Date: Wed, 02 Apr 2003 19:44:43 -0500
From: Goo Gobbler <googobbler@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reunion In My Mouth

'Reunion In My Mouth'

By Goo Gobbler
googobbler@hotmail.com


	I was sitting at home watching TV, when the phone rang. My wife picked it
up in the other room, and a minute later came into the living room and told
me it was for me. 'Thanks, hon' I said 'I'll get it in the office', and I
walked into my office and picked it up.
	'Hello?'
	'Hey BJ' the voice answered 'this is Bill Thompson'
	I was tongue-tied - I hadn't been called by that nickname for years, and
this was not someone I wanted to hear from again ...

Ever

**********

	Back when I was 14, Bill's family moved into the house across the street.
Bill was 16 at the time, and though he was older, we started hanging out
together, probably mostly because he hadn't met anyone else yet.
	It was early summer, I had just graduated from grammar school, and I was
still learning about sex. Since Bill was somewhat more experienced (compared
to me anyway) and knew about these things, he became my mentor. We spent a
lot of time in his basement hanging out, and he'd always have a porn
magazine or two that he'd get from the bottom of his dad's dresser.
	The great majority of the magazines were full of pictures of women giving
blowjobs, on their knees in front of a guy with a cock planted in their
mouth, or a variety of close-ups of their faces with a cock between their
lips, or of their open mouths filled with cum. I was, of course, fascinated,
and we'd pull down our pants and play with our cocks as we paged thru the
magazines. I asked Bill if he'd ever had a girl do that to him, and he said
'Not yet'

	One day I went over his house, and when I got there he said 'Wait till you
see this' and he pulled out a new magazine. When I looked at the cover,
though, I was totally surprised because instead of the usual photo of a
woman on her knees, there was a photo of what looked like a teenage boy on
his knees blowing another guy.
	'Where did you get this?' I asked
	'Found it in the dumpster behind the supermarket' he said.
	'That's pretty queer, isn't it?' I said
	He didn't say anything for a minute, but then he said 'When older guys like
to suck cock it is, but sometimes kids our age will do it for a friend since
there aren't any girls who'll do anything like that. It's a lot different.
Nobody ever talks about it but it's pretty common'
	We began to go thru the magazine, and there was photo after photo of the
teenage boy sucking off the guy, and he looked like he was enjoying it. We
soon had our pants down and were jerking off as we turned the pages, and
towards the back of the magazine the older guy came, and there were
close-ups of the teenager with his mouth open and full of sticky cum, and
the last pic showed him on his knees with his eyes closed and a cum smeared
cock was between his lips.
	We were both jerking off furiously, and Bill asked 'Would you do that to
me?'
	'No way' I said, and almost immediately he began to groan and shot a huge
glob of cum onto the basement floor, and I did the same a few seconds later.
Nothing more was said, and I went home a few minutes later.
	For the rest of that day, though, I could not get those pictures out of my
mind, the boy with his eyes closed, sucking on a cock with that expression
on his face.

	The next day I was still thinking about it when Bill called and asked if I
felt like coming over - and a few minutes later I was across the street in
his basement.
	'What magazines do you feel like looking at?' he asked.
	'Maybe the same one as yesterday?' I said.
	'Cool' he said, and pulled out that one from under the couch. Before we
even opened it up, though, I already had a hard on ... which Bill
immediately noticed. And he said 'You know, if you did that for me, I'd
never tell anyone - and I can tell you want to'
	'I don't want to' I said, but my raging hard on gave me away 'and besides
I'd have to be crazy to do anything like that, if anyone ever found out my
life would be ruined'
	'It would just be my word against yours, but I wouldn't want anyone to
think I was getting blown, either, that'd ruin my name too.'
	'I don't know' I said - but I did know that I wanted to try it.
	He began turning the pages of the magazine and stroking himself. 'Look at
the expression on his face' he said 'he has to be really enjoying that'
Looking back and forth between the pics in the magazine and Bill's hard cock
I knew I was lost.
	'It'll just be the one time' I said 'OK? And promise you'll never tell
anyone, ever'
	'Just this once' he said 'and I promise'
	I kneeled down on the floor like the kid in the magazine, and Bill came
over to stand right in front of me, his cock a few inches from my mouth. I
opened my mouth and he pushed his cock inside, and I closed my lips around
it and began to suck on his cock head. 'Softer' he said 'that hurts. And
cover your teeth with your lips' He began to slowly move his cock in and out
of my mouth, and I realized I loved it! The soft spongy feel of his warm
cockhead inside of my mouth felt right somehow, as did the feeling of his
shaft moving over my lips.
	As my warm mouth covered his cock, Bill groaned, and he reached down and
held my head in place and began to fuck my mouth. The minute his cockhead
hit my throat, I gagged, started coughing, and almost vomited. I pulled away
and said 'Don't do that or I'll stop'
	'Sorry' he said, and I took his cock back in my mouth and started sucking
again. Bill was moaning a little, and went back to slowly moving his cock a
few inches in and out of my lips and then without any warning at all my
mouth began filling with thick creamy sperm. I instinctively started to pull
my mouth off, but he held my head and said 'Please don't stop' so I stayed
there and let him finish emptying his cock onto my tongue.
	The taste of his cum was different than anything I'd ever tasted before,
but was not unpleasant, sort of musky, salty, and sweet all at once, and
when he finally finished and started getting soft I just swallowed it down
without thinking.
	'Wow, that was great' he said. All of a sudden I came back to reality, as
if from a daze, and was kind of embarrassed about the whole thing - I
couldn't look him in the eye, but he said 'don't worry about it, no one will
ever know. And I could tell you liked it, which is cool since you're going
to be blowing me a lot'
	'It was just that one time' I said, but he replied
	'I don't think so - not if you want me to keep it a secret'
	'But you promised...' I started to say, and he came back with
	'And I will keep my promise - as long as you keep me happy'

