Chapter 6: The “Cum-Licker Club”

At a little before 7:00 I ride my bike over to Tiffany’s, she lives two streets over from me. The last time I was at her house was when we were in middle school to do homework together.

After ringing the doorbell, Tiffany lets me in and we go upstairs. Unlike mine, her parents are quite trusting to let us be alone together in her bedroom, or they figure I won’t get very far knowing their daughter’s singular taste in muscular jocks for boyfriends.

Shutting the door behind her, Tiffany motions for me to sit on the bed. My curiosity is boiling over, but I contain myself to hear what she has to say. After a couple of paces and taking a deep breath, she begins, “Okay, I know this is going to sound like a really strange thing to ask, but ... god, this is so awkward...” she pauses, collecting her thoughts, “You and I have been friends for a long time and I honestly can’t think of any other guy I would ask this of...” Again, she pauses, this time to bite her lower lip.

“What is it?”

“Okay, here’s the deal, the easiest way is for me to just put this out there.” She looks me straight in the eyes and says, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

I have to mentally remind my body how to perform a certain life function, namely, breathing. To say I’m shocked would be an understatement. “I ... uhhh ... What? Like, right here? Uhhh ... Like, right now?”

She shakes her head and waves her hands to brush away my stammering’s as if my words were somehow physically cluttering up the air in the room.

“I’m going to break up with Dirk. I am so ... so totally sick of him.” She stops to glare, “I can see you rolling your eyes at me. Before you start with your, I-told-you-so’s and, why do you date these kinds of assholes speeches, hear me out.”

I keep quiet.

“Last summer I was seeing Blake and everything seemed fine. I thought he was a great guy until I found out the fuck-wad had been fucking Cindy Fletcher on the side. Cindy-Fucking-Fletcher? Can you fucking believe that? That’s the fucked-up shit that was going on that day at Fucker’s Pond.”

Wow, that’s a lot of fucks she packed into that last statement! I choose to keep my trivial observations to myself and continue to stay quiet.

“So, along comes Dirk to the rescue,” she continues, “Silly me thought he would be different, different from Blake and all the others before him.”

“My guess is he wasn’t?” I gently ask.

“Oh, he was different alright, don’t get me wrong on that.”

“How?”

“Being honest, at first he was a real sweetheart. He invited me to his football practices, we went here and there and hung out a lot, then it was to parties with his buddies. But not long after, it started becoming a requirement that I go everywhere he wanted me to. If I couldn’t because I had previous plans or something going on, he would fly into a rage. At his football games, it got so ridiculous that I had to sit in a specific seat near the field so he could see and hear me cheering for him.

“At first, I brushed this off as, he must really be into me to want me around so much. I’ll admit, I was blind to it all, but it sure didn’t take very long to begin to feel suffocated. I thought maybe this was just some sort of, new-girl dating phase, with him; after all, he is our school’s all-star Dirk Larch. Part of me thought this would mellow out as time went on, but no, it only got worse. Even now, if I don’t do as he wants, he screams at me, belittles me, and calls me a useless whore. In his eyes, I’m supposed to be the lucky one to be with him.”

“Geez...” I mutter. “What an asshole.”

“Oh, it goes on. Just the other day he cussed me out because I didn’t want to go to one of his stupid beer parties and watch him get drunk with his asshole friends.”

Can’t say I’m surprised by this, but I’ll keep my opinions to myself.

“As if all of this isn’t bad enough, now I’m pretty sure Dirk is cheating on me! I see the funny way some of the girls look at me in the halls. Just call it that sixth sense we females have about these kinds of things. Even if he isn’t cheating, which I highly doubt, I’ve had more than I can stand of that creep ... and his bullshit.”

“Has he ever hit you?” I ask.

“No, thank god, but I wouldn’t put it past him if I keep going like this.”

She wants to break up with him, okay, I get that, but let’s go back to that first thing she told me. “How exactly does my...” I point to my crotch, “ ... in your mouth fit into all of this?”

