M y name is Alan, and I'm a pretty typical high school sophomore living in a changing neighborhood. By that I mean it was originally all white, but now is about 50% black, 20% white, and the rest Asian and Hispanic. As near as I could tell there were no racial tensions in the school and while the races often clustered together, there were members of other races intermingled.

Even so, I wasn't prepared for the type of racial interaction I faced one morning. It was about 10am in World History class, and I got a pass to go to the boys room. I had to take a leak, and the way this boys room was laid out, the stalls were in the front and the urinals were in the back, so all I saw at first was a stall, but I heard sounds from back by the urinals. As I approached, I saw a white guy on his knees blowing Josh, a black guy I knew from afternoon classes. I'd never seen anything like this before and stood frozen, staring.

Josh smiled and told his sucker, "Just keep going, it's alright." I continued to watch, mesmerized by the scene before me.

Soon Josh said, "I'm gonna nut!" and pulled his sucker's head to him, unloading in his mouth.

Josh pulled out and his sucker got up. It was only then that I recognized him as Tim, also from my afternoon classes. As he saw me he blushed with embarrassment, rushing out of the boy's room.

"You seemed to enjoy this," Josh said to me, "You could do it too if you like."

"No thanks," I said, "I'm not that way."

"But you could be," replied Josh, "If you wanted to – just let me know." He left the boys room. I still had to pee but was aroused from watching, so I went into a stall and jacked off, then pee'd before returning to class. The rest of the class I couldn't get what I'd seen out of my mind. I recalled that Josh had offered me the opportunity to suck him, which of course I declined, since I was definitely straight. But as I thought about it, I remembered how aroused I got watching it. I told myself I was just aroused thinking about being sucked off, and wondering if Tim would suck me as well. I could probably force him to in return for protecting his secret. Yes, that was it – I was just aroused thinking about being sucked off – nothing more.

In my afternoon class Tim approached me and begged me not to tell anyone. I told him he could depend on my silence but wasn't quite ready to ask him to suck me. On the way out of class Josh greeted me and said, "Don't forget, just let me know if you are interested." I was quite sure I wasn't interested.

As I walked home from school I saw Tim waiting at the traffic light I approached. As we walked together I asked, "So how long have you been blowing Josh?"

"A couple of months," he said, "I do him once or twice a week."

"You like doing it?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "I never had so much sex before I started."

"But that's not sex!" I said, "Josh is the one cumming, not you."

"I cum later," Tim said, "And more strongly than ever before – you should try it."

Tim reached his home and said goodbye as I continued on home. I was really surprised by what Tim had revealed. I understood why a guy would want to be sucked, but never thought there was anything in it for the sucker, but Tim seemed to be having the time of his life!

I didn't give it anymore thought until bedtime when I jacked-off. I usually thought about girls, which was how I started, but soon I thought about watching Josh and Tim, imagining Tim sucking me. Then, without warning I found myself thinking about me doing the sucking, with Josh's big cock in my mouth. As I imagined him cumming, I shot my load, more strongly than usual. Then I remembered Tim saying that he came strongly remembering his work with Josh. I wondered if I should take Josh up on his offer, but quickly realized that a simple jack-off fantasy was a lot different than really doing it. There was certainly no harm in a kinky fantasy.

For the next few days nothing unusual happened, except that every time I jacked off I thought about sucking Josh – now I didn't even start out thinking about girls. In class my daydreams involved Josh – I realized that I wanted to at least try sucking him but was timid about really doing it.

One afternoon Josh approached me and asked, "Given my offer any more thought?" I admitted that I had but wasn't sure. "Why not come to my place after school and we can discuss it? No harm in that."

It sounded pretty innocent, and I agreed. I found myself getting hard thinking about it and had to hold my books in front of me as I walked down the hall while changing classes.

After school I arrived at Josh's house and he greeted me, explaining that nobody else would be home for at least an hour so we have some privacy for our discussion. Josh got me a beer from the fridge and we sat down in the living room. He was on a couch and I was in a comfortable chair facing him.

"So what did you think when you saw Tim sucking me?" Josh asked.

"I was really surprised," I responded, "But could clearly see that you were enjoying it – and that Tim was also."

"Yeah," Josh agreed, "I was surprised how much he loves it, but I've learned that a huge number of white boys love black cock."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Who knows?" replied Josh, "Perhaps its the size – maybe because it's so taboo – for whatever reason, many white guys just can't resist it."

"I must admit that I'm mildly curious," I said, lying about the "mildly" part, "But not sure I really want to do it."

"There's no hurry," Josh assured me, "Why not just come check this out?" Josh unzipped and took his massive tool out. I looked with interest, remaining seated.

"Come on Alan," Josh implored, "You gotta at least come over here." I got up and approached, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"You can touch it if you like," Josh urged, and I reached for his cock and took it in my hand. It was so big that I needed to use both hands. I had never been so close to another guys cock before, and sure never touched one!

It felt good in my hands, and I felt it begin to grow as I handled it. He was huge when soft, but as his cock stood at attention, just inches from my face, I found myself wanting it, but hesitating.