	The reality hit me, and I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

**********

	After a few moments of silence, I said into the phone 'Bill. How are you'
in an unenthusiastic tone.
	'I'm OK' he said 'been a long time'
	'It has to be twenty years' I replied.
	'Well, I'm back in town visiting, and you're the first person I thought of.
To this day I've never had a blowjob as good as the ones you used to give
me'
	'Bill, I don't do that anymore. I never did it again once I went away to
college, and I got married. All that is in the past'
	'Well, the past has a way of repeating itself' he said with a chuckle.

**********

	Sucking Bill's dick became a large part of my life. My name is Robert John
but I was called Bobby back then - but the only thing he ever called me
after that, in private, was BJ. He was always horny, and for the rest of the
summer it seemed like we did little else.
	He'd come get me every morning and we'd go over his basement and I'd suck
his dick and swallow his cum.
	Some days we'd take a bus to go fishing and once we'd get there I'd suck
his dick in the woods and swallow his cum.
	On the bus ride to the fishing hole, if the bus wasn't too crowded we'd sit
in the back of the bus and I'd suck his dick and swallow his cum there.
	We'd go bowling, and when I went to the bathroom he'd follow me in, pull me
into a stall and I'd sit on the toilet seat to suck his dick and swallow his
cum.
	If we went canoeing I'd suck his dick and swallow his cum on the bus ride
there, then a few hours later suck his dick and swallow his cum again in the
canoe, and sometimes even suck his dick and swallow his cum again on the bus
ride home. 	We'd go swimming at a public lake, and on the bus ride there,
and again in the changing booths I'd suck his dick and swallow his cum.
	And the lake itself was muddy and opaque so we'd go out to where we were
standing up to our necks in the water, and I'd take deep breaths and drop to
my knees under the surface and suck his dick till I ran out of air, and keep
repeating it, while other bathers stood a few dozen feet away. I wasn't able
to suck him off till he came there, though, so after awhile he'd begin to
jerk off under water while I stood facing him, and just before he was ready
to shoot he'd say 'Now' and I'd take a deep breath and go under the water
and take his load of cum into my mouth. And then I'd surface with my mouth
closed, and I'd show him the cum in my mouth before I swallowed it down.
	And in the evenings, after it got dark, I'd blow him everywhere.
	He'd shoot his load of cum in my mouth behind the garage, behind some
bushes as we were walking down the street somewhere, in the park on the ball
field bleachers, as I kneeled on the pitchers mound.
	In the playground, I'd sit on a swing and he'd stand facing me, holding
onto the chains as I sucked him off.
	I'd blow him on the monkey bars and in the sandbox, and a few times I even
sucked him off in the climbing tree.
	We were both obsessed, him with shooting his load into my mouth, and me
with swallowing his load. In the beginning I tried to get him to return the
favor, or even to just jerk me off, but he wouldn't, so instead I would jerk
myself off as I sucked him, and I got to the point where I would shoot my
load seconds after the taste of his cum hit my tongue.
	As the summer went on I perfected my sucking technique and knew exactly
what he liked and what would get him off the quickest. His favorite though
was what he called a soft blowjob, where I would take him inside my mouth
and very gently suck on his cockhead, using my tongue to lick the end at the
same time, and I'd slowly and wetly move my hot mouth up and down his shaft
while softly stroking his balls with whatever fingers I wasn't jerking
myself off with until he'd moan and then I'd move my lips back till they
were just encircling the end and keep licking as he unloaded his hot sticky
juices into my mouth and I'd swallow them down.
	And while I still couldn't take a hard face fucking without gagging, I had
learned to take his cock an inch or two into my throat on the down strokes,
and sometimes when I knew he was ready I'd slowly move my lips all the way
down to his pubic hair and take his load of cum directly into my throat.

	Summer was finally over, though, and we were both off to high school, him
into his junior year and me into my freshman year. Things slowed down a lot
then, he met a crowd of kids his age and started hanging around with them,
and vacation over, my friends were all back and life somewhat returned to
normal... to a degree.
	I still sucked him off on a fairly regular basis, sometimes after school in
his basement, sometimes on weekends, and sometimes I'd meet him in the
backyard at night for a blowjob behind the garage.

Then things changed again, and this time dramatically.