Tiffany finally stops her pacing and takes a seat on the bed next to me. “Kyle, I don’t want to just simply break up with that fuck-tard, I want to break up with him big time! I want to scar his overgrown, fucked up, self-centered ego.”

“Okay...” I cautiously venture.

“You know how he’s always going around calling people faggots, cum-suckers, and stuff?”

“I can’t say I haven’t heard that before.”

“All the time it’s, Hey, you cum-licker this, and, You, cum-sucker that, I swear, Dirk never grew out of a middle school mentality.”

No argument from me on that.

Tiffany continues, “At the end of the school day after biology, I go to my locker. When Dirk gets out of his 6th Period Gym Class, he rushes in, grabs me, and jams that nasty tongue of his deep in my mouth, in front of everybody. I guess he feels the need to show off his romantic French-kissing skills, and remind everyone that I’m his girl, his property, or something. It’s so gross!”

Nodding in agreement, I know I’ve witnessed such grab and tongue-jam sessions.

With a devious look in her eye, she tells me, “My plan plays into his obsession with calling everyone a cum-licker/drinker/lover/whatever.

I want to make him, Dirk Larch, the cum-sucker of Maplewood in front of everybody.”

I think I’m starting to see where this is going.

“So, I need a guy’s cum, and I need it to be in my mouth after 6th Period. When Dirk jams his putrid tongue into my mouth one more time, he’s going to get a little surprise. I can’t think of anyone’s ... stuff ... I would rather have than yours.”

I take a moment to silently process this. Now, I know you might be thinking, What the fuck, dude? She just offered to suck you off, what’s to think about? As great as all of this sounds on the surface, there are a few factors in play here that need to be discussed.

While I ponder, she gives me that hopeful, eyebrows-up, kind of look that girls are so good at. “You’ve always been there for me, Kyle, and...” she blushes, “ ... and, I think I might kind of like to ... you know ... give you a blow-job.”

I proceed slowly, “Oh-kay ... but we need to figure all of this out first.”

“I knew I could count on you!” She kisses me on the cheek and excitedly lays out her plan. “You know how at the end of biology Mr. Franklin can’t get out of the classroom fast enough? I think he goes out to his car to have a smoke or something. Anyway, he always leaves the classroom open while he’s gone. I was thinking that as soon as everyone’s left, you and I could hang back and sneak into that supply closet at the back of the classroom. Do you know the one I’m talking about?”

I nod, I know the room she’s talking about.

“I could give you the beejer in there. When you’ve finished, I’ll keep your cum in my mouth and rush out to my locker for Dirk to find me. It would be best if you can give me a big load; all the more for that asshole to stick his tongue deep into, the better. That’s why I was asking you about jacking off.”

I can’t believe this conversation we’re having. I’ve known Tiffany since we were kids and here she is talking about sucking my cock! I always thought if she and I ever progressed in a relationship leading to anything sexual, it would be more ... traditional; like dating, going out to eat and to the movies with the hopes of maybe, one day, getting lucky in the backseat. Talk about the proverbial fast-forward button of life being pushed.

“Are you with me, Kyle?” she snaps me back to the here and now.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just taking all of this in.”

“As I was saying, it takes Dirk a little while to shower and change after gym; that gives us the time we’ll need in the closet. Then, when he comes out to give me my kiss...” She raises her hands, palms up, and tilts her head. “Whaddya think?”

“Sounds like you’ve certainly thought this through.”

“Oh, I have!”

“And, when do you want to do this?”

“I was thinking tomorrow might be good, it’s Friday.”

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll try something like ... maybe try to hurt you?”

“If he tries, there’ll be plenty of people milling around in the hall. For this to work, and for Dirk’s sake, I want plenty of witnesses.”

“Have you thought about times when there are no witnesses around?”

