Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2021 04:46:19 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Persuaded into Bitchdom - part 07

Persuaded into Bitchdom – part 07

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Hi guys, first of all I'd like to thank Cham Couthe for editing this
chapter. Thanks a lot, mate.

This chapter is an ode to all cocksuckers in the world whether you've
sucked a thousand dicks or are still thinking about trying your first
one. Hope this gets you inspired. Cock sucking is a lot more than just
putting your mouth on a dick.

This story is related to `from straight to bitch club', but if you haven't
read it and don't feel like reading it, it's ok, you'll still be able to
fully understand it.

Be aware this story contains and/or will contain manipulation, coercion
and/or persuasion of straight men into gay sex. There's no romance here. If
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Chapter 6

I texted Lee while I tried to understand what was going on with me.

The light in my room was hurting my eyes and making me dizzy. I left the
phone on my desk and found my bed across the room. The same bed several
guys have cum on. In my mind, I could see them coming and going one after
another as if they were fighting a fire that could only be extinguished
with warm jizz.

Thanks to my visual memory, I easily pictured their cocks too. Each one of
them. I knew which cocks were bigger, the ones that were a little smaller,
the different colours, shapes, and curvatures. The heads that were pink,
the purple ones, and the brown ones too. Some dicks had more veins than
others. A few guys had heavy balls that stretched way below their crotches,
while others were tight. And all those dicks were attached to guys. My
buds. That was the main difference between Greg and the other ones. Greg
wasn't attached to anyone. Of course, it was made of rubber, but it didn't
bother me because somehow he was still perfect.

Revolted with my situation, I found my only true friend in Greg. That's not
exactly what I was thinking at that moment but that was how I
felt. Feeling, not thinking. Maybe I regressed into a childhood dependence
on an external object so I could cope with my anxiety. I was anxious for
feeling inferior, for degrading myself as I tried to be accepted by my
peers, for walking with cum all over my body and face as if it was
normal. Some call it a transition object, like a watch a deceased father
left to his son. But mine was the dildo Lee gave me.

These objects gain a different meaning to the people attached to them. A
watch is not a simple watch when it means the connection a son has with his
father or the memories it evokes. Similarly, Greg wasn't just a dildo glued
to my desk. I cherished him as my only connection to a life where I'd be a
dominant man and not a submissive bitch. As long as I didn't accept myself,
Greg would be my only escape. My saviour.

Eventually, I turned on my desk light which was warm and cozy and turned
off the main switch. I made sure to keep my desk clean so Greg stood alone
as a sacred statue that deserved my devotion. I lowered my head on the desk
until my chin touched it and simply stared at Greg two feet away from my
eyes. He was beautiful. I didn't think about being gay or not. I didn't
need to debate about my sexuality in my room by myself. Well, not really
alone. I had Greg there with me.

Greg wanted my full attention. He demanded it. Carefully, my right hand
approached him but I didn't make contact yet. I was asking for his
approval.

At a first, caressing Greg was like petting a dog, but the feeling was
different. What am I saying? It was totally different. To me, Greg was much
more than a simple dick. I knew how to jerk off, but what I did with him
wasn't that. Once I felt authorized, I held it with my fingers. If dogs
like it when you touch their fur, Greg loved it when I massaged his shaft
very lightly in gentle and calculated movements. This is different from
jerking off. It's not about getting off, it's about making him feel adored.

I sighed. I wished Greg was mine. I wished he was in between my legs. My
reality would be totally different.

Afraid I was depressing myself, I told myself Greg was mine. Even if he
wasn't between my legs, he was mine and mine alone. The best cock of
all. And he was mine. Somehow.

`What are you doing?' My phone vibrated, startling me. It was Lee.

I let Greg go, so I could type. I thought about saying I was studying or
something, but I couldn't lie to Lee.

`Playing with Greg.' I felt weird typing that, but I did it anyway.

Lee was quick. I expected him to reply to me with another text but instead,
he called me. Not a simple call though. It was FaceTime. I wasn't ready for
that but pressed the green button.

"Hey, mate!" He greeted me from a place that was dark like mine. I guessed
he was in his bed. I imagined he had placed the phone somewhere on his
chest. "Having fun?"

Interesting question. I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"Yeah," I answered honestly.

"Where's Greg?"

I turned around and showed him Greg. Although he was on my desk behind me,
Greg looked bigger than my face. Just impressive.

"Nice." Lee smiled. "So, how were you playing with him? Just a rub?"

"Yeah."

"With spit?"

"Not yet."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure." Lee's presence didn't bother me at all.

I started looking for a spot where I could leave my phone so he could see
both Greg and me inside the frame. I tried different places and found the
best was with the phone against the wall, leaving Greg between the phone
and me. I looked back at the phone and found Lee on the other side still
staring at me. This was weird. In this position, I could imagine Greg was
Lee's cock.

Once the phone was properly placed on my desk, my hand returned to where it
was before his call. I rested my chin on the desk and massaged Greg, while
I looked at him and, on the other side, at Lee too.

Lee lowered the phone and now I could see not only his face on the frame
but also his nude torso. He had great pecs. Gosh, those pecs hid the lower
part of his face. Simply huge.

"Use your spit," Lee ordered. "He only likes it if you use lots of saliva."

I spat on the palm of my hand and resumed the massage. Lee was right. Once
I felt my wet hand touching Greg, it made sense that he'd like it better
with saliva. My hand could slide so much better from the bottom all the way
to the top.

"That's amazing," Greg continued. "I can see in your eyes how much you love
him. It took you almost a whole minute to blink."

"He's just... I don't know," I answered. "He's awesome."

"Have you ever kissed him?" Lee asked.

"No."

"Why don't you give it a try?"

I wasn't very sure if that was a good idea. Lee sounded certain though.

"He will love it," Lee assured me. "I know it sounds weird, but I know how
Greg feels. Remember I gave him to you. I said that day that it would take
you a while to understand why I gave him to you. I can't tell you how I got
Greg, but I can guarantee that I know him better than you."

"I doubt it." My hand was still massaging the shaft gently.

"I've known him for years, man. Do you hear me? Years! Trust me. No one
knows him better than me."

I couldn't fight that. Okay, Lee knew Greg better than anyone else
including me.

"And I know he likes it when he's kissed. Do you wanna please Greg? Kiss
him."

I lost my inhibitions when Lee asked whether I wanted to please Greg. Of
course I did. More than anything.

I kissed the tip first and slowly I went down the shaft, giving small pecks
along the way until I reached the balls. Once I made sure I covered the
whole shaft with kisses, I moved back to the top to cover it with a second
layer of kisses.

"He loves it," Lee stated. "And look at the passion in your eyes. That's
incredible."

This feedback I was getting from Lee represented a new step in the
relationship I developed with Greg. I always wondered what Greg would say
if he was real and now I could hear his voice even if it was only
Lee. Anyway, Lee knew Greg for years so he should be certain of the stuff
Greg liked.

"Now, Chris, let me be honest with you." Lee was into this as much as I
was. "Greg loves the attention you give him. The passion in your eyes is
just amazing. But, honestly, he's the kind of dick that is not very happy
with hands touching him."

"But you asked me to..."

It didn't make sense. Lee had said that Greg liked it when I touched
him. He instructed me to give Greg good and long wet massages and now,
after everything, how could he change his mind?

"That was before you kissed him," Lee explained. "He wanted to know how far
you'd go and your kiss was the sign that you do love him. I wouldn't ask
this from you if I thought you didn't like him, but you do so... Here it
goes. Greg only likes soft and warm mouths. Never hands."

"You mean..."

"Yeah, put him in your mouth and never touch him with your hands again."

I didn't want to go that far, but I didn't know how to say that. Lee was
still looking at me while I stared at Greg. I couldn't just not touch Greg
anymore. I needed him more than I wanted to believe. I depended on him.

I could just continue the massage, but Lee was watching me. He expected me
to obey him, and I didn't want to let him down. I could say something and
convince him this wasn't necessary. There were so many possibilities. But,
in the end, I opened my mouth and accepted Greg's head inside before
closing my lips at the tip.

The terrible taste was all over my tongue as my saliva touched the
latex. It screamed artificial and fake but I could deal with it.

"We're gonna need to find some flavoured condoms for you, won't we?" Lee
laughed. He could tell by the way I furrowed my brow that something wasn't
right.

I withdrew.

"Sorry, this feels weird," I protested. For a brief moment, I had seen
myself on the phone and I didn't like the image. My lips closed around a
thick dildo, my jaw expanded to the limit, while I stared at Lee. I've
watched chicks doing this in porn. The recollection was natural.

"Why?" Lee asked.

"Because... it feels weird." I wanted to say because I looked like a porn
actress, but I didn't want Lee to know that.

"So what do you wanna do? I know you want to play with him, but he doesn't
like it when you touch him with your hands. There's no other way. Only your
mouth."

I hesitated. Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say.

"Why don't you lick him. He likes a good licking too. Just pretend he's a
popsicle."

On the other side of the screen, I wondered what Lee was doing. He held the
phone with one hand, but I couldn't see much more. Only part of his face,
as his chin and mouth were hidden by his pecs, and also part of his abs. I
looked at him carefully but nothing came to my mind. He sounded
serious. This wasn't a joke.

I approached Greg once again and with one single movement of my head licked
him from the base to the top.

"Slowly," Lee guided me.

I did it again but slowly this time. Okay, this wasn't too hard. No, on the
contrary, it was easy and somehow fun. I enjoyed the way my tongue curved
around the shaft while I felt the fake veins in a way I haven't sensed
before. My tongue was way more sensitive than my hands. I was closer to
Greg than ever and it felt good. I was getting used to its shape and
learning about its edges and curves. When my tongue crossed the line where
the shaft met the head, I slid my tongue from one side to the other before
lapping at the top where I could use the tip of my tongue to play with his
slit. Yes, that was very graphic but the connection I created with Greg
made me continue.

Lee didn't say a word and I didn't bother looking at him either. I think I
even forgot he was there watching me.

As I continued licking the massive latex tube, I eventually found myself
putting Greg's head into my mouth again. It happened naturally this time
though. As I licked it, my saliva started running down the shaft. When I
tried to catch that saliva with my tongue, I pulled it all the way up to
the top until it got all concentrated on the tip. The only way to get that
back in was by closing my mouth around the head and so I did. To make sure
I had swallowed everything, I even bobbed up and down a little.

"Yeah, Chris. See? Like a popsicle."

I found Lee again and blushed before withdrawing again.

"Listen," Lee continued, "I can see how much you're enjoying it. It's been
more than half an hour already." I couldn't believe it. I checked the phone
and he wasn't lying. The call duration tag showed 00:42:02. "It's only the
three of us here. Forget about the rest and give sucking a try. I promise
you this will be even more fun. You'll be able not only to feel Greg but
also to be one with him. You'll feel he's alive once he's inside of you. No
one will understand him as well as you once you start sucking him."

I wasn't sure.

"It will be fun."

But...

"It's only us here."

I sighed. This shouldn't hurt.

I put the head back in my mouth and found Lee's eyes attentively staring at
me. I felt like time had stopped. Lee wasn't moving and neither was I. The
room went silent as I stretched my jaw and my ear channels got partially
blocked. I had only the head in my mouth and it filled at least half of my
oral chamber. I tried my best not to bite Greg, but it became impossible
when my jaw started hurting. Time wasn't moving fast now. No, the pain in
my jaw made me aware of my situation and the seconds turned into endless
moments of agony. Saliva ran down the shaft as I couldn't swallow anymore.

I withdrew.

"Did you feel it?" Lee asked.

"Yeah. It's hard. I can't..."

"No. You can, Chris. I've never seen such devotion for Greg as I see in
your eyes. You love him. I mean, fuck. It's amazing. People are usually
afraid of him, but not you. You can't imagine how much pain he's felt after
so much rejection."

"Rejection? You can't be serious. Who'd reject him? He's just..."

I licked the saliva that was reaching the lower half of the shaft and
locked my lips around the head again.

"You say that because you haven't tried to suck him yet. All you're doing
is mouthing the tip. For a dick that big, sucking is only possible when it
gets into your throat."

That statement came as a shock. He was right. For someone as big as Greg,
the only way to please him is by getting him deep down the throat. All I
could do was to keep him in my mouth and I was already suffering.

"It's impossible!" I agreed still in shock.

"One has done it. Only one."

"Impossible!"

"I'm telling you. It's possible but only one. Greg's never felt so
happy. That one changed my life forever."

"Damn it... But how?"

"I keep asking myself that question. I know it seems impossible. I thought
the same for so many years, but then... well, I saw that with my own eyes."
Lee wasn't lying. I could tell he was remembering the moment when Greg was
swallowed. "The problem is now Greg doesn't want anything else but to be
lodged in tight throats and holes. Hands won't do anymore."

I was devastated. How could I lodge something that thick in my throat? I
remembered my biology classes and the illustrations of the digestive
system. There's a curve at the end of the tongue. Greg wouldn't bend to fit
there. Even if I stretched my throat... was that possible?

"I'm sure you can do it. You'd do anything for Greg, wouldn't you?" Lee
asked.

"I think so."

"Do you think so?"

I didn't understand the purpose of this question or what he expected from
me.

"I mean," Lee continued, "you love him, don't you?"

"Not love..."

"Bud, how would you feel if I said I was coming to your room tomorrow to
take him away? Would you like that? Would you let me?"

"You wouldn't..."

"Unless you say you love him."

I didn't like it when these guys asked me to be more verbal. My feelings
were too tangled and confusing already, and saying anything out loud just
exposed these secret conflicts. Somehow, though, they knew that talking was
a powerful method to make my mind accept the truth of questions I still
didn't have the answers for.

I kept silent for a while. Lee, however, didn't want to make it easy for
me. He also didn't utter a word, which forced me to say something.

"I love him." I confessed something I wasn't certain of just so he wouldn't
take Greg from me.

"I can only say that this love is not reciprocated. He'll only stay with
you if you prove yourself worthy and swallow him. From tip to the very
bottom. Once you feel your nose touching that table then you count to ten
before withdrawing. That's the only way. You show me you can do it and I
give him to you. Otherwise, I take him back."

"That's unfair. You know no one can do it." Unconsciously, my hands held
Greg as if I was trying to protect him from being taken away. Lee couldn't
be that cruel.

"I may send you a few videos on how to deepthroat a cock. You can train
hard every day. You'll see that there are people out there who can do
it. And so can you as long as you train hard. Every single day." And this
wasn't the worst part yet. "I'll give you one month. I mean, Greg isn't
patient, you know. A perfect dick like him doesn't need to be patient."

There was something I wasn't prepared to accept in Lee's speech. I couldn't
cope with the fact that Greg was a dildo or a copy of a cock. I wasn't
sucking anything but the replica of someone's dick. I didn't want to let
that idea stop me from enjoying Greg's company, but I couldn't deny it
either.

"Do you want a friend's advice?" Lee suggested.

I nodded unable to say anything.

"You've let like a hundred guys cum on you already. I bet you remember each
one of them. Pick the ones you think are the kindest, the guys who will be
patient, and ask them to let you suck their cocks..."

"You can't be serious..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, but..."

