Boys Are Gross (m+g, cons, cum)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary:  Two girls discuss boys




“…Boys are gross,” my cousin Alina commented.

“No shit,” I replied into my phone before asking, “Why would you think I don’t 
already know that?”

“You said being a slut was awesome,” she almost sounded like she was accusing 
me of something.

“It is,” I honestly replied before elaborating, “Lots of orgasms, never having 
to worry about not having a date…”

“Yea, but…” Alina interrupted.

“But what?” I asked.

“They shot all this white goo all over my face…” she complained, “…it got in 
my hair and my ears…”

“Wait, they…” I was finding it hard to believe what my eleven year old cousin 
was telling me.

“…They shot white goo all over my head and face,” she declared.  

“Do you mean to tell me they didn’t put their hot dogs in your slot?” I asked; 
wondering what the heck my younger cousin had done.

“No, they did.  That was great: felt real good,” she began explaining.  

“So…  Well, then…” I found it difficult to find the right words, but managed 
to ask, “How ‘bout you just tell me what you and they did?”

“Right,” I heard my eleven year old cousin take a deep breath before continuing, 
“So, I was at that little beach alongside the pond over in Lincoln Park; and I 
heard this bunch of teenage boys talking about how there is this girl named 
Melody they had all fucked…and how she’s a super-slut…”

“Oh my god: I totally know her,” I interrupted.

“You do?” Alina asked.

“Yea.  She’s a senior, has been in a couple pornos, has had like fifteen 
abortions, and has been with almost every guy in the highschool,” I informed 
my younger cousin.  

“Wow…” she sounded really impressed.

“So what happened after you heard them talking about Melody?” I asked.

“I remembered you saying that boys are more interested in doing sex to girls 
who are bold, so I walked over to them and told them ‘I wanna be a super-slut’,” 
Alina continued, “They gave me this weird look, then a couple of them kinda 
half laughed at me; so I did like you said you did at that pool party, and took 
my bathing suit off.”

“Bet they weren’t laughing once you did that,” I commented.

“Yea, they stopped laughing immediately,” she confirmed, “One of the boys asked 
if I was ‘gonna take all of’ them; I figured that meant ‘have them all do sex 
to me’, so I said ‘hell yea’.”

“That is definitely what they meant.  So far so good,” I concluded.

“Before I knew it all of them where naked,” Alina continued telling her story.

“How many of them were there?” I asked as it dawned on me that my cousin hadn’t 
mentioned how many guys she’d gotten with.

“At that point; seven,” she took a breath before adding, “But two more showed 
up once we started sexing.”

“Not bad,” I earnestly commented.

“Yea…” she agreed; sounding almost giddy, before returning to the story, “Their 
hot dogs were all big and standing up and stuff: it was so cool…”

“I bet,” I agreed, before asking, “Then what happened?”

“So one of the boys kinda led me to a bench and had me get on it on my hands 
and knees,” she told me, “Like a millisecond later another boy was behind me 
sticking his hot-dog into my slot.”

“That’s great,” I commented.

“It was,” Alina’s voice sounded slightly giddy again, “He slid it in-and-out 
of my slot for a while, then groaned something about ‘getting close’ and 
promptly pulled his hot-dog out of my slot then started moving around to the 
side of me.  Before I could even see him, another boy had his hot-dog in my 
slot and was sliding it in-and-out.  Then, when I saw the boy who had first put 
his hot-dog in my slot he was near my face and had his fingers wrapped around 
his hot-dog and was rubbing it real fast.  Before I could ask what he was doing; 
he groaned again and a glob of white goo shot out of the end of his hot-dog…”

“He pulled out?” I questioned; surprised that a guy would do so without having 
the girl tell them to not to shoot their goo in her slot.

“Yea…” Alina’s voice sounded marginally confused.  She took a breath before 
continuing with her story, “It splattered across my face.  I was gonna say 
‘what the hell’, but before I could open my mouth another glob of white goo 
shot out of the end of his hot-dog…”

“Yea, the stuff shoots out kinda rapid-fire,” I confirmed.

“He musta shot out like eight globs of white goo before his hot-dog started 
shrinking.”  She took a breath then continued, “He stepped away, and the second 
boy who’d put his hot-dog in my slot was next to my face; rubbing his hot-dog 
and shooting more globs of white goo on my face and hair…”

“Did all the boys do the same?” I asked.

“Yea, all of ‘em,” Alina answered sounding kinda pissed before adding, “Then 
one of them said I was a mess, and another said it was really ‘hot’.” 

“That is gross,” I commented.

“Yea…but the really gross part is that another of them suggested I leave all 
the white goo on my face and hair so other guys would know how much of a slut I 
am…”  I could practically hear her cringe over the phone.

“So did you?” I asked without even realizing I was speaking.

“No!” Alina adamantly replied before asking, “That super-slut Melody, you ever 
see her walking around with white goo on her face?”

“On her face: no.  Running down her legs: yes; its like a magnet for boys,” I 
honestly answered.

“Can’t believe anyone would like that…” Alina commented before adding, “Boys 
are so gross,” in a cringy tone.