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 sixteen of the Bob Cocker saga.


a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Convert
     by AKA


Deke Hunsacker paced back and forth nervously in the
hallway outside Sasha's infamous 'Den of Iniquity'. 
His hands jittered at his sides, occasionally grabbing
his thighs or knees -- anything to avoid touching his
throbbing dick.  She'd told him not to touch it -- not
even to wipe away the copious drool of precum that was
now dangling down in a long chain.  As he paced, he
felt the coolness of sticky droplets drying on his
bare thighs.  God, this was torture!  He'd never had
to wait before, but Sasha's instructions over the
phone had been explicit.  If he wanted to finally get
to suck some cock, he'd have to wait in the hallway
until she came to get him.

'Get' to suck some cock.  Jesus.  Deke could hardly
believe he was thinking like that, but he was.  He'd
spent much of the last year lapping semen for Sasha
Kohmfetter and had been thrilled every step of the
way.  Sasha was a beautiful and sexy woman and sucking
sperm from her pussy was a true privilege.  He'd told
himself that many times.  And so had Sasha.

But tonight, he was going to receive the privilege of
sucking cum straight out of a thick, raging cock.  He
could hardly believe he thought of it as a
'privilege', but ... he did.  Did he ever.  He wanted
it so bad he could taste it.

He smirked silently at the play on words.

When Sasha had first mentioned it, the very thought
was terrifying.  Sure, he'd been eating cum from her
snatch at the time, but ... somehow that was
different.  It was pussy, right?  A woman's pussy. 
Who cares if there was a little cum inside it.  That
just made it taste better.  A lot better.

But a cock?  No way.  At least, that's what he'd
thought last month.

But then Sasha starting talking about how lucky that
damn Bob Cocker was to be sucking cock.  And how good
he was at it.  Deke had spent hours with his face
buried in Sasha's crotch listening to her go on and on
about every detail.  Every new trick Bobby learned to
make guys cum harder and longer.  Every load he got to
milk directly into his throat.

Deke had even met Bobby one night in the hallway
outside.  Bobby himself told him just how good
cocksucking really was.  And just talking about it
made Bobby sprout a hardon.

Deke had gone home that night and fantasized about
being Bobby.  He fantasized about sucking cock.

Since then, every detail Sasha told him made him want
it more.  He always leaked precum while eating the
fuckslop from her cunt, but if she stroked his hair
and talked about cocksucking, deepthroating, and cum
swallowing, his dick flowed like a fountain.  He
wanted it so badly.

And tonight was the night.  After all this time, it
would finally happen tonight.

* * *

Nine Months Ago

Every horny teenage boy in the neighborhood knew who
Sasha Khomfetter was.  Divorced, independent, and hot.
 Totally hot.  Every kid knew she was an absolute sex
bomb, but she wasn't like those 'MILF's in the movies
who dressed slutty and batted their makeup-caked
crow's feet at the poolboy.  No, Sahsa was just plain
... sexy.  She didn't need to strut or wag her ass to
get the boys to pop a boner -- it just happened
everytime she gracefully walked by.

Of course, every 'hot mom/poolboy' fantasy Deke had
ever whacked off to flashed through his head when 'Mrs
K' asked him to start helping out around her house
last spring.  Sasha had run into Deke's mom at the
grocery store and the next thing Deke knew he was
pushing  a lawnmower down the sidewalk to the
Kohmfetter place ... desperately hoping no one could
see the hardon in his baggy shorts.

But Sasha never 'invited him in for some lemonade' or
'needed tanning lotion on her back' or any other of
the cliched fantasies Deke had floating through his
head.  After a few weeks, he had pretty much given up
on getting anything other than a smile, a sweet thank
you, and a $20 bill.

Then came the day when everything changed.  Deke was
hooking up a hose to the spigot right outside a rear
window when he overheard Sasha answer her mobile phone
just inside.  He didn't *intend* to listen, but ...

"Oh, NOW you call!  Now that I'm all the way home.  I
just got in a few minutes ago," said Sasha, sounding a
bit perturbed.