**********

	'Bill, I don't do that anymore' I protested into the phone.
	'Never say never' he replied 'I'm sure you wouldn't want the wife to hear
about those old days'
	I was stunned into silence.... I didn't know what to say, but I knew he had
me.
	'You know that my 20th High school reunion is this Saturday night?' he said
	'No, I didn't realize that' I replied.
	'Well, most of old crowd will be back for that, and I talked them into
having a little private reunion since we're all here. And of course the
reunion wouldn't be complete without you and your hot little mouth'

**********

	It was a few months after school had started back, and Bill stopped by one
Saturday afternoon. 'What are you doing tonight?' he asked 'None of the
crowd is around and I was wondering if you felt like stopping over. I fixed
up the basement a little today, so we can hang out down there'
	'OK' I said 'sounds good'
	'Why don't you stop over around 8 ... see you then' he said, and left.
	After dinner I watched a little TV, and then told my parents I was going
across the street to Bill's for a while, and went out. Bill's basement door
was open so I walked down the stairs and was a little surprised. He had
fixed up the room; he'd added a second couch, and a very large round table
with folding chairs. And he had brought down an old TV, an old carpet was on
the concrete floor, shades were over the windows, and there was a floor
length curtain separating his section of the basement from the storage area.
	Bill was sitting on the couch, and said 'Hey, what do you think?'
	'Looks good' I said.
	'And the door locks' he said with a grin as he walked up the stairs and
threw a bolt.
	'I'm so horny' he said, as he opened his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and
pulled his zipper down. He dropped his jeans to the floor, and as usual, I
opened my pants to let my cock out and dropped to my knees as he pulled down
his jockeys and stepped over to put his cock near my mouth.
	'Mmmm' I said as I took him into my mouth and began giving him the soft
blowjob he loved. I gently sucked and licked the head of his cock and then
began to move my lips up and down his shaft, as I stroked his balls with my
left hand and jerked my own cock with my right. As his precum started to
drip onto my tongue I moaned a little at the taste, and he moaned at the
same time. He began to slowly fuck my mouth, and I kept my head in one
position as cock moved in and out of my lips, and within a few minutes he
said 'I'm going to shoot my load of cum in your mouth' and I said 'Mmmmm'
and started sucking furiously as he blasted my mouth with a grunt, and I
sucked him dry of every last drop till he got soft, and then swallowed it
all down as I jerked my own cock.
	But before I could give my cock the last few pulls I needed, I heard
'Unbelievable!' and turned around to see a bunch of guys walk out from
behind the curtain - where they'd apparently watched the whole thing.
	I recognized some of them, Mike and Tony, the brothers from down the
street, and John from around the corner, and there were two other guys I
didn't know.
	'And did you hear him moan when he was drinking that cum?' Mike said.
	'He always does that' said Bill 'he's a born cocksucker'
	I didn't know what to do, so I jumped up and started to run up the stairs -
but before I was halfway up Bill said 'I wouldn't do that if I were you'
	'Why not, everyone knows now, my life is ruined' I sobbed, then sat down
and started crying.
	'Not everyone' he said 'just us. And it won't go any further if you don't
want it to.'
	I sat there for a minute and the tears stopped. I knew I was screwed, and I
was now going to have to blow all these guys. But what choice did I have?
	One of the guys I didn't know said 'Come get on your knees, I've got
something for you' and dropped his pants, exposing his already hard cock. I
was totally humiliated, but when I saw his cock I couldn't take my eyes off
it. Even though I'd been blowing Bill for months now, his was the only cock
I'd seen. This guy (whose name turned out to be Tom) had a slightly larger
cock than Bill, maybe 7 inches compared to Bill's 6 inches, and resigning
myself I walked over and kneeled before him in front of the 5 other guys.
	'Take it in your mouth' he said, and I began sucking on and licking his
cockhead, and he let out a soft groan as I began to move my mouth along his
shaft.
	'Look at that' I heard a voice say.
	'He looks like he loves sucking cock' said another.
	I couldn't help myself from moaning as the precum hit my tongue, and even
though it was the worst day of my life, I was totally turned on having an
audience watching me degrade myself, and within a few moments Tom reached
down and held my head as he pushed into my throat and said 'Take my cum
cocksucker' as he spurted right into my throat. I started gulping it down so
I wouldn't choke, and for a moment there was silence in the room as he
finished draining his balls into my throat. 	When he pulled out and stepped
back I saw that the other guys had been slumped back on the couches with
their pants down, watching me blow Tom as they fondled their hard dicks.
	'I've got a hot load for you next, cocksucker' yelled Mike, so I crawled
over to where he was and leaned over his lap and started sucking him off. My
hot mouth moving over his pole did the trick quickly, and when he groaned I
moved my lips out to the end as he began to fill my mouth with his goo, and
he said 'Don't swallow it till I tell you', so I kept my mouth on his cock
as his thick ropy cum kept pumping in. Then he said 'OK, you can swallow',
and I did, as they all looked at my throat moving as the cum slid down
towards my belly.
	'Gross' I heard someone say, and a few other comments, but the other guys
were saying 'Me next', so I crawled along the couches and sucked off and
swallowed the juices from Tony, John, and finally on to the other guy whose
name I didn't know (Jim).
	I had not touched my own cock since I knew that once I shot my own load
having my mouth filled with cum before I could get horny again was totally
disgusting, but since Jim was the last I slid my pants down before taking
his cock in my mouth, and as I was blowing him I was also stroking myself -
and when he held my head in place and thrust into my mouth and spurted, I
took 2 quick strokes and heard 'Not on the carpet!' - so I held my hand open
and jerked off into my palm as my mouth filled with Jim's cum.
	I was really drained after that and went to get up to find a tissue to dump
my handful of cum in. But before I could get to my feet, Bill said 'Slurp
down your own load'
	I said 'No', but he said 'Do it!', and knowing I really didn't have a
choice I brought my hand up to my mouth, licked up the small pool of cum,
and swallowed it - and it was disgusting.
	Now that it was all over, I could not look anyone in the eye, and I pulled
up my pants and started to leave, feeling totally degraded. But as I was
heading up the stairs I heard 'Hope you liked it as much as we all did....
because you're going to be sucking a lot of cock from now on'