"This is the easiest way. Start with smaller dicks. You start by first
learning how to suck them. Second, learn how to deepthroat them. Third, you
stop sucking and get them off only with your throat." Lee spoke in a very
didactic way so I could understand the process from start to end.

"I could try something else. Everyone does, right? A banana... I don't
know..."

I think I wasn't even considering the gravity of what Lee wanted from
me. Out of my senses, I thought it would be easier to show him there were
other options rather than trying to convince him why a straight guy
shouldn't be out there asking dudes to let him suck their dicks. After all,
Lee and I knew I'd be sucking Greg every day and, hopefully, throating him
before his deadline.

"Fruits can break, but that's not even the main point. You want Greg to be
real, right? Last time you told me how happy you would be if he could
cum. Dildos don't cum. It will help you to believe Greg is real if you
start training on real cocks. You'll start seeing Greg with different eyes,
I'm sure. In the beginning, you may feel like you like real cocks more but
eventually, you'll love Greg a lot more. Only a guy can fuck your
face. Only a guy can give you cum to swallow. Have you swallowed loads
already?"

I couldn't recognize Lee. He didn't sound like the nice guy who was kind
and patient with me and my several problems. He became so demanding since I
mentally put him and Greg together.

I hesitated again.

"What? They don't wanna feed you?"

"Quite the contrary..." I mumbled.

"What's that? What happened?" He still sounded very friendly. It was just
the topic that made me uncomfortable.

"Earlier... Craig cummed in my mouth and I didn't swallow. He was
pissed. Which I honestly don't understand because I never do. Why do they
want me to all of a sudden?"

"Coz before it was about the hazing. Now it's different. You see? It's rude
not to swallow. The dude is offering you something precious and you just
spit it out? Cum was made to be eaten."

"Bullshit!" Okay, now I knew what to say. Still afraid, my hands were
protecting Greg from Lee, but my mind got back to work. "Cum was made to go
into a pussy and make babies. That's obvious!"

"The obvious isn't always the truth, my friend," Lee said. "To start with,
you must keep in mind that cum is made of semen and sperm. Sperm needs
semen to exist, but semen doesn't need sperm. It's like saying you only
fuck to make babies. Is that true? A guy can have one, two or no sons in
his whole life and still have sex a thousand times. Which means he may need
his sperm once, twice or not at all during his whole life, but he still
cums. Don't you think nature knows that? Chicks ovulate once a month. Dudes
can cum ten, twenty times in a single day. The question now is why do men
need so much cum? It's not for babies. He can't impregnate a woman that
many times. So, what for?"

Fuck. I hated to say it, but it made sense.

"Don't you ever think it would be easier or better to just not cum?" Lee
asked. "When you're jerking off, for example, and you don't want to make a
mess but you can't help it. You still cum. Why do you need so much cum?"

I didn't know the answer. Lee grinned.

"So, the main reason a man cums is to feed his partners. The second, to
bathe them. And the third, and only then, to have babies."

"To bathe them?" I asked.

"Yeah. Didn't you know that cum is good for the skin? It can make you look
younger, sexier, which helps those who bathe with cum find other sexual
partners. I ain't lying. Google it if you want. Cleopatra used to bathe in
cum and history says she looked amazing. Am I wrong? Here," Lee found a
piece of paper and read it to me, "cum has spermidine, which has been
proven to dramatically increase the lifespan of animals by as much as 25
per cent. Spermidine is also an antioxidant and is great for the skin. It's
believed to smooth skin, lessen wrinkles, and even diminish acne." He
looked back at me through the camera, "It even works for teeth whitening
and hair growth when applied to the scalp. Dude, I know this is true when I
look at you. You look more rejuvenated after your cum showers. Your hair
glows like those from chicks on the TV."

"Bullshit..."

"I'm telling you. Look at yourself in the mirror later and see it for
yourself." Lee wasn't joking and, honestly, it was hard to fight his
arguments. "But the best is still swallowing. Cum is full of anti-oxidants,
anti-inflammatories, it's great for longevity and your health too. Cum has
zinc, potassium, magnesium, citrate... Man, why do you think cum has all of
those minerals? To coat pussy?"

"How come I've never heard any of that?" I wondered.

"Well, that's not something you'd see your high school teacher talking
about, right? Besides, in theory, you can't get all of those benefits by
swallowing only a tablespoon of jizz. You'd need a lot more. Jizz needs to
be fresh too, which brings us back to you. Man, you can easily swallow a
bucket of fresh warm juice every day. You just need to ask for it and
you'll get all the cum a person can dream of. Cleopatra would envy you."

"I doubt that," I mumbled again.

"Anyway, do you agree now that cum was made to be swallowed?" Lee asked.

"It makes sense..." I wanted to finish the sentence by saying it was meant
for chicks, but he interrupted me with a counterargument I wasn't
expecting.

"Now I gotta say one thing that will sound weird but it's also true. Of
course, chicks benefit a lot from swallowing jizz, but cum wasn't meant for
them. Nature makes us cum this much so we can feed our brothers, not
chicks. Cum is made so guys can swallow it, not the chicks."

"How come?" I wasn't fighting his argument anymore because I couldn't find
ways to do so. Lee had done his homework. Everything he said had been
carefully researched.

"It's also history, from ancient Greek soldiers to Japanese monks, they
used to swallow a lot of jizz. Younger boys growing dicks were fed
constantly. They didn't have scientists telling them this was good for
them. They just knew it coz it's natural. Cum is full of testosterone, zinc
and protein. That's the magic formula for muscle building and big dicks."
Lee said with an even bigger grin lighting his countenance. He knew I had
nothing to say to this. "And I can give you still more proof. Why do you
think men are more into sex than chicks? Men are always horny while chicks
can have sex once a week and then all the headache bullshit? Do you think
nature is really that stupid? It gives men a lot of sexual drive and leaves
the chicks complaining that they can't take cock. Why? Why would nature
want men to jerk off and waste cum on a sock?"

I still had my chin on the desk while my hands played with Greg, but
eventually, I started licking him again once I felt my hands had dried
up. I wasn't even trying to answer Lee anymore because I had no idea what
to say.

"Men are supposed to help each other. Don't get me wrong. Chicks are very
fun too. But they are for sporadic fun and that's it. They can't take care
of all our needs coz only a guy knows what another guy needs. Only a guy
knows how to handle a cock. Only a guy's body gets all the benefits of a
load when he swallows it. In theory, the weaker ones help the stronger ones
to cum and then swallow their jizz as many times as possible. A man's balls
are producing jizz 24/7 and it's not meant to be wasted. It has a
purpose. To be eaten by the smaller guys who'll grow to be big too. That's
not me saying it, it's science and putting one and one together."

"But that's gay, Lee." I licked the tip before saying that. I could only
think of how gay it would be to do what he asked.

"Nonsense. That's bullshit made up by religions to control men. Men spent
centuries swallowing each other's jizz and we're still here, right? They
were still impregnating women. It didn't make them gay. You live on a
campus where people understand that. Have you been called gay for walking
coated in cum?"

"Not really..."

"Exactly. Honestly, do you think a gay dude would survive your hazing? He'd
run and cry for help. Only straight and strong man can go through what you
went through and survive without a scratch. Think about it. In here we are
athletes. We understand that. Ain't you the luckiest guy on Earth? You not
only got all the cum you want but you also are in the only place where
people understand that. We understand that all the cum you get is what
makes you straight."

"But I don't want that..."

"You said it yourself that you love cum. You said it to me. I bet you said
it to others too. I can see that you love Greg, which means you like
dicks. And that's alright. Weaker dudes are supposed to coz that's where
cum comes from. Totally natural. Don't you feel relieved? You ain't a freak
for loving dick and cum. You're just being natural. That's what nature
expects from you. Just like it expects you to help your friends and swallow
the cum you've been spitting out. That's why you can't properly bond with
them. Can't you see? As they unconsciously wait for you to swallow their
cum, you spit it out. Probably, they don't even know why this upsets them
so much, but that's just the way things are. And while they're doing their
part by giving you their cum, you don't do yours when you don't swallow
it. This will never work."

"But why me?"

"Bro, this happens everywhere. It's not only you. The difference is that
here everyone knows about it, which is fine as long as you're here. No one
will think you're gay because you're doing that. There's no need to panic."

I sighed. Lee's words were impacting me. Although strange, his explanation
made sense and, somehow, it did ease my anxiety. It was okay for me to feel
so comfortable on my knees receiving loads on my body. It was alright to
enjoy it. It was okay to love Greg even when I saw him as a cock. That
wasn't gay. That was what nature expected from me. Well, it's so much
easier to convince someone who wants to be convinced, right?

"It wouldn't work," I spoke after another lick on Greg. "We have the no-sex
rule, remember? I can't do anything while we have that rule standing."

"Not a problem. Talk to Craig and tell him you want to lift that rule."

I froze. I found him on the screen and focused. Was he jerking off? I
couldn't see it, but the screen was shaking on his side. Nah, why would he?

"Are you crazy? That's the only thing that separates me from chaos. You
don't know those guys. They'd eat me alive. And I mean it. Literally. You
haven't seen the hunger in their eyes."

The same hunger that I saw in Lee's eyes now too.

"Nah. These guys are too much talking and not enough doing. It's always
like this..."

"What are talking about? Two of them cummed on my face when we were
attending a fucking class." I protested. Were Lee and I talking about the
same people?

"As long as there's a chair hiding them, right? I'm telling you. I think
they'd probably make you jerk them off at most. Anything else would be off
limits anyway even without the rule. The volleyball team is not known for
being too aggressive in hazings. You're not dealing with the water polo or
the hockey team."

"Hey, the volleyball team made me walk around covered in cum..."

"That's for your embarrassment only. And, as I told you, it's not
embarrassing at all. I'm telling you, if you lift the rule and want to suck
their dicks, you'll have to ask them. No, beg them. I think you can take
for granted you'll be delivering hundreds of handjobs every day, but
nothing more."

"You say that as if it's a good thing."

"And it is, isn't it? In the end, you're doing all of that for Greg. That's
good, right? Besides, trust me, you won't be a good teammate if you don't
get closer to them. They expect you to do that."

"Why me? Why not the others? Why not Juan?" I couldn't understand his
reasoning.

I heard people laughing in the hall. I thought I could recognize the
voices, but they weren't loud enough. I looked at the door wondering
whether I had locked it or not. I haven't overcome the trauma of getting
dozens of dudes invading my room to cum on me.

"I can only guess it's because you're the libero. The whole team depends on
you, so they expect a lot more from you..."

"But why can't I prove my worth by just being good at volleyball? Why do I
need to become their bitch just to prove this? Can you see how it doesn't
make any sense?"

"You can. Or maybe you could. The thing is the kind of relationship you
have with them has changed. You could've said `no' before and stopped this
in the beginning when they started hazing you, but you didn't." Lee was
saying exactly what Craig told me. "Every time you agreed to their terms,
they moved one step further and now they expect a lot more from you than
just a simple libero."

I was devastated.

"Hey, but that's not a bad thing. Not at all. You got the chance now to try
so many things and experiences. I told you... you're so lucky. You can't
see it now, but one day you will. Think with me. You're submissive, you
like dicks, you crave cum, you love Greg, you got all these guys coming for
you and you're here where you can assume your nature without judgment. Just
go with the flow. See what it feels like to be on a team where you are so
intimate with your teammates you jerk them off when they ask you to. Where
you swallow their loads. Get closer to them. Lift that stupid rule."

I sighed again as I thought about my situation. I didn't want any of
this. Or at least, this was the first thing that came to my mind as I
considered my options. Okay, so what was my situation?

1.I hated cum. Well, in the beginning, I did. Cum reminded me I was being
humiliated by those guys. After a while, though, I started to think of cum
as a form of bonding with my teammates. They didn't cum on me only because
they enjoyed humiliating me. They wanted to make me feel like one of
them. That's when cum became good. okay, I liked cum, I just didn't like
walking around coated with it.

2.I had no problems with cocks. I know this sounds weird coming from a
straight guy, but if you have a small one and see so many dicks spurting
jizz onto your body from such a short distance, you'll get a different
impression of them. Again, in the beginning, I didn't like them, but when I
saw those hard dicks around me, I understood that cocks are meant to be
different. I was introduced to so many colours, sizes and shapes, I
realized I didn't need to think of mine as small, but just different.

3.I loved Greg. That's not even in question. I felt a lot safer and
protected when I thought about him and even better when I had him in my
hands and my mouth. He assured me that although my friends had bigger dicks
than me and they all had impressive cocks, no one was greater than
Greg. And Greg was mine. Twisted, I know, but it worked.


"You like cocks, man," Lee continued. "And you'll love them when you start
playing with them. Cocks are a lot of fun. Think with me. Imagine you are
there in your room when a mate comes in. You get on your knees in the
middle of the room between your desk and bed. You feel the carpet scrapping
your knees again. It's a feeling you know and like. You're where you
belong. Your mate doesn't say anything coz he doesn't need to. He wants you
to jerk him off.

"From your knees, you're eye level with their crotches. There you feel safe
like when you play with Greg. When you're on your knees, it's not about the
dudes anymore, it's about their cocks only. And you love cocks. They don't
embarrass you. They are just fun.

"Now, imagine your mate is wearing a tank top, sneakers and loose
shorts. He was walking by and wants to nut, he's not even hard. He knows
you'll take care of everything, so he just stands there waiting for you to
do your part. It's not about him, remember? It's about his dick. You still
thank your mate though coz you only have dick coz he thought about
you. That's an honour. He could've gone to his room and jerked off, but he
decided to come by and help you. He's a true friend.

"After showing your appreciation, you touch the soft cock over the shorts
to show respect. You must be both thankful and respectful. You're letting
the dick know you'll be doing your best to make him feel good. You kiss him
gently before hooking your fingers on the waistband and bringing it down to
his ankles. That feels awesome. That feels like when you are a kid on
Christmas, unwrapping your presents. You feel good coz that's your
territory. Now nothing can affect you anymore. Now it's only you and the
cock.

"You take a good look first coz you love the sight. That's a big cock
hanging low. Heavy balls filled with precious cum you crave. You notice he
trimmed his pubes. You love pubic hair on a man. You shave yours coz you
don't think you deserve them yet, but when you find them on a real man you
love them. That shows his superiority. That shows how inferior you are and
how you like to be submissive.

"You touch his cock. Here you understand another part that no banana or
dildo will ever offer you, it's not only about the soft skin, the true
smell of a cock, the throbbing and leaking of that sweet and delicious
precum you've learned to love; it's also about touching a soft dick. It's
like a cock has two different personalities. When you see the soft cock you
want to cuddle. You feel like kissing him. Caressing him. You play with him
with your hands and your face. You feel him with your nose, your cheeks,
your chin. You tell him you missed him and you're happy he's back.

"Then the magic happens and he starts getting hard. That's one of the parts
you love the most. Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, the second personality is
emerging. That's a lot more demanding and aggressive. The hard cock doesn't
care about you. He wants to go into your throat and suffocate you. In and
out, he doesn't give you time to breathe. You are worried you won't be able
to please him, but you love the fact that you can give it a try. You also
love it coz every single time is different and this is never a boring
routine. Some cocks like mouths, others like mouths, throats,
assholes... Each has its own taste. You spend hours studying them coz you
wanna know what you can offer to make them feel good and you won't hesitate
to do that.

