A Taste of Things to Cum
By: Semibu
‘A TASTE OF THINGS TO CUM’
Simon had always been a stickler for cleanliness. On a
hot day he might shower three or four times. He’d brush
his teeth after every meal. He’d always wash his hands
after visiting the bathroom. No surprise, then, that
Simon found the idea of engaging in sex quite repulsive.
This, however, didn’t stop him from watching others.
By the time Simon had arrived at Lenny’s place the
‘party’ was in full swing. He wasted no time in settling
down to watch the action with and occasional ‘Wow!’ and a
frequent ‘Yuck!’ Lenny, a most handsome rough diamond,
was always the one to do the work. He loved to serve.
Simon looked on as gorgeous Lenny rimmed Daniel, Bill,
Shane and Paul, savouring every last droplet of sweat
from their cracks and holes. Next came the part that
Simon found both very arousing and highly disgusting.
Lenny sucked off all four guys, hungrily devouring each
creamy ejaculation.
Imagine how Simon felt as the attention then turned to
him. Imagine how relieved he felt when he was told that
he was not expected to perform sexually. But imagine how
terrified he became when he realised that he was to be
engulfed by all those things he found repulsive. Imagine
how dizzy he felt as he shrank down to a pathetic 5
inches. Imagine his horror as he found himself face down
on Lenny’s velvet tongue and being heaved into his now
stinking mouth. Imagine poor Simon’s thoughts as he
recalled what that tongue had just been doing! Imagine
Daniel, Bill, Shane and Paul all roaring with laughter as
they observed with glee Simon sliding helplessly towards
Lenny’s plump tonsils and dilating throat. Imagine the
thick salty odour rising from the dark muscular gullet
down which Simon had begun to slither.
The four pals were almost fighting to get a good look at
Simon as he sank into the dripping pinks of Lenny’s
gentle sadistic gape. They each yelled out a cruel
farewell to their little chum before Lenny threw back his
head and gulped. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he
closed his jaws. Another swallow and Simon was sacrificed
simply to amuse his so-called friends.
Lenny delighted in telling the boys that he could still
feel Simon squirming around inside. Daniel pointed out
that, at just 5 inches tall, their combined cum would be
the equivalent to three bucket loads in there. Bill
reminded them of all that rich anal sweat, and all those
efficient digestive juices in there too! Simon wouldn’t
stand a chance. Shane added how ironic it would be to see
a guy so into hygiene being eased out of Lenny’s
sphincter as a piece of shit. Paul knelt down and shouted
at Lenny’s well-defined abs, ‘Hey, Simon! You wouldn’t
drink my spunk so now you can drown in it, sucker!’ All
five cried out with laughter. Lenny hushed them up and
announced the time had come. He belched, long and loud.
Imagine all the humiliation and fear within the skin of
that greedy brute as Simon felt all those boisterous
hands patting the very stomach in which he was struggling
and suffering. Imagine the heat. Imagine the blackness.
Imagine the stench. Imagine the mercy of unconsciousness.
According to police, Simon was simply another a missing
person. A few days later and Daniel was another. Bill and
Shane failed to make the obvious connection and were
filed as missing soon after. Eventually, Lenny confessed
to Paul. Paul, quite rightly, decided it was time to dial
911 and tell all to the police but, as Lenny gave an all
too familiar rasping burp of satisfaction, Paul rather
thought he’d left things a little too late.
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