I 'm Lester, a High School Junior who got involved in sports in a very unexpected manner. By involved, I don't mean playing, but I've become a welcomed member of the team.

Okay, let me back up a bit. I’m a short skinny brainy guy – a nerd. I envied the way the jocks were so admired. Most of them had crummy grades and many lived on the verge of getting kicked off the team for grades. That's how I got started.

Actually, it was a bit earlier than that. Our school announced a new program, called "peer to peer", in which qualified students were paired up with students needing help. It was developed with the special education students in mind, and I signed up. I enjoyed helping kids who were unsure of themselves discover that they can do things they never thought they could.

In order to qualify for the program, you had to be a good student – this wasn't something for slackers. The program counted as a class, so I had one less class, but I used my free study periods for it as well.

In a couple of days, we would get our assignments and get to know the student we would be helping. The day before I received a note that I was to go see coach Manson in his office. I went during lunch and he welcomed me. "Lester, I'm glad to see you," he said, "I hear you are one of the smartest kids in school."

I blushed and replied, "I'm not so sure about that, but I do get good grades."

"Good?" responded the coach, "Hell, you got straight A's!"

"I'm not sure why I'm here," I said, "I thought I would be getting assigned to a special ed student."

"That's what the program was designed for," coach Manson agreed, "But technically it's to help any student in substantial need.

"Who did you have in mind?" I asked.

"I have a number of football players with academic difficulty and have been offered you and two others to help my three best players – best at football at least – but not so good at class work."

I was assigned to Karl, a big muscular jock. I didn't really know him, but he seemed okay. The girls all seemed to love him – he had the looks and build I'd never have.

Coach Manson called Karl in, and we met. He stated that Karl was okay with English and social studies, but was nearly failing in math and science – that was where I was to focus, but anything else I could to to help Karl would be appreciated.

We talked a bit and compared schedules to find times we could work together. There were two study periods we could use, but it quickly was clear that more would be needed, so Karl invited me to his house after school. I accepted and I worked diligently on getting him up to speed on the basics for two weeks, and soon Karl's grades were improving nicely.

Karl made me feel really welcomed. In the past some of the jocks picked on guys like me, but Karl was different. Then one day he completely surprised me.

"You've been a great help in my classwork," he said, "But I could sure use your help with something else."

"Oh?" I responded, "I'll be glad to help if I can."

"That's great!" he said, "I'd really appreciate it if you would suck my cock."

"No fuckin' way!" I said, "I didn't sign up for anything like that!"

"Coach Manson will be disappointed," he said, "Remember when he said that anything else you could do to help would be appreciated? I sure would appreciate it if you sucked me off."

"I'll do nearly anything to help you out with your school work, but that's as far as it goes." I stormed out in anger. As I walked home, I wondered if the coach really expected me to suck Karl.

That night I had a lot to think about. In truth, I'd wondered about cocksucking. I never expected to really do it – after all it was a really disgusting thing to do. But for some reason I'd think about it from time to time – perhaps it was the lure of being taboo. I wasn't in any danger of ever trying it, since I had no opportunity, but now that Karl brought it up, I had that opportunity, and was now at a crossroads. I knew it was wrong but felt drawn to it. I found myself jacking off to gay porn, wishing I was the guy with a cock in my mouth. I jacked off at bedtime, thinking about sucking Karl, but felt overwhelming guilt as soon as I would cum.

The next morning I was in a better frame of mind and seriously considered sucking Karl – the only thing was that I didn't want him to think I wanted it. On the way to school, I came up with a plan.

At our first study session Karl said, "Lester, I'm really sorry about yesterday – for some reason I thought you might enjoy something like that."

"You mean because I'm not a jock I must be a faggot?" I replied, getting red. That was getting too close to home, and I didn't want to let my true feelings show.

"Shit, I just don't know how to say it!" he added "I'm sorry, let's leave it at that."

I accepted his apology, and we worked on geometry. After half an hour I said, "I'm sorry I got so angry yesterday – do you still want me to suck you?"

That took Karl by surprise, and I quickly wished I could take the words back. I had to think fast, and quickly followed with, "I really don't want Coach Manson to be unhappy with me."

Karl smiled and said, "If you suck me the coach will only hear good things about you."

"There's just one thing," I said, "I've never done this before and for sure don't want anyone else to know."

"It will be just between us," Karl said, "I just want you to try – that's all."

I agreed to come to Karl's house after school and the entire rest of the day all I could think of was sucking him. A deep hidden desire of mine was about to be fulfilled, and I hoped I wouldn't regret it.