"This one likes your hands. You know that. Your soft hands against the hard
shaft. He loves your gentle touch. When your mate jerks him off, he's never
as careful and caring as you are. You love to know he likes you better than
his owner. You're needed, Chris. Your mates' dicks need you.

"You stare at the cock's purple angry head staring back at you. He's scary
to many, but not to you. You're there coz you know how to tame him. No one
does it better than you. You show him you're not afraid by kissing him on
the tip. You squeeze the shaft and he presents you with a translucent glob
of sweet precum. That's him telling you he appreciates your effort. You
thank his balls for such a gift by kissing them and gently handling them
with your left hand. You thank that beautiful cock. You thank your mate
again for letting you drink his tasty prefuck juice.

"Now it's time to start working on that shaft and you're happy to do
that. You make sure your hands are lubricated enough coz you don't want to
hurt him. You spit on your hands and directly on the shaft. You use your
hands to stroke him. Your hands become so warm when you touch that hot
shaft. You can't have enough. You find some more pre leaking out. You don't
wanna miss that. You lick the tip and then kiss it to show your gratitude.

"You love the way it throbs in your hands. The way it presents you with
pre. The way you're helping your bud just like he's helping you by offering
you his cock. Those minutes you have are so precious. You wish you had that
dick for yourself, but you have only a few minutes so you make sure those
minutes will be unforgettable. And after some time, you feel in your hands
that he's about to cum.

"That's the part you love the most. You've worked so hard on that dick and
he's so pleased with your effort he wants to give you the best gift of all:
a load that has your name on it. He tailored that load thinking about
you. That's why they want you to swallow it. They were made for you and not
for the floor or the drain. Wasting cum is disrespectful. It's
offensive. You ask your mate to feed you coz that's how you show him
respect too. He may have different ideas and may want to cum on your face
or elsewhere. That's not up to you to choose, but you gotta make him know
you're willing to eat his load as a sign of gratitude.

"Your mate likes it when you swallow though. He calls you bitch, but he's
not trying to make you feel bad. He will call you names coz that's what men
do. You're also a man but you're submissive and you like it when he shows
you that he understands that. You appreciate him for calling you bitch coz
he knows that's what you liked to be called. He's a true friend.

"He asks you to open your mouth coz he's about to cum. You do that. You
show him your tongue. You look him in the eyes, coz now you can't
speak. Through your eyes, you'll tell him how happy and grateful you
are. You place the head carefully on your tongue and jerk him off. You do
that slowly now coz you don't want his dick shaking and spraying cum
everywhere. That's offensive. You want to take it all into your mouth.

"Your mate moans and you are even happier now. It means the jizz is
coming. It's moving from the balls through his inner tubes into the shaft
and then you feel the first spray of cum leaving the split so fast and
violently it hits the roof of your mouth without mercy. You know this
mate's cum is thick and sour. You've tried better cum before. His cum is
far from being tasty when you compare it to the others, but you don't
care. That's still a gift and that's what matters. No one here needs to
care about what you like. It's not about you either. It's about the cock.

"You accept it in your mouth. All six spurts of thick, dense cum. So thick
you can grab it with your hands and almost shape it. You make sure you grab
every single drop in your mouth and show it to your mate. Your mouth full
with his cum. He will probably call you names again. Say that's nasty. But
that's your mate helping you. He knows you're submissive and you like being
called names. You appreciate that. Eventually, he'll ask you to gargle with
it, to swish it in your mouth as you would with a mouthwash. You hate the
taste but love the feeling.

"You may wonder why your mate wants you to gargle and swish his cum. You
were never told that but you know he only wants you to have that taste in
your mouth, not for a few minutes but the whole day. He only wants to help
you coz he knows you crave that cum. You want to remember his cock for the
whole day too, so it's only right that you can taste his cum when you go to
bed to dream about it. Sometimes you skip dinner and don't brush your teeth
just so you can feel the taste linger in your mouth for the night. You
can't live without the taste of cum anymore.

"He asks you to swallow after a while and you do it. You keep squeezing the
shaft to get the last bit of cum that's still in there. You lick the head
several times to get it all. You're so hungry. Your mate must be laughing
now but you still don't care because it's another moment you live for. You
feel his shaft going soft in your hand. That's magical. His dick is going
back to its soft personality, the one you love to cuddle and nurse. You
kiss the soft dick many times before helping your friend get
dressed. You're left on your knees as you realize you want another mate to
come by and feed you more cum.

"Did you picture that?"

I always say how Lee likes to tell long stories with unnecessary and
sometimes boring details, right? So, that's how he does it. This time,
though, I was mesmerized coz I could feel like I was there and I liked the
whole image. It was so vivid, so clear.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Now tell me, isn't that fun? A lot better than just sitting on your knees
watching them jerk off? Don't you feel like you're wasting a chance here? A
chance to have fun with those cocks and swallow loads? Choose a few of
them. The ones you are closer to and ask them if they'd let you handle
their cocks. See how it feels. If you don't like it, just say you changed
your mind. But give it a try, huh?"

My hands held Greg like he was my last hope before surrendering to my
thirst for cum. But since when was I craving it? No, it wasn't right...

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on my door followed by another one.

"I gotta go. Someone's knocking." I said before turning my phone off. I
looked at Greg but why should I hide him? Everyone knew I had a dildo glued
to my desk already.

"Who is it?" I asked. I was so fucking hard after talking with Lee. Again,
why? I had his story so clear in my head. The details were so real. My feet
touched the carpet that once had been touched by my knees.

"Me. Open up." It was Zac.

Fuck. He was not the guy I wanted to see now. I tried to fix myself but
there wasn't much I could do. Well, at least this was the good part of
having a tiny cock. I doubted he'd be able to see that.

I opened the door and he let himself in without asking for permission. He
wasn't walking straight as he crossed my room toward my bed. The guy was
drunk. He fell on my bed and stared at my ceiling as if something was
happening there. I checked it just to be sure but saw nothing but white
paint.

"Why is it so dark in here? Were you jerking off?" he said. Still no eye
contact. "Or were you jerking him off?" He pointed at Greg.

"Don't be stupid."

"Come here. You can jerk this one off." He squeezed his crotch. Zac was
wearing baggy shorts and a polo shirt. No shoes but his socks were still
on. I wondered where he was before coming to my room, but that question
didn't matter. He asked me to jerk him off. That's what mattered at that
moment. I didn't move which led him to finally lift his head to find me
still holding the door. "I will cum on you anyway. It's just that I don't
want to do it myself. I'm drunk as you can see." His head fell on the
mattress again while his hands unzipped his shorts and took his dick
out. "I bet it's a lot better than that stupid dildo. C'mon, man, be a bud
and help me out. I can't do this by myself. I'm so fucking drunk."

I wanted to touch it. I was curious. Curiosity is normal. It's natural. But
Lee did say I should find guys I trusted. Zac was far from being
trustworthy. He was exactly the one I should avoid but, at the same time,
he had this charisma that I couldn't find in the others. In a twisted way,
I was closer to him than to anyone else. Maybe that's what Lee referred to
when he said I should find someone I trusted. Zac was a friend of mine.

What could I say? Looking at him, I closed the door. I walked the short
distance to my bed and stopped a few feet away. I was considering it, but I
should first talk with him. I needed to explain myself.

"I don't know, man. This is weird, right? I really don't know. I mean, what
if I just... Fuck, I don't know." I wasn't saying much, I agree. I had a
lot to say but didn't know how to express myself. How could a straight guy
say he was curious? That he wanted to know what it felt like to touch
another dude's cock? There are so many stories of children playing with
each other's little dicks. Guys do that. It's natural. I was just curious
but if I said that he would think I was gay. That I fancied him. So I
continued mumbling words that didn't mean anything for god knows how
long. Eventually, Zac's cock went soft and he started snoring.

"Hey, Zac? Zac?" I shook him. He was sleeping on my bed with his dick out
of his pants. Was this some sort of divine providence? I looked at Greg
apologetically but I needed to do this.

Shaking from head to toe, I moved his hands away from his cock and looked
at it in a way I haven't done before. Was I really doing this?

The dick was poking out of the zipper. I could take off his shorts and then
say I was thinking about taking him to the shower, right? He's drunk and I
wanted to help him. That's all. Nothing gay. This way, I could also see if
he'd wake up.

I unbuttoned his shorts and, during the process, let my hand brush against
his limp dick very gently. It was soft indeed. It looked cute and I did
feel that connection as if something was making attaching me to it. I
wanted to feel it with my nose. Touch him with my cheeks. Damn it. No,
that's just Lee's words that lingered in my head. I'd just take off his
shorts, but... What for? I didn't know. I just needed to take them off.

Zac was wearing long blue boxers. I checked on him to see if he was still
sleeping. What was I doing? I hooked my fingers on the waistband and, yeah,
just like unwrapping a present on Christmas, I pulled his shorts down. It
wasn't easy though. Zac didn't help me so if he didn't wake up after this
he wouldn't for anything. Once I got the boxers and shorts around his
knees, the rest was easy.

He was now lying naked from the waist down in my bed. I dropped the shorts
on the floor and waited for him. I waited for a reaction. I prepared to
explain myself but nothing. He was still snoring on my pillow.

After looking at his body and paying extra attention to his dick and pubes,
I realized why I needed to take off his shorts. I wanted to see his dick in
all its glory. What was I thinking? But it's true. I lifted his polo so I
could see the whole thing, and it was beautiful. That boy was superior to
me. He had more pubes than me. His balls so heavy were hanging low almost
touching my bed as I left his legs spread open. The dick was lying to the
left totally limp.

I should be going crazy, but I kneeled on the bottom of my bed and
approached him placing myself between his legs. I first found balance by
standing on all fours and then lowered my upper body as my hands on the
mattress gave space to my elbows. My face was so close to his dick. If he
woke up, I was just trying to help him up when I fell in that awkward
position.

I put my head close to his dick and sniffed it. Gosh, I felt like a
dog. The aroma though was so different. It's not like smelling my dick. It
was different somehow. Maybe each man smells in a certain way? It was
masculine and powerful. I moved his cock with my nose when I touched his
pubes. The dick went from the left to the right when his pubes touched
me. I wasn't done though. I wanted to feel his balls too. With my nose and
cheeks, I rubbed his crotch. It did feel comfy. I did feel like I was safe
in there.

His dick was no stranger to me. I've seen it plenty of times before, but
never like this. It was way better than the last time I was in his
presence. We were so much closer now like true buds. We were so fucking
close. From another world, I saw myself on that bed. From far away, I saw
myself giving his soft dick a long kiss.

Fuck, what am I doing? This was getting out of control. I stood up and
tried to wake him up again. He just mumbled words but didn't open his
eyes. What should I do? I wandered in my room from one side to the other as
I tried to think about how to proceed. I was afraid of regretting something
I'd do next. I fucking kissed his dick. I was out of my mind. I couldn't
let this continue, but... I wanted to feel his dick growing in my hands. An
experience Greg would never offer. I had to. This was my only chance. I was
just curious.

I kneeled by the bed and very slowly reached for his dick with my right
hand. I could still say I stumbled and ended up with my hand on his
crotch. But he wasn't waking up. His dick in my hand felt so good
and... warm. Just like Lee said. It was so different from holding Greg. I
hoped Greg would forgive me but this was so much more real. The smell, the
warmth, the texture, the way the skin connected to the shaft inside was so
uniquely different. And then, it was happening, it was enlarging in my
hands. I've had my dick going hard in my hands a thousand times before, but
this was something else. First because his cock was way bigger than mine,
but the idea that I was giving him a hardon was so appealing. My hands were
doing this to him. I was the owner of that hardon. It belonged to me as I
created it. It's a sense of ownership that you don't have with your own
dick because it does belong to you. Here this basic concept didn't make
sense anymore. This hardon was mine and I was responsible for whatever
happened to it.

Like a creature to its creator, I saw him growing to its complete
hardness. Mine. So big and powerful. Mine. So different from my own. And
still mine.

I did want to jerk it off, but not only that. No, I've jerked off my cock
so many times. My cock was different. This one deserved more attention and
love. One jerks doors and ropes. No, I didn't want to jerk his cock. If it
were mine, I'd caress him so gently. Well, in theory, it was mine now. I
pulled the skin down and saw the cock's head staring at me. Angrily. As Lee
said, it had acquired another personality now. I moved my hand up and down
very lightly a few times until I squeezed a drop of precum out of the
slit. It wasn't intentional, but it happened. It wouldn't be respectful to
just leave it sitting there. Lee made that so clear. But still, I couldn't
lick it.

I brought my left hand to the tip and scoop it all before bringing it to my
mouth. How could I've never tried it before? Sweet! Magically sweet and
tasty. I was shaking from mixed feelings that I couldn't understand. Should
I kiss it again? He deserved a kiss for being so nice to me.

"Having fun?"

I released the cock and stood up. The questioning voice came from behind
me. From the door. I turned around to find Will, the guy who cummed on my
face during a class. Not him!

"I was just... He's drunk... I was helping him..."

"I saw that," he let himself in the room. "He said he needed to jerk off
and disappeared. So I find him here but he's not jerking off. You
are. Jerking him off. I didn't know you were doing it. I even asked you to
jerk me off that day and you refused. So rude, bud."

"It's not that. I swear." I looked at Zac. He was still sleeping. His dick
going soft again. Why was I looking at his dick?

"Come with me." He invited me.

"Where to?"

"Just come, man. Relax, okay?"

I didn't have any choice on the matter. What could he do against me?
Everything! I could see it unfolding before my eyes already. He'd blackmail
me. Of course. He'd ask me to jerk him off or he'd tell everyone I was
giving handjobs. Damn it! That's not what I wanted when I decided to touch
Zac's dick. This was all my fault. The way I couldn't control myself. I was
just curious. A dude with a tiny dick who wanted to know what it felt like
to touch a bigger cock. That's all.

I followed Will. I left my dark and cozy room and stepped into the brighter
corridor. Will was wearing his typical preppy costume with a stupid
pullover hanging on his shoulders, expensive shorts, a polo shirt and
shoes. He had a nice body, wide shoulders and a firm butt too. What the
hell? I can't lie. Lee's had fucked up with my head. I needed to get him
out of there.

Those white walls, the red carpet, dozens of doors that had witnessed so
much history inside that building.

Will entered one of those doors and I followed suit. This was the first
time I entered a room beside my own. It was the same. Of course, they are
meant to be the same, but I didn't expect to find the same bedsheet, the
same desk and wardrobe. The difference was in the minifridge I found
between the door and the desk, and the TV on top of the fridge. I knew it
was allowed for students to have minifridges in their rooms if they owned
one, but I wasn't so sure about the TV. Anyway, I don't think they cared
for rules. I also noticed the cans of beer scattered around the room. No
wonder Zac was drunk.

In the telly, I found a game on pause. He had a Playstation. Rich boy.

"Is this yours?"

