My name is Barry and I'm a high school student who was forced into being a cocksucker. I wasn't abused by an adult or anything like that – the fact is that I brought it on myself and am helpless to do anything about it.

As a high school freshman I found myself thinking about cocksucking a lot. I knew it was wrong and not something that straight guys did – and I sure didn't want to be queer. But just the same I couldn't help thinking about it.

I had a couple of favorite jack-off fantasies where I was forced by guys to blow them. It wasn't voluntary, but I was forced into it. Sometimes I would blow multiple guys, and I would usually climax just as I imagined them cumming in my mouth. It was usually a really great climax, but then I'd feel overcome with guilt and shame. The first time it happened I was afraid – somehow thinking that others might find out about my secret perversion.

I quickly realized that nobody would ever know as long as it was just a fantasy and I didn't really do it. Just a harmless fantasy – that's all. I continued like jacking off to a variety of forced-blowjob scenarios. I kept coming up with new ones and almost always climaxed as someone was cumming in my mouth. I still felt the guilt, but just endured it until it passed – a small price to pay for the pleasure I had just recieved.

Then I discovered chat rooms on the internet. At first they seemed to be just a bunch of forums for people with similar interests – car enthusiasts, music, and a whole lot of gamers. None of that interested me, but soon I discovered the dating sites, and saw that there were some gay chat rooms. At first I didn't dare go there, fearing that I might be discovered, but soon learned that they were completely private – especially if you didn't use your real name.

I chose to use Tom as my online persona and began chatting in a room called "Gay Newbies". It was for guys who were newly gay and trying to figure things out. I wasn't gay, but this seemed to be a good place to interact with guys about cocksucking. I chatted with a few guys about it would invite them to tell me about some of their experiences. I soon began jacking-off as they told thier stories, and would usually exit the chat room as soon as I came and felt the shame once again. I was glad this was anonymous – or sure hoped it was!

One of the guys I chatted with often went by the name of Fluffer. He explained that it was what the called the person who keeps male porn stars hard. That sounded like a wonderful job, and he had told me about dozens of guys he had sucked. I chatted with him often and often jacked-off to his stories. One day he asked why I suddenly left without warning in the middle of a chat.

I lied and said I lost my connection, but he said, "You were jacking-off, weren't you? I confessed that I was, and that I felt ashamed afterward.

"Have you ever actually sucked a cock?" Fluffer asked.

"No," I replied, "I'd like to, but don't think I could ever bring myself to do such a thing."

We continued to chat, and I admitted to Fluffer that I dreamed of being forced to suck, and he told me that I really should meet a Dom, and explained it was short for Dominant – guys who like to take charge and force others to do things. He said I was probably a Sub, or Submissive – a guy who submits to a Dom.

He told me of another chat room called "Doms and Subs", which I quickly found and entered. I could generally tell for the names listed if guys were doms or subs, and tried to chat with mostly doms. They all said they would turn me into a sissy cocksucker, which sounded insulting, but hot at the same time. The problem was that they were so far away.

One night I got lucky and met someone nearby. I mean REALLY nearby – just a couple of blocks away from my house. He went by the name Stud-man and was a senior in my high school. At first I was scared of being recognized, but we have over 1500 kids in my high school, so we could never even run into each other. Besides, he thought I was named Tom.

"You really need to suck cock, don't you?" Stud-man asked.

"I suppose I do, but don't think I ever really will," I replied.

"Why the hell not?" he asked, "If you need it, go for it!"

"I could never bring myself to do it," I said, feeling a little ashamed about baring my soul to him.

"I could make you suck me," Stud-man responded, "Come over and you'll see."

"When?" I asked.

"Now," said Stud-man, "I got a big load for you."

I made up the excuse, "I can't now – it's two in the morning!"

"So what?" Stud-man said, "Nobody is around and you can live out your dream."

"I don't know," I said.

"Look kid, I won't take 'no' for an answer," Stud-man said, "Now get your ass over here or else!"

Something about his commanding demeanor was irresistible to me. I suppose I could have just exited the chat and shut down my computer, but I felt like I had to comply. He told me how to get to his house and I said I'd be there in fifteen minutes. He gave me his cell phone number and told me to text him when I arrived, and he would meet me in the back yard.