**********

	'Bill, please' I said 'I can't. Those days are over forever; I have a
different life now.
	'Calm down' he replied 'It'll just be a nice little reunion party. There
are only going to be the old crowd, and no one, especially your wife, is
ever going to hear about it. Besides, I can't believe you haven't missed it
... back in those days you could never get enough'

**********

	The next couple of years of my life were filled with cocks and cum. All
through high school, whenever any of the guys wanted relief they used my
mouth.... and there was nothing I could do except comply. The amazing thing
is that word never did get out to the rest of the school, but the group grew
as the years went on, and at one point there were 12 guys I was blowing
pretty much whenever they wanted me to.
	And boys of high school age are always horny, so on a really busy day I was
sucking them all off multiple times. In the beginning some of the guys were
really forceful about it, trying to get me to suck them off in the boys room
at school and elsewhere on the school grounds. But knowing I'd eventually be
caught if I gave in to that I had nothing to lose so I refused, and won that
concession, and I also refused to allow anyone in my house.
	And most of the guys were physically forceful at the start, and would try
to hold my head in place as they roughly fucked my mouth. But that only
lasted till I threw up all over Tom's pants one day. After that they stepped
back, and learned to enjoy the soft blowjobs as Bill had, and realized I'd
take them into my throat anyway if they didn't force it.
	I have to admit, though, that I did like sucking the guys off most of the
time, there was an excitement to it that I can't explain, and no matter what
else my dick always got hard when the taste of their cum filled my mouth as
they groaned.

	On weekdays, some of the local guys would pick me up for school and I'd
blow them in the car and it was a rare homeroom where I wasn't sitting there
with a strong taste of cum in my mouth.
	After school, someone always had a car, and we'd all get in and drive
around as I kneeled on the floorboards with my face in someone's lap
drinking cum.
	After dinner in warm weather I'd meet some of them in the park at the ball
field bleachers and I'd sit on a bleacher footboard facing backwards as they
took turns getting serviced by my mouth. And when the weather got cooler,
we'd just drive around with me on the floorboards.

	Friday night was always the big night, though. Bill always had a poker game
in his basement at the big table, and there eventually were as many as 12
guys who'd be in the game. They'd have me stay under the table as they
played cards and I'd go back and forth on my knees sucking off whatever
cocks were exposed for me, drinking mouthful after mouthful of cum as the
night went on. And by the time I'd sucked off the last cock, the first guy
I'd blown was ready for another one, and when I'd sucked off the last cock
for the second time, the first cock was usually ready for a third blowjob,
and by the end of many of these nights my belly would be full.

	On the weekends, I'd sometimes get a day when they'd mostly leave me alone
except for a few single blowjobs here and there, but when the weather was
nice everyone would go camping over Saturday night. We'd always go to a
remote spot, and they'd give me a folding three-legged stool that I could
sit on and service whoever wanted to use my mouth. There wasn't a whole lot
to do on these weekends, so the guys would sit around, eat, and fuck my
mouth from the time they woke up till they started falling asleep late into
the night.
	On one weekend in particular we'd gone with a full group of 12 plus me, and
when we finished setting up and Mike and Tony went to find water they
discovered that another, larger, group of guys had set up camp just over the
hill. Nice guys that they were, they invited them back to our camp and that
weekend I'd had to suck off 31 different guys, for 2 days, whenever they
wanted.
	For most of the weekend there was a cock in my mouth, and as soon as
whomever I was blowing blasted his goo onto my tongue or in my throat and
pulled out, there was another cock right behind that one. I lost track after
awhile but over the weekend with the 31 guys taking turns I must've
swallowed a couple hundred loads of cum and before we headed home I got a
little sick and threw up. There must've been a quart of thick white liquid
that came up, and 2 of the guys who saw how much I'd swallowed got sick and
threw up themselves at the thought.

