A cumslut's progress : Part 1

When I think back over the experiences I have had I become convinced that I must be one of those types who easily gets addicted. I don't mean addicted to drugs or alcohol or gambling. I mean addicted to sex.

My first recollection of sexual activity was of the curiosity I shared with my classmates as we went through puberty at the public school I attended. We all wanted to know how big each other's dicks were and how much pubic hair had grown. Because we were all boarders and slept in dormitories we had got used to seeing each other's cocks. There were some boys who wanted their dick touched and I was one of them. Nobody suggested we were doing anything wrong and for most of them, once their urges led them away from this curiosity and towards the opposite sex, then they stopped examining each other.

My curiosity never diminished though and my interest in boys continued. There were other lads like me and we got to know each other and when the occasion arose we would find somewhere private and wank each other. I knew about six guys like that and with each of them I tried to get them to go a bit further. In particular I wanted to suck their cocks. Not all of them wanted to suck me but I succeeded in sucking all of them in the end. We all knew what each other liked and I tried to encourage them to get together as a group for the purpose of having our juvenile kind of orgy.

This was not too difficult to arrange as the school was on the coast where there were lots of sand dunes where you could be hidden from sight. In those days of my youth my highlight was to have all of the boys in the group in a line naked from the waist down and for me to suck each of them in turn. At first it was just a suck and then they would jerk off until they came but once I had tasted cum from one of them I wanted to taste cum from all of them. This was my first addiction. Initially I had wanted this cumfest every week but soon I was wanting it everyday. We never thought about fucking each other at this stage although we were fully aware of how sensitive our arseholes were to being fingered from the way we each allowed hands to wander over our bodies. It was not until I had left school that I started to get more adventurous.

I should explain how it was I went to a public school. I became orphaned at the age of twelve after my parents were killed in a motor accident. I was put in the care of an aunt who had three daughters already and did not like being lumbered with a boy who was nearly in his teens. My father had taken out a sizeable life insurance and this was made into a trust fund for me so that there was sufficient money to send me to a public school and get me out of my aunt's way. In many ways I was glad about this as the ill feeling between my aunt and me was mutual.

It was expected that the clever boys would go on to Oxford or Cambridge. I was not one of those and I ended up going to one of the London University colleges. As a result of that I lost touch with all of my sex buddies so my source of cum had disappeared. I had just turned eighteen when I went to university and relished being independent and separate totally from my aunt. I found a bedsit and made my own life. There was still enough money left in the trust fund to pay for me to go through university.

It was at that time I discovered cottages. These places just do not seem to exist anymore and have gone the same way as the traditional public house. But when I was eighteen cottages abounded. A lot were quite dirty and smelly but for the hardened cottager, as I became, this did not matter. Usually the seedier the place the more active it was.

My first visits may have been quite innocent but when anyone is seated on the pedestal having a crap they cannot help but see the amount of graffiti that is written on the walls. A lot of it is plain fantasy but a lot else is enough to rouse the sexual imagination of a guy like me and I would be quite mesmerised reading about what other guys got up to.

A lot of closets had holes in the dividing walls and I can remember the shock I got when I eventually plucked up enough courage to look through a fairly tiny hole only to see an eye looking back at me. But no matter how small the hole it was large enough for the guys either side to let the other know how big their cock was. This might lead to a note being passed through the hole.

The first grope I had in a cottage happened in this way and after notes had been passed to and fro I got down on the floor on my hands and knees as I had been told and an arm appeared under the partition between the closets and the hand grabbed my stiff dick. I was so turned on by this that I came practically straight away.

As time went by I started exploring all the cottages within easy reach of where I lived and found that some had holes in the dividing walls that were big enough to accommodate a cock. I thought back to my cock sucking days at school and a yearning came over me to do the same again only this time it would be with anonymous men that I was unlikely to meet again. I could feel something stirring within me that I had suppressed since leaving school but I knew it had not gone away. My addiction for sucking cock and swallowing cum was still as strong as ever.

As a student I found that the best time for me to study was early in the morning. I used to get up at about six and, after a light breakfast, work until nearly ten when my first lecture began. Lectures finished by lunchtime and so I had the rest of the day free.

After reconnoitring several cottages I found three that were busy enough for me to satisfy my cravings. They were each busy at different times of the day and so I could spend several hours a day, from lunchtime to evening, satisfying my urges. Each time I went into a cottage I would sit in one of the closets with my dick out and I would be gently stroking it. This was not to make it come or to encourage anyone sitting in the other side to help me to come. My motive was to make sure that whoever came in next to me knew immediately I was up for sex. This worked nearly everytime except when a straight guy came in and then he would usually place a toilet tissue over the hole to block my view.

But if I knew the guy next to me was interested I would put my finger through the hole and wait for him to put his cock through in response. As soon as it came through to my side I would grab it and wrap my mouth around it. I had a technique with my tongue that made sure that the chap would know that I was an expert sucker and he was hooked then and left his cock in my mouth until he came. Most came within five minutes a few lasted a bit longer. I was getting about ten guys in the space of two hours. That usually meant that on a good day I sucked about thirty cocks dry. I don't think a day went by when I didn't get my fill of cum.

After a while I began to recognise some of the cocks that came through the hole. Obviously some guys were so pleased with the service I gave them that they came back again. I could recognise the same prick not just by its shape or size but also by its taste and especially the taste of the cum that filled my mouth.

