Shouldn’t That Scare me More?

NOTE About Story: This story was originally named: Obsessed with doing myself. I wrote it back in early 2009. I decided to give it a tune-up which ended up leading to a part two.

It is based on somebody’s real-life experience, yet the exact events were tailored to make it a story. I still put it in true stories though because I like to keep all of my stories in one place. I which the site had a creative nonfiction genre. Part two is pure fiction.

Shouldn’t That Scare me More?

By Bistander

Before the scoopful of cereal reached my mouth, milk dropped. Shit, I thought, a direct hit. My ball sack constricted and rolled my nuts. I shouldn’t be able to see my package at the breakfast table, but my parents are away for three days, so I seized the opportunity to walk around naked. For reasons I don’t understand, it excites me in a twisted way.

A second carelessness act splashed my partially erect dick. It jerked and pumped blood toward the head. A thought went through my mind that should have been immediately rejected. My balls danced again and a rush of lust chemicals surged through my body. I scooped the milk and cornflakes up with the cold steel and cleaned the spoon in my mouth. My cock jerked upward when I got the white spritzes of milk off my nut sack.

The spoon touching my balls wasn’t pleasurable, but putting it back in my mouth aroused me. It was an odd psychological excitement. My brain seemed to connect the spoon and my sack, which meant I had licked my balls. More blood pumped into my expanding shaft. I wondered if I’d lick my balls if it were possible. I’d like to think that was a rhetorical question for every boy.

If it wasn’t, did that mean there was something wrong with me? Not only would I lick them, I’d suck them. My tongue had already touched my cockhead. I couldn’t suck it, but I got the tip between my lips. It had been taxing on my spine and unsatisfying because I wanted to suck the whole thing. I wanted to feel it slide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat like I’d seen women do in porn movies. I wasn’t attracted to guys, but sucking my balls and licking the soft skin between my nuts and asshole was something that I imagined. I would cum in my mouth and swallow the load, but not someone else’s. Did that make me gay or just weird?

I peeled a banana. Maybe if I could get a girl to give me a blowjob worthy of the one I imagined

I’d give myself, then I wouldn’t have these thoughts? Sucking off a guy wasn’t an option, but if it were, would that show me how good it would feel? That thought scared me, but not enough. I stroked my cock and slid the banana in and out of my mouth. The roughness was eased by the excessive juices that filled my throat. I pulled the banana out and coated my stiff cock with spit. The warm fluid spilled on to my balls. My excitement meter was quickly approaching lack of self-control. I jerked my dick and pushed the phallic fruit into my face. My balls snugged up against my body. I shoved the full length of the banana down my throat and thrust my groin forward. Now, I was out of control.

The sight of cum launching from my cock and spraying across the table should have been disturbing, but I continued stroking and let the perverse pleasure fill me. The second burst hit my glass of orange juice and ricocheted into the remaining cornflakes. I kept on slamming my fist and jettisoned the rest of the massive load all over the wood surface. Why would blowing a load where I shared meals with my parents be wickedly erotic?

That question wasn’t one I could answer, but I realized I was going to be late for school, so I quickly finished my breakfast, not thinking twice about eating my jizz. I wished I could have felt my dick pump it directly into my throat.

I cleaned off the table, wondering what Mom would think if she knew I covered it with cum. Shocked, I’m sure, but it might be her fault I turned out like this. She doesn’t think I know about that day, but it’s burned into my brain for life. Years earlier, I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother on her knees, her tits were hanging out, and a giant cock was in her mouth. My father’s large hands held her head, pulling my mother’s face forward to meet the thrust of his hips. Inch after inch, he fed her that huge dick. I swear I saw my mother’s throat bulging. My father backed up and slowly extracted the reddened, spit-shined flesh. Before the head came out, he plunged it back inside my mother’s head. The sight of a massive one-eyed monster would have been terrifying enough but seeing my dad face fuck my mother altered my psyche.

For months afterward, I looked at my tiny little stick and hardly noticeable balls, wondering if they would ever grow. I got over it after a while, but I’ll never forget my dad’s massive tool going so far down my mother’s throat that it must have been in her stomach.

Later, after football practice, I still hadn’t completely put that morning out of my mind.