**********

	'Except for that one camping trip' Bill said, and started laughing 'you set
records there, BJ, you drank so much cum you were actually full'
	I didn't know what to say to that, but that one wasn't a good memory.
	'Anyway, this coming Saturday is the 20th high school reunion itself. We've
rented a suite at the local Holiday Inn on Friday for the private reunion.
Be there by around 3 PM, and tell the wife you'll be home late'
	'I can't' I said 'I have to work and my son has a football game afterwards'
	'I'm sure it'll be easier to arrange to get out of work early and make an
excuse to your son than it would be to explain how his father used to be the
neighborhood cocksucker' he said

**********

	For the first 2 years of high school I was their cocksucker. I was always
around waiting for someone to use my mouth, but I was never part of the
crowd. No one ever really talked to me much except to say 'suck my cock',
'swallow my cum', 'blow me', or something similar, and I was always
addressed as BJ.
	I was just a mouth to fuck, a throat to empty their balls into, a warm
place to stick their cock. I sucked whoever wanted it just about wherever
and whenever they wanted it.
	But, I really didn't mind most of the time, and in many ways I grew to love
it. There was always an excitement about having a hard cock moving back and
forth against my lips as I sucked and licked, and no matter how many times I
did it, feeling that warm splash inside my mouth as someone spurted their
load of cum for me, and tasting that musky, salty taste as my tongue and
teeth got sticky, and finally feeling the heat slide down my throat as I
swallowed their juices.
	By my junior year all of those guys had graduated, some went away to
college, and some got involved with girlfriends or other things, and the
crowd was back down to a half dozen that I was till sucking off regularly,
and the poker game was still on every Friday night. And by my senior year
only a few were left, and my life was almost back to normal except for the
occasional blowjob from the remaining guys, and I started going out with
girls on a regular basis. After high school I went away to college, met a
girl and fell in love, and when I returned home after graduation I got
married, had children, and lived the normal life. And my cocksucking days
were just a memory that I mostly didn't think about.

Until Bill called talking about a reunion.

**********

	I realized that no matter what I said, I didn't have a choice.
	'OK, I'll be there' I said 'You have me over a barrel'
	'See you then - and you might want to bring kneepads' Bill laughed, and
hung up.
	I put down the phone as my wife walked into my office.
	'What's the matter?' she asked 'You look like you've seen a ghost'
	'Nothing really, hon' I lied 'It must be something I ate at lunch today'
	'Who was that on the phone?' she asked.
	'An old friend from years ago' I said 'his 20th reunion is this Saturday,
and he's arranged a small get together on Friday for the local neighborhood
guys and invited me'
	'Well, I'll cover the football game for you if you'd like to go' she said
'You should go, I'm sure it'll be fun'

	Little did she know...

**********

	The rest of the week went by in a daze. I arranged to get Friday afternoon
off from work, and at lunchtime I took off, went home and took a short nap,
and went over to the hotel. Entering the lobby I saw a sign for a '20th pre
reunion get together' and followed the signs to Suite 200. The door was
unlocked, and I walked in and found myself in a small reception room. It was
empty, so I walked thru the door to the right and found myself in what
looked like a large living room filled with couches - and Bill was standing
there, talking to one of the hotel employees. I stood in the doorway till
they were done, and Bill walked over with a smile and said 'BJ, good to see
you' I winced a little at the nickname, but he offered his hand and I took
it. 'Everyone should be here shortly, so make yourself a drink' he said,
gesturing towards a bar in the corner.
	'I wish I could say it's good to see you, and to be here' I said 'but it's
not', and I walked over and poured myself a soda.
	'Relax' he said 'It'll be like old times'
	'But not especially good times for me' I said, and took a seat. I heard the
outer door open and Bill went out into the reception area. I heard loud
voices, and the door opening again a few times, and about 15 minutes later I
looked up to see faces from the past. The old crowd walked into the room,
Bill first, and after him Tony and Mike, Tom, Jim, John, the original crew,
followed by the rest of the poker crowd - Ed, Mark, and 5 of the others ...
The full dozen.
	I was honestly feeling very uncomfortable and somewhat shamed, and Bill
added to that by saying to the group 'and I even got BJ out - what would a
reunion be without his mouth', and they all started laughing.
	'BJ, take your clothes off and get comfortable' Bill said, locking the door
to the inner room 'the whole group is here so lets all have some fun'
	Knowing arguing would be futile, I began to strip and soon was nude and
feeling very uncomfortable - and then I heard 'OK, BJ, on your knees like
the old days'
	Bill came over and pushed down on my shoulder and I did drop to a kneeling
position, and standing in front of me Bill dropped his pants and jockeys and
I found myself going back in time. It was 20 years later, I was a grown man,
a husband, a father, but at that moment I was still the 14 year old boy on
his knees with a cock in front of my face.
	Bill said 'Open up, cocksucker' and pushed his cock against my closed lips,
and for the first time in my adulthood I opened my mouth and his cock slid
in. As much as I'd been telling myself how horrible this was going to be,
the second his warm cock slid into my mouth my dick got hard as a rock and a
small moan involuntarily escaped.
	'Unbelievable' I heard a voice say 'he still loves being a cock slave, even
after all these years'