I shut down the computer and snuck out the door and traveled to Stud-man 's house. My heart was pounding the entire time. I know I wasn't thinking clearly or I would never have done it, but soon I was at his house, texting him.

He told me to go around back and he would meet me. I went to the back yard and saw a figure emerge from the house. "Get over here," he said.

He was definitely a "take charge" guy, and I naturally obeyed him.

"On you knees," he ordered, and I was soon kneeling in the wet grass. I couldn't see much in the dark but soon felt him pressing against my face as he said, "Open up."

Without giving it a second thought, I opened my mouth and took him in. It was incredible! I had another guys cock in my mouth and it felt wonderful. I just held him there for a while and marveled at how right it felt – like this was the way it was supposed to be for me.

"Okay, enough getting acquainted," Stud-man said, "Start sucking and move your tongue around, but keep your teeth off my cock!"

It was like Stud-man was my personal coach, teaching me how to be my best, and I followed his orders to the letter. As I sucked he said, "Yeah, you need this – it's what you've always wanted – with a little practice you'll be a damn good cocksucker!"

Perhaps most guys would be insulted, but I realized that it was the truth, and I had to accept it. Besides, I was in no position to argue with his hard cock in my mouth. I continued to suck, thoroughly enjoying every moment.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, "And when I do, just hold my load in your mouth and enjoy the flavor – whatever you do, don't you dare spit it out!"

Soon I felt his cock enlarged a bit and begin pumping his hot seed into my mouth. It was very strong tasting – I wasn't sure if I liked the taste – it was so different from anything else.

"That was good work," Stud-man said, "I'll train you to be a master cocksucker! Now go on home, and hold my cum in your mouth until you get home, then swallow every drop – don't spit no matter what!"

He pulled his cock out and I got up and walked back home. I was so aroused walking home with a mouthful of cum. When I got home I dropped to my knees in the back yard and began to jack-off. I replayed the events of tonight in my mind and recalled the wonderful feeling of him pumping his load into my mouth. I swallowed his cum as I climaxed and got hit with the worst guilt trip ever!

I felt so ashamed of what I had done and the taste in my mouth was horrible – I felt like I was going to puke up the cum I'd swallowed! I remained kneeling but zipped up. After I caught my breath mose of the shame was past, but I knew full well that I had done something very taboo – something I should never do again!

I slipped into the house and into bed. In the morning I jacked-off in the shower, replaying last night, and quickly came, along with the shame.

At school that day I was on kind of an emotional roller-coaster. I sometimes would feel aroused thinking about the blowjob – knowing I should never have done it yet yearning to do it again. Other times I was fearful, especially between classes when I feared that Stud-man might see me in the hallway. After a while I realized that I had no reason to fear – in the darkness neither one of us had gotten a good look at the other, and he didn't know my real name.

I really loved sucking, but especially loved sucking HIM! It just felt right that my place was kneeling before him with his cock in my mouth – that was where I belonged – I just knew it.

That night after everyone was in bed I quietly got on my computer and entered the Doms and Subs chat room, hoping to find Stud-man there. I spent about an hour there but didn't see him. I chatted with a few Doms and confessed what I had done last night, and they all said that it was the right thing to do – that guys like me needed a Dom to show us the way.

I signed off and went to bed, but jacked-off thinking about sucking him. I came, and drifted off to sleep as the shame faded away.

The next night Stud-man was in the chat room and quickly messaged me. "Need some more?" he asked.

"Not sure," I replied, tentatively.

"Bullshit!" he shot back, "You know you need it, now don't you?"

"I guess," I said timidly.

"Well, if you aren't sure, maybe I should chat with someone who is," he responded.

"Wait!" I said.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" he said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I would have thought that you would be grateful for what I did for you," he explained.

I could see what he was getting at, and it was difficult for me to say, but finally I responded, "Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

"Your welcomed," he said, "If you want more, all you have to do is ask."

It wasn't enough that I sucked him, but now I had to ask for it! Well, I sure wanted it, and we both knew that, so I replied, "May I please suck your cock?"

"When would you like it?" he responded.

"How about now?" I replied.

"Good cocksucker!" Fluffer said, "Come over, but be sure to bring your student ID card."