"No. I don't live here. This is Zac's."

"Oh."

I was walking on eggshells. I was still trying to figure out what I'd say
when he faced me with the unavoidable questions and the blackmail. It
didn't take him more than a few seconds of silence to bring it to me.

"So, you like giving handjobs?"

"I was just curious, okay?" I couldn't come up with anything else, so I
came with the truth. Or what I wanted to believe to be the
truth. "Thousands of guys showing me dicks, well, I got curious. Every guy
does that. It's normal. Now what? What do you want? Will you blackmail me?"

"Hey, calm down." Will sat on the bed while I stood there by the door. "Do
you wanna come in and close the door or will you stay there with the door
open so anyone can listen to us?"

I was stupid indeed. I closed the door but then didn't know where to stand
or what to do.

"Sit here." He pointed to the spot on his left side of the bed.

I sat and looked straight unable to face him.

"I don't want to blackmail you. What would I even want from you?" He
laughed. "What could you give me?"

That sounded rude. Was he talking about money?

"I don't know. What else? What do you want from me?"

"Listen, I saw you in your room. I get it. You were curious. That's totally
normal. You're right. Did you satisfy your curiosity?"

"Why?"

"Just asking."

Stupid question. I just didn't have an answer. Whatever I said would sound
gay. Unable to form meaningful sentences, I remained quiet.

"It's not nice to use a friend who's passed out on your bed and touch his
intimate parts as you did."

Fuck. Was he suggesting I abused Zac? Did I?

"He offered. I swear. He came into my room and asked if I wanted to jerk
him off..."

"But you did it when he was unconscious in your bed. It's still fishy. If
he complained you'd be in a lot of trouble..."

"What do you want, man?" I asked losing control of myself.

"Hey, calm down, okay? I'm just saying that if you're curious, you must do
whatever you want with a conscious guy."

Will stood up and walked to the very centre of the room. He left his
pullover on the bed though.

"Come here." He ordered.

I stood up too and stopped in front of him.

"On your knees."

"No. I'm not doing this."

"Dude, it's only the two of us here. I swear I won't tell anyone. It dies
here. I'm the only one who knows you're curious about touching dicks. Try
mine now and you won't have to do it ever again. And you won't need to
explain yourself ever again either. I'm trying to help you out. That's
all. Do you think I need a dude to give me handjobs? I got plenty of pussy
to fuck."

I hesitated. Could I trust Will? I barely knew him and I didn't like the
much I did.

"Listen," he sighed, "it's now or never. I'll give you five seconds then
that's it. 5, 4, 3, 2..."

I knelt.

"I just want to touch it." I insisted.

"No! The fuck you'll give me a boner and then will leave me with blue
balls. You touch my cock, you make me cum. You touch my cock and you gotta
do whatever I ask. Okay?"

Well, if I wanted to touch his dick, I could have the whole experience,
right? So, I nodded.

"Another thing," he announced in a friendly manner, "if you do go for it,
keep in mind I like to play it rough. Like calling you names and
shit. Don't take it personally, it's just my way of having fun. It's up to
you to continue or not."

I should be expecting this because it didn't stop me. I had to try this.

My hands were not as shaky as before this time. I guess because now I was
dealing with a guy who was conscious and willing to let me play with his
dick. There was no risk of having him waking up on me.

I unbuckled his belt when I realized I was about to touch my second
dick. My focus shifted from Will to his concealed dick. I've seen his cock
before, but this was different. My second dick on the same night. I was
such a slut.

As I stopped worrying about Will I could only think of his dick. It was his
dick and me now. `No rush,' I told myself. If this was going to be my only
experience with a cock, I should make it unforgettable for both of us, his
dick and me.

At first, I was a little unsure about how to proceed, but Lee's voice
started guiding me. Like a puppet to that voice, my head neared Will's
shorts. I couldn't see his dick yet, but the image was already clear in my
mind. I sniffed the fabric of his shorts.

"What are you doing?" Will asked.

Fuck, he was breaking the magic.

"You said I could do anything," I answered without looking up.

"Ok. I was just unsure. Go on."

I took it as an authorization to now do anything I wanted but, at the same
time, it made me aware that regardless of my motivations and desires, I had
to be careful coz he was still there watching me.

I kissed the shorts very lightly in a way he wouldn't notice then
unbuttoned his shorts before unzipping them. I don't know where Lee got his
references, but it did feel like unpacking a present. Greg, for instance,
was always there hard and waiting for me on my desk, but not this. Will's
dick was concealed. Distant from me, I had to go for him. I had to wait for
his owner's permission. Access wasn't to be taken for granted. The feeling
was amazing because it mixed some sort of taboo with pleasure.

I could see Will was wearing white Calvin Klein's boxer briefs. I hooked my
fingers on that waistband and pulled it down slowly. I first saw his blond
pubes, then the top of the shaft until I could find its head hanging low on
top of his balls.

"Happy? It took you a while." Will spoke.

"I just want to..."

"It's alright. You can borrow him for now. It's all yours. Will you be a
good bitch and take care of him?"

Again, I should be expecting that.

"I will."

"I will what?"

Here we go.

"I will be a good bitch."

"Good."

I thought I could nuzzle his cock as I did with Zac's. I wanted to touch
him with my face and kiss him, but I could not. Not with the attentive
glance of Will who watched me from above. But, damn it, I wanted to. If
this was going to be my only chance, I had to.

Afraid of what Will would say I moved my face closer to his crotch.

"Do you suck dick?" he asked. "Fuck, bitch. This is getting better than I
thought."

I could've answered, but didn't bother to. I started nuzzling his cock as
I'd do with a chick's hair, or as I imagined I'd do when I got the chance
to touch my first set of tits. But those weren't tits. Those were Will's
dick and balls. His pubes giving me a different experience if compared to
Zac's. Yes, each dick brought a different feeling to it. Different smell,
size, warmth. Amazing! You can't get bored with cocks.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You said..."

"I know. I'm just curious. Ain't you gonna suck it?"

"No."

"Such a cock-teasing bitch."

"Thank you." I looked at him in the eyes.

"What for?" He laughed. "For calling you a bitch?"

"For letting me touch him."

"Him? Are you talking about my cock? Fuck, bitch." He laughed harder.

"You said you'd let me do whatever, remember? I want to do this coz I'm
never gonna do this again. So, can I?"

"Okay! Go on. You're welcome."

When Lee described the guy who'd let me play with his dick, he was
definitely not thinking about Will. This dude was just annoying.

I was pissed but when I took his dick in my hand, my anger faded away. This
was the second real dick I had in my hands and it felt incredible just like
Zac's did. Will's cock was longer and softer. The skin covered the whole
head and not only part of it. The shaft was a little thinner than Zac's but
way thicker than mine. A real dick.

"Sorry, okay? I just have never seen someone touching it... touching him
with so much... passion? Bitch, look at you. Do you really like dick that
much?"

"I'm just curious," I mumbled. "This is new to me." Did I look I was in
love with his cock. Was I? How could he say this based solely on the way I
looked? Why could everyone read me so easily? Everyone knew everything
about me. Whatever I told Lee or whatever Karl has ever told me was part of
everyone's knowledge. From my relationship with Bob to the time I started
playing volleyball, people were always one step ahead of me.

"I heard you got a small dick, is that right?"

See? How could he know this? Were people talking about me that much?

"Who told you that?"

"People talk."

Of course, they do.

"It's..."

"You don't need to answer. This was rhetorical. Well, maybe this is why you
love other guys' cocks so much, right? You don't have a dick, so you gotta
learn what it feels like to be a man and have a cock through us: the real
men. It makes sense, huh?"

"Yeah... maybe."

"It's okay. I know you're just curious but think with me. You have so many
dudes willing to let you play with their cocks. You don't need to stop
here. You can get to learn a lot more if you do the same with all the
rest. Bitch, this is the Disneyland of cocks."

"You swore you won't tell anyone."

"I won't. I'm just saying you can get to reconsider your idea of jerking
only my dick. But that's up to you."

Will wasn't my teammate. Neither was Zac. I got nothing to do with these
guys and yet there I was showing all my submissiveness to him.

His dick was growing in my hands. My focus shifted back to him. It was hard
to describe the pleasure I felt when it happened. I had done that only once
with Zac but the same emotions were taking over once again. I was creating
another hardon. Mine and only mine. The second angry boner I got in my
hands to deal with and now I could go all the way.

I didn't move my hands when it was growing because I wanted to feel it. The
way my fingers, that were until then closed together almost like a fist,
started to move to accommodate the new size. It throbbed and pulsated as
blood pumped into the shaft. The head that was covered showed up in all its
glory as if it was another dick. I was amazed again.

Once again, I didn't want to jerk him, but to caress and gently move my
hand up and down the shaft as I'd do with the soft skin of a fragile
girl. Will, however, wasn't pleased.

"What the fuck are you doing? My dick won't break. Do it for real."

That's when I realized that my connection with a cock would never be
entirely about me and the dick only as Lee suggested. Whether I liked it or
not, a real cock was different from Greg as it was attached to his owner's
mouth to say how he wanted to be touched and tastes would always change
from cock to cock. I gotta say that in the beginning, I was a little upset
but after a while, I realized it was actually good. I got to play with
dicks in different ways too. I just needed to know how each guy liked to
have their dicks handled and they would never need to teach me again.

It seems like I was thinking about touching other dicks, but no! It was
still just the way Lee's story was still lingering in my mind. That's all.

That's not exactly how I wanted to proceed, but what choice did I have? I
looked up at Will and he looked as angry as his hard dick.

"Put him in your mouth and let me fuck your face."

"No!"

Honestly, I didn't want to suck dick. It's not primarily because I was
afraid to be labelled as gay, but because I just didn't see myself sucking
cock. I was curious to feel it in my hands and understand how they
worked. I wanted to know what real dicks could do and how I could please
them. It wasn't my feminine side flourishing but, on the contrary, my
masculine self telling me he needed to touch a dick to be able to
exist. How is a man supposed to live without a cock? I had been convinced
by Lee that I didn't have one. First, Greg was the closest thing I had for
a dick and he wasn't real. Second, I've seen so many cocks much better than
mine spurting cum on me that made me curious to touch them.

"I see. You like something more romantic. I got it. So be a good lover and
look at my cock. Yeah. Now say something nice. I want to hear you talking
to him."

I did want to do that, but I was afraid of Will's reaction. If he wasn't
there I wouldn't think twice.

I continued looking at the cock in my hand unable to come up with anything
to say. This wasn't normal, right? I haven't seen anything like this
before. Who'd talk to dicks? Well, I did talk to Greg, and he was a great
listener. The thing is Greg and I had a connection. I knew him for a long
time. Will's dick was new to me. I didn't know him well enough and I had
decided not to say a word until I witnessed another moment of pure
magic. From the slit came a translucent pearl of precum. I was so
privileged to see it from so close. Like in slow motion, I saw the slit
opening and that viscous drop surging so little at first but then gaining
body and fulling up to a full glob. This is when I realized that Lee was
somehow right when he said that dicks have personalities. Will was there
saying shit, but when his dick presented me with his precum he was telling
me to forget about Will for a moment and focus on him again. This was not
about Will. This was about the dick in my hand.

"I'm glad to help," I said.

I closed the gap between my face and the head and my lips touched the
cock's tip. My tongue hesitated for a second but it did move forward to
lick the pre. I've had gallons of cum in my mouth but nothing was so nice
like this. I could listen to Lee talking to me, asking why nature would
make it so sweet if it didn't expect you to swallow? I had no doubt. Precum
was made to be swallowed. And so I did.

"Will you suck it?" Will insisted.

"No," I answered calmly as I moved back.

"I don't understand what this is about... Anyway, will you make me cum or
not?"

"Just shut up, dude."

"Hey," Will took my face by the chin and made me look at him. "I'm being
nice here helping you. You don't ask me to shut up."

"Sorry."

"You said you'd be a good bitch. You..."

Someone was opening the door. It was all too fast. Zac broke in and found
me on my knees with his hard dick in my hand while Will held me by the
chin.

"I hope you didn't finish," Zac spoke as he entered the room and closed the
door behind him. He still looked drunk but not as bad as before. "I told
you the first load he'll swallow is mine."

Zac wasn't wearing his shorts. He walked back to his room using the shorts
to cover his dick. He stood on Will's right side after throwing the shorts
on the corner presenting me with his cock again.

"Leave this to me," I think he said this to Will. Zac then hooked his hand
under my chin replacing Will's hand with his and turned it to his side. "I
want you to finish what you started, Chris. Grab my cock and make me hard
again."

Did he know I was stroking his cock? I was still in shock from the moment
he broke in I haven't moved a muscle.

"This is the worst handjob ever," Will complained.

"It's because you're too impatient. He's still learning, right babe?
Handjobs can be tricky, right?" He should be talking to me now. "Tell him
you're just learning but that you will do your best to please all your
mates. The first two dicks from hundreds. It ain't easy. Gosh, it must be
overwhelming. Let me help you." He took my left hand and brought it to his
cock and started jerking off with it. "Hey? Chris? Wake up!"

"Sorry... I..."

"It's okay. I'm here now. Can you jerk the two of us? I didn't want to give
you two dicks like this, but I didn't expect to pass out and... Aaaaanyway,
this is even better, right? We know you love cocks and now you got not one
but two," he showed me `two' with his fingers, "two great dicks to play
nice and slowly. You can do whatever you want, okay? You can jerk, you can
rub, nuzzle, kiss, suck, anything. What do you want, babe? My dick's still
soft. Do you wanna smell it—I mean, him? Do you wanna take a good sniff?
Let me help you." Zac stepped forward and put his dick right in front of my
face.

"Dude, you'll scare him," Will said.

"Are you scared?" Zac asked me. "He can't be. He loves dick. You love dick,
right?"

I wasn't scared. I was just lost and confused. What was going on?

"Just step back and let him do his thing," Will explained.

"Oh! Okay! Sure." Zac stepped back. "Sorry, I'm... drunk."

"I can see that," Will laughed.

It was all too much and nothing like I had imagined. I couldn't do this. I
stood and turned around to leave, but Will rushed to the door and stood
between me and my way out.

"Hey, listen. Don't pay attention to Zac, okay? Remember what I told you?"
Will had put his hand on my chest. His dick was still hard pointing at
me. "I said this is your only chance. You have in this room two buds who
understand you. We're the only ones that know you love cock. You're still
curious. You want to make these dicks cum, remember? If you step out of
this room, you'll still be curious. This won't help you. Here," Will pushed
me back until I felt the bed on my legs and sat down. He passed me the
video game's joystick. "We were playing Fifa. Do you like soccer? You can
play something else too."

"I've never played Fifa..."

"What about Resident Evil?" He showed me the games' boxes. "Metal Gear?
GTA? We got Crash too. Have you played it?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Will changed the games while Zac sat on my left side before laying down.

"Fuck, I'm so drunk," he rubbed his face with his hands.

"You're so dumb, dude," Will said.

I couldn't help but watching his soft cock moving from one side to the
other.

When I faced the TV again, I found Will's hand offering me a beer.

"Have one." I took it. The can was open already so I just had my first sip
while Will fixed the game. "Crash is a good choice. We can play as a
team. Choose your character."