	After all those years, all the old feelings came back for me, and I began
to lick and suck on Bill's cockhead, and then slid my lips up to his pubic
hairs, and back out. Bill groaned, and I laid into my old 'soft blowjob'
routine, slowly taking his cock into my throat and back out, with my tongue
lapping against his cock. The first few drops of precum slid out and I
moaned again, and increased the suction and tongue action, and then I felt
that familiar tremor go thru Bill as I felt his hot cum splatter against my
tonsils.
	I heard a click and saw a flash through my closed eyelids and thought 'oh
shit' but his cum was still flowing onto my tongue so I kept nursing on his
dick till his balls were drained, and as he got soft I swallowed down his
juices and the taste in my mouth and throat was better than I'd remembered.
	He pulled back, and I opened my eyes, somewhat dazed, and heard someone say
'Great picture! We should've done that years ago' Bill was now holding the
Polaroid camera to get the rest, and I said 'No, you can't do that!'
	'We already did, BJ' Bill smiled 'what are a few more?'
	And before I could protest another cock was in my face, and resignedly I
opened my mouth as the cock slid into my cum slickened mouth. I stayed on my
knees blowing everyone, taking one cock after another into my mouth and
sucked, licked, and otherwise coaxed the last drop of cum out of everyone's
balls as Bill stood there taking picture after picture.
	I'd truly blocked it all from my mind over the past years, but as load
after load of hot sticky cum filled my mouth and throat it all came back,
and I was really getting into it. I was again being treated like a mouth
whore and I loved it, and before I realized it I'd swallowed my last load.
	I looked up, waiting for seconds, but the guys were now in their late
thirties and it didn't work that way anymore. Mike and Tony, who were always
the horniest of the group, did feed me their cocks again, though their loads
were considerable smaller the second time around, but then everyone was
sitting on the couches and recuperating.
	I looked at the clock and it was only 6 PM. Hoping I could leave, I stood
up and got dressed and no one said a word. But when I started walking
towards the door, Bill said 'Don't even think about it, the evening has
barely started. And weirdly enough, I was glad to hear that and sat down in
an armchair to relax. And a few minutes later the hotel staff brought in a
cart with some food and we all grabbed something to eat. But when I went to
fill a plate Bill said 'Stick to the salad - trust me', and grinned.

**********

	As we were eating, Bill said 'I really haven't told you the whole story
yet. All of us got in touch with everyone we know who's going to be coming
to the reunion tomorrow, and invited them here tonight - for a party and a
show. There are 300 couples registered for the reunion tomorrow, and around
150 to 200 of the guys are going to be coming over tonight.
	'If you think I'm going to expose myself to everyone you're out of your
mind!' I shouted.
	'Settle down' he said 'you won't be exposing anything - but you will get
full'

	And everyone laughed out loud at that.

**********

	Bill said 'Follow me' and we walked out to the reception room. I hadn't
noticed before, but there was another door across from us, and we opened it
and went in. This was actually the main reception room, and was huge. At one
end was a small stage, with speakers on each side, and a large projection
screen TV hanging from the ceiling. The left of the stage was what looked
like a curtained dressing area in the corner.
	On the left wall, next to the dressing area, there was a makeshift bar set
up. The liquor was against the back wall, as were a few smaller TV's. But
the bar itself was a 12' long table at standard bar height - with a floor
length draped tablecloth tack to all sides of it, and one side of the table
was right against the dressing area curtain. The rest of the room consisted
of rows of folding chairs facing the stage.
	Bill said 'We've hired two girls to dance and put on a show - and we'll be
showing non-stop porn movies on all the TV screens all the time. But we're
also telling everyone that we've hired another hooker who's going to be
under the bar table, blowing anyone who wants, for $5 - and no one will know
it, but that hooker is going to be you'
	'No fucking way!' I said 'there's no way I'm going to do that, and no way
I'd get away with it'
	'Way' he said 'First of all, if you don't the pictures we took this
afternoon will be laid out across the bar - I'm sure someone will recognize
you. And second of all, it's going to be dark in here - and with a little
lipstick and nail polish even if someone sees your hands or mouth they'll
never know.'
	He walked over to the bar, and I saw that at the right end there was a 6"
slit in the draped tablecloth which a guy could stick his cock and balls
thru, and you wouldn't be able to see a thing. Guys could line up at the bar
and have a drink while they waited their turn to move down to that spot and
get sucked off - and even standing in the open no one would be able to
really see anything, except maybe the guy twitching as he blew his load.
	It didn't look like I had any options at all. Bill told me 'Why don't you
step behind the curtains and have a seat. The girls will be here soon, and
they'll help you with the nail polish and the lipstick. And shortly after
people will start showing up.

	'Besides, you know you're going to love it' he said with a grin.