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said, fearful of my identity becoming known.

"If you want my cock you'll bring your ID card," he said, "Don't bother otherwise."

So now if I wanted to suck him I'd have to let him know who I was. That was scary, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I NEEDED to suck him. I grabbed my student ID card and slipped out the door. I rushed to his house and texted him of my arrival. I went to the back yard as he came outside.

"You're ID?" he said, and I reluctantly handed it to him. He shined a small flashlight on it and then on my face. There was nothing anonomous about this any more.

"So Barry Sanford," he said, "My name is Steve Meyers, and we're going to spend a lot of time together. Now on your knees."

I dropped to my knees and Steve fed me his cock, which I truly appreciated. I didn't fully understand what was happening, but it was like I was addicted to his cock. I sucked, guided by his direction and soon he rewarded me with his load. He pulled out and wiped his cock on my cheek, leaving a streak of cum. I got up and left, holding his load in my mouth. I realized that I really liked the strong, manly taste and felt proud to be going home with a mouthful of Steve's cum!

When I got to my home I dropped to my knees again and began to jack off. This time I decided that I wouldn't swallow until after I came. Tasting his load it was easy to imagine him cumming in my mouth and I held his load as I shot mine on the ground. Now when the shame it me it was really intense, and suddenly Steve's load tasted terrible. I felt nauseous but forced myself to swallow Steve's load. Even though I didn't want it at the moment, I knew that every drop of it was precious!

I got into bed and realized that my guilt problem was a real nuisance and hoped I could get over it.

The next morning at school all I could think about was sucking Steve. It didn't even dawn on me that now that Steve knew my name that he could find me – at least not until I left my classroom and found him standing outside the door, waiting for me.

"Hi Barry," he said, "Good to see you."

I smiled, but said nothing.

"I want you to meet me out front after school," he said.

"I'll try," I said.

"You'll DO!" Steve said, and I quickly agreed.

Throughout lunch I worried about how this was going to play out, now that Steve knew who I was and could find me any time. I realized that there was no point in worrying about it – I couldn't do anything about it anyway.

After school I found Steve out in front of school talking to a girl. I hesitated, but when he saw me he waved me over and said, "Barry, this is Lindsey. She doesn't want to suck me, so maybe you could tell her how much you like it."

I immediately blushed beet red, as Lindsey stood there in shock.

"Well tell her!" Steve said.

I knew that I shouldn't, but I knew I couldn't resist Steve's directives.

"It's true," I said, as she stared at me in surprise, "I do like sucking Steve."

Lindsay turned and walked away in disgust, saying, "Steve, you're a real jerk!"

"How did you feel about telling her?" he asked.

"I felt humiliated," I said.

"You'll learn to like that," he said, but I couldn't imagine how I possibly could.

"You have a real talent for cocksucking," Steve said, "Why did you wait to start with me?"

"Nobody made me do it before," I said.

"So, you wanted to, but needed someone to make you?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Do you feel ashamed when you cum?" he then asked.

"Why yes," I said, "How did you know?"

"Just a guess," Steve replied, "But a lot of subs who need to be forced also deal with guilt and shame, but I'll get you past that."

"That would be great!" I said.

"Let's take a walk," Steve said, and I followed him.

We walked to a nearby bridge that crossed over railroad tracks and Steve led me under the bridge. "Now take your clothes off," he ordered.

"I can't here!" I protested, but wouldn't allow me any other option.

"You better do what I say or there will be no more cock for you!" Steve insisted.

Reluctantly I stripped down and piled my clothes neatly on a nearby rock.

"Now on your knees," Steve ordered and I dropped to my favorite position. Steve unzipped and approached. I opened my mouth and took him in.

"Now just hold it there without sucking. Enjoy the feeling and jack off," he directed.

I began to stroke and was hard almost immediately. Steve's cock was very arousing, and I knew I'd be cumming soon, but didn't know how I would handle the shame.

"Cum in your hand when you're ready," he said, and soon I was shooting into my hand.

The guilt and shame were especially intense and I certainly didn't want a cock in my mouth now!

"Just hold me in your mouth," Steve said, "And listen carefully."

