I 'm Lester, a pretty ordinary high-school junior. I dated girls, but usually pretty ordinary ones. So I was surprised and delighted when Patricia, the head cheerleader showed an interest in me. "I'll bet you're a great kisser," she said.

The truth was that I had limited experience in kissing, having only found the nerve to kiss two girls – I never got around to it with most of the girls I dated. The thought of being with a hot girl like Patricia was better than I could have imagined.

Patricia invited me to a party at her house next Saturday. She explained that as party hostess, she would not be able to spend a lot of time with me during the party, but would make a point of finding time for us to kiss, and I could stay afterward.

That sounded great to me. Other guys would envy me being with her – I had no idea why she chose me, but for now I was just going to count my blessings.

On Saturday I arrived early and there were only a few guests so far. Patricia greeted me and said she had some time for kissing, so soon I pressed my lips to her. Her tongue parted my lips and we French kissed. "I love open-mouth kissing," she said, "So please always do it that way."

That was a rule I was delighted to follow. She gave me a beer and invited me to sit on the couch with her and watch TV until more people arrived. We sat together, and she let me feel her breasts when nobody was watching. I was one darned lucky guy!

Within half an hour over a dozen more people arrived. I recognized many of them as members of the school football team. I counted myself really fortunate that Patricia had chosen me when she could have had the pick of the jocks!

Patricia excused herself to attend to her hostess duties. I didn't see her for awhile, when she approached me from behind the couch, leaning over to kiss me. Our lips met and my mouth opened, only to receive something that tasted really strong. I couldn't identify it, but knew it was nothing I had ever tasted before. I gagged a bit over the strong taste, but still enjoyed the feel of Patricia's tongue on mine. She pulled back and said, "Just swallow, it's alright." Then she excused herself.

That was a really strange kiss – unlike I'd ever had before – I didn't know what to make of it. A little while later she returned and kissed me like that again. The taste was a little different, but similar. I didn't think that a kiss was supposed to leave a bad taste in your mouth. Actually the first kiss had a bad taste, but the second wasn't as bad.

I intended to get a full explanation of this when I stayed after the party. Patricia returned two more times and gave me a mouthful each time. Each time tasted a little better than the last – in fact I actually liked the last one. The next time I saw her she sat next to me. "So how do you like being snowballed?" she asked.

"It was the strangest kiss ever," I said.

"Don't you like kissing me?" she asked.

"Yes, of course I do," I responded, "But that was a really strange taste."

"Did you like the taste?" she asked.

"Not at first," I confessed, "But the last one actually tasted good."

"It's an acquired taste," she said, "Would you like more?"

"Sure," I agreed.

"I'll try to get some more for you," she promised.

She left and returned in about ten minutes, pressing her mouth to mine once again. This time I liked the taste, and was eager to find out what it actually was.

"You gotta tell me what that is," I said.

"It's a surprise," she said, "But I'll tell you after the party."

It was no time to argue, so I just counted my blessings and waited. When the last of the other guests had departed, Patricia sat next to me again and said, "Thanks for being such a good sport on this."

"Okay, so what exactly did I swallow?" I asked.

"Five loads of semen," Patricia said with a smile.

"How could you?" I said, "You tricked me!"

"It was the only way I could try it," she said, "You said you liked the taste, didn't you?"

"Well yes," I admitted, "Toward the end, but how did you get it – giving five guys blowjobs?"

Patricia nodded and said, "But you can do the same, and get it for yourself."

"No way!" I protested, "I'm no cocksucker!"

"But you already swallowed the loads of five different guys," she stated, "And they all know you swallowed their cum, so it's almost like you already are a cocksucker – why not give it a try?"

"I don't think so," I said with conviction.

"If you don't want to suck I can get some for you," Patricia said, "I enjoy snowballing you." I liked it too, but sure didn't want to admit it.

"I really like kissing you," I admitted, hoping to downplay the snowballing part.

"Then we'll have to do a lot more of it!" agreed Patricia.

After the party I walked home with a lot to think about. I really enjoyed kissing Patricia, but in doing so I swallowed the loads of five guys. I didn't know who they were but they all knew who I was. Patricia said I could suck them, but I had no interest in that, though I did like the taste of their loads. I wanted more, but only through kissing her.

I went to bed and jacked off. As I stroked I thought about Patricia, then the cum, and imagined unknown guys jacking off and shooting in my mouth. I came with that image in my head, and then drifted off to sleep.

I awoke once again thought about cum swallowing. As I showered I soaped up my cock and stroked. This time I thought about having a cock in my mouth, and came to the image of the guy cumming in my mouth.

