn't speak as I was riveted by how easily
she took my prick up her hole over and over again. 
Maybe she was right about being as stretched as I
could get her.

"And it's a g-good thing you're such a great
c-cocksucker because with my sore little b-body out of
commission, the boys are going to n-need your car
window services quite often."

My God, she was managing to go even faster.  It was
like my prick was hardly there.  The sight was
incredible.  I couldn't hold out much longer.  I
moaned in anticipation.

"Oooh ... you l-like that, don't you sweets?   We'll
s-stop at the drive in after school every d-day, ok
baby?"

"Y-yeah.  W-whatever," I groaned, barely listening to
her.  My aching dick yearned for it's third orgasm of
the day.  I could feel it building ... building as her
ass slapped up and down.  God, she was amazing.  I was
getting ready to cum.  It felt sooo gooood ....

But then ... she stopped!

"Aaaugh!" I groaned.

She sighed heavily.  "Oh, I'm sorry, Bobby.  I
shouldn't be such a tease.  I know it's selfish of me
to be riding your tired little dickie when you can't
possibly cum again.  But I want you to know that I'm
very proud of you for being able to get hard yet again
after cumming twice already today ... even without a
cock in your mouth."

Huh?

"I know it's not easy for fellas like you to fuck much
of anything more than once a week, much less three
times in a day.  It's downright rude of me to ride you
when there's no cock to shove down your throat to make
you cum.  I know that once you've felt the heat of
semen splattering directly on your tonsils, nothing
else will do."

My dick literally throbbed inside her tight, clenching
ass as my once-impending orgasm began to fade. 
Dammit, I had been so close!  Almost involuntarily, my
hips began to push up and down, trying desperately to
get back the motion that had felt so good.

"No no, stop it Bobby.  You don't need to torture
yourself just for my sake," she said as she shifted
her weight to pin my hips down to the floor.  "It's
not as if your pencil-dick was doing much good anyway,
but I'm not going to ask you to continue since there's
no way for you to orgasm.  It's just not fair."

"No, Tanya!  I don't w-want to stop!  I can cum again!
 I can!" I cried anxiously.

"Oh, I doubt it, Bobby.  Mom says now that you've
become an all around cumguzzler, you'll need an
exploding dick in your mouth or me squatting on your
face with a cuntful of spunk in order to orgasm at
all.  Your days of cumming in my pussy, ass, or mouth
-- short as they were -- are over now.  Mom's seen
plenty of your type, Bobby, and she says that even
fucking my tight little ass won't be enough if you've
truly dedicated yourself to sucking cum for me.  And
you have truly dedicated yourself, right?  You ... you
didn't lie about your feelings tonight, did you
Bobby?"

The words 'prison bitch' and 'fuckpunk' rang through
my head again, "No!  No, of course not!"

"Well okay, then.  Thanks for the effort, Bobby, but
since you can't cum, let's just stop this nonsense." 
She started to roll off of me.

"Tanya, no!  No!" I said with exasperation.  "I can
cum!  I really can!  I'm so close!"

As always ... to be continued ...


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Copyright (c) July, 2003 - 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