 [Short pause]

"Of course I tried to reach you!  I always try to call
while it's still hot and fresh.  But you didn't
answ--"

 [Longer pause]

"I don't CARE about some silly City Council meeting! 
I've got a snatch full of man-juice that needs a good
tonguing!  You're the man in charge.  You just need to
tell them that 'something came up'."

  [Short pause]

"Or, more correctly, sweetheart ... that 'someone
came'.  Or *three* 'someone's, in this case," Sasha
giggled, taking a more forgiving tone.

  [Longer pause]

"Oh, I don't know.  I'm already home, my shoes are
off, I'm comfortable ... I'm not sure I want to go out
again.  Maybe I'll just douche and take a na--"

  [Loud tinny squawk]

Sasha giggled again, "Oh, stop your fussing!  I'm only
kidding, you silly boy!  Of course I'll still meet
you, but only if you promise that this sort of thing
won't happen again.  I mean, by the time we get
together, I'll have lost half the cumload on the front
seat of my car," she teased.

  [Another tinny, stuttering squawk]

"Don't worry, baby -- it's not gone.  The seats are
treated leather; it won't soak in."

  [Short pause]

"Well, sweetie, time's a wastin'.  So ... while I'm
not usually this sort of girl, I'll meet you in that
parking lot by the West Street bridge.  After you
finish cleaning my car seat with your tongue, we can
fold down the seats of that big SUV the city got for
you.  It's not exactly our usual room at the Hilton,
but ... if I remember correctly ... there's plenty of
room for you to lie down in the back while I sit on
your face and drain this nice, big load of gooey semen
into your eager mouth.  You know I love to watch your
little weenie strain and twitch while you eat me. 
Does that sound like fun, darling?"

  [Tinny groan]

"That's a good boy.  Now, drive fast, but not too
fast.  If you get stopped by one of your policemen,
you'd have a hard time explaining the little tent in
your pants, wouldn't you?" she giggled.

  [Short pause]

"Okay!  Okay!  I'm leaving right now.  Let me just
tell my sweet little lawnboy that I'm--"

And that's when it happened.  There was Deke standing
there with a hose in his hand and a raging hardon
pushing out the fabric of his shorts.  Sasha had
opened the back door, glanced at the open window, then
down at his crotch, and realized that he'd obviously
heard every word of the conversation.  Deke just stood
there.  He had no idea what to do or say.

"I've got to go, sweetie," she said into the phone. 
"I'll see you in fifteen minutes."  Then she folded
the phone to end the call.

Deke opened his mouth to say something, but ...
nothing came out.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop, Deke."

"I ... I know!  I'm sorry.  I was just hooking up the
--"

"I've got to go, my dear.  But we'll talk about this
later."  With that, she turned, closed the door, and
was gone ... leaving Deke to work in the yard with a
painfully hard dick and one hell of a lot of
questions.

* * *

'Later' didn't come for another three weeks.  That
left Deke with two torturous afternoons working in
Sasha's backyard dreading the impending
'conversation'.  But it also left him with twenty
nights for the reality of what he'd heard to sink in.

There was no mistaking what he'd heard.  She was
talking to a guy ... about eating another guy's cum
out of her pussy.  And the guy seemed eager.  Almost
insistent.  No, *very* insistent.

But that was impossible?  Who would do that?  Who
would want to?  Was that guy on the phone 'gay'?  But
then why would he eat pussy?  Did people really do
that kind of thing?  Would *he* ever do that kind of
thing.

Impossible.

Never.

No way.

It didn't make sense!  It was a sick idea!  He could
never ...

He'd heard of all kinds of kinky things that people
were into.  This must be some freaky fetish between
Mrs K and whoever she was talking to on the phone. 
Best to just put it out of his mind.  Because he'd
surely never do anything like that.

Right?

* * *

"Deke, it's time we had a little talk."

Deke jumped upon hearing Mrs Kohmfetter's voice behind
him.  He nearly dropped the rake, but then took a deep
breath and turned to talk with her.  It had been three
weeks since the eavesdropping incident at the back
window.  He'd spent two weekend afternoons in her yard
dreading this conversation, but this was the first
time they'd spoken since then.

