Open Wide

"Did you put your mouth on his penis?"

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Did you suck on it?"

"Kind of"

"Did he ejaculate?"

"Maybe . . . I guess so."

"In your mouth?"

"Yes"

"Did you swallow it?"

"I don't know"

"Did you spit it out?"

"No"

"Well, than, I guess you swallowed it, didn't you, Bobbie?"

"Yeah . . . I guess I did." This was getting surreal.

"Did he tell you to do that; to swallow his cum?"

"Uh-huh"

"Did you like it?"

"No . . . I don't know . . . maybe. I mean we were kids. It was exciting. I don't think I really thought about it."

"Did you do it again?"

"Yeah, maybe a couple more times." I was astounded that I was saying these things . . . and to someone I hardly knew.

"How'd that happen?"

"Jesse made me"

"He made you. How'd he do that? Twist your arm? Beat you up?" She queried.

"He just made me . . . he ordered me to and he said he would tell everybody in school I was a queer if I didn't."

"Where'd you do that?"

"Once in the boy's locker room at high school and two or three times at his Aunt's house."

Nicole got this kind of strange smile on her face and said, "So, what does that make you, Baby?"

"I don't know, what?"

"A cum swallowing cocksucker," She laughed hardily and punched me in the shoulder.

"No, no . . . that was it. I never did it again," I said, trying to defend myself and trying to wipe a couple more college experiences out of my mind.

"Never . . . are you sure, Bobbie? You know what they say, 'Once a cocksucker always a . . . '" she let her sentence trail off.

A minute or two passed with Nicole staring down at me from her stool with a knowing smirk. I was stunned at the way this whole conversation was going.