At Karl's house he greeted me and we went to his bedroom. He took out some girlie magazines and placed them on the bed. He pulled off his pants and shorts and sat on the bed with his legs slightly spread, completely exposing a cock that was easily twice as big as mine!

"Come take a closer look," he said, "Hold it in your hands."

I approached and knelt before him with his cock inches from my face. I took it in my hands and felt it grow as I fondled him. It was impressive when soft, but now as it stiffened it was amazing. I found myself breathing hard as I was so close to my secret desires.

"Why not get started by kissing the head?" urged Karl, "And when you are ready, lick it."

I did so, now realizing that I'd crossed a line and there was no return. I liked the feel of his cock on my tongue and lips. The taste was slightly salty, and I kind of liked it.

I licked him for about a minute and realized that I might as well do what we both wanted and took him into my mouth – at least as much as would fit. He was too big to fit in all the way, but what I had felt wonderful! It was as if cocks and mouths were supposed to go together – at least for Karl and I. As I adjusted to him filling my mouth he coached me on moving my tongue around, especially under the head. As I did, I heard him moan with delight, which really encouraged me. Soon he said, "I'm cumming!" and then began to pump squirt after squirt of hot semen into my mouth.

It was a really strong taste – unlike anything I had ever tried before. I'd read that a lot of girls don't like the taste, and that guys gave the best blowjobs in part because they weren't timid about swallowing. I wanted to do well for Karl, and just held his cock in my mouth until he stopped pumping and pulled out. Then I swallowed. The strong taste was gone, but I was left with a very strange aftertaste – perhaps intended to remind me of what I'd just done.

Now that I'd done it, I realized that it was kind of nice – except now I'm a cocksucker and Karl knows it. How would it change things between us, now that he knows I'm a cocksucking faggot? Yes, I had to admit that I was a faggot – no straight guy would do what I just did. I'm glad a did it but am afraid of the consequences.

"Wow, that was fuckin' amazing!" declared Karl, "Thank you for helping me with that!"

"Please," I pleaded, "Don't tell anyone – it's the first time I did this and don't want everyone else to know!"

"Your secret is safe with me," Karl assured me, "But you will continue to do it more for me, won't you?"

"If you like," I replied, relieved that he didn't think badly of me, and also delighted that he wanted more – I sure did. "But we need to focus on your classwork," I added.

"Of course," agreed Karl, "How about if you suck me after the classwork is done – kind of like a reward?"

"That sounds like a good approach," I agreed, thinking that I was getting rewarded as much as Karl was.

After that I blew Karl every day after school. We focused on getting all his classwork done at school, so that after school I could focus on sucking him. I can't explain why, but somehow this was the happiest I'd ever been. Here I was, a scrawny nerd getting so much sex – of course I couldn't tell anyone about it.

We both pretended that I was just doing Karl a favor, but it didn't take long before he figured out that I liked it. I knew I loved it but pretended to just be helping him out, but that facade was soon to fall.

"You really like sucking cock, don't you?" he asked after a couple of weeks.

"I'm just helping you out and rewarding your study – already you've got A's on a number of quizzes, and got all your homework submitted on time," I replied, trying to deflect the question.

"How many blowjobs have you given me?" he asked.

"I don't know – I'm not counting – I'm just trying to do it well," I confessed.

"Well I've been counting, and you've given me 17 so far, and got pretty good at it," he replied.

"Thank you," I said, "This is still all so new to me."

"But you've grown to really like it, haven't you? I can tell by your enthusiasm that you are really getting into it, so tell me the truth," he continued.

I finally had to admit, "Yes, I guess I kind of like it."

"I think you like it a LOT," Karl countered, "Would you like to blow other guys?"

"I'm fine with just helping you out," I said.

"But it doesn't take long, and you could be helping out so many guys who need it."

"I thought all your friends have girlfriends – in fact, you do to – why would you even need me to suck you?" I responded.

"Girls are great," Karl affirmed, "But they don't put out as much as we need, and many won't suck at all. I love fucking my girl, but your blowjobs are a far better way to cum!"

I thought about it for a moment. It would be kind of nice to suck other guys as well, but I really didn't want to get a reputation, so I replied, "I don't know – I think we should just keep going with this.”

"Okay," replied Karl, "But think about it – if you change your mind just let me know.

I continued blowing Karl for another week, but each day I thought more about sucking multiple guys, and when that became part of my bedtime jack-off fantasies the desire grew in me.

Finally, I mustered the courage to ask Karl, "Can you really arrange for me to blow other guys? How would that work?"

"I sure can," Karl confirmed, "I'll bet most of my friends would love it – all I have to do is ask them."

"You would do that for me?" I asked, "How would it really work?"

"Of course, I'd do it for you – I owe you so much – my grades are better than they've ever been and I sleep so well at night now that you've been blowing me. Now, about how it would work – I could either invite them over or just introduce you and you can figure out the details yourselves."

"I think I'd prefer to do it here if you don't mind – at least at first," I said.

"Okay, I'll ask around and see what I can arrange, but it might take a few days," Karl answered.

It turned out that it didn't take long at all, and when I arrived at Karl's house the next day, he had two guys waiting with him: Tom and Mark, who I recognized, though I didn't really know them. They recognized me at first, and immediately triggered fear of exposure.

"Before we start," I said, "I need you guys to promise to keep this completely secret."

"No problem," Mark responded, as Tom nodded in agreement, "We don't want others to know either, so it will be our secret."

We weren't there to visit, so I dropped to my knees and asked, "Who's first?"

Karl said, "You guys go first – you are my guests."

Tom unzipped and approached. His cock was thinner than Karl’s, but had a really big mushroom head. He entered my mouth and I ran my tongue all around the head, getting to know him and making him moan with pleasure. That mushroom head was really nice and I ran my tongue all around it while giving the bottom special attention, and soon he rewarded my efforts with his hot load.

"Damn that was good!" he exclaimed, "I gotta have a lot more of that!" He pulled out and I swallowed, enjoying the manly aftertaste.

Mark already had his cock out and slipped into my mouth before I could get a good look. He was shorter than Karl or Tom, but really thick. He pushed all the way into my mouth and just touched the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He took hold of my head and began to thrust in and out. This was entirely new to me and seemed a little violent. He would repeatedly reach to the back of my throat, forcing my nose into his pubic hair, but only for a second. I would begin to gag but then he would pull back. It was kind of an oral rape, but I liked it. I didn't have to do much except keep my tongue moving as Mark did the work.

Suddenly Mark thrust deep and held my head to him. I could feel his cock pulsing as he pumped his seed into my mouth, but couldn't taste anything because his load was going right down my throat. With his cock continuing to press to the back of my throat I gagged repeatedly, but Mark held me firmly. Tears began to stream down my cheeks as he pulled out and said, "That was incredible!"

Then he noticed my tears and said, "Was I too rough with you? I sure didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's okay," I assured him, "You were gagging me, and that's what caused the tears – I'm alright."

Mark didn't look convinced – he seemed to be genuinely concerned that he hurt me. In truth I was relieved that it was over. Tom and Mark left, after thanking me profusely, and said they would be in touch.

I turned to Karl and said, "I guess it's your turn," and soon he was in my mouth as well. It didn't take him long before he fed me his load and I swallowed.

I thanked him for connecting me with his friends. Karl said he gave them my cell phone number so they will contact me directly if that was okay with me. I agreed.

"I thought Mark face-fucking you was really hot!", Karl said, "How did you like it?"

"It really caught me by surprise," I said, "I don't think I liked the gagging part though."

That was my initial reaction. I was glad it was over, but throughout that evening I thought more about it, and each time I knew I wanted more of it. The next day at school Mark stopped me in the hallway and said, "Are you okay? I never intended to get so rough about it – it just happened."

I told him it was fine, and I'd be glad for another time. He suggested that we meet at lunch time if I didn't have other plans. He said he knew of a private place. I agreed and thought about it throughout my morning classes.

At lunch time I met with Mark and he wanted me to tell him how it was with me, apologizing for being so rough.

It's okay," I assured him, "I love the way your passion took over – it was really manly. The only part I didn't like was that I didn't get to taste your cum."

"Why is that?" he asked.

"You shot your load right down my throat so I didn't get a taste. I liked the rest of it just fine."

Mark said he would try to fix that and led me down a stairway to the basement into a maintenance area. We went behind some shelves, and he unzipped. Nothing more needed to be said, and soon I was on my knees as Mark face fucked me once again. This time he just had his cock sticking out of his trousers, so as he thrust deep and my nose pushed into his pubic hair I felt his zipper on my face. I hoped it wouldn't leave an embarrassing mark on my face – how would I explain it?

Soon Mark said, "I'm cumming!" and pulled back a bit, still holding my head. Only his cock head was in my mouth, which worked out wonderfully – I felt every squirt of seed and tasted every drop. This was by far the very best blowjob I'd ever experienced!

Mark pulled out and I thanked him – that surprised him, and he responded, "No, thank YOU!" I'm so glad you are alright with this. Your mouth is better than any stinky pussy!"

We went our separate ways and I continued to think about my face fucking throughout the afternoon.

I worked with Karl and looked forward to giving him his reward after school. At his house I blew him eagerly, now really loving the cocksucker I'd become and looking forward to as much cock as I could get. I was happy to have three guys to blow, but was willing to do more.

Karl came and I held his load in my mouth after he pulled out. He noticed that I was silent and asked, "Are you alright?"

I swallowed and explained that I was just holding his load in my mouth, enjoying the taste. Without giving it another thought, I thanked him. I'm not sure I should have, but was just feeling so grateful for his load, as well as the other things he had done for me.

"You really do love cocksucking, don't you?" he asked.

"Well, once you got me into it, I really grew to like it," I agreed.

"But it's more that liking," Karl countered, "You really LOVE it, don't you?"

I smiled and nodded, enjoying the unique aftertaste.

"How about if I invite one new guy a week for you to blow?" he asked.

"I'd like that," I agreed, "But you will still be my primary focus."

Karl smiled and said we had a deal, and he would make sure anyone would swear to secrecy any guy he invited.

Karl delivered on his promise, and by the end of the school year I was sucking 23 jocks. Supposedly they all promised to keep my secret, but somebody talked. Before school let out for the summer, Coach Manson invited me to his office and thanked me for going beyond the call of duty and helping so many other jocks. It was clear to me that he didn't mean with school work. I was feeling especially bold and told him that I would be pleased to help him in the same manner. I looked surprised, and asked, "Were the athletes not enough for you?"

"They were fine," I said, "But I'd love to help and adult out, and I think you would be a great choice."

He smiled and invited me to his home that evening. After dinner I went to his house, and he greeted me. He took me to the basement and told me I could leave my clothes on a nearby chair. I undressed, feeling a little self-conscious about doing so in front of the coach.

"Have you been doing anything more than sucking with the jocks?" he asked.

"No, just sucking," I replied, wondering what he had in mind. He opened a drawer and took out a metal device that looked kind of like pliers.

"This is a speculum," he said, "Know what it's for?" I shook my head, no.

"It's for opening up the anus. I'm going to open you up so you have a more pleasurable experience," he continued.

He had me bend over across a table and put lube on his fingers, slipping them between my ass cheeks. I felt him press against my hole and soon one finger, then two were inside me. He worked them in and out, finger-fucking me, and then spread his fingers, and then slipped in a third finger. I was stretching me out, but it was perfectly comfortable, and felt kind of nice.

Then he pulled out his fingers and I felt the cold metal of the speculum slipping into me. As he squeezed the handles, the jaws opened, spreading me even further. I felt like I was being stretched to my limit, but there was no pain.

"I think you're ready," he said and told me to kneel before him. He had his pants off and I could see his hard cock pointing right at me. He approached and I instinctively opened my mouth, now receiving an adult cock for the first time. I felt good in my mouth but really filled me up. I ran my tongue around it's contours, familiarizing myself with its form.

He pulled out and said, "Ok, back on the table." I stood up and leaned over the table and the coach pressed his hard cock between my cheeks, with the head pushing gently on my hole.

"Now this will go better is you push out like you are taking a dump – that will make entry easier and more comfortable," he instructed.

I pushed out as he pushed in, and he just glided in effortlessly. It completely surprised me that his big cock fit into me so well.

"You doing okay?" he asked and I said I was. He began to stroke in and out. I was like the face fuck I now got regularly from Mark, but at the other end. Now that I was experiencing this, I knew I wanted a lot more.

"I'm disease free," stated the coach, "so I'm doing you bareback – I'll be cumming inside you."

That sounded fine to me – I just didn't want it to end. But soon he pulled my hips to him as he thrust deep to deliver his load. He held there until he was completely spent.

I thanked him for taking my virginity and he said he was delighted. He told me that if I wanted to be fucked by other adults, he would arrange it. I told him I would welcome that. He asked me if I wanted to continue my work with the jocks in the fall and I answered with a resounding "Yes!"

Throughout the summer I continued to connect with the jocks, while going to Coach Manson’s to be fucked, often by two or more men.

For a short skinny guy, I sure was getting lots of sex, and expected to get more and more!

  To be continued . . .

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