"Look, Mrs K, I'm really sor--"

"No, don't apologize, Deke," she said, holding her
hand palm-out.  "I owe *you* the apology."

"Wha--"

"I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here.  And
as an adult, it's up to me to keep my 'adult' life
private.  I should have been more careful."

"But I'm sorry for being outsi--"

"No, Deke, it's simply not fair of me to let you hear
me talking about grownup situations like that."

"Mrs. K, it's OK.  Really.  I --"

"Oh, I know.  I figure you're not exactly a 'newcomer'
when it comes to these things, Deke.  Why, a boy like
you?  With your thin frame, shy demeanor, and all
those math and computer skills?  Why, you've probably
got half the cheerleading squad lined up ... just
dying to spread their legs for you.  I'm quite sure
they take one look at a body like yours and dream of
doing things they'd never do with those meathead
'popular' boys they date."

Deke's face wrinkled up in confusion; the girls at
school never seemed to notice him.  "Uhh ..."

"Oh, don't be modest!  I'm sure any one of those
cuties would be proud to have you lapping between her
thighs after a good banging from some football jock."

Deke's eyes widened. "Wha--"

"God, I remember my first cleanup boy!" cooed Sasha as
she looked up distractedly.  "He had all the things a
girl looks for in a cumsucker.  The moment I saw his
skinny arms and geeky demeanor, I knew he'd be
perfect."  Sasha touched his forearm and ran her hand
up his arm and chucked his chin with a smile.  "You
know what I mean, right Deke?"

"I ... uhhh ... I do?"

"God, I remember those first trembling moments in the
back seat ... guiding his head between my sticky,
shaking thighs.  That boy didn't have a clue about
what he was doing, but, boy, was he eager!" she
grinned.  "He must have licked out nearly a dozen
creampies before we even figured out how to make me
cum!  I hardly knew what an orgasm was until then.  It
took DAYS!  Can you just imagine the waste!?  I mean,
that's the whole point, right?"  She turned her gaze
back to Deke.  "But I don't have to tell you, do I? 
You kids today know more about sex than we did at that
age, right?"

Deke's head was swimming.  "Well, uhh ..."

Sasha shook her head rapidly.  "But that's my point,
isn't it?  That's why I'm apologizing.  Here you are
in the bloom of your youth, learning about your body
and your sexuality.  Learning about the taste of pussy
and semen and what it means to a boy like you.  Taking
those first youthful steps as a skinny little
cuntlapper.  And then here I come along and let you
overhear me talking about a full-fledged,
post-gangbang facesitting!  I mean, it's too much! 
Too fast!"

Deke swallowed hard, his eyes wide.  She was talking
like licking cum from a pussy was the most natural
thing in the world.  At least ... for a 'boy like
him'.

Sasha gripped his shoulders.  "Deke, I know you can't
forget what you heard, but ... please ... try to keep
your mind on simpler matters.  Take things slowly. 
Find yourself a sweet little slut -- one who knows
that nerdy boys like you are made for cuntsucking. 
Lay her back on a nice soft bed, and lick her
cumdrenched pussy until her whole body melts around
your ears as she orgasms.  Please, don't think about
my fuckbattered, dripping cunt hovering over your face
in the back of some nasty truck.  That's too grownup
for a sweet boy like you!  Don't try to force it. 
Just let things happen naturally.  Go ahead a let
those high-school hotties wrap their sticky thighs
around your face and don't worry that there's probably
only one load of semen in there, ok?  Do you promise,
Deke?  Do you promise to take your life as a cumeater
slowly?"

Deke paused for a moment, then simply started nodding.
 It was all his brain could handle.

"Good boy!" beamed Sasha.  She patted his head gently.
 "Now, back to work!  That lawn isn't going to rake
itself!"

As she walked back into the house, Deke squirmed to
get his stiff dick in a more comfortable position.  It
was harder than the handle of the rake he was holding.

* * *

For weeks, all Deke could think about was semen. 
Licking, tasting, and swallowing semen.