"Just try bringing your lips to the head – that's all," he said.

My mind was in an aroused fog, so I wasn't thinking clearly, and soon I was kissing the tip of Josh's huge cock. Without further prompting I began to lick the head, starting at the bottom and going all around it.

"That's nice," coached Josh, "Now just open your mouth."

I was handling a cock for the first time and knew I wanted more, even though I shouldn't. As I kissed Josh's cock head, my lips parted and he slipped in. I was surprised at how good it felt in my mouth – like it belonged there.

"That's good," assured Josh, "Now explore the contours with your tongue – get to know it." I ran my tongue all around the head, noting the curve of the head and the feel of the bottom of the head. As I ran my tongue along the underside of the head, Josh encouraged me, so I continued.

"For the first time, you're doin' pretty good," he said, "Keep that up and I'll be nutting in your mouth!"

I felt proud to be doing so well and looked forward to the taste of his seed. In a few minutes he began squirting into my mouth. I loved the way his cock seemed to pulse as he shot. I continued to hold him in my mouth, along with his load.

"You can swallow now," Josh said. I swallowed and pulled back, thanking him. I didn't know if it was customary to thank the guy after blowing him, but I did appreciate the opportunity.

"You are very welcomed," Josh said, "And you'll become really proficient with some practice!"

"Will you let me practice on you?" I asked.

"Sure," Josh agreed, "But if you want to get really good you'll need to suck other guys."

"Does Tim suck other guys?" I asked.

"Not as far as I know," Josh replied, "Just me so far, but if you want to suck other guys I can arrange it." I decided not to take him up on that just yet.

I thanked Josh again and departed. I had so many things going through my head. I had a strong aftertaste in my mouth after swallowing, and I felt really proud of myself, even though I'd just done something I didn't want everyone to know about.

I liked the idea of sucking other guys, but was afraid of developing a reputation, so I decided to stick with Josh for now – assuming he would continue to let me.

That night I jacked-off thinking about sucking Josh – it was really hot and I came quickly.

The next day in school I approached Josh and asked if I could practice with him again, and he told me to come to his home after school, but told me that I'd have to share with Tim.

Tim and I arrived about the same time. Josh led us to the living room where he told us both to undress. He had us both kneel on the floor next to each other and told us to stroke each other's cocks. Josh stood before us with his cock inches from our faces.

"I'll go back and forth between your mouths, and we'll see who sucks the best and gets my nut," Josh said.

He let Tim go first. After about a minute he switched to me. I wanted his load so badly I moved my tongue on his head quickly. "You're doin' good," praised Josh. Then he pulled out and went back to Tim.

I didn't like sharing with Tim, but did like handling him and him handling me. Soon Josh was in my mouth again and I sucked as eagerly as I could and was rewarded with his load. He told me that I was on my way to become a Master Cocksucker, and told Tim to suck me off. I came in his mouth almost instantly.

We got dressed and departed. "I didn't know you were working to be a Master Cocksucker," Tim said.

"I'm not officially," I explained, "But certainly like doing it."

"I'm not interested in that level," Tim said, "I just enjoy sucking, but just want to stick with Josh, though sometimes I don't have a choice."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Sometimes other black guys walk in on us like you did," explained Tim, "And then I have to blow them as well – actually I think Josh enjoys it when we get caught."

I took note of that – I really wanted to keep my sucking a secret, so I sure didn't need to get caught doing it.

The next day when I saw Josh, I asked, "How can I become a Master Cocksucker?"

Josh smiled, appearing pleased with my interest. He replied, "Mainly lots of practice, and with many cocks."

"How many?" I asked.

"There isn't a specific number, but it's more than just a few," he said, "Enough so you learn how to please nearly any size and shape of cock."

"I was hoping to keep this a secret," I said, "The more guys I suck, the more likely that someone will talk."

"If you want to be a Master Cocksucker, a lot of guys will know," Josh assured me, "But that doesn't mean they have to talk about it – what if the only guys who know are guys you suck?"

"That would be perfect," I agreed, "But how can that happen?"

"If you just suck black guys, the white guys would never know," he replied.

"Why not?" I asked.

"We don't generally tell white guys about other white guys sucking us," Josh answered, "Some find that really offensive."

"Except the guys doing the sucking," I added. Josh nodded in agreement.

"Ok, so how do we make this happen?" I asked.

"A couple of ways," Josh returned, "One is for me to line up individual guys for you to suck – or I could simply put your name and contact info out to the other black guys and they would contact you for service."

"I'll have to think about it," I said, "But for now if there is anyone you want me to suck, I will be glad to do so."

Josh said he would invite a friend over if I wanted to stop by after school, and I agreed.

Throughout the school day I pondered the two options. The second one – all the black guys knowing – sounded both exciting and scary. If I went that route then soon all the black guys would just see me as a mouth to use, but maybe that would be just fine. As long as my white friends didn't know I'd be fine. I didn't need to give Josh an answer right away – for now I'd be happy sucking guys he lined up for me.