“I have, I carry pepper spray if he wants to get cute with me. Part of me thinks he’s all blah-blah talk and doesn’t have it in him to hit a girl.”

“Dirk, or anyone for that matter, cannot ever know it’s my cum. He may not hit a girl, but he’ll have no issues with pounding my ass into the ground.”

“No one will ever know. I promise you Kyle, honestly.”

“When we come out of that closet,” I add, “we can’t let anyone see us, or it won’t take long for people to put two and two together and figure it out. Something like this is going to go instantly viral-huge around the school, big-time.”

“I’m totally counting on that!” she flashes her devious grin again. “But, you’re right, we’ll make sure the coast is clear. When I give you the blow-job, it’s going to have to be fast, I’m talking a few minutes at best. Can you bring yourself to shoot quickly?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Thank you, Kyle!”

“You do know that by doing this, you’ll alienate yourself from that whole crowd.”

“That’s fine, I’m so done with all of those assholes and bitches anyway.”

I look at my phone and stand up. “It’s getting late, I’d better be heading home.”

“See you tomorrow.” Then she leans in and whispers, “And, no jerkin’ it tonight!”

Riding home, I keep thinking about this plan. I’m still not entirely sure about us pulling this off without any hitches, but Tiffany seems confident; plus, she does have the bigger part of this whole plot.

My thoughts shift to between my legs. I’ve never had anyone suck on me before and I must admit, I’m quite excited about it. I wonder if a mouth feels as good as a pussy? It has to, right? I’ve never heard of anyone receiving a bad blow-job. Speaking of that, I’ve always wondered why it’s called a blow-job, from what I understand there’s no blowing involved, just a lot of sucking.

It occurs to me that of all those times I was with Renee last summer, we pretty much stuck with cock-in-pussy sex, we never had any oral sex with each other. I’m not sure why we didn’t, and it hasn’t crossed my mind until now. I had no issues with Renee taking the lead, she was the one teaching me about sex after all, and maybe sucking penis just isn’t her thing; I guess everyone is different about what they like.

Dawn of the next day brings a dose of reality along with some nervousness; are we really going through with this? While it was fun to talk about our little plan, I’m still unsure about how this is going to go play out. Passing Tiffany in the hall, she smiles, winks at me, and still seems to be up for it. I just hope I’ll be up to perform my part in this whole twisted scheme.

After 3rd Period, I’m at my locker and about to go to lunch when who should saunter by like he owns the whole damn school, none other than the man of the hour, Mr. Dirk (the Dick) Larch closely followed by a handful of his buddies. Watching him as he’s about to pass by, I think to myself, that poor sap has no idea what’s in store, and in my ball-sack, for him.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, wimp?”

“Nothing ... nothing at all,” I say, trying my best to hide a smirk.

“Oh, you’re lookin’ at somethin’, little man.” He grabs his crotch and squeezes. “I’ll bet you want a little suck on this don’t-cha? Maybe, if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a nice sloppy load to taste, bet you’d like that wouldn’t ya? Little, fuckin’ cum-licker.”

It was all I could do to keep from laughing. We’ll just see who’s going to taste who’s load today, big guy.

Isn’t it curious how the guy who’s always calling everyone around him a queer, or a faggot, sure seems willing to offer up his meat for another guy? For good measure, he shoves my shoulders and pushes me into the locker wall, laughs, and continues on his way. Big dumb fuck. His friends look like they’ve seen this routine too many times, but, of course, they still enjoy it.

In 6th Period Tiffany leans over and whispers to me, “You didn’t pound-off or anything stupid last night, did you?”

“No, I didn’t ... Are we really still going through with this?”

“Oh, yes, we sure as fuck are! What Kyle? Are you thinking of bailing on me?”

“No, it’s just that ... I’m kind of nervous, and if I’m nervous, I might not be able to get it ... you know ... up ... if you know what I mean.”

