I 'm Jimmy, and was in middle school when it happened with Mark. Mark was about four years older – a high school senior. I was always small for my age – some would call me frail. My facial features were delicate – almost feminine. While I tried to fit in, I often got teased. The only sports I was any good at was track – I was light and could run well – maybe from all the running away I'd done from kids who picked on me.

I certainly couldn't do well in any sports with physical contact – I'd soon be just brushed aside or knocked down. I did win a few competitions in track, which earned me a small amount of respect.

Mark lived on my street, where I had a job delivering the afternoon newspapers. I usually just dropped the paper off, but once a week I had to collect money from everyone. I arrived at Mark's and he was home alone, but said he would get the money, and invited me in.

"It's in here," he called out to me from another room, "Come get it."

I followed his voice and entered a small laundry room, where Mark shut the door and stood in front of it.

"I got what you REALLY want," he said, rubbing a bulge I could clearly see in the front of his pants.

"No," I protested, "I'm not like that."

"Sure you are," Mark replied, "Everyone knows it – I'll give you something to remember!"

I continued to resist as he unzipped and took out his huge cock – much bigger than my little boy cock. I'd never seen another guy's cock up close before, and just couldn't take my eyes off it.

"I see you like it," Mark said, as he put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down, forcing me to my knees.

His cock was inches from my face, and was really tempting – I'd long wondered what it would be like to suck a cock, but I remained resolute as Mark pressed the head of his cock to my lips. Then Mark pinched my nose between his thumb and finger – I couldn't breathe and had to open my mouth. That's when Mark forced his big cock into my mouth, and then held my head with his hands so I couldn't get away.

I was surprised to find that his cock actually felt kind of nice in my mouth – almost like cocks and mouths were meant for each other. I liked this, but knew I shouldn't show it, so I pretended to struggle.

"I'll let you go once you finish," Mark said, "But not until then. Make it easy for yourself by doing what you know you really want anyway."

I stopped resisting and followed Mark's instructions, moving my tongue around the head of his cock as I sucked. I found that I liked feeling the contours of his cock in my mouth and really liked hearing Mark moan from my work. It somehow felt really wonderful to have this powerful guy in my control, and I sucked even more eagerly.

Suddenly I felt his cock pulse in my mouth and shoot his hot load. It was really strong, and different from anything I'd ever tasted. I felt like I would puke as he finished cumming and pulled out, leaving me with a mouthful of his seed. He released my head and I quickly got up and spit into the laundry tub.

"That was really great!" said Mark, "You must do that a lot!"

"It was my first time," I insisted, insulted at his remark.

"Then you're a real natural!" he said, "You can come back for more any time!"

Mark paid me and I began to continue my collections. Even though I'd spit out Mark's cum, there was a strong aftertaste in my mouth, reminding me of what I'd just done. I wondered if anyone else would be able to tell – as silly as it might seem, I almost felt that I had the word "faggot" written on my forehead.

I just couldn't go on and went home – I would finish my collections tomorrow. That night I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. The next time I jacked-off I thought about it again and it really aroused me. I wasn't trying to think about it – it just happened.

Much to my surprise, my feelings about sucking Mark changed over time. At first I felt really ashamed for sucking him, but over time I regretted not swallowing his load. How that happened I really don't know, but I remember reading in a story that swallowing was expected, and it was disrespectful to ever waste cum by spitting it out. Strange as it may seem, in time I began to feel like I'd somehow wronged Mark and should make it up to him.

By the time I began to feel that way, I really wanted to suck Mark again! It was over a month since I first sucked him and just didn't know how to approach him. I couldn't just go up to him and ask to suck him – could I?

I never was especially brave but knew that if I ever was going to suck Mark again, I'd have to do something about it. After school one day I went to Mark's house and when he answered the door, I said, "I'd like to apologize."

"For what?" he asked.

"For not swallowing," I said nervously – I couldn't believe I was saying this, "I'd like to try again if you'll let me."

"Sure thing," he said, smiling and inviting me in. I entered and Mark closed the door behind me. He unzipped and took out the cock I'd been craving, and I promptly dropped to my knees. This time it was completely voluntary, and I loved every moment of it. Running my tongue over his cock, I got to know his cock well. I thought I would be able to recognize Mark if I was blindfolded, and only able to suck his cock.

Mark commented on how well I sucked, and in just a few minutes he rewarded my efforts. His load tasted strong, as before, but somehow it wasn't a bad taste this time. I held him in my mouth as he finished pumping. As he pulled out I swallowed, glad to make things right with Mark.

Afterward we sat and talked for a while. Mark confessed that he felt a little guilt about forcing me the first time, but I assured him that I was grateful for making me do what I wanted to all along. I departed, still with Mark's aftertaste in my mouth. I had agreed to blow Mark every day after school, which I did consistently, rarely missing a chance.

All that came to an end when Mark graduated and joined the Army. He assured me that he would look me up when he returned, but until then I had nobody to suck.

After a few weeks without Mark I was getting really nervous and felt like I'd suck anyone who offered me a cock, but nobody was. I finally offered to suck a couple of my friends, and they accepted, saying they thought I was gay all along, and wondered why I hadn't offered earlier.

With Mark gone, my friends helped satisfy my need to suck, but I'll always fondly remember the time that Mark made me!

Special thanks to my online friend Michelle for providing the inspiration for this story,

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)