This continued for several months in which time I must have sucked dry hundreds of cocks but it began to change after one chap I had just swallowed stayed in the closet long after he had cleaned himself up. A note came through to my side from him. It simply said, I would love to fuck you. Up to this time I had never been fucked, although the thought of it had passed through my mind several times. Yes, unbelievably my arse was still in its virgin state. I wrote back telling him that I had never been fucked and he returned with, Maybe you should try it then.

In a fit of madness I said ok and agreed to meet him outside. He took me back to his flat where we both stripped. This was probably the first time I had come face to face with any of the multitude of guys that I had sucked in cottages. He was actually quite nice looking, aged in his forties, I reckoned, which was well over twice my age but I found him attractive. He told me his name was Chris.

'You like cum don't you?' he said to me. 'I can show you a way you can have double the pleasure you've been getting so far.'

I was intrigued to such an extent that I felt like submitting to anything he suggested. He got me to lie on the bed and to open my legs wide and raise them in the air.

'The first thing we need to do is to make sure that you are comfortable taking it in the arse,' he said. 'As you're a virgin down there you are probably quite tight but it will not take long to loosen you up especially as you are so into cocks anyway.'

As he was talking he had picked up a tube of KY jelly and had smeared a load on his fingers. He proceeded to massage my hole with his greasy fingers and to let them enter me very slightly. Gradually he managed to slide one inside me totally. Having a finger poke my arse was nothing new to me as, when I had been to the local VD clinic for a regular check up, the doctor there, although I had told him that I had never played the passive role, would always want to probe inside to check my prostrate and perhaps get some pleasure of his own from it.

Chris massaged my hole for a long time and periodically applied more KY to his fingers gradually pushing them further into me. After about half an hour, during which my sensitive arse ring had sent spasms of pleasure through my body he started to push two and then three fingers inside me. I felt no discomfort from this at all, instead I got the urge for something even bigger to be pushed inside me. He had sensed this and had got a fairly large vibrator out of a drawer and had applied grease along its shaft.

'We are now moving on to phase two,' he said. 'You may feel after a while that you want to come. If that's the case let yourself shoot your load but don't touch your cock.'

He positioned the vibrator inside the rim of my hole and switched it on. The pleasure sensations generated just inside the puckered skin at the entrance to my hole increased tenfold and I felt my body totally relax. I was then aware of a slight pressure on my hole and that the vibrator was slipping inside me. I felt the tip of it touch my prostrate and I jumped with the sudden orgasmic pleasure that overcame me. It wasn't an orgasm in the normal sense though and Chris was able to make it happen time and again whenever he let the vibrator massage that internal gland.

I didn't wanted him to stop. Until this time I had got all of my pleasure with other guys from feeling their cocks respond to the way I sucked them and the eventual reward of a mouthful of cum. I only ever came when I wanked on my own back at the bedsit thinking of all the dicks I had sucked dry and the feel, taste and smell of them. Chris was now introducing me to an entirely new source of pleasure that emanated from inside me. I knew I was going to become hooked on this as I had been with every other sexual activity I had so far indulged in.

Another half hour of this blissful treatment had gone by and I felt all of my lower body begin to spasm as an uncontrollable tremor went over me and I knew that I was about to blow my load. Starting from my loins it spread downwards to my thighs and upward through my abdomen. I was literally shuddering with the power of the orgasm that was overwhelming me and then great jets of cum shot from my cock most of which landed on my face. I could feel the hot cream splash on my cheeks chin and lips.

The orgasm seemed to last for minutes but it was probably only seconds and then everything seemed to subside as my body returned to normal. Chris was still massaging my prostrate and now it had the effect of making me totally relaxed.

I licked my lips and tasted the cum that had landed there. Although I always collected and swallowed the cum from when I wanked, the taste this time seemed to be so much better. I could still feel where it had landed on my face and other areas of my body and I scooped it up with my fingers and brought it to my mouth. Chris in the meantime was pulling the vibrator out of my arse.

'We'll take a rest now before we move on to the final stage?' he said. 'But first I want to ensure that none of the work so far goes to waste.'

Having said this he got a butt plug out of a drawer and pushed it in my arsehole. It had quite a diameter but it went in easily and felt extremely comfortable as it kept my hole stretched.

'Let's have something to eat as, if it's all right with you, I intend to keep you here for some time and I would like you to meet some friends of mine who will help in the remaining stages.'

I still felt slightly euphoric after the terrific orgasm I had just had and was willing to agree to anything.

'I could quite happily stay here for as long as you want,' I said. 'Who are you friends and what are they gong to do.'

'I won't tell you anything about them because I think that when you see them you will be more than happy,' he said cryptically. 'I will give them a ring and they will be her in about an hour and then we will get started again. Until then let's relax and eat to give us strength. I think it's going to be a long night, especially for you.'

I looked at my watch which I was still wearing and saw that it was only six o'clock. Judging by the way Chris was speaking it seemed that we were going to be awake working on my body well into the night, but at what, I had no idea.

We had a light meal which we ate still naked and it made me feel quite horny to be starkers next to another naked man. When we had finished I felt ready to start again but Chris suggested that I ensure that my bladder was completely empty as there might not be a chance to have a pee for some time. When I came out of the toilet I heard voices in the bedroom and when I went inside I saw two men standing there talking to Chris.