Unable to believe what she just heard, she whisper-snarls, “I’m looking at majorly pissing off the biggest, nastiest, ogre in this whole fucking school in front of a whole crowd of people with cum in my mouth. And, you’re the nervous one? You have the easy part!”

Overhearing us, Nerdy Abigail sits upright and at complete attention in front of us.

Tiffany calms and takes a deep breath, “Look, I’m sorry Kyle, that came out all wrong and nasty-sounding. I guess I’m pretty nervous about this too.”

“It’s okay, I just hope I can get it up when we need it to be up.”

“Start thinking your sex thoughts, fucking the entire cheerleading squad, or whatever it is you guys do to get hard.”

Probably not fully believing what she just heard, Abigail turns her head. Tiffany looks at her, puts her hands up questioningly, and mouths the word, “What?”

As the end of class is getting near, Tiffany leans over, “Well? How’s it going? Are you getting a stiffy yet?”

“Not really, kind of difficult to get in-the-mood listening to Franklin drone on about heavy elements.”

Taking matters into her hands, Tiffany reaches under the table, between my legs, and unexpectedly grabs at my crotch. Startled, my leg jumps upward and my knee loudly bangs on the bottom side of the table getting everyone’s attention, especially Abigail. Mr. Franklin asks for quiet, shakes his head, and continues. I can only imagine his thoughts, the class, the day, and the week is almost over.

Once everyone’s attention is off of us, Tiffany grins and returns to feeling me up through my jeans. For as long as we’ve known each other, this is the first time her hands have ever explored this, or any part, of me for that matter. My cock starts to stir and grow; it’s working, I’m getting hard. Tiffany can feel it getting bigger too, she looks at me and smiles.

Ever so deftly, she slides her hand inside my jeans and then right on inside my boxer shorts. Finding what she’s seeking, she wraps her fingers around it and starts to stroke. She whispers, “Kyle, your cock feels nice.” Her hand on me definitely feels nice too!

“I think everything’s going to be okay now,” I whisper back.

“Okay, good. Listen, when the bell rings and everyone is getting up, I’m going to knock my books to the floor. You stay back to help me pick them up while everyone leaves. With you crouched down to help me, no one should notice this boner in your pants.”

“Wow, you really have thought this through.”

She keeps her hand in my pants, slowly pulling me to make sure I stay nice and hard until-

BBRRRRIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!

Right on cue, Mr. Franklin wastes no time heading for the door, “Okay, class is over, I hope everyone has a good weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.”

During the exodus of teacher and students, I hear a plop of books scattering on the floor.

“Oh crap, my books!” Tiffany mock-announces.

Abigail stops, turns, and bends down to help. Jumping in, I make sure to stay in a bent position to hide my erection from our classmate. “I got it. I’ll get these. Thanks anyway though.”

She flashes a nerdy smile. “Well, okee-dokee then. Bye!” Giving us a goofy little wave on her way out, Abigail joins the last few students leaving the room.

Tiffany and I finish gathering everything up as the last kid exits to the hallway. We can already hear the increasing cacophony of squeaking tennis shoes, loud talking, and the slamming of locker doors. Time is of the essence now as Tiffany and I quickly make our way to the supply closet.

“Did you check if it was locked?” I quickly ask.

“No, did you?”

“No.”

It opens, whew, and there’s just enough room for both of us to get in and shut the door. In complete darkness a small chain brushes against my face, I pull it to turn on the light.

“You want the light on?” Tiffany asks. “What if someone notices?”

“No one will see us with the door shut. And ... and, I wanna watch,” I sheepishly snicker.

“Whatever turns you on,” she mutters, shaking her head. “Let’s get these pants down.”

Tiffany gets into position on her knees in front of me while I undo my belt and open my zipper. Grabbing my jeans on both sides, she yanks them to my knees, pulling my underwear down with them. My erection immediately pops up and free. She jerks her head back with her eyes open wide. “Whoa! Good idea with the light on, you have a great cock!”