I had played this game before. It was fun. I liked it. Will was being nice,
too nice to be true. I didn't expect him to be like this.

Zac stood and I watched his ass while he walked to the fridge.

"Hey, you ain't drinking any more beer," Will stated.

"No beer, man. Just water. Relax." Zac took the bottle, turned around and
drank from it. I was facing his soft dick again. So nice and beautiful. I
simply stopped playing and the telly showed a `game over' screen, but I
didn't care. Apparently, neither did Will.

"Chris?" Will whispered in my ear. "Zac wants to play the game. Will you
let him?"

"Sure."

"Ok," Zac said before walking to us and sitting beside me again. "I said
okay. Fuck it, Will."

They started playing the game while I watched them. I focused on the TV for
a few minutes but, eventually, I lowered my head to find their cocks
again. Will noticed it. Probably, he was just waiting for this moment to
move on.

"Hey, Chris," Will whispered in my ear again. "Why don't you kneel again?
You don't wanna watch that stupid game. You wanna watch these dicks here,
right? So kneel, turn around and focus on what matters to you. Dick!"

"Yeah, bud," Zac whispered in my other ear, "you wanna watch dicks not
games. You can play with them too. I promise we won't say anything. They
are all yours."

"Two fucking dicks, Chris. All for you. Zac and I will play games. You can
pretend we're not even here. It's only you and the cocks."

"Go on, bud," Zac spoke, "kneel. C'mon. You want it. You know you can't
leave here without making these cocks cum first. That's rude, man. You
don't wanna be rude to these cocks."

"You love cock, Chris."

"Will you kneel now?"

There's something so sexy about whispering in someone else's ear. I had
goosebumps with these two doing it at the same time. I couldn't resist
them. I kneeled and turned around to meet again my two new friends.

Zac and Will sat close together so I had better access to their dicks. I
looked at them and their owners and realized they had their eyes on the
telly as if I wasn't even there. Just the way I wanted it.

This was still different from the image I had in my mind as now I had two
dicks to deal with and not only one, but I can't deny I liked the change. I
took them in my hands, one in the left, one in the right. Now, I could feel
the differences at the same time, in real-time. It's amazing how dicks are
put under the same category although they can be so different.

"Stop doing that," Zac spoke. He was talking about the game.

Zac's cock was thicker and smaller compared to Will's when soft. I
approached him with my face and sniffed again. I liked it. It was clean but
had a characteristic smell that was different from his friend's. Similar
but different. I wanted to understand why. Why each cock has a particular
and unique smell? I thought about asking the guys, but I didn't want them
saying shit about me again. I'd need to find out by myself. I wanted to
know if different smells corresponded to different sizes. Again, I was so
curious. I had touched my dick and smelled my hand. I thought I knew how I
smelled. This was something else.

Feeling safe, I licked the head of Zac's dick. Zac moaned but didn't say a
word. I just wanted to check if they had particular tastes too, but I was
presented with a whole new experience. I loved the way I made Zac moan by
just licking his dick's head. Fuck, I wanted to have a private moment with
those cocks but, at the same time, I realized I didn't want to please only
the cocks but their owners too. Was that what Lee meant when he said I was
submissive? I wanted to offer pleasure without getting anything back. These
guys weren't touching my cock. They'd never do such a thing but still,
there I was doing that for them.

For a moment, I also considered how weird it was for the two of them to see
me there, a guy, sniffing and licking their dicks but, as they told me so
many times, they knew I loved cocks. It was okay. I was safe with them. I
had nothing else to hide.

Exposed, I surrendered to my instincts. I moved from Zac to Will. I wanted
to know if he'd react like Zac. With my hand still on Zac's dick, I licked
the tip of Will's cock. He didn't moan, so I licked a little more. Still,
nothing happened but, in exchange, I saw it growing bigger. Fantastic!
Simply amazing! Men take boners for granted, but there's something so
amazing about them. The whole process of watching a cock growing and moving
by itself. I didn't touch it during its growing time now. I just watched. I
was paying close attention to the head. The skin that covered it retreating
as the shaft expanded until the head showed up again. Red. Angry. His slit
felt like an eye watching me back. Greeting me `hello again.'

I moved back to Zac and licked his dick's head some more. Zac moaned and
his cock was now growing too. I held Will's dick with my hand as if saying
I wasn't abandoning him and watched Zac. This time, though, I held his dick
coz I wanted to feel the process too. I couldn't describe the way it made
me shiver that feeling in my hand.

I loved cocks! What's in it not to love?

"Shut up, dude," Will spoke. Whatever they were talking about, I didn't
want to care but... Lee said I should thank them, which meant I couldn't
just forget about them. Was that rude?

I looked at them again. I heard the sound coming from the TV. They were
still playing. They were focused.

"Thanks, guys," I spoke up.

They found me there kneeling and holding their boners, one in each hand.

"It's alright. Take your time," Will said. It's funny how he changed ever
since Zac stepped in the room. It felt like another person.

"If you want any tips though..." Zac started.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Have you ever used lube to jerk off?"

"Lube?" I was that stupid. "Like spit?"

"It works too, but here," Zac took a tube of lube from under the bed and
gave it to me. "I like it better with this lube here. It's so much more
fun, bud. The way your hand slides easily from top to bottom."

He squeezed a few drops on the head before speaking again.

"Don't worry coz this is tasteless. It's blowjob friendly."

"Why do you need lube?" I asked as I guess I'd never know the answer as I
didn't have a dick myself.

"Coz it feels more like it's a blowjob than a handjob. Truth is bud, guys
like blowjobs better than handjobs. You see, we can jerk off ourselves, but
can't suck. Does it make sense?"

"Kinda..."

My hand slid up and down the lubed shaft and wow! The way it moved so
easily felt like those dry engines had been oiled up. As Zac said, it was a
lot of fun.

"Are you sure you don't wanna suck them?" Will spoke after a while. "You're
just curious. We understand that. We ain't gonna judge you and it never
leaves this room."

"No, not sucking..."

"So gimme some natural lube, will ya?"

"Spit?"

"Yeah."

I wanted to spit on my hand, but he didn't let me. He closed his fist on
top of mine and held my hand in place.

"The best way to lube the shaft is by either sucking or licking the shaft,"
he took my hand with his left hand and brought it closer to his cock. "Just
one lick, bud. From the balls to the head."

I hesitated but he insisted.

"C'mon, you've done it already. I bet you're gonna love it. You love cocks,
remember? You gotta get a real taste of a real man's loving machine. You're
just curious. It's okay to give it a try."

When I realized it, I had my nose in his balls. I was curious indeed. Fuck
it, I needed to try that. I was curious. I pushed my tongue out and licked
slowly his shaft from the ways to the head. I had done that with Greg. It
was similar but definitely a lot better. It didn't taste rubber. It was
skin, of course, but just like his smell was unique, so was the taste. I
guessed it was related to his sweat. Men's balls sweat a lot inside the
underwear. Men's dicks also get hard and leak pre from time to time. And
it's not only the natural tastes, there's also the soap he uses to wash his
cock and even the detergent and softener he uses to wash his
undies. Everything gives each cock a particular and unique taste.

"How was it, bud? Did you like it?" Will spoke once I finished licking his
shaft. My tongue was still out and connected to the head.

"It's not bad."

"Of course, not. How could it be bad? You love cocks so you should love the
way they taste, right? It's just natural."

It made sense. I did like it and there was nothing wrong with it. I was
just curious and it was perfectly natural.

"Do you want to try it again? Maybe the taste changes if you keep licking
him."

He had a good point. Would the taste change after too many licks? I did the
same again but this time I didn't use only the tip of the tongue. I used
almost half of it as I pressed my head against his shaft.

It tasted good. Still the same but this time I didn't taste much of the
soap. It tasted more like skin. His real taste.

"Come here. Try mine." Zac offered.

I moved to his side and licked his dick as I did to Will's. I could still
taste his cock. It was way more pungent maybe because of the lube? But it
was still there. The taste of sweat that I was learning to differ greatly
from person to person. Zac moaned again but a lot louder now. I liked it so
much.

"Do you like it?" Zac asked.

"Yeah..."

"You love it, right?"

Did I love it?

"Yeah. I can taste the lube."

"I have different kinds of lube here. Different flavours too. Wanna try?"

"Ok."

Zac stretched his body to find a box full of different lube tubes.

"Banana, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, cherry..." He had a lot! "Which
one do you want?"

I felt like I was in an ice cream shop.

"Banana?" I spoke without thinking too much about it.

"Good choice, banana lover."

Still not thinking about what was going on, I lifted the hand that held his
dick and showed it to him thinking he'd squeeze the liquid onto it.

"No, it doesn't taste nice like that. It needs to be mixed with a dick's
juices and a real man's sweat. Here," he squeezed a good amount on his
cock, "mix it first."

I didn't know how to do it, so he explained:

"Just jerk my cock a little and it will mix. Yeah. Nice. Now try it."

I licked it again and the taste of banana was there. Ripe artificial
banana. I could still taste Zac which made the banana taste like him.

"Now try it on Will's."

Will took the tube from Zac's hand and squeezed just three or four drops on
his dick.

"You used too much. Our bud here is not like one of these stupid bitches
that can't deal with the taste of a real man and needs this shit to fake
the flavour. Our bud here loves the taste of a real cock better. Right,
bud?"

I indeed preferred the natural taste of a cock to the artificial banana. I
nodded.

I mixed the flavours and tried it on his dick now. I could still taste the
banana, but his dick's natural flavours were a lot stronger. Yeah, this was
much better. The banana was still ripe but, somehow, sweeter now. I guess
Will had leaked some pre when I mixed everything which made it even better.

"Try some more," Will squeezed two more drops of lube onto his cock. I
mixed it and licked it again. "Do you wanna try strawberry?"

He took the tube in his hand and showed it to me.

"Yeah."

"Can you clean my cock first?" I looked back searching for something piece
of cloth to use, but that's not what he wanted. "Nah, use your mouth. You
ain't giving me a blowjob. Just wrap him with your lips, as deep as you can
get, in the way in you use your tongue to wash him with your tongue and
then you suck the saliva off with your lips on your way back."

"But that means I'm sucking you..."

"Yeah, one quick suck isn't a blowjob. We all know this ain't a blowjob,
right?" He asked Zac.

"Course. This ain't no blowjob."

"See?" Will held my head from the back of my neck and brought me close to
his cock again. His grip changed so he was now holding me by the hair and,
like this, he pressed the tip of his dick against my lips. "Just to clean
it, Chris. This ain't a blowjob."

I tentatively licked the tip. It was sweet like nectar. This really was
meant to be swallowed. I opened my mouth and let it in. Will pulled my head
down until it touched the back of my mouth. I stopped him.

"Are you sure that's all you can take? Try another inch?"

I still had half of his cock out of my mouth. I thought I could have at
least another inch in. The back of my tongue was now pressed tightly
against the head of his cock. There wasn't enough space for the two of them
back there but somehow it fit.

"Good, bud. Now make it wet with your tongue. Use lots of saliva."

I literally washed his cock with my saliva. I could taste the banana and
his juices too. I hate to admit it, but his cock tasted great. The worst
part was how I thought having his dick in my mouth was way better than just
licking it. Did it mean I liked sucking dick? No, I would never do that.

I thought I was done, but Will still had his hand on my head.

"No, bud. A little more. Stay there for another minute."

I tried to speak but could not.

"What? Is it too deep?" Still grabbing my head by the hair, he helped me up
half the way before stopping me from letting it all the way out. There must
have been a gallon of saliva going down his shaft and onto Zac's
bed. "Better?" he asked.

I said `Yeah' somehow.

"But now you can't get my cock clean which was the whole point. You can get
him back where he was before, can't you?"

Maybe I could. I didn't know.

"Let's try it again."

Will pushed my head down back to where the tip of his dick was lodged at
the back of my mouth. I was trying not to close my lips, but my jaw started
hurting and I didn't find any other option. He quickly noticed it.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. This way you can keep the saliva there."

I don't know how long I stayed there. The only things that made me aware of
time was the cock throbbing and leaking in my mouth.

Will helped me up again just to push me down after a few
seconds. Eventually, I was growing tired and he let me off altogether. As I
went up though, I made sure to close my lips tight on the shaft to make
sure it was clean for the next round of lube. That's how I noticed
something that I had felt with Greg before. It's different when I felt the
cock with my hand and then with my lips. With lips, I could feel each vein
that popped out. But nothing felt so unique as sensing the bump that came
when my lips moved from the shaft to the head and then how the head's
texture felt in my mouth. I never noticed that. The head looked so smooth,
but in my mouth, it was a little rougher than I imagined. I couldn't help
but wonder if all dicks were the same.

"Now, clean mine," Zac invited me.

I hesitated again.

"What?" Zac asked.

"The way he forced my head up and down felt like a blowjob to me." I stared
at Will who smiled.

"Just a little bit. Yeah. But it ain't a blowjob if you don't get your
mouth off and go back again. Besides, you were moaning, dude. I bet you
loved it in your mouth."

Did I moan?

"You didn't like it, man?" Zac asked. "C'mon, you love dick in your mouth."

"I..."

"And my dick loves mouths too. They were made for each other. You wanna
please my cock, don't you? I doubt it hurts to put him in your mouth for a
little bit. And just a little bobbing can't be that bad."

"You can't use your hands," I said. I didn't want him forcing me up and
down as Will did.

"No hands but you got to suck me for as long as you sucked Will. It's only
fair," Zac said while Will showed me his watch. It read 00:08:46.

"Bullshit. I didn't suck Will for almost nine minutes."

"You did, bud. Listen, let's make a deal. For every minute you suck Zac's
cock, I'll feed you a drop of pre. For each minute you suck my cock, Zack
feeds you with his pre too."

"You must be kidding. I don't see myself winning anything in this deal."

"Of course you win. You get to suck cock and still taste pre. Man, first, I
don't need this. I get a lot of pussy. Second, you can't hide it
anymore. You love it. And you can only trust us since we're the only ones
that know that. If you don't suck, you don't get to swallow pre anymore."

I was worried but Zac looked anxious. He stared at Will as if not believing
his ears. What would I do?

"Okay." I was defeated. I just needed to go to the end with this. I
wouldn't do anything of the sort ever again, so it shouldn't be a
problem. I had to feel it all.

Zac laughed. "Hold on. We gotta change something here. I don't want you to
clean my cock. I don't want you to just suck it clean. I want you to give
me a blowjob. I want you to admit it. I want you to put your mouth on my
cock and go as deep as you can then come up just to go down again. Up and
down for nine minutes. For every minute you get a drop of pre as your
reward. Fuck, this sounds absurd, but... Is that clear?"

I nodded, humiliated.

"So, what are you going to give me?"

"A... a blowjob."

"Good. Do you know how to give blowjobs?"

"Not really."

"Anyway, I'm sure you're gonna learn quick." Zac got another random tube of
lube and squeezed it on his cock. "You better learn quick."

"Hey, he likes it better without lube," Will stated.

"And I like it better with lube. I like it sloppy. Now, c'mon, bitch. It
won't suck itself."

