I'm Doug, a high school kid enjoying the discovery of girls. I go to a mixed high school, with a nice blend of white, blacks, latino's and asians. They are all different but I'm absolutely fascinated by the girls. I'm just beginning to date, but trying to make friends with girls of all races. So far it's just been a little kissing in the hallways after school, but I hope to take it to the next level soon.

One day Marsha, a full-figured pretty black girl invited me to have lunch with her – alone. That was significant because when their friends are there all that happens is boring girl-talk, but alone with her things could get interesting. I called Marsha full-figured not because she is fat, but she is quite buxom, and has a nicely rounded ass that so many black girls have. I often admired her ass when she walked ahead of me in the hallways – she had an ass I'd be willing to kiss!

Throughout the rest of the morning I could think of nothing but Marsha, and had to stay in my seat for a couple of minutes when the lunch bell rang because I didn't want my erection to show. Finally, I was able to get up and walked down to the cafeteria, where Marsha was waiting for me. We got our lunches and found a small table. "I noticed that you aren't like most of the other white boys," she began, "You aren't afraid to date a non-white girl."

"I think all girls are pretty great," I affirmed, "But haven't really been on a date yet – but hope that changes soon."

"It just might," responded Marsha, smiling broadly.

Encouraged by Marsha, I said, "I'd love to take you out."

"I hear that you are a really good kisser," she said, "But you can't believe everything you hear – I like to see for myself."

"I'd be glad to satisfy your curiosity," I said.

After lunch Marsha asked me to come with her. I followed her down the hall, away from the cafeteria and into the music wing. We went into an empty classroom and she turned to me and said, "We'll be okay here for a few minutes," and put her arms around my neck. I didn't need an engraved invitation and immediately brought my lips to hers. Her thick lips felt different than other girls, and I delighted in making such discoveries.

Then her lips parted and out tongues explored each other's mouths. Marsha lowered one of her arms and squeezed my cock through my pants. I gasped in joy and she said, "I can tell you're glad to see me!"

"Very glad!" I agreed.

"I'll bet your other oral abilities are just as good," she said with a broad grin, "Why don't you come to my home after school? My parents won't be home until six, and we'll have plenty of time to explore your skills."

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and I quickly agreed, kissing Marsha once more before we left for our classes.

I was hard the rest of the afternoon, and had to hold my books in front of me when I walked to my other classes.

At the end of the day I met Marsha outside and we walked to her place. I was still hard, but now didn't mind that she saw, which she noticed right away. As we walked she would reach over and squeeze my cock from time to time – a really friendly gesture!

"Doug," Marsha said, "I'm sure you are anxious to cum, but I hope you will be interested in taking care of me. Most boys just cum right away and are on their way – promise me you aren't like that."

I assured her that I wasn't, but the truth was that I had never cum with a girl before, and I felt like I could cum at any moment. If I did, I would just have to make sure I took care of Marsha too.

We arrived at Marsha's and went inside. We put down our book bags and kissed again, but this time Marsha held tightly on my cock the entire time. After the kiss she said, "Okay, lets test some of your other oral skills."

We sat on the couch and Marsha unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra, exposing her ample tits. The nipples were amazingly large and nearly hard. I didn't know that nipples got hard, but was glad to further my education. I leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked. I really didn't know what I was doing, but was just figuring it out along the way. "Harder," urged Marsha and I sucked her nipple more vigorously.

"Now the other," she said, "Equal time is only fair."

I switched to the other one and gave it similar treatment, as Marsha moaned with delight. This was further than I had gone with any girl, and I loved every bit of it.

"You're a bad boy," said Marsha, smiling, "You've got me all wet!"

I knew she wasn't talking about her wet nipples, and watched with wonder as she pulled up her skirt and took off her panties, showing me her thoroughly wet pussy.

"Now show me what else you can do," she directed.

"I'm kind of new to this," I admitted, ("kind of" was an understatement!).

"Just put your mouth down there and I'll guide you," she said, "Don't worry – I won't let you get lost."

I put my face to her pussy and took in the musky fragerance. I had read that it could smell bad, but this wasn't bad at all – just different.

I extended my tongue into her wet pussy and tasted her juices for the first time. She guided me on an oral tour of her pussy, having me explore the lips with my tongue, flicking between them and moving up to her clitty. "That's it!" she exclaimed, "Keep that up and I'm yours!"

I licked her clitty and Marsha became very vocal. I wanted to make her cum but she didn't seem to. Finally she told me to take a break, and I pulled back, my face wet with her juice.

"You sure look like you've been busy!" she said, giggling.

"I'm sorry I didn't make you cum," I said meekly.

"You got me off twice!" Marsha declared, "Girls can cum repeatedly, and I'm not done yet!"

Marsha got up and led me to her bedroom and told me to undress. She did as well and she told me to lay on my back on her bed.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, wondering what she had in mind.

"Good," she said, "This is a really good position, but I'll be in control, so you have to keep going until I tell you to stop.

That was fine with me, so I got onto the bed and Marsha knelt over my face and brought her wet pussy to my mouth. I could taste her juices dripping into my mouth as I began to lick once more. She moaned and grabbed my head, pressing it to her pussy. I hoped that she was cumming from my attention.

After a time she told me to stop. "You made me cum three more times," she said, "And now I want to give you something really special."

I laid there in anticipation and felt the bed move and suddenly I felt something pressing into my mouth.

Marsha got off and there was a black boy in her place, with his cock in my mouth! I struggled to get away but he was resting firmly on my chest, with my arms under him – I was completely helpless!

"Doug, this is my brother Ben," said Marsha, "I know this isn't the usual way to meet, but I hope you'll like this – a lot of white boys just love black cock."

I didn't but was trapped and humiliated. The cock wasn't so bad, but the very idea that I was sucking a cock was terrible! Ben told me that he liked my mouth, and began pumping his cock in and out.

"Why don't you used your tongue?" urged Marsha, "I'll bet you're good at this too."

I realized that Ben wasn't going to let me go until he came, so I licked all around his cock head, and soon I felt his cock blasting hot seed into my mouth. It was really bad tasting, and made me feel like puking.

Ben remained on me as his cock softened in my mouth, and Marsha said, "You did a great job for Ben – you're so talented! Now just enjoy the taste while I take a few pictures. Of course, I had no intention of being photographed like this, but Marsha was too fast for me – in moments her camera clicked half a dozen times.

"Okay, now Ben is going to pull out," said Marsha, "Can I trust you to swallow like a good boy?"

I just wanted to spit it out, but I knew that some people did swallow. I really didn't have a choice, so I nodded.

Ben pulled out and I forced myself to swallow, not knowing what to expect next.

Ben got off me and I sat up. "You tricked me!" I said angrily to Marsha.

"Oh Doug," she pleaded, "Don't be mad – I just need your help for Ben."

"What the hell do you mean?" I demanded.

"Well, Ben is thirteen, and has just started to cum," she explained, "You know how boys are, and I don't want him fucking some bitch and knocking her up. I want you to blow him when he needs it so he doesn't need to go after the girls."

"I see," I shot back, "So you think you can turn me into a cocksucker for your brother."

"Well," she continued, "You already are, and I have pictures to prove it."

"You're blackmailing me with those pictures?" I asked.

"Oh Doug," Marsha pleaded, "Don't be like that – I'm sure you won't make me show anyone, so your secret is safe with me. By the way, I can see you are still hard, so maybe you did enjoy it, like a lot of white boys do."

I tried to cover myself but Marsha insisted that I stand up, and she took hold of my cock and fondled me to full erection again. "There's one more thing I want you to do today," she said, "Jack-off for me."

That didn't seem so bad after what had just happened, so I agreed. Marsha led me across the room and told me to kneel. Ben approached and brought his cock to my face. "Oh no," I said.

"Doug, you have to do this," said Marsha, "And I promise you'll like it – eventually at least."

This time was different – when I opened my mouth and took Ben in, it was voluntary, not tricked. It still was a little confusing – here I was doing something I would never have done, and somehow as I stroked it seemed strangely right. I realized that I was growing to like the feeling of Ben's cock in my mouth, and kind of liked feeling this horny kid get aroused as I sucked. It had been only fifteen minutes since Ben came and he seemed ready to cum once more.