**********

	I went behind the curtains, and sat in one of the chairs there and brooded
a little. This was getting completely out of hand - but I was stuck. A
little while later the 2 dancers showed up and came back into the area to
change. They were both really cute, one blonde and one brunette, and after
they changed into G-strings and heels they came over to me. 'Hey' the blonde
said 'let's get some nail polish on you and some lipstick' I was totally
embarrassed as I sat there while she brushed red nail polish on me, but she
started asking me questions
	'So, you're a fag?' she said
	'Not really' I replied 'I'm married for years'
	'But you're going to suck all them dicks tonight?
	'I'm more or less being blackmailed' I said 'It's a long story'
	'Well, I got nothing against fags anyway - I just don't know how anybody
could suck that many dicks in a row - it'd make me lose my lunch' she said
	I stayed silent; there was really nothing to say. She finished the nail
polish, and started putting red lipstick on me. And when she was done, she
said 'Well, I'd just spit it out, if I were you - they won't know the
difference'
	'Thanks for the advice' I said, and I leaned back and waited.

**********

	I was sitting there feeling kind of foolish with the nail polish and
lipstick on, and I could hear the big room filling up, lots of talking.
After awhile the main lights dimmed a little and it got quiet, and then I
heard Bill Thompson say 'Nice to see you all' and there was applause for a
few seconds 'I'm glad you all could make it, and tonight should be a fun
night.
	We have a couple of girls who are going to come up here in a few minutes to
dance and eventually put on a show with each other' more applause 'and we're
going to have nonstop movies going on all the screens for your viewing
pleasure. And, last, but not least, we've managed to get a girl to work the
bar for your pleasure also' big applause at that 'so if anyone's interested
just go over to the bar at my right, the girl will be under the right side
of the table and the line forms to the left - and we got a reduced rate of
$5 each, just push the bill thru the slit before placing yourself thru' loud
cheering 'So all of you have a great time'
	There was loud applause, and the music started up thru the speakers. A
minute later Bill stuck his head thru the curtain and said 'BJ, you're up,
have a blast' He grinned and left. Resignedly, I got up and slid thru the
curtain and under the bar. I kneeled there for a few seconds letting my eyes
get adjusted, and then I saw to my left there was a $5 bill sticking thru
the slit. I kneeled facing the slit, took the money and laid it on the
floor, and a cock and balls pushed thru the cloth.
	Still soft, I took it in my mouth and started softly licking and sucking
it, and it quickly grew to over 6", and then I began to move my lips up and
down his shaft and rubbed his balls with my fingertips. As usual, my own
dick had a life of it's own and strained against my pants, and though I'd
been dreading this I was now turned on, as always, and began to make love to
the cock with my mouth. Within a few minutes he pushed forward against the
material and my mouth began filling with hot cum. I drank it down as I was
being fed, and it was soon pulled back, and seconds later a second cock came
thru the cloth.
	This one was already hard, not long but wide with a pronounced head, and my
cum slickened mouth was quickly slipped around it, and I began coaxing the
cum out with my lips, tongue, and suction, and hand. And again my mouth was
rewarded by a large spurt hitting my tonsils, followed by 2 smaller spurts
and a steady flow as he emptied his balls onto my tongue.
	I hadn't expected it, but after all those years of denying myself I was
loving it. All my old techniques came back, and just like the old days I was
able to sense within a few seconds exactly what each individual cock needed
to quickly relieve itself. As I kneeled under the bar, facing the
tablecloth, cock after cock came thru the slit looking for relief, and I
took one cock after another into my mouth and depending on what was needed I
licked, sucked, stroked, deep throated, and fondled, using my lips, tongue,
mouth, fingers, and throat until the cum spurted against my tonsils or
flowed onto my tongue.
	Cum filled my mouth, sometimes thick and ropy, and sometimes thin and
watery, but always hot and delicious whether musky, salty, sweet, or even
bitter, and I swallowed it all, at times drinking it right down as I was
fed, other times swirling it around before gulping, and many times taking
the blast directly down my throat.
	The show on the stage must have been getting hot, because the cocks all
started coming thru the slit rock hard and most weren't in my hot cum coated
mouth more than seconds before they'd erupt, and it was taking me longer to
drink down their juices than it was taking to make them ejaculate. I had a
constant warmth in my throat as the goo slid down into my stomach, and the
pile of $5 bills was steadily growing.
	I needed to pee badly, but there was no way to get out to a bathroom
without being spotted, so I held it in and it was getting painful. But
eventually the music stopped and the lights came on, and just as someone
spurted directly into my throat I heard Bill Thompson say 'OK, everyone,
listen up. We're going to take a break for a short while and give the girls
a rest - especially the one under the bar' and I heard cheers and catcalls
'So settle down for a little bit, and we'll soon start the show again'
	I slipped out from under the table into the dressing area and looked at
myself in the mirror. My lips were very swollen and red, and there was a few
small globs of cum hanging off my chin, so I rubbed it off with my fingers,
licked them clean, and ran a comb thru my hair. There was a door I hadn't
noticed before, and I opened it and found myself in a hallway, and seeing a
men's room down the hall I headed there for a much needed pee. There were a
few guys in there, but I went right to the urinal and emptied my bladder.
And as I was peeing I listened to them talking about the blowjobs they'd
gotten under the bar, and thought to myself 'If they only knew'