A month before, he'd have never *considered* it, but
now ... nothing turned him on more.  These desires
made him feel ashamed.  Sick.  Perverted.  But, God,
that made it even nastier and more desireable.

Every whack-off fantasy he'd ever had about the pretty
girls at school now morphed into a feast of cum-filled
pussy.  He used to dream of being the guy who'd fill
those pussies with cum, but now he dreamt of licking
it out.  Licking.  Sucking.  Gulping.  God, it was an
obsession!  He no longer felt at all jealous when he
watched the popular girls at school walking & laughing
with the jocks and studs.  Instead, he thought of
those guys as simply the source of the cum that he
imagined dripping down their sexy legs.  When the
girls pointed and giggled as he walked by with the
other boys in the Science Club, he realized they
weren't making fun of him.  No, they were flirting. 
Hoping he'd offer to be their 'cleanup boy'.

Of course, he was still too shy to talk to them.  But
it made him smile now that he understood more about
the way sex worked in this new day.

But most of all -- regardless of how she'd tried to
discourage him -- he thought of Mrs K.  He thought of
her flushed and sweaty body after a good fucking.  He
thought of her red and swollen pussy lips gleaming
with a glaze of cum.  He thought of how she would
smell.  How she would taste.

He whacked off constantly to the thought of tounging
out her gooey holes.  He jerked into his hand and
licked it up -- he wanted to get used to the taste. 
He wanted to learn to love the taste.  It was
difficult at first; some part of him would lose
interest after cumming.  But another part knew that
gobbling down cum was something that 'boys like him'
needed to do.  Eventually, his diligence paid off and
he began to look forward to lapping up his semen as
much as he did the orgasm.  It felt dirty and nasty
and ... well, it just felt right.

He'd make a damn fine cleanup boy.  Now all he needed
was a cummy pussy.  A beautiful, sexy, delicious
cum-filled pussy.

* * *

As Deke pushed his wheelbarrow down the sidewalk
toward the Kohmfetter house he -- as usual --
desperately tried to hide the hardon jutting under his
baggy shorts.  In the weeks that followed their
previous conversation, Mrs K had hardly said a word to
him.  That didn't stop his fantasies, of course.  And
his hardon while working in her yard only got worse as
the weeks went by.

He parked the wheelbarrow in the yard and approached
the door.  As he raised his hand to knock, the door
opened suddenly and he stood face to face with Rod
Cannon, the plumber.

"Oh, hey.  I thought she said you cancelled," the man
said, tucking in his shirt tail.

"Uhh, sorry.  I, uhh ..." Deke stammered.

"G'wan in, boy," he chuckled, letting the door swing
open behind him.  "She's in the back den ... all ready
for ya."  He patted Deke on the head as he passed.

Deke stood on the front stoop dumbfounded as Rod
crossed the front lawn and climbed into the van -- the
one with the "Plumbing the Depths" banner printed on
the side.  He gave Deke a final smirk, then started
the van and drove away.

Deke's heart started to race.  Could it be?  Could Mrs
K be 'ready' for him?  He went inside, closed the
door, and moved toward the back of the house --
tiptoeing for some reason.  He noticed the door to the
back den was ajar, nudged it open, and peered inside.

There she was.  There was Mrs K sprawled out on the
red velvet pillows that covered a corner of the room
in lieu of furniture.  She was breathing heavily --
almost panting.  Her arm lay across her face, her nose
buried in the crook of her elbow in a pose of near
exhaustion.

And her legs lay splayed open toward the door
revealing to Deke the most erotic sight he'd ever
seen.  There before him lay the object of Deke's
dreams -- a freshly fucked pussy.  A beautiful shrine
of pink flesh coated with milky white fluid.

It was ... gorgeous.  Stunning.  Irresistible.

Almost without conscious thought, Deke began to cross
the room -- never taking his eyes from the prize
before him.  As he dropped to his knees on the pillow
conveniently laying between Mrs K's legs, his whole
world narrowed to the neatly shaven, cum-spattered
piece of heaven before him.

