It didn’t take me very long. All the sudden I felt a seizing feeling in my balls. I couldn’t help it, I opened my mouth and let out a croaking sound. I was suddenly filled with a warm feeling that emanated from my penis all over my body and my vision went blank for a second. Suddenly a thick, hot warm liquid squirted between my fingers. I looked down and another hot spurt shot right into my mouth, leaving a little bit on my lips. More kept coming. The taste was salty and sticky but delicious. I couldn’t believe how much I like it. I was completely surprised. I swished it around in my mouth and drank it down. A few more spurts and I looked down again. My thighs and hands were covered in thick, white cum. It looked like liquid pearl. I splayed my fingers and looked at it glisten on my fingers. Without thinking I sucked the cum off my fingers. I scooped more off of my thighs and shoved it into my mouth. Finally, I got the last few drips off the tip of my dick and put it in my mouth. There had been a ton of it. Probably 6 ounces. Far more than the boy had produced in the video I had seen on the internet.
Suddenly my mind cleared and I realized what had happened. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I could still taste the cum on my lips and tongue and I was disgusted with myself for wanting more. Something more was wrong with me than just this thing. I got up quickly and threw on my clothes. I had to stop this. I ran back to class, hoping no one would smell the sex on my breath.
Chapter 3: A Friend Can Tell
I managed to make it through the rest of the school day. The worst part was lunch. Sitting with my friends and trying to act normal. I did a lot better than I had in the morning and I started to feel a little better. I was starting to come to terms with what was going on. While I was far from comfortable with the situation, there really wasn’t anything else to do but accept it until Dr. Marta could help me out. I participated some in class near the end of the day when it became pretty clear that I was going to make it to the doctor’s office before anyone noticed what was going on.
It was the end of the day before I realized something. I was supposed to go to cheer practice. Not only that, I was supposed to be named assistant captain at cheer practice. This was going to be a really tough decision. I really, really wanted to go. It was my dream to be captain, but I would settle for the next position down, and I wanted to be at practice. But when I thought about going into the locker-room I realized that I really didn’t have an option.
I got my stuff out of my locker slowly and then headed towards the door. I knew that if I drove quickly I could be at the doctor’s office before 3:00. I headed for the door, but just before I got there I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around quickly and saw Lucy standing behind me smiling.
“Where are you going? We have practice…” she said, she looked concerned.
“Oh… yeah. I don’t know I just don’t feel well,” I said unconvincingly.
“I knew that you didn’t want to support me on the next captain when I told you this morning. Look I understand if you don’t want to or if you can’t for some reason. I can always pick someone else…”
“No it isn’t that. I do want to help you,” I said, rubbing my elbows self-consciously.
“Well then what is wrong. And don’t say you feel sick. I can tell when you’re lying,” she said. I looked into her big eyes and realized she was sincerely concerned about me. I hung my head and tried to keep from crying.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“What? Why are you sorry,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I looked back up at her. She was biting her lip and furrowing her brow and somehow it made her look both gorgeous and honest. I grabbed her hand and starting pulling her. She followed behind me without saying anything. I don’t know now why I didn’t just say I was experiencing side effects from my medication and I had to go to the doctor. When people know you have cancer they don’t really ask questions. I don’t know, I guess I just needed to confide in someone. I guess I thought Lucy might understand. I guess I wanted to find out if she was really my friend.
I pulled her towards the school theater. I found the back door and pulled her into the green room. It was near the end of the school year, so there was no one around practicing or anything. The green room was just a dank, cinderblock room with a dirty old couch. She sat down and looked up at me expectantly. For a second I froze. The I figured out what needed to be said first.
“Listen, I need you to swear to absolute secrecy about this,” I said and she leaned forward and bit her lower lip. She looked so sexy and I was concerned as I could tell I was about to get an erection. This was absolutely crazy. Was I sexually attracted to women now?
“Sure,” she said.
“This isn’t like the normal sort of ‘don’t tell anyone’ where I sort of hope or expect you will tell someone I mean this has to go to your grave or I will probably end up killing myself. And that isn’t a joke,” I explained in the most serious tone I could muster. She nodded her head solemnly.
“I swear to God, Mina. Whatever happens here in the green room will be between us until the day I die,” she said with equal gravity. I looked into her eyes and I could see she was telling the truth. She wasn’t taking this lightly.
“Okay. Please don’t like… laugh or scream or run out of the room or anything okay?”
“Jesus Mina, there aren’t a lot of things that can make someone do all of those things. Are you sick again?” She said, patting the couch next to her for me to sit down. I shook my head and stayed standing.
“Okay,” I said and then quickly outlined for her my cancer story. I told her about the near death experiences and the final, miraculous medicine that saved my life and brought it up to that morning to, when I woke up in the morning feeling great and knowing that all that was behind me.
“Right,” she said, smiling sweetly at me, “I mean I knew all that. That is so awesome. I mean I don’t even know the words I could use to explain how great that is. But that doesn’t explain why you’re running out on practice and why you have me hiding in this dank hole of a room,” she said, fairly.
“Well. Like I said, there were never any side effects for the medicine,” I said, “Until this morning.” Then I couldn’t talk anymore. My mouth got dry and I heard my throat click.