	After washing my face I headed back into the dressing area, and found the 2
dancers sitting there relaxing. When I walked in, the one who'd helped me
with my makeup earlier said 'You been spitting like I told you to?'
	I must have blushed because she said 'You been swallowing all that! You
must have a belly full by now, there had to be a hundred guys at the bar so
far' I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there, and a few minutes later
Bill walked into the area.
	'B.J., having fun?' he asked with a smile.
	'Not really' I said, not really meaning it.
	'Aw, too bad' he said facetiously 'How about a blowjob for me right here
... for old times'
	'Not with the girls here' I said
	'They know what you've been doing, so lets put on a show for them instead
of the other way around'.
	He opened his pants, released his cock, and walked over to stick it in my
face. For some reason I felt really strange with the girls watching, even
though I'd sucked many cocks over the years with an audience, but when he
pushed his cock against my lips I opened my mouth and took him in. I began
to lick his cockhead and got some suction going, and he quickly got hard,
and started moving my lips in and out along his shaft. I saw the girls
staring from the corner of my eyes, and the next thing I knew Bill reached
down and grabbed onto my head and began to forcefully start fucking my
mouth. Normally I'd have started gagging but my throat was pretty loose by
this point so I relaxed and kept some suction going as his cock kept pumping
in and out of my throat, and his balls were slapping forcefully against my
chin every time he thrust. Then he pushed as far in as he could and grunted,
keeping his cock inside my throat as he shot his load into my gullet, and I
could feel the heat of his juices inside me as they flowed directly down
towards my stomach.
	After he was finally drained, he pulled out, and said 'Thanks, cocksucker'
and zipped himself up 'You're back under the table in a few minutes so be
ready', and he walked out of the area.
	The dancers had been silent during this whole face fucking, but finally the
one said 'You know, I've sucked a good amount of dick myself over the years,
but I never saw anyone who was able to get throat fucked like that without
even gagging before'
	'I'm used to it, I guess' I said.
	'I guess you are' she replied 'but it's still disgusting'
	I blushed, and the lights dimmed as I heard Bill again on the stage talking
'OK, guys, here we go again. It's now 11PM, and the show's on till 2, so we
have some fun left.'

	I slipped back thru the curtains and under the bar, to find a $5 bill
sticking thru the slit, followed by a cock, hard and waiting for my mouth. I
complied, and was soon rewarded with a hot mouthful of cum, which slid down
my throat warmly. It was as busy as it'd been earlier, and cock after cock
came thru the slit and into my waiting mouth, and I quickly took them in,
one after another, and nursed them to orgasm. My jaw muscles were getting a
little tired, especially on the thicker ones, but I ignored it as the sticky
goo kept flooding my mouth from one guy after another draining their balls
into my mouth and throat.
	I'd completely lost track of numbers, but the pile of bills was getting
high on the floor, and I was, quite honestly, starting to get full. The
collective cum had finally reached a point where my stomach was starting to
feel uncomfortably full and was aching slightly, and there seemed to be no
letup as the cocks just kept appearing through the slit.
	But just as I was reaching a point where I knew I'd have no choice but to
start spitting, the lights came on, and I heard Bill again talking 'I want
to thank you all for coming tonight. I hope you all had a good time, and I
know I will see most of you tomorrow at the reunion. First, let's hear it
for the dancing girls' and there was a loud applause as all the guys shouted
and cheered.
	'And finally, let's hear it for the slut under the table - I believe she
might have set records tonight. And I hope you all enjoyed her mouth' and
the cheering got even louder.
	But the next thing I knew, the tablecloth was yanked away from the bar, and
I found myself kneeling in the open, with cum dripping down my chin. I was
in shock as people started yelling.
	'Geez, that was a guy blowing us?'
	'No fucking way!'
	'A Faggot!'
	But, it was still fairly dark under the bar and I got my wits about me and
quickly ducked through the curtain, and was out the door and into the
bathroom in seconds. I went into a toilet stall and sat there, and felt
completely degraded. A few minutes later, I heard someone come in, and
Bill's voice said 'BJ, are you in there'
	'Why did you do that to me?' I yelled 'what did I do to deserve that?'
	'Don't worry, dude, no one knew it was you - I knew it'd still be dark
enough under the table. But we did get a rise out of the crowd.' he chuckled
'come on back in, get your money, everyone's gone'
I reluctantly left the stall, and when I got back to the room it was empty
with just Bill following me in.
	I walked over to the bar area and began to pile up the bills and count
them. Amazingly, there was a little over $1000 there, which meant I'd sucked
off over 200 guys during the evening ... no wonder my stomach hurt.

	But, all of a sudden it all hit me, I'd been avoiding thinking about it,
but suddenly I felt ashamed and as low as I'd ever felt. I'd tried to
convince myself over the years that sucking cock was just something I'd had
to do once, and that I'd never liked doing it - but after this evening I
knew that even though I'd been blackmailed, I'd loved every minute of it.
I stuck the bills in my pocket, and headed towards the door to leave, when
Bill said 'I'll give you a call dude, and let you know when we're going to
have the next reunion in you mouth'

	I walked out of the room without responding, my mouth still coated with
cum, my teeth sticky, my belly sloshing as I walked, and the strong cum
taste still filling all my senses, but the only thing I was thinking about
was 'Where am I going to find enough cocks to suck off until that next
reunion comes around?'


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