Mrs K stirred slightly at the gently thump of his
weight hitting the floor.  Without pulling her arm
from her face, she said softly, "Oh, sweetie, I
thought you weren't going to be here for me today. 
I'm glad you decided to skip that stupid tax meeting
and come over for ... dinner."  Her free hand reached
out behind his head, clasped the back of it, and began
to guide it toward her pulsating, musky flesh.

Deke's heart beat at a screaming pace.  Yes!  This was
perfect!  He opened his mouth and let his tongue slip
out -- questing for it's ultimate goal.

But then Mrs K's hand gripped his hair.  She tensed
up, as if sensing something wrong.  "Sweetie, did you
buy a toupee or someth--"  She peered out from under
her elbow ... into Deke's wide eyes.

"Oh my GOD!  Deke!?!"  She scrambled up the pillow
stack and slammed her thighs shut with a wet slap. 
She pulled her knees to her chest, grabbed a spare
pillow, and covered herself.  "What are you doing
here??!"

Deke's world moved in slow motion.  He should have
been just as panicked as he was when Mrs K caught him
listening to her phone conversation that fateful
afternoon.  But he was surprisingly calm.  Something
had taken control.  Something gave him power over the
fear -- over the panic.  And that something was
desire.  Pure desire.

He reached up and touched her knee.  "Mrs Kohmfetter. 
Don't worry."  He looked her straight in the eye.  "It
doesn't matter that you weren't expecting me, does it?
 I'm here now.  Right here.  Let me ... take care of
you."  His gaze dropped downward as he applied a
slight sideways pressure to her leg.  "Let me ... take
care of everything."  His gaze dropped downward.

Mrs K softened.  "Oh, Deke.  We can't.  I mean .. you
can't ..."  She relaxed and allowed herself to slide
down the pile of pillows.

"Yes, we can.  I can.  I want to.  You want me to,"
Deke insisted, actually sounding seductive for the
first time in his life.  He continued staring down at
the juncture of her legs.  He reached out and put his
hand on the inside of her leg.

Sasha allowed Deke to push her knee aside ... then let
both legs spread outward.  "Oh, Deke ... are you
sure?"

"I'm sure," Deke replied as his head descended between
her legs.

Sasha's body tensed as his tongue touched her flesh. 
Then a broad smile came across her face.  "Oh, Deke,
you're such a good boy.  And such a good little
cuntsucker.  A total and complete ... sucker."

* * *

As the last pulses of orgasm rolled through Sasha's
body, she released the pressure of her thighs from
Deke's ears.  She used the handful of hair she'd been
gripping tightly to lift his head up from between her
legs.  Almost reluctantly, Deke stopped lapping at her
now over-sensitive flesh and looked upward.  Sasha's
eyes unclenched, lazily opened, and gazed down at his
face -- glazed as it was with a thin film of semen and
her own sexual juices.

"My God, Deke ... that was INCRRRRRREDIBLE!"

"That was ... I mean ... did you ... did you cum?" he
stammered.

"Did I cum?!  Deke, that is the kind of orgasm that
women dream about!"  She grinned down at him and
ruffled his hair.  "Listen, my silver-tongued devil,
just about any woman can fake an orgasm when some
drunken beast is grunting away on top of her.  We all
do that, just to make men feel better.  But, Deke, let
me tell you: There's no way any woman can fake that! 
When you've got your tongue flailing around like that
inside a cum-slickened cunt, you can feel every twitch
and contraction!  You can taste every little sperm
that those pussy spasms squeeze into your mouth, can't
you?"

"Yeah." Deke's face broke into a somewhat dopey grin. 
"Yeah, I can."

"Then stop asking silly questions!" she scolded
playfully.  "A woman never fakes an orgasm for her
cleanup boy.  Remember that."

"Okay," said Deke, almost absentmindedly.  He took a
few more gentle licks.

"Good boy.  Now ... what did you think of the taste? 
Was I right?"

Deke's eyes widened as a big smile crept across his
face.  "Oh my God, it was DELICIOUS!  It tasted so
much better!  I mean, it always tasted good, but ...
tonight I just couldn't get enough.  Who would think
that would make such a difference?!"