When I saw Patricia at school I told her I wanted to know the names of the guys whose loads I'd swallowed. Since they knew I swalllowed, it was only fair that I'd know who they were. She agreed and said she would text the names to me. In the middle of my first period class I got the text from Patricia with all five names. Two were guys I didn't know, but three were guys in my classes. One (Jeff) was in the room with me now.

After swallowing their loads I wasn't sure could ever look them in the eyes again. At the end of the period Jeff approached me and said, "Patricia gave a great party, didn't you think?"

I nodded, but said nothing. Jeff continued, "I know about you swallowing – if you ever want more, just let me know."

I said nothing – I should have told him to go to hell, but a part of me wanted to take him up on his offer. I knew that was wrong, but I felt really confused.

Throughout the day I saw the other two guys I knew, but neither approached me. The more I thought about it, the more Jeff seemed like a really nice guy – I wondered how to approach him. The next time I saw him a said, "I've been thinking about your offer – it depends on just how it would happen."

"Why don't you stop by my house after school today and we'll work something out?" he suggested.

I agreed and thought about it the rest of the school day. I just wanted his cum but didn't want to suck him – I hoped he would be good about it.

I arrived at Jeff's house and his mother greeted me. She called out to Jeff, who joined me shortly. He took me to his room and locked the door. He dropped his trousers and shorts, then sat on the edge of his bed. "So you wanna blow me?" he asked.

"I'm not like that," I said, "I just want your load."

"So what do you want me to do, just jack-off into your mouth?" he responded. I nodded and he told me to kneel in the floor between his knees. I watched him stroke with his cock inches from my face. Jeff said I needed to stay close and be ready to open my mouth or I'd end up with cum all over my face and shirt.

It only took a few minutes until Jeff said, "Here it comes!", and I opened my mouth. Suddenly Jeff put his hand on the back of my head and pressed it down to his cock, forcing it into my mouth, where he unloaded. I never expected this, but I had no choice but to feel him squirting into my mouth. I might as well have blown him, since I how had his cock in my mouth!

After Jeff finished, he pulled out and asked how I liked it. I told him I hadn't planned to have his cock in my mouth – he just said it was the only way he knew to get it all his load into my mouth.

I went home wondering if this made me gay – I told myself that it was just an accident that I didn't intend to repeat. However, I did get to swallow his cum, which was exactly what I'd wanted.

The next morning Jeff asked if I wanted to stop by again and I agreed. I wasn't going to let him force his cock into my mouth this time!

As I knelt between Jeff's knees again he suggested that I give him a hand-job – that way I had control of his cock. I liked the fact that I was in control, but wasn't thrilled about jacking him off – that was feeling a bit gay. But I did it, and found that I liked holding his cock and stroking it. Jeff liked it a lot better too, and soon he said he was cumming, so I brought him to my mouth and held it about half an inch from my lips. That was a lot hotter than yesterday. After he finished squirting, a drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. Without thinking I licked it off. Jeff thanked me and asked me to stop by tomorrow as well. As I walked home, I thought about licking his cock – I never planned on that but found it strangely exciting.

When I got home I immediately jacked off thinking about licking Jeff's cock, and then taking him into my mouth and sucking him until he came. I came strongly – something about licking his cock was extremely arousing! I decided I wanted more and told Patricia I'd like more of her special kisses. She warned me that the guy she sucked would know I was getting it and I told her it was okay.

She must have either thought I was slow or really loved her kisses enough to swallow another guy's cum. I made sure she always told me who provided the cum, and began reaching out to them. A couple of them wanted nothing to do with me, calling me a disgusting faggot, but most met with me and let me blow them. After a few times my skill improved and they told me I sucked better than Patricia. I continued to see Patricia, who continued to delight in snowballing me from different guys. Soon I'd swallowed cum from the entire football team and was blowing most of them regularly. Meanwhile Patricia was getting a reputation as a cumslut, since she was constanly looking for new guys to blow.

I was afraid I'd get a reputation as well, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that guys didn't talk about it – they didn't want to admit they were getting blown by a guy. By the end of the school year I'd blown 37 guys from my high school, and 26 were "regulars", some needing it more than once a week. It kept me really busy – I was getting more sex than anyone else at school, and loving every moment of it.

Patricia may have thought she was playing a mean trick on me the first time she snowballed me, and perhaps it was, but it worked out to my benefit and against her. Her reputation prevented her from having a steady boyfriend, but ensured that I would have a steady supply of cocks to suck!

  To be continued . . .

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