After school I went to Josh's and he invited me in and took me to the living room where Tom, another black guy in my class was seated. Josh told me to undress, telling Tom that it was always best for white cocksuckers to be naked. I undressed and stood naked before the two of them.

Josh said, "Notice how small his cock is, even though he's hard – that's why white boys love to suck us – it's the only way they can get a big cock!" I blushed since that was really humiliated, but realized it was true.

Josh and Tom unzipped and took out their cocks. They were both huge, even though not fully erect. I dropped to my knees and they both approached me.

"Take turns sucking each of us," Josh directed. I started sucking Tom, first running my tongue all around his cock head, getting familiar with his contours.

"Damn!" declared Tom, "That feels great – I wouldn't mind getting this every day!"

"Now Alan," Josh said to me, "One important rule is when you suck a black guy, you become his sucker for life – you have to suck him any time he tells you to." I didn't say anything, since my mouth was full, but sure liked the idea of it. In time I'd have an endless supply of guys cumming in my mouth!

"My turn now," said Josh, and Tom reluctantly pulled out. I sucked Josh for about a minute, and then back to Tom. As I sucked one guy, I stroked the other to keep them aroused. It seemed to take a long time for the guys to cum doing it like this, but eventually they both rewarded my efforts with their hot loads.

Josh explained that Tom now had my cell phone number and would contact me as needed. I thanked both the guys, got dressed and went home, where I quickly jacked-off.

The next day I got a text message from Tom telling him he wanted me to suck him at lunchtime. I met him near the cafeteria and he took me outside to his car, where a couple of his friends were waiting. He told me to kneel with my back to the car while he stood in front of me and offered me his cock. His two friends stood on either side of us, providing some cover. I was really nervous sucking Tom right out in the open like this, but at the same time it was exciting. Tom came quickly and I gratefully swallowed, thanking him. Tom told me that he gave my phone number to his two friends and told me he wanted me to take good care of them.

It didn't take long before the new guys I blew contacted me for more. The very next day they texted me and told me to meet them in the drama room at lunch time. I arrived and one of the guys I'd blown was there with four others. They led me into the back of the room, behind some props and unzipped. I responded by dropping to my knees and began to suck each of them in succession. Getting sucked by a white guy had to be a huge turn-on for them, because they each only took a few minutes. Afterward, I thanked each of them and confirmed that they had my contact information.

Tom and Josh stopped me at the end of the day, inviting me to Josh's house. I especially liked that because I could be naked when I sucked. Josh had said that a white cocksucker should be naked, and that really seemed right for me. I sucked both of them, thanking them and then proceeding home.

I went from my first blowjob to sucking a bunch of guys in no time at all! I tried to recall how many guys I'd sucked and just wasn't sure. I decided that I might as well have Josh put my contact information out for all the black guys. When I contacted Josh, he said I was well on my way to being a Master Cocksucker, and he was sure I'd do well at it.

For the rest of the week, I gave five or more blowjobs a day – mostly to new guys. Josh told me of one of the boys rooms that were exclusively black. It wasn't exactly a rule, but it worked out that way. The only white guys that went there sucked for the black guys, and non-suckers avoided it. Josh told me that I could spend the entire lunch period there if I wanted.

I took his advice and found that I could do a suck line of seven to eight guys in a half-hour lunch period. It made my afternoons a lot more enjoyable having that distinctive aftertaste in my mouth.

After three weeks I was pretty popular with the black guys. I had no idea how many I'd blown, but it seemed like most of the black guys had unloaded in my mouth. As the weekend approached I received a text message inviting me to a party Friday night. I eagerly accepted, and on Friday night I walked to the address given, and found that there were at least twenty guys gathered in a basement recreation room. There was a lot of beer and porn playing on a wide-screen television – mostly interracial porn.

Josh wasn't there, as well as a few guys I recognized. There were a number of guys who looked older than most – maybe college guys. Marvin, the host approached me and said as soon as I was ready I could undress and get started. He showed me where to leave my clothes, and I started undressing right away. Once naked, I went to the center of the room, where there was a pillow on the floor for me. I knelt and immediately was surrounded by huge cocks. I began to suck one while handling two others. Marvin asked the guys to form a line and not crowd me, because they were making a video of me in action. That made me nervous, but the cock in my mouth dominated my attention, so soon I didn't give it any further thought.

I did my best, sucking for well over an hour before my stomach began to feel uneasy. Fortunately I'd blown all the guys who wanted it. I told Marvin how I felt and he said he wasn't surprised, since I'd swallowed so much. He assured me that with practice I could swallow more, and if I continued doing parties like this, soon I'd have no limit at all!

Over the next few months I went to suck parties every weekend – sometimes on Fridays and some on Saturdays – often at different locations. There may be some black guys at my school that I haven't blown, but they all knew I was available when they needed it.

By the end of the school year, I'd made arrangements to continue sucking away from school. I was introduced to a number of black adults who really enjoyed being sucked by white guys my age. Those adult cocks were incredibly huge. By now I had no limit on how many loads I could swallow – my body was thoroughly accustomed to cum as a regular part of my diet!

  To be continued . . .

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