I didn't want to do this, did I? No, I didn't. Still, there was something
about sucking cock that made me curious. I wanted to test if the texture of
his dick head was the same as Will's. And what did it taste like? His cock
had fewer veins than Will's. Did that mean I'd still feel it with my tongue
and lips? What about the size of his dick head? It was bigger and fuller
than Will's. Would I be able to tell from the way it felt in my mouth?
Could it lodge in the back of my mouth as Will's did? The questions didn't
stop coming as I pressed my lips against the tip to kiss him. I again stuck
my tongue out to lick the pre. Not surprising to me, it tasted great. Good
texture and consistency. I wondered if all guys produced great pre like
these two. Believe it or not, I've never tried mine.

Although he had promised he wouldn't use his hands, I felt them forcing me
down.

"No hands," I managed to say.

"But you're teasing me too long."

Zac became a different guy since the moment I said I'd give him a
blowjob. This was his true self.

Will knelt beside me. I could see him from the corner of my eye as the head
of Zac's dick slid into my mouth.

"You don't know how to give head, right? Can I help you?"

I didn't have any say in this even if I wanted to. Was he going to suck
Zac's dick too?

"Let me show you how I like my cock sucked." He put his hand on the back of
my head as Zac withdrew his hands. "You're gonna practice on his cock
before sucking mine."

"Hey! Not fair," Zac protested. "Why does he practice on mine and go for
real on yours?"

"Coz I have more experience," Will answered. "We both know you barely use
this lube you have there. Let me teach him, okay? I bet I can do this
better than you anyway. That's why you called me, right? So, leave it to
me."

"You just get a lot of head coz you're rich. I just want to make that
clear," Zac protested.

"Whatever, dude. The point is I got more head than you. That's it. Now let
me teach him, alright?" Then to me, he said, "Ready, bitch?"

I was still looking at him from the corner of my eyes. I was scared. What
was he planning to do with me?

"It's alright, bud," Will said. The way he said `bud' showed his
intentions. It didn't sound friendly anymore. It was ironic. Almost
sadistic. "I'll take care of you now. Let's start easy, okay? But you're
gonna have the whole experience before you leave this room tonight. This
way, you can't complain that you haven't sucked dick for real coz you are
going to suck dick as experts do before I'm done with you."

I wanted to respond, but nothing I said made sense.

"I said it's okay. We'll start easy. But let's cut the love shit now coz
what I want from you now is more like passion, not love. Do you understand
the difference? Do you?"

I didn't, but I pretended I did.

"Ok. I'll push your head down and you let me know when it touches your
throat, alright?"

"Dude, you're gonna scare him," Zac said.

"Shut up, man. I'm tired of this shit already. You want him to suck cock,
so let's make him suck cock. I came here for a blowjob, not for this
bullshit. You can tell the guys later that this is on me."

He pushed my head down unceremoniously until I felt the head touching the
back of my mouth at the point where I felt like gagging. I warned him.

"Good. Now, you see you still have a good three or four inches still out of
your mouth? What do you do with that?"

I didn't know. Was pretending it didn't exist an option?

"It needs to go somewhere. Some guys like to have their bitches stroking
that part, others prefer when it goes into the mouth. I'm more like the
second type, but I can teach you what it feels like to try both
approaches. Hold the base of his dick. Yeah. Your hand will move with your
mouth..."

"He's using his teeth," Zac mumbled.

"What?" Will asked.

"I can feel his teeth," Zac spoke louder now.

"That's not good, bitch," Will said to me. "Let's try this again." He
pulled my head up until I had only the tip in my mouth. "Open your mouth
wider. You can't scrape cock with teeth. That's lesson number one to any
good cocksucker."

I felt degraded, but I did ask for this. Lee had said that guys behave
differently, that cocks have different tastes when it came to being
pleased. No cock was the same. I considered sucking dick part of a one-time
experience, but I didn't imagine it would be like this. Not with Will
fucking my mouth with Zac's cock. I thought it would be more gentle and
even romantic. It's worth explaining that I wasn't loving their cocks per
se. That's stupid. I loved the idea that I could play with dicks as I'd
play with mine if I had one. I loved a missing part of my body.

The question then was if I'd fuck throats if I had a dick like
theirs. Would I? I couldn't understand why guys liked it rough. Will said
it. Lee warned me. I've heard that before. I always thought I'd be a gentle
lover in bed but being romantic didn't seem to be the norm.

If I had a bigger cock, I'd probably want to fuck throats too. This came to
my mind as I felt Zac's dick throbbing in my mouth still angry and
demanding. Having a real cock means you want the others to know it. Damn
it, I'd be so proud of my cock I'd walk naked whenever I could just to show
it off. I'd want people talking not about my gentle side, but my rough
one. I've never seen chicks bragging about fucking guys who were romantic
and nice. That only happens in the movies. In real life, chicks talk about
the guys who fucked them nice and rough. That's more like Tina Turner's
`Proud Mary.' Gosh, where was I going with all this thinking?

These guys were proud of their cocks. I'd be too if I were them. They
deserved throats. Greg deserved throats too. That's their privilege and
their right. I just didn't want to be on the giving side of the equation.

"Cover your teeth with your lips and make sure you drench his cock with
your saliva. You don't want to burn your lips bobbing on a dry cock."

"Just use more lube," Zac interrupted.

"Shut up, dude," and back to me again. "Ready? Let's start easy. The hand
you have on his dick will be like an extension of your mouth. It will cover
the part your mouth doesn't reach. This is something amateurs usually
do. Pros do it too, but when pros do this, they do it coz they want to try
something different and not because that's the only thing they can
do. Let's begin."

Will's hand forced me back down on Zac's dick. With my hand attached to my
mouth, I was able to stop once my little finger reached his pubes. I was
safe, but the cock was still deep in my mouth. Not deep enough to make me
gag but at the edge. He held my head in place.

"Saliva, bitch. Lots of it. Drench that shaft. A wet cock is all you want
now." I tried my best to coat it. "Don't you feel bad for having your hand
there? It just proves you're a worthless cocksucker. I doubt Zac's gonna
remember this blowjob once you leave. A ridiculous forgettable blowjob. A
forgettable cocksucker. There's nothing bad about being a cocksucker. On
the contrary, you should be proud of it. Real men need bitches like you. We
are even thankful you exist, but a lame cocksucker is just a waste. If you
want to suck cock, you may as well do it right, don't you think?"

I didn't want to be a cocksucker. Yes, I was sucking a cock, but it was a
one-time thing. These two guys would know it but to the rest of the world,
I'd still be a normal bloke who once walked around covered in cum on the
campus. But other guys have done worse. It's okay, I assured myself.

No! That is not entirely true. I never liked to be average. What about
worthless and forgettable? I didn't want that, but what's the point of
being a good cocksucker if this was only a one-time experience? If no one
else would know about this?

"Now, let's bring your mouth to the top of the dick. Yeah. Use your tongue
and swirl around and feel his head. Every guy loves it when you do a good
job with the head. That's the most sensitive part. This also means, don't
you fucking use your teeth on it. Understand?"

I nodded somehow.

The head of Zac's dick was way smoother than Will's. So nice, it felt like
an extension of my tongue. I can say without any doubt that the head was
the part I liked the most. I even used my tongue to play with the slit and
I bet it was rewarding me with a good dosage of pre.

"One minute," Zac stated.

"Ok." Will stood up. "Here, bitch. Your prize." Will showed me his
dick. There was a drop of pre there. I looked up and he motioned to the
cock again. "Lick it. That's the deal."

Still keeping my hand on Zac's cock I approached Will's with my tongue and
lapped up the pre that oozed from there. So fucking good! But so
humiliating!

"Ok, back to your playground." He grabbed my head again and forced me onto
Zac's cock. "Let's try a little bobbing."

Will forced my head down until my finger reached Zac's pubes and then
pulled me back up by the hair like a ragdoll. Once the head was the only
part left inside, he forced me all the way down. But not only that. He
forced me to take a little more. My hand was still there to keep the cock
from entering my throat, but the little finger gave way to the ring one.

Every time he pulled me up, he'd force me down with more force. His arms
were not only pulling my head up and then pushing it down. He was applying
force too. My neck tensed up once I realized my hand wouldn't be enough to
keep me safe from suffocating which made him apply even more force. From
the corner of my eyes, I found him again. He was scowling with pure
anger. Something clicked when I saw his expression.

I made sounds as I tried to tell him this wasn't okay. I was afraid he'd
end up tearing the hair from my scalp.

He pulled my head up until the tip was touching my lips.

"Two minutes," Zac said.

I licked the pre from the head of Will's cock, but took the chance to
speak.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"I'm helping you. No, really! Once you get the dick in your throat, this
will get a lot harder. I'm getting you ready. That's all." Will was sweaty
and even panting a little due to all the effort on my head.

I didn't like that, but I wasn't leaving. Why?

From the moment I realized Will would make me deepthroat their cocks even
if it meant suffocating me, I got myself thinking about Greg again. Lee had
told me about deepthroating Greg and how hard it would be. All the training
I'd need to go through before being able to get that mammoth deep in my
throat to the balls. I had one month to do that. Zac's cock was nothing
compared to Greg. Will should be thinking he was threatening me with his
actions, but he didn't know I wasn't thinking about their cocks anymore. Of
course, I enjoyed the way they felt in my hands and mouth and all the
benefits I got from them. But Greg was much better than them. It was for
Greg I was doing this.

Lee had told me not to badmouth my mates' dicks, but this situation
required a stronger approach.

I scoffed.

"I'm not scared of your cocks, dude. You're not even that big."

"Oh, really? So why don't you take it in your throat?"

I looked at Zac's cock. Fuck, it wasn't as big as Greg, but still big
enough to choke me.

"Go on."

I forced myself on his cock until the moment it passed the limit that
separated mouth from throat and started gagging. I didn't stop though. I
tried again and again until I concluded it was a lot harder than I
imagined.

I had water coming out of my eyes and nose. There was also this viscous
liquid from my mouth, something I didn't know I had inside myself. I made a
mess on Zac's bed as it spilled out.

"What's wrong? I thought we weren't that big." Will laughed.

I tried again, but it just wasn't going in.

Zac stood up, leaving me there trying to recover.

"He's just beginning, dude. You gotta be more patient." Zac stated in my
defense while he used tissue to clean his dick.

"I can see that," Will sounded a little calmer now. "Listen, I don't want
to kill him, okay? I just thought he was one of those natural cocksuckers,
you know? The ones who can take cock to the balls on their first try? This
is just lame."

"I know, but not everyone is like that." Zac agreed. "He's a bad
cocksucker, that's all. Can't blame him. He can get better..."

"Nah, that would never happen. I know this kind of cocksucker. The way he
protects his throat from invasion with his hand. Terrified it might choke
him. You are either born with the skill or not."

"Yeah, that's unfortunate. But I bet he can still give us good handjobs."

What were they implying? That I couldn't suck cock? I could suck cock. I
could deepthroat Greg if I wanted to. Damn it! I was just useless. I
considered asking them to let me try again, but what for? I could pretend I
didn't know the reality, but there was no denying I couldn't deepthroat. I
was a terrible cocksucker, period.

"Hey, bud," Zac put his hand on my shoulder, "you can give us handjobs,
right?"

I nodded. Defeated again!

"I could've found a chick to suck me tonight, but instead..." Will
complained, "here I am. Wasted night! Receiving hand from a useless
cocksucker. Anyway, this is still better than nothing."

My heart sank. I was devastated. They stood on each side of me while I, on
my knees, stroked their cocks. The magic was gone. There was still
something inside saying this was good, but nah!

"I'm gonna cum," announced one. The other said he was close too.

"He doesn't deserve to swallow it. Just shoot on his head," Will ordered.

They brushed my hands away and jerked off to completion. They didn't let me
finish them off. This should mean something terrible. I received their cum
on my head but wasn't thinking about it.

"Get out, bitch. Useless!" Will said still angry.

I stomped off back to my room. Pissed! Cum dripping from my hair onto my
shoulder. A few guys walked by:

"Is gooey back?" One of them asked.

"Fuck off!" I yelled before storming into my room and shutting the door
behind me.

I was so angry I could explode. How dare those two say I couldn't suck
cock? Wasn't I good enough to swallow their cum? Wasn't I worth their cum?
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was worth their cum!

I scooped a good glob with my right hand, looked at it for a few seconds
and then brought it to my mouth. I let it sit there. I swished it
around. The taste wasn't good. No, it was too bitter and the texture
reminded me of snot. Fucking nasty snot. But I was worth it! I swallowed. I
scooped more and only stopped when I had swallowed every single drop. I'd
show them.

I lie down on my bed. I couldn't look at Greg. I couldn't do
anything. Everything was still so alive in my head. Fuck! Fuck!!! How dare
they say I was a useless cocksucker?

Time went by, and I calmed down. The questions started changing. Why was I
pissed? I should be happy. I wasn't a cocksucker, that's the fucking reason
I wasn't a good one. That's all. Everything that happened was nothing but
an experiment driven by that stupid curiosity. It was over and would never
happen again.

I found my phone on my desk beside Greg. I felt like touching him but
didn't. I laid on my bed again and texted Zac.

`You can't tell anyone. You promise?' That was my biggest concern.

`Promise.'

Should I trust him? What about Will? I was so stupid.

When I woke up the sun was rising. Someone was knocking on my door. Before
opening it, I took a quick look in the mirror. I had dried cum on my
face. I didn't bother cleaning it off. Everyone had seen fresh and dried
cum on my face already. Not a big deal.

I opened the door to find Zac there.

"What now?" I asked. He let himself in as usual.

"Will was so rough with you yesterday. I came to apologize."

"Dude, it's five in the morning. You can't be serious."

"Shhh. Everyone's gonna hear you."

He was right. The whole place was silent.

"He was rude. Both of you were."

"I know. I'm sorry, okay?" Did he mean it?

I sat on my bed. He sat on my right side.

I could've said anything, asked him to fuck off forever, it was all up to
me. I could've ended this whole nightmare once and for all. I could have
Zac turning away and never knocking on my door again. I could've ended it
like a real man. I could...

"I can't be that bad," I blurted out.

"Bad?" Zac pretended he didn't know what I was talking about. I was getting
pissed again. "Oh... Ooohh, a bad cocksucker?"

"Shhhhhhhh."

"Sorry. I mean, you're... you're just not good."

"Fuck you."

"Do you want the truth? Or I can just lie to you."

I sighed. Greg was there staring at us, ashamed of me. How could he share
the same roof with a horrible cocksucker?

"I prefer it when I jerk off," I gave him the evil eye. "Hey, that's just
the truth."

I looked away. This was rude.

"You can practice though. Will said you have to be born a good cocksucker,
but that's bullshit. That never happens. He was trying to put you down. You
can't be good if you don't practice. No one is."

"How do you know?"

"There are thousands of tutorials online teaching how to suck dick,
dude. If you couldn't learn by practicing, you wouldn't find this stuff on
the net, right?"

"And how do you know that?" I looked back at him.