I was ready too – very ready, and shot my load all over Marsha' bedroom floor, just as Ben began to cum. I was still reeling with my climax as Ben filled my mouth once again. This time his cum didn't taste so bad – it was still strong tasting, but I was beginning to like the taste.

"Thank you so much Doug," said Marsha, "I really appreciate your oral talents and your willingness to help Ben."

My climax had been one of my strongest yet, and I found that I just couldn't stay mad at Marsha. She had me write down my cell phone number and email address before I left.

I went home and struggled with my mixed feelings. I really enjoyed Marsha, but didn't really want to be a cocksucker. Of course I realized that I already WAS one – it can't be undone. Of course, I didn't have to keep doing it.

That night I went to bed and thought about eating Marsha. I got aroused and started to jack off. I thought about sucking Ben, and tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, but they kept coming back. I was thinking about him cumming in my mouth as I came. I wondered what it meant that I came like that, but soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I got up and checked my email. There was an email from Marsha with a file video file attached. I played the file and was shocked to see that it was of me, jacking-off while sucking Ben. What could be more gay than that?! There was no way I could explain this if it got out.

I struggled with feelings of anger and fear as I rode the bus to school, planning what I would say to Marsha.

When I spotted her, I walked up to her and said, "We need to talk."

We went to an empty classroom. My anger prevented me from realizing how aroused I was, but she grabbed my cock and said, "I see you're still glad to see me," and kissed me.

"I didn't know you were making a video of me!" I said.

"It can remain completely private," she said, "If you help Ben out."

"Okay, you've got me," I said, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Ben will contact you to ask for your help," she said, "You go help him out."

"So you want me to be his 'on-call cocksucker' don't you?" I responded.

"Oh Doug," she replied, "Please don't be like that – you'll grow to like it and be glad about it."

I still didn't like it, but I agreed, not being able to remain mad at Marsha.

Later that day I got a text message from Ben, asking me to come to his place after school. I replied that I would. Throughout the afternoon I couldn't help thinking how humiliating it was that I was Ben's cocksucker, but that I was sucking a middle school kid! The more I thought about it, the more aroused I got, and by the end of the day I was fully hard.

I arrived at Ben's and Marsha greeted me. She thanked me for being so helpful to Ben. Ben invited me to his room and unzipped. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. I had a raging hard on but didn't want him to know. I just sucked him, and soon he came in my mouth. He pulled out, I swallowed and left.

The whole thing took about ten minutes. It really wasn't so bad, and the more I thought about it the more I liked it. I actually liked being a cocksucker now, and found myself looking forward to it. Ben asked me to blow him every day after school, and I was now glad to do it.

As I blew him daily he told me that he liked me naked, so I stripped down for the blowjob. I actually liked it better that way, but couldn't hide my arousal. Ben saw it as well, and urged me to jack off while I sucked him. I did, and in about a week it was my favorite way to cum.

One day Ben surprised me by having two of his friends over. I wasn't expecting that and began to object, but Ben said, "Come on Doug – they have to cum too, and you're so good at it." I finally agreed undressed.

From that time forward Ben usually had a couple of friends over – often different ones. As far as I could tell, I had blown over a dozen of his friends. I was glad they were all in middle school, so I wouldn't be running into them in my school.

Over time I was called on to blow Ben and his friends at other locations. One Sunday I was asked to meet Ben in a public place where they boys shot hoops. I didn't like the looks of this, but showed up anyway. Ben introduced me, and I recognized most of the kids. They had two four-man teams and agreed that I would blow the winning team. I didn't know where I was going to do this, but watched the boys play. I watched as Ben's team lost, but was sure I'd be blowing him later anyway. The wining team approached me, and I said, "Here?"

Ben pointed out a trash dumpster in a nearby alley that provided good cover. We walked down to the other side of the dumpster and I dropped to my knees. Each boy pulled down his shorts and fed me his sweaty cock. It was a very manly smell and I regretted that I couldn't be naked there, since I needed to cum as well. I sucked each of the boys off, and then the other team insisted on a rematch.

I watched with interest as Ben's team won this time, earning them all blowjobs.

I still am interested in girls, but only date enough so people think I'm straight. Cocksucking takes up most of my time and I think it always will!

  To be continued . . .

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