"See??!  I told you!" Sasha beamed.  "The longer a boy
like you goes without cumming, the better that real
man-cum tastes!  How long has it been, anyway?"

Deke continued casually lapping as he mentally
counted. " ... eigh-- no, nine days!" he said proudly.

"My goodness!  That's impressive.  That man-cum must
have tasted like nectar!"

"God, yes."

"How's your dick?  Is it hard right now?"

"It's so hard it hurts a little," Deke said, wincing
slightly at the now-remembered ache.

"Oh, goodie!  Stand up, Deke, so I can see it.  I just
love seeing a hard boydick with a pair of swollen blue
balls."

Deke hoisted up his body and looked down at bare
midsection.  "Do they really turn bl-- ... ?"

"No, dear, it's just an expression.  But let me see! 
Up you go!"

Deke gave her pussy a final kiss, then stood to show
off his swollen, painful erection.  Sasha knelt down
in front of him and stared admiringly at the straining
flesh that bobbed in front of her.  A few months ago,
Deke's fondest fantasies would have envisioned him
receiving a hot, sloppy MILF-blowjob in this scenario.
 But this day, the thought never even entered his
mind.

"My goodness, Deke.  That *is* impressive!" cooed
Sasha  "It's a little achey, you say?" she teased as
she ran a fingernail along the bottom of his shaft.

Deke swallowed hard.  "Y-yeah.  Just a little."

"But it's worth it for the improved flavor of that
man-cum you were gulping down, right?"

"Oh, hell yes," he agreed.

"Good boy!  Then I'll expect to see you in this
condition more often!  Now, you've got to cum
eventually -- once a month or so, but if you avoid
touching or stroking at the moment of orgasm, it will
be minimized.  That will help you build up to this
state again more quickly."

"Umm ... ok.  Thanks."  Deke struggled to avoid
cumming right there as Sasha continued to lightly
graze the skin of his penis with her fingertips.  "So
... um ... how does that work anyway?"

"What ... the taste thing?  Well, I believe it's
hormonal.  As a boy like you slowly matures into a
man, his body craves testosterone to grow up big and
strong.  And just like a deer is drawn to the taste of
a salt lick to get what it's body needs, yours is
drawn to the flavor of manly, hormone filled semen! 
Your body craves what's good for it, so as the need
grows, that cum tastes better and better to you!"

Deke pondered this for a moment .. along with the
pronounced ache in his penis.  "But why does waiting
make the need for testosterone grow?"

"Oh, you are such a cute, logical little nerd, Deke!"
Mrs K cooed, giving his dick a little flick with her
fingernail.  "Only a smart boy like you would ask such
a question!"

Deke blushed and smiled shyly.

"Now, Deke, this is more of a topic for my psychology
students at the university, but .. it's essentially a
trick of the subconcious mind.  As you go longer and
longer without an orgasm, the part of your mind in
control of sex drive doesn't feel like it's doing it's
job.  It feels less and less manly.  So, it drives up
the craving for testosterone and, therefore, makes
that semen seem yummier & yummier."

Deke didn't really listen to her answer.  It was
difficult to concentrate with her gliding her fingers
up and down his hard dick.  He just acknowledged
mentally that semen was delicious and getting hornier
and hornier without orgasm only made it better.  He
was learning so much from her.

Sasha licked her finger and used the slickness to rub
her finger in a circle around the sensitive spot on
the underside of his cockshaft.  "Beau-ti-ful," she
whispered while staring intently at the twitches she
caused.  "Ohh, Deke.  You're such a good boy.  With a
dick this hard, I know you're just going to love
whatever I can feed you while you're in this state." 
Her face took on a disappointed pout.  "It's just such
a *shame* that the effect won't last!  It won't be
long before I lose you and your eager little tongue."

Deke's eyes darted back and forth.  "Won't last?  Lose
me!?  What do you ... what are you talking about?!"
Deke huffed, sounding almost panicked.

Sasha looked up at him, her brow furrowed in
puzzlement.  "What?  Oh, Deke, I thought you knew!  I
thought by now one of the other girls would have told
you during a good tongue-douching."

Mrs K's insistence that he was some kind of Don Juan
of pussy sucking had always been flattering (the only
other vagina he'd ever seen up close had been in a
'Health Class' video), but now it became suddenly
frustrating.  She'd been hoping someone *else* would
tell him about this?  "What?  Tell me about what?" he
asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, Deke.  This can't go on forever -- soon you'll be
a man."

"What has that got to do with anything?"

Sasha closed her eyes and shook her head in
frustration.  "Oh my.  I can't believe no one told
you.  I tell you -- girls today are downright
irresponsible!  Any cumfeeding cheerleader worth her
salt know that it's extremely important to inform the
boy cleaning cum from her sopping twat that his lif--"

"Tell me WHAT??!" Deke insisted.

Sasha paused, looked up into Deke's face and began. 
"Ok.  Deke, right now you're a boy.  A beautiful,
cum-hungry, pussy-obsessed boy.  And you make all the
girls very, very happy as you lick & suck the
fuckjuices from their warm holes.  But ... you're
going to grow into a man very soon!  You're obviously
a bit of a late bloomer, given that you're so gangly
and skinny right now, but ... you can't stop the
inevitable: You're going to be a man."

Deke looked confused.  "So??!"

"Well, remember what I said about hormones?  As you
continue to mature physically, your body will produce
more and more of it's own testosterone.  Therefore,
you'll crave an outside source for it less and less. 
I know it doesn't seem like it now -- " Sasha's eyes
crossed slightly to look at the still raging-hard
penis in front of her face, " -- *especially* now --
but eventually you just won't WANT to suck cum from my
pussy anymore.  It's pure biology, Deke."

Deke's mouth just hung open in shock ... as if she'd
just told him the sun wouldn't rise tomorrow.

Sasha leaned in and gave the tip of his dick the
softest of kisses.  She wiped a tear from her eye,
sniffled, and said quietly, "I'm so sorry, Deke."

Deke's mind tried desperately to make sense of this
new information.  "But ... but ... I've heard you!  On
the phone!  Those were men, right?"

She shook her head.  "No, Deke, you don't understand. 
Yes, I have other male friends who share this
activi--"

"Your other cumsuckers, right?  They're men, right?" 
Deke's voice rose in pitch.

Sasha smiled slightly at his use of the word
'cumsucker'.  "Deke, that is an entirely different
situation.  Yes, it's true that they are older and
th--"

"Then why do *they* get to keep cleaning cum from
you??!" he shouted.  "It's not fair!  Why do I ha--"

"DEKE!!  Stop it!!  It's your dick!  Your DICK,
okay!?"

Deke stopped shouting.  He looked down at the
still-hard shaft sticking out in front of him.  He
regained his calm, took a deep breath, and asked,
"What about it?"

Sasha sighed.  "Deke, it's a good 5 inches long! 
Maybe even 5-1/4!  Hell, as hard as it is right now,
it might even be up to 'average' for white boys like
you.  You could almost even call it a 'cock'.  My male
frie-- I mean ... my 'other cumsuckers' are all 4
inches or less!  I've got one at 4-1/2 and he's
borderline, Deke -- I have to sit on his face and
*make* the little fucker eat it *every* damn time." 
Her eyes narrowed as her eyes darted to one side.  "I
swear, if that little pervert gets whiny and 'mannish'
on me ONE more time, I'll spread his ass so wide he'll
nev--"

Deke looked down questioningly as Sasha paused, shook
her head, and continued.

"Anyway, Deke, a cock like that dooms you to the
testosterone future I described.  I mean, 5 inches
ain't nuthin' to crow about, but I'm sure it'll land
you some chubby girl from your chess club or
something.  You'll forget all about rutting your face
around in my wet, gooey fuckbox and lead a perfectly
happy life of Saturday-night-missionary sex.  You'll
have a nice, solid, average life with your nearly
average dick.  It's nothing to be afraid of, Deke. 
It's just the way things are."

A slack-jawed Deke contemplated all this new
information.  This dismal, horrible information.

