Story by Brian Porter
Cumnoisseur is part of "The Bitch Saga"
Wrestling wasn't my first option when I was asked if I wanted to join a team. Uni had so many options, it felt daunting to pick only one. I thought about rowing at first. It could work for me because I wanted to feel the good vibes of the open space in the early morning. I used to say that this is how you get to be one with nature. I need to confess that I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded deep and smart. "I can be one with nature". It should be cool.
I filled in the subscription form and gave it to him.
"Tim... Tim Mar... Mar what?" he looked puzzled. That was common.
"Maarschalkerweerd. It's from my dad's family. It's like Dutch for the keeper of horses."
"Not many horses to keep in the water, uh? Unless you're Aquaman" he laughed.
I laughed too, but just not to make it awkward. That kind of joke was boring already.
"Listen. I can't let you in the team. I can see your upper body is strong, but it's not good enough. I'm looking for someone who's already in shape. You know what I mean? I don't have time to train someone coz the competition is only three months from now." He gave me my documents back. "Why don't you try wrestling?"
I was surprised. It never crossed my mind to try my luck as a wrestler.
"Why wrestling?" I asked looking up at the coach who was so much taller than me.
"Well, I can also see you got strong legs and a nice ass to waste them with rowing. In wrestling, a good pair of thighs and glutes can give you balance, impulse and a good advantage over the other boys."
'Boy'. I was used to being called like that by others, mainly by seniors and coaches. It wasn't only me. Usually, every freshman on campus would become a 'boy', a 'cry-baby', a 'newbie', or even 'girl', "little girl' or 'bitch'. That kind of approach annoyed me when I started my days as an undergraduate student, but eventually, I grew used to it.
Following the rowing coach's advice, I went to the wrestling club. I felt intimidated because not every club would call their freshmen 'girls' or 'bitches', but wrestlers did. They were recognized as one of the toughest groups on campus. 'Don't mess up with them' I was told.
Considering I wouldn't be allowed in the team for my small size and almost angelic look, I tried my luck anyway. To my surprise, coach Stance gave me a chance. And to everyone's amusement, I wasn't too bad. I had potential. It was, in fact, a good advantage to have such strong legs. I was in heaven. Being accepted as a wrestler gave me a bunch of benefits. I got to live in a separate building that was meant for fighters. I got my own room with a private toilet, a stovetop and a fridge. I earned a pin that presented me as a wrestler to other students, which meant respect. And, above everything, I met Logan. The tall jock who was the prince charming of the wrestlers. Or, at least, that's how he saw himself.
Logan and I became friends almost instantly. We shared the same interests as if we were twins. Being neighbours, we spent a lot of time in each other's room, watching TV, playing games and, obviously, talking about chicks. Our tastes were the same even when it came to which kind of woman we liked best. We were both ass men. Tits were nice, but ass was so much better. We were obsessed with anal sex, which was still only a dream, loved blowjobs, and the most important of all: we wanted to feed the bitches who sucked us with our cum. That was so important to us that Logan and I would talk about it every single day. We had several collections of cumpilations stored in our computers. However, to our dismay, no bitch had ever let our jizz go down in their throats.
We have been friends for a year now and the level of our intimacy was so high, we started watching porn together. It was nice to do that, although it took us months to even try. Despite all the initial embarrassment, we had a lot of fun looking for the best scenes and cumming all over our bodies once we were done. Frequently, we'd cum at the same time and, if we didn't, we'd make fun of the other who was still masturbating.
I used to be the one who would cum first. Well, it turned out to be like this. In the beginning, it was Logan who'd cum and then stand up to stop my own cumming. As time passed, it changed. Whenever I came over my body and found him still spanking the monkey, I'd stand up and stay between him and the TV.
"Oh, c'mon. Let me finish." He'd often say.
I'd turn around and shake my ass. I was good at twerking.
"Fuck, dude. Not in the best part." He complained. Logan would try to turn around and still watch the bitches swallowing cum on the TV, but I'd try my best to hide it with my body. I had a lot of fun.
I intended to annoy and stop him from cumming. The first few times I tried that, it worked. He'd dress up and look pissed. But, as it continued, he started to cum even when I was dancing for him. I thought he should be still looking at the TV somehow, or he got his imagination to work. It didn't matter that much to me, though. Even if he could still cum, I know I was being a burden and that was fun.
We got back home after practice one day celebrating a double date we managed to put together after a lot of hard work. Women on the campus were very scarce. We all knew that. The most traditional teachers would make it clear they shouldn't even be there. I couldn't agree. On the contrary, we needed more chicks around. Getting two at the same time then, was like a miracle.
"Dude, we're lucky!" Logan said as he found his way to my couch.
"They said yes. HA!" I laughed. "That's more than luck, my friend. We're just the best."
"I am the best, Tim. You and that little thing between your legs wouldn't get us anywhere."
"Fuck you!" I still laughed. Logan was bigger than me indeed. He told me he had 8 inches. I didn't doubt him. I was 4, almost 5. Three inches are not that much. "It can be smaller, but it does the magic better than yours. I can guarantee that."
He stood up and got a bottle of orange juice I had in the fridge. He drank two full glasses. We used to do that. We would share everything and had no ceremony toward each other. We were like brothers already.
"So, what are we gonna do with these two bitches tonight?" He smiled widely. "We will make them..."
"SWALLOW OUR CUM" we yelled and more laughter.
"Dude, we are hooking up with the two most famous bitches around. They'll definitely swallow." Logan continued.
"I can't believe it. Finally!" I continued celebrating.
"Why are we so obsessed with that?" Logan asked. That was not the first time we made ourselves that question. Now and then, we'd repeat it, just to make sure we were still on the same page.
"You know. That's how we dominate them." I answered.
"And?"
"And how we make them understand the value of cum."
"YES!" Logan leaned against the wall with the glass still in his hand. "That's right! These bitches should learn that cum shouldn't be wasted. It should never see the light. It's made to go from one hole to the other. Dude, it makes me so angry when I see them spit it out."
"Tell me about it. I feel like forcing it back into their mouths."
"You bet." He sat beside me and finished the juice. "You should drink some too. I've heard it makes your cum taste better."
"Who told you that?" I didn't know it was possible to change the taste of cum.
"From Roger and Jean. They were searching for it on the internet. I was thinking about it. It couldn't hurt to give it a try. What do you think?"
I didn't waste time. I opened the fridge and drank the juice up straight from the bottle. Once I was done, I found Logan looking and laughing at me.
"Man, if orange juice makes our cum sweet, we will feed these bitches with syrup tonight."