I held his hard cock in my mouth, feeling humiliated kneeling there naked where someone could catch us at any time as Steve began, "You are a cocksucker and that is your natural place in life. You need to accept that – there is no shame in it, unless you deny your true calling."

"From now on until you overcome your shame you will always cum first and then suck me off," explained Steve, "Now lets start by licking up your own cum."

I didn't want to, but knew I had to. I licked up my cum and swallowed it. It tasted bad but I did it anyway.

"Now finish me off," Steve said.

I resumed sucking him, but it wasn't quite the same, now that I wasn't aroused. I knew that my heart wasn't in it, but knew I had to do it, so I did the best I could, and soon Steve shot his wad in my mouth. By now my shame had passed, and Steve's load tasted strong, but not at all bad. I was surprised that my state of arousal made such a difference. Cum tasted good when I was aroused, bad right after I came, and now just strong.

"Good cocksucker," Steve said. "We'll do it this way until you are over your shame."

I thanked Steve as I got dressed, and we each walked home.

Things were getting pretty wild with Steve. I feared getting caught, but it was so exciting I was willing to take the risk. Steve seemed to enjoy making me do things I wouldn't choose to do. I did them because I was submitting to him, giving him control. I just hoped that he wouldn't do anything harmful to me.

Steve seemed to especially enjoy humiliating me. Making me admit that I sucked him to Lindsey was definitely humiliating, as was stripping down under the bridge. It was a place that nobody ever seemed to go, but we were there, and others might come by as well.

The next day in school Steve stopped me in the hall and said, "I want you to come meet some of my friends at McDonalds at 4pm. When I ask you to tell them what you do, tell them that you suck cocks."

More humiliation. He probably already told them, but just wants me to say it out loud. I'll probably be sucking them as well. I wondered what that would be like. Since Steve enjoys dominating me (as I enjoy submitting), it was just a matter of time before he orders me to suck other guys.

I showed up at McDonalds and found Steve sitting in a booth with two other guys, who were introduced to me a Stan and Matt. "Tell them what you do," Steve directed.

"I suck cocks," I said.

"Whose cocks?" Matt asked.

"So far only Steve's," I said.

"Would you suck us?" asked Stan.

"I will if Steve tells me to," I replied. They smiled broadly, and Steve gave me the nod to blow them.

"Let's go to the men's room," Matt said, and I followed him in. I thought we would go into a stall, but instead he just unzipped by the sink and said, "Do me here."

That was risky because I would be immediately caught if anyone came in. I suppose that was part of the humiliation. I dropped to my knees and sucked Matt. His cock was long and thin, reaching all the way to the back of my mouth. When he pushed all the way in it made me gag, and he seemed to enjoy doing that – pressing in and then pulling back, making me gag over and over again. Finally, he began to cum and I welcomed his load just as the door opened. Shit!

Matt grabbed my head to keep me from pulling away. I was scared that I was in trouble but powerless to do anything. My fear was allayed when I saw that it was Stan. Matt finished pumping into my mouth and pulled out. Stan took his place and I sucked him while Matt watched.

Soon Matt shot his load into my mouth and then pulled out. "Where did you learn to suck like that?" Matt asked.

"Steve taught me," I said, feeling a little pride in my work.

We went back to the table and Steve said, "We need to work on Barry's guilt problem I told you about. You guys can tag along if you like."

The four of us went under the bridge and Steve once again told me to undress. I felt a little uneasy undressing in front of all of them, but I'm sure that was just part of the humiliation I was to endure.

Once naked, I knelt while Steve put his soft cock in my mouth. I began to jack-off with his cock in my mouth. I just sucked him gently while stroking, and saw that Matt and Stan were taking pictures with their cell phones. I was probably going to be an internet porn star now.

They watched with interest as I shot my load into my hand, and then licked it up. I felt ashamed as before but just told myself that this was what I was meant to do and began sucking Steve off. Soon he came, and I swallowed his load as well. I had now swallowed four loads of cum – I wasn't sure if swallowing a lot of cum would be a problem – or even if this was a lot of cum at all. Just four loads didn't seem like much.

As I got up and got dressed, Steve told me that I was to blow Stan or Matt any time they wanted me to – as well as anyone they told me to. I wasn't sure I liked being passed around like a slut, but did like the idea of sucking lots of guys.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning . . .

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)