Sasha's gaze returned to the stiff, swollen cock
before her.  She reached up with a single finger and
bobbed it up and down a little with her fingertip. 
"But, I do have to say ... it's a damn shame.  You are
an *excellent* cumsucker, Deke.  Top notch, really."

Deke actually whimpered.

With a final sigh, Sasha rose and walked across to the
room to the bar and began to fix herself a drink. 
"It's sad, Deke, but there's no point in pouting about
it.  In fact, it's all the more reason to enjoy what
little cummy-cuntsucking time you've got left to the
fullest.  While that 5-incher rules you out of the
sperm-lapping life, it won't exactly be a real
girl-pleaser, if you know what I mean.  You're going
to need all the pussy-licking experience you can get
if you expect to make your future wife ever cum at
all, so ... enjoy this time while you can.  You've got
weeks or maybe even months of goo gobbling time left,
so you shou--"

"Weeks!??!" Deke cried in a panic.

"I know ... I know ... it doesn't leave much time, but
I'll do what I can to help."  She leaned back against
the bar and sipped her drink.  She looked up
ponderingly and said, "I'm pretty booked for the next
couple of days, but ... let's give those balls a few
more days to swell and I'll call you this weeken--"

"NO!" cried Deke.

"Oh, are you busy this weekend?"

"No, I mean 'NO'!  This can't be true!  I want to go
on doing this forever.  I ... I was *meant* to do
this!  I can feel it!  Maybe ... maybe my dick's just
the wrong size or something.  It was meant to be
smaller.  I know it.  Maybe ... "

Sasha reached to the nearly sobbing boy and pulled his
head to her chest.  "Oh, Deke.  I know you weren't
expecting this.  But please ... don't be like this. 
Don't fight it.  You need to just accept things the
way they are.  There's almost nothing that can be done
to change this situation.  We've had a lot of fun and
we're going to have plenty more before nature takes
it's cour--"

"Al-- ... *sniffle* ... almost?"

"Excuse me?"

"You said 'almost nothing' can be done."

Sasha broke loose of her embrace with Deke.  "No," she
said plainly as she crossed the room and shook her
head.  "No, Deke, don't even go there.  I ... I mean,
there is a way, but ... it's nearly impossible.  It
would take some remarkable effort on your part.  I'd
rather not even discuss it."

"Tell me!" Deke begged.

"Listen Deke, I'm sorry, but ..."

Deke dropped to his knees in front of her.  "Please,
Mrs K, tell me!  I'll do anything.  I don't want to
stop.  I don't want to lose ... " Deke paused as his
gaze centered on the bare, smooth pussy mound in front
of his face " ... you."

Sasha sighed heavily.  "Oh, Deke, you're as
cum-addicted as any boy I've ever seen!  It's such a
shame.  If any mediocre dicked boy could pull it off,
it might be you."

"Tell me," said Deke softly ... planting a kiss on her
clit.

"Oooh," she moaned.  "I swear, Deke ... all right ...
but don't say I didn't warn you."

He continued to kiss and gently nibble her clit as he
looked up into her face.

She smiled as she looked down at him.  "It's a 'total
immersion' technique.  You have to completely bathe
your system with external testosterone.  Testosterone
from man-cum, Deke.  It takes massive amounts to
completely suppress your growing body from producing
those hormones.  Gallons of the stuff."

Deke's still-hard dick surged as he heard her words. 
"Oh, yes!" he murmered as he tilted his head back and
pressed his chin between her thighs.  "Yes ... (shlup)
... I can do it!  I can eat ... (slurp) ... gallons of
cum!"

"I'm afraid you're not quite understanding me, Deke. 
The cum you so enjoy lapping up from my pussy has
already weakened in hormone strength significantly by
the time you swallow it.  You'll need to ... find a
more direct source."

Deke stopped his nuzzling of Sasha'a crotch.  Deke was
not a stupid boy.  Deke looked up questioningly.  He
knew what she was going to say before she said it.

"You need to suck cock."

Regardless of his expectations ... Deke actually
gasped.



To be continued ...


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Copyright (c) December, 2006 - 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