"Well, I had chicks sucking my cock, but no one did a good job. That's why
I started buying lube. I thought they didn't like the taste, so I offered
different flavours. But nothing worked. Then I found these tutorials online
coz I thought I could teach them how to suck dick better. But they didn't
listen."

The conversation was surreal. Now it was Zac's turn to look away across the
window.

"Do you wanna practice?" He murmured.

"What?"

"Here's the thing. I don't have much practice being sucked and that
sucks. You don't know how to suck dick... Well, we can help each other."

Why did his proposition sound fair?

"I don't wanna be a cocksucker..."

"Well, technically you are already. But a bad one. The only thing you can
change now is how good you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh... You can't change the fact that you are a cocksucker. You sucked cock
so you'll forever be a cocksucker no matter what happens. The only thing
you can change is to become a good cocksucker rather than a bad one. That's
it."

So weird. I should feel insulted but he wasn't lying. Maybe I was just too
sensitive after all. Once I thought Bob was the sensitive one, but
apparently not.

Zac and I turned our heads until our eyes met. It's funny. I've seen many
sides of Zac, the horny, the happy, the angry, but this one seemed the real
one. He wasn't just trying to use me this time. Although weird, he wanted
to help me.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Will you be offended?"

"No. Just shoot."

"Would you suck me? If I suck you again. This would make everything so much
easier for me."

"I can't. I don't wanna be a cocksucker. You wanted to. You've become one
coz you wanted to. No one forced you, right? You said it yourself..."

"Yeah, I remember."

Silence.

"Can I ask you something? Without you getting offended?" Zac said.

"Shoot."

"Why do you want to have your cock sucked?"

"Who doesn't?"

"You gotta tiny cock, right? I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird? For the
chick, I mean. Or for a guy. I don't know."

I should feel offended again, but he wasn't even the first one to say that
to me. Lee, the guy I trusted the most, said something of the sort to me
and I listened to him. Lee asked me not to touch my cock again. He said
that by touching my pencil dick I'd make myself sad and compare myself to
others. I should only touch Greg. I've been doing that and, yeah, I didn't
miss jerking off. I was horny but jerking off didn't feel like a possible
solution for that anymore. I just didn't know why.

"Why would it be weird?" I was honestly curious. That was a question I
didn't have an answer to.

"I mean... You saw how you sucked my cock. You held it in your hand while
you sucked it. It was big enough for your mouth and your hand. I bet that's
a lot of fun for the cocksucker. But a tiny cock... I mean... Do you know
what I mean? Isn't that like sucking a limp dick? It must feel like, I
don't know, sucking a worm?"

I sighed.

"How big is it?" he asked.

"Small."

"Small like a little finger?" He showed me his finger.

"Kinda."

"Uh..."

"I wanted to be like you," I confessed.

"Nah. We are all unique. Dude, you may have a small cock, but you got a big
ass." I've heard that before. "And I'm sure you can become a great
cocksucker."

"I don't understand the connection between having a little dick and being a
good cocksucker."

"I don't know... Maybe you can compensate for your little cock by dealing
with bigger ones."

I shook my head.

"I mean," he continued, "you have a ten-foot long dildo on your desk. I
thought that was the reason why. You compensate one with the other. Why
else?"

"I don't do anything with him," I lied.

"You don't need to lie," he said. How did he know I was lying? "Yesterday,
I saw the dildo and it was wet. Your desk was covered with spit. And don't
lie. I know spit when I see it. You were sucking it, weren't you? I don't
think you're gay. You said you aren't and I believe you. But you are
obsessed with cocks and dildos. If you ain't gay, then it means you at
least like to have bigger ones around to compensate. Am I wrong?"

Was he? This was so hard to explain. I had no idea what to say because I
didn't understand it either. I knew I wasn't gay. I knew no one would
believe it, but I wasn't. My connection with cocks had nothing to do with
relationships with men. I still thought of myself getting married to a
chick. Having a family maybe. The one thing that changed though is that now
I couldn't picture myself fucking them anymore. I was embarrassed because I
knew they wouldn't like my cock. I would never be able to please them with
something so tiny. So, in the end, Zac was right. I should be compensating
for my lack of dick with my mates' cocks. But I knew that already, didn't
I?

"Yeah..." I said.

"That's what I'm saying. Don't take me wrong, okay? It's just that I think
you don't need to jerk off your dick when you got so many bigger ones to
jerk and suck. Why bother with yours? It just looks like a waste of time to
me. That's all. I mean, if you had no option then okay, but you do... There
are so many more options."

"So what do you suggest?"

He'd convinced me already. I understood his reasoning. Although difficult
to grasp, it did make sense. Now, I wanted to know what he had in mind more
practically.

"Well, it's Saturday. Why don't we go for an intensive course? We start now
and only stop tomorrow night? I'm sure I can cum ten or more times a day,
so it wouldn't be a problem. By tomorrow night I'm sure you'll go from a
bad cocksucker to a great one. Do you want that?"

That idea was so outrageous but, at the same time, so correct. I still
didn't want to become a cocksucker, but that wasn't an option anymore. I
realized I could live with the idea that I was a cocksucker. I just didn't
want to think I was a bad one. If I were to remember what happened with Zac
and Will years later, I'd feel better if I knew I had been praised for my
skills rather than ridiculed.

"Ok," I agreed.

"Good," I guess he couldn't believe his ears. "Oh, good, yeah, great!" Zac
became increasingly happy. "Amazing, really."

"But this ain't about you," I said. "This is about me learning how to
become good at... sucking. You'll just be lending me your cock for
practice. Then, after tomorrow, we never talk about this again. No one is
to know about what happened here. Deal?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Ok then."

"So, uh... How do you wanna start?" Zac was containing his excitement.

"I don't know. What do you think?" I was so embarrassed.

"Uh... How about we start now? Get on your knees."

I've done this before. I could do this again, but I was ashamed. I couldn't
control it. There is an obvious hierarchy between two dudes when one
becomes a sucker and the other the suckee. In practice, I accepted my
submission to Zac. Embarrassing but, somehow, pleasing too? Why should I
feel okay with this arrangement?

I kneeled. I wanted to just suck cock this time. I didn't want to have the
full experience as I pictured yesterday after my talk with Lee. Zac stood
in front of me. His cock hidden by his pajamas. It was different
already. His dick wasn't soft. It was hard and trying to pierce the
flannel. I looked up.

"You still gotta do this for yourself," he said.

"This is embarrassing..."

"Hey, I understand you only want to suck cock. All the rest may feel like
you're giving in too much. But cocksucking isn't only about sucking
cock. Great cocksuckers know that. Yesterday you showed me you do love
cock. You can't do it well if you don't love it. You gotta bring that slut
out again if you want to do this right."

"I don't know if I can. Or if I want to."

"Just look at it... I mean, him. You like it when I call my dick `him,'
right?"

I don't think it was a matter of liking, it just seemed natural.

"Look at him, you love him, his balls, his pubes, his purple head leaking
pre."

He did know about all the parts that appealed to me. In other words, all of
them.

"I saw the way you nuzzled him yesterday. The way you smelled him. Dude,
that's so hot. You may be bad at sucking, but you're great at showing
affection and that's an advantage. You do that and I can guarantee that
even if you don't suck like a pro, you'll never be forgotten."

Slowly, I approached his crotch with my face. I pressed into his concealed
boner with my face. It smelled like detergent. I could feel the flannel
gently brushing my cheeks as his dick poked my forehead. I sniffed again. I
mostly smelled detergent, but there was something more pungent and subtle
too. It was his manhood. I guessed Zac hadn't showered since last night so
he probably had dried cum on his dick. Those drops that insistently leak
even hours after orgasm. When not cleaned, they cling to the head, the
pubes and shaft leaving an unmistakable scent that I knew well from
smelling myself. It wasn't strong, but it was there.

I started kissing the shaft from the bottom to the top. Several times until
I stopped at the tip and put it in my mouth. I could now taste the clean
fabric against my tongue. It absorbed the saliva. The kiss had turned dry
but it was still nice. Gradually, my mouth released more saliva and the
cloth damped up. I looked at his shorts. It was wet in the spot where the
head was pressed against. I did that.

"You love big cocks, huh?"

"Yeah." There was no denying anymore.

"Do you wanna pull him out?" Zac suggested.

I hooked my fingers on the waistband. My heart beating faster as I pulled
it down. His dick got stuck in the waistband so when released, it slapped
against his abs with a loud `pah' sound before bouncing up and down before
my eyes.

"Let's make this first one fast. I'll last longer after but now I just
wanna cum. Make me cum."

I was okay with that, but I wanted to have that full experience they didn't
allow me the day before. I must've looked disappointed.

"Don't worry," he patted my head. "I cum faster the first and second times,
but after the third, I can go on for hours without an orgasm. You'll have
cock to suck for so many hours you're gonna complain."

I couldn't see myself complaining yet.

I took his dick with my hand, but Zac stopped me.

"No hands. We can practice jerking off another time. Let's focus on sucking
now, okay?"

"Don't tell me I'm not good at jerking off either..." I worried.

"Well, it's better than your sucking, but we can practice that too. I don't
know what it's like to have a tiny dick, but I guess jerking bigger cocks
must be totally different. But it's okay. Don't be sad. I'm gonna help you,
okay? Thing is now I want a blowjob, not a handjob."

That was absurd but still made sense. So embarrassing. I didn't know how to
jerk off. A man my age didn't know how to jerk off.

Zac dropped his shorts and stepped out before taking off his shirt. I
didn't understand why he had to strip to get a blowjob. He gave me an
explanation:

"I know you love cocks, but I guess I can make you love masculine bodies
too."

"Disgusting."

"Well, I bet you thought dicks were disgusting too, right? And yet you
changed your mind. I'm here to help you ain't I? I think you'll feel a lot
happier when you realize you love the whole body and not only the cock."

"Whatever," I answered sure that it wouldn't happen. I had a nice body
myself. I could understand my fascination for cocks as compensation for my
small dick, but I couldn't say the same for my body.

"Ok, put the head in your mouth and suckle on it for a minute before
sucking."

I took one last look at his dick head. From this close, it wasn't smooth,
but weirdly it felt smooth on my tongue. It should be the saliva filling up
the cracks on the head.

"Use your tongue on the bottom to massage it. Yeah, good. Leave it there
and suck off the pre you love so much. Good, fuck this is amazing."

The experience was different this time if compared to the day before. I had
time now. Zac wasn't forcing me either.

"Now get it deep down your mouth. Let's check your limit again."

It hadn't changed from the day before. I was afraid I would never be able
to go any further. From the corner of my eyes, I found Greg. Somehow, I was
doing this for him. How would I ever be able to throat him if I couldn't
throat Zac?

For Greg, I decided to give it a try. I forced my head forward just to find
myself choking and coughing as more of that viscous liquid came out of my
mouth. As I tried to recover, Zac used it to lube his dick.

"I didn't know about this until yesterday," he was talking about that slimy
liquid. "I looked it up on the net, they say it's mucous that protects your
throat. It may come out when you insert something in your throat like
dicks. They say it's for protection but I think it's for blowjobs. It's
there for a better purpose, right? It feels a lot better than lube."

"Not fun," I had water coming out from every hole in my face.

"It is for me," he laughed. "C'mon. You can choke but you can't take this
long to recover. Kills the mood. Open up for me."

I put his cock in my mouth again and started bobbing back and forth slowly.

"Look at me."

I looked up. It was an incredible sight I gotta say. His nice abs, the pecs
holding his hard nipples, his face showing how hot he was for me. The way
he frowned and bit his lip when I touched the right spots with my
tongue. Amazing how everything was connected.

"Put your hands on my ass and fuck your mouth with my cock."

His smooth ass was also something I had never thought about. Muscled and
firm, they were great to hold. I used my hands to bring his body closer to
me and give me more cock. Enough to keep me from gagging, but deep enough
to make him moan. Zac moved his waist back and I pulled him to me again. In
one of those motions, he came forward and his cock entered my throat
choking me again.

"You got it there," he celebrated while I gagged.

"Fuck, this is impossible."

"It's not. Go slowly this time. Focus, alright? One inch at a time. You
don't need to get him deep in your throat at once. Come here."

He took me by the hair and pushed my head deep onto his cock until I got to
the limit. It was rough, but a lot nicer than Will.

"One inch. That's all. Focus!" He put his fingers around his shaft like a
ring. "Here, get your lips here. Relax your throat and breathe through your
nose. You gotta think my dick won't suffocate you. Better yet, try not to
think. Forget about it all. You know when you can't sleep coz you start
thinking too much? It's the same. You won't be able to take all of it if
you don't stop thinking."

I tried, but it didn't work. I did try my best, but how could I not think
when I've got a cock sinking into my throat? We tried several times, but
I'd always end up coughing while throat mucus scattered everywhere.

"This might take longer than I thought," Zac commented. "Just give me a
normal blowjob coz I need to cum. We'll train your throat again after
that."

I agreed. I needed to rest.

"Let me fuck your head. Don't worry coz I won't force him in your throat."

Zac took me by the ears and fucked my mouth as he would with a pussy. I
looked up but he wasn't focused on me. Zac was looking up at the ceiling. I
wondered what he was thinking about. Before my eyes, I found his sexy pubes
getting closer and then farther from my mouth repeatedly. He didn't take
too long to cum.

"Don't swallow," he ordered. "Keep it in your mouth."

I thought he'd ask me to swish it in my mouth as Lee had warned me. Again,
the taste wasn't good. Far from it. His cum was a little salty and the
texture terrified me. Still, I accepted it.

He had his spasms. He panted loudly as he tried to find his balance
again. He took his dick out of my mouth, got a glass I had on my desk and
gave it to me.

"Spit," he ordered.

I didn't understand but complied. Why wouldn't he ask me to swallow? Isn't
that what he wanted from me? Isn't that what all men expected from their
cocksuckers?

I didn't need to ask why. My question was obvious.

"You don't deserve to swallow cum `til you learn how to properly suck a
dick."

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Nope. Cum is a gift I give only to those that deserve it. You don't. Yet!
I'm sure before the day is over you'll be swallowing a fresh load but also
this one here." He retrieved the glass from my mouth and left it near Greg.

We had breakfast and trained some more. I just couldn't throat him. Not
even that extra inch. Nothing. I was useless. Zac was still patient, but he
wouldn't let me swallow his jizz. On the third trial, it took me a lot
longer to make him cum. I didn't have the notion of time, but it was easily
over an hour. That's when I noticed another huge issue about sucking
cock. How much my jaw ached from being stretched for that long. It's
terribly painful. I had to withdraw every three or so minutes to close my
mouth and rearrange my jaw that couldn't take it any longer.

"What's going on, dude? Rather than improving, you're getting worse," Zac
complained.

"My jaw. Fuck. It's worse than the dentist, like a lot worse."

"It can't be that bad," he commented.

I couldn't believe that.

"You can't be serious. You're there just watching and enjoying and can't
even empathize."

"Dude, I'm helping you out, okay? If you ain't happy I can leave. I don't
think it can be that bad coz I've seen porn, okay? The bitches suck cock
for two hours straight and don't complain. They just keep sucking. And no
cuts. I've seen it. That's why I'm saying you're being a pussy."

"It hurts," I insisted.

"And having you resting every three minutes won't get me off. It's a
horrible blowjob."

Zac searched for his pants and dressed up. I couldn't believe it. Was he
leaving me for real?

"Hey, this is unfair," I protested.

"Relax. I'm not giving up on you. It's just that I had an idea. Let's go to
my room."

I didn't know what he had in mind but I could only trust him. I found other
guys in the corridor. Zac walked in front of me. He had a boner that his
pajamas could barely hide. It's obvious people knew we were doing something
sexual. What about that wet spot where his dickhead was? As if someone (in
this case me) had sucked on that part?

"Come on, babe." He took me by the hand and we went in his room.

It looked the same as the day before. Even the cans were still there
untouched.


"So, what's the big plan?" I asked.

He opened his wardrobe and started looking for something and didn't stop
until he showed me a pink ball he threw at me.

"Chewing gum. Just put it between your teeth and don't bite," he continued
browsing until he threw at me a pair of used socks. "Use this to clean
yourself when you start drooling."

"What the fuck?"

"You ain't training your jaw on my cock, dude. Sorry. Keep it in your mouth
for one hour before you go for the real deal. I can't take the aching-jaw
shit anymore."

Zac turned his Playstation on and started playing Crash again.

"Wanna play?" He offered me the joystick. "You can keep the gum there while
you play. Just make sure you don't bite it coz then you gotta start again."

"I'll drool," I stated the obvious.

"Damn." Zac browsed a little more before coming with a silver tape in his
hand. "I can tape the sock on your face."

"This is dirty and it smells bad."

"Well, that's the reason why I'm discarding them. They won't kill you."

"Whatever," I agreed.

He made sure I had the malleable gum between my teeth like an apple in a
roasted pig's mouth, then he used the socks to cover my mouth and the tape
to keep it all in place. He set his watch to beep after one hour and showed
it to me when he pressed `start.'

"Make sure you don't bite the gum or we're gonna have to start again. We
can eat something once you do your part."

We started playing and the first five or so minutes were okay, but after
ten minutes I started to panic. It should be fifteen minutes when I pressed
pause and grumbled.

"What? Dude, it's not even half an hour," he sighed. "You're gonna have to
start again, understand?"

I nodded.

Once he got me out, I was so relieved. I had drenched his socks already and
this was just the first try. My jaw hurt bad. I tried another two times but
couldn't make it to thirty minutes.

"Useless," he complained. "Let's grab lunch and admit you can't do this."

"I can! I will!"

"Whatever. Let's go!"

We had snacks for lunch because we didn't want to waste too much time in
the cafeteria. Well, I looked more eager than him because I had something
to prove. This situation was pissing me off. I WAS WORTH HIS FUCKING CUM!

Back in his room, I was determined to keep the gum – I was given a new
one – in my mouth, untouched. Last time, I sank my teeth into the candy
and Zac reprehended me for that too. This time, I would not.

And I did try. But it was only after five trials that I managed to do it. I
found out that after thirty minutes, my jaw would get a little numb as if
my brain understood that its natural position was open and not closed. I
also realized that if I stopped thinking about how much it hurt, it
wouldn't hurt as much. Simple psychology, but it does work.

Zac was focused on the game when his watch beeped.

"No way! Did you do it?" He paused the game to find me nodding.

It should be about four o'clock. It took me about five hours to achieve
that.

"Do you think you can do more? Fifteen minutes? Remember that porno goes
for over two hours?"

I shook my hand. I couldn't stay like that for another hour.

"Ok."

Zac released me. The socks were drenched. He got the colourless gum from my
mouth and threw it away after checking it. I hadn't bitten it. My jaw was
still hurting and it also hurt when I tried to close it again. I rubbed my
face and opened and closed my mouth as if trying to put it back to place.

"I'm amazed!" he said. "Really am. Ready for the real deal now?"

"Wait. Gimme a few minutes." I continued massaging my cheeks aware that I
wouldn't be able to keep my mouth open for another hour.

"I won't take too long now. I'm horny as fuck. C'mon, man. Let me try out
your new skill." Zac spoke like a boy who got a new version of his
favourite toy.

Zac helped me back on the carpet that my knees were growing to know so
well. He didn't wait for me and dropped his shorts hastily to present me
his cock again. I understood then that this would never be about cocks and
me. It'd always be about those dudes and nothing else. I was just a tool
for them to get off like one of those gadgets one buys from a sex shop.

"Let me in," he pointed his cock at my mouth and penetrated it without
effort. As I was still used to keeping it open, it wasn't too hard this
time as I feared. "I won't fuck your throat this time. But you don't let my
dick out. It only leaves your mouth after I unload in it. Got it?"

I nodded unable to speak. I looked up and our eyes met. He patted me on the
face as if saying `good boy,' or maybe `good bitch' and resumed his
fucking. This time, though, as promised, he didn't move too deep. He
respected my limits and fucked my mouth only.

"Try to make some pressure with your mouth. Like a vacuum cleaner. Yeah,
but not too much, just enough to... Yeah. Wow, that's it. Perfect."

After a few minutes though, Zac seemed impatient. He walked away and I
followed him on my fours as he reached for something under the bed. It was
hard to keep my mouth in place, but he made a case by holding my head still
with his hand.

"Hang on, bud," he said before standing up again with the box of lubes in
his hands. "I still like it better with lube. Which flavour do you want?
Banana again?" He showed me the yellow tube.

I mumbled something. I didn't care, honestly.

"Strawberry? You must be craving something else. Cherry? Let's try cherry?"
He stopped my head from bobbing back and forth but kept the head in my
mouth. Holding still, I waited for him to coat his shaft with lube before
pulling my mouth deep onto his shaft again. "Much better, right?"

I guess he didn't mind being deepthroated without lube because of the
throat mucus he talked about. So dense and slimy, it should be better than
lube. But mouths weren't wet enough for him.

The cherry taste wasn't bad. Artificial like the filling of a
bonbon. Nothing I haven't tasted before. Dicks, on the other hand, had
unique tastes and were, although hard to admit, a lot more surprising and
tasty. However, as the lube and Zac's juices mixed up in my mouth, I
started enjoying the whole thing a lot more. It wasn't cherry but cherry
cock. I liked it.

Zac too should be having fun making me try different flavours. He wouldn't
stop until he had used everything he had in the box.

"You're improving, cocksucker," he praised me and it made my day. "I'm
gonna cum in your mouth. Don't swallow."

I wouldn't swallow, but I expected he'd ask me to swish and then coat my
throat with it as it should be. He didn't cum much, but it still tasted
horrible. He made me show it to him. His cum mixed with my saliva and drops
of lube swimming around my tongue.

"That's beautiful," he admitted. "But spit it out. You ain't there yet."

He offered me a cup this time. I wasn't happy though.

"Why?" I asked. "I did all you asked this time."

"You're not bad anymore. But you're just average now. You can't get to
swallow until you become great. Do you get my drift?"

"Fuck."

"Hey, it's alright. I'm still horny, okay? What if we have early dinner,
then you can suck again? This time, you can try throating. What do you
say?"

"Whatever."

"Good."

We had snacks for dinner. I was looking forward to training more and Zac,
although trying not to look so eager, was dying for another blowjob.

The cafeteria was pretty much empty as only a few people would have dinner
before six, but I saw a few guys I've seen in the hallways and showers
before. They would look at me from time to time. They all did. I wasn't
going crazy. I counted each one of them. Still, I was afraid I was just
imagining things. I didn't want to look paranoid so I asked Zac his opinion
on the matter.

"Are those guys looking at us?"

He looked over his shoulder.

"At you. Yeah."

"Again? I don't have cum on my face, do I?"

"I don't think that's what this is about. I heard some of them saying they
saw you walking down the hallway with cum on your face again. They must be
thinking you're getting facials again."

"Damn."

"You shouldn't be so worried. I thought you liked it when we came on your
pretty face."

"And on my clothes? And on my mattress? Nah."

"So, on your face and hair and in your mouth is okay?" Zac winked.

"At least it's easier to wash off..." Gosh, I was humiliating myself even
further.

"What if we ask you to undress before giving you your shower? Would that be
easier?"

"Shut up." I didn't want that but also didn't want to talk about this
subject either. Zac grinned before biting a big chunk of his sandwich.

"I can arrange that with Craig," he said with his mouth full and a trace of
mayonnaise at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you dare."

He laughed. Why couldn't he take me seriously? Maybe because no one would
listen to a guy who used to walk around covered in jizz.

"I'm just saying. You'd still be allowed to wear that leash." He laughed
louder.

"You're so fucking annoying. And so childish."

"Yeah. It's this child's dick you're addicted to."

A week ago, this would've been enough to make me walk away. Now, I
continued eating my sandwich and swallowing my pride with every bite. Funny
how we get used to everything in life. We build resistance with training,
and Zac was doing exactly that.

"Ok, buns. I got another hardon after imagining you walking half-naked with
cum on your body. Let's head back for your deepthroating lessons."

"Shhhh." I was worried because Zac talked as if we were talking about the
next Cold Play's concert.

"Come on."

I followed Zac. The guys that were looking at me started laughing out loud
when we passed by them. Zac was laughing too. What could be so funny?

Zac opened the door after scanning his card and we went up the staircase
until we reached our floor. There was no one around, which pleased me. We
approached his door, he touched the knob with his hand but didn't pull
it. He turned to find me anxiously waiting.

"What?" I asked.

"We can continue with this if you kneel and kiss my cock."

"Okay, but open the door."

"No. You do this here."

"No way."

"So, good night." He turned away.

"Wait." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Please, man. This is unfair."

"This ain't unfair. You say you love my cock, but then you're afraid of
showing your love to the world? This ain't no Romeo and Juliet shit,
dude. You kiss my cock whenever and wherever I tell you to and then he's
yours to play with. Otherwise, no game."

I watched for people. Was I really considering this? I didn't need this
bullshit, honestly. I had Greg after all. Greg would never make me do this.

"If you're going back to your room, you bring the glass with my cum. That's
mine," Zac continued. He wasn't joking. "And forget about swallowing my
jizz coz I won't be giving it to you. Average cocksucker."

We were still in the hall. Someone could be listening to us from inside one
of those several doors. If I knew Zac well, he'd keep talking to me while I
walked back to my room. Louder and clearer. He didn't care about the
others. He didn't care about anything besides himself and his satisfaction.

I kneeled on one knee and kissed his boner through the shorts.

"No, take him out. And give a proper kiss. You..."

I did that. I needed to shut him up. I lowered his shorts just enough to
have his dick out and kissed his head. I didn't have time or energy to
think about how tasty his pre was. No. I just wanted to finish this.

"Is he giving you head?" I heard a voice coming from behind me. Damn it!
Why?

"I wish," Zac laughed. "He's proposing."

What the hell? I doubt that whoever was behind me could see what was going
on, so on my knees could perfectly look like a guy proposing to another
guy. I didn't dare move. His dick head was still connected to my lips. I
couldn't turn around either, or I'd expose Zac's boner.

"Congratulations?" The guy said.

"Maybe. We'll see," Zac laughed. So did the guy as he walked away.

"Tell him you love him," Zac ordered, motioning to his aching boner.

"I love you."

"Louder."

"I love you!" I did speak louder but not too loud.

Beep. Zac touched his card on the door that opened to us. I quickly walked
in and Zac followed suit.

"What the fuck, dude?" I asked after he closed the door. "Do you want
everyone to know I'm a..."

"Cocksucker?" He completed. "Well, not necessarily. I mean, you are a
cocksucker but that's not what people need to know. But they should know
that you love cocks."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Dude, you've been walking covered in cum for months. They kinda know that
already."

"Bullshit."

"Hey, no one knows anything, okay? Not yet. But, honestly, seeing how you
love sucking cock, how determined you are in becoming a great cocksucker, I
think you should let people know about your love. You can't get cock if you
don't let 'em know you crave it."

"I don't want any cock. I'm fucking using your dick to become a great
cocksucker and that's it. Understand?"

Although shorter than Zac I hovered over him in a threatening fashion.

"Oh, that hurts our feelings. Are you only using us? You're a liar
then. You just said you loved my dick. Is this a breakup?"

What's wrong with this guy? I stepped back waiting for his next move. We
went silent for a few seconds. I expected him to kick me out or something
of the kind but instead, he laughed.

"You should see your face, man. No hard feelings."

Zac opened his fridge, took a beer out and turned on his TV.

"Ok, I'll play some Fifa here while I relax. I know it's gonna take me a
while to cum now, so take your time. I'm just not in the mood to watch you
now coz it can get quite boring after a while." He sipped the beer and sat
on his bed with the joystick in hand. "You suck my cock but, this time, you
throat him too. I don't care how you do it. Just do it! Don't need to rush,
though. I know I won't cum too soon so just make sure you learn how to
relax your throat and take it in. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Then kneel and have fun."

I looked down at my knees. I was afraid I'd end up skinning them after
spending so much time on them.

"Can you lend me something to kneel on? My knees..."

"Nah. Cocksuckers need to develop tough knees. That's where cocksuckers
belong after all."

"Asshole."

"Yeah, that comes next." He laughed.

The carpet did hurt my knees. I wish it was a soft one, but it was rather
hard and rough. I tried not to slide on it which would end up making me
bleed. Lucky I wouldn't be doing this anymore. I only needed to get an A
from Zac. Another 24 hours and that's it. I'd get that cock deep in my
throat and swallow his jizz straight from the tap. This was the time.

Zac took another sip and started playing his game while I played with
mine. I pulled his shorts down and decided not to waste another second. If
I had any love to share, I'd share it with Greg: the only one who deserved
my devotion. I just had to throat him completely within a month. I was
swallowing my pride for him.

I stared at the boner before me. In my mind, I praised him. A nice dick. I
respected him. He presented a challenge. I had to respect him by getting
his entire length into my tight throat.

"I can do this," I thought after a sigh.

I put the head in my mouth. I bobbed up and down until I got him wet enough
to allow my mouth to slide without much effort. A blowjob was a lot easier
and more fun if I had the shaft slimy. I took it to the back of my
mouth. One inch more was all that I needed. Only one inch. I went for it
but wasn't ready yet. I choked. I retreated as I suppressed the urge to
throw up the sandwich I had just eaten. Disgusting.

"Don't throw up on my carpet or you're gonna clean it," Zac said.

I needed to go slower. I did my best. I tried so many times, I lost
count. Nothing could make me take that dick into my throat. Zac didn't even
bother to look at me. To him, I wasn't even there. His cock was still angry
and probably making fun of me. This would never work.

I got tired and frustrated after one or two hours. I couldn't even get one
extra inch. That's when I thought about Greg. I'd lose him. I remembered
the time I had him in my mouth. So much bigger than Zac's. Next time I put
Zac's cock in my mouth, I realized something. Zac was nothing compared to
Greg. Well, it made sense because Greg was a king. My mouth slid down the
shaft as I imagined how much thicker Greg was. I breathed in when the head
touched my throat. Greg was so much thicker. I was safe as long as it
wasn't Greg. I was safe because Zac's dick wasn't a real threat. Only Greg
was. No real threat, I thought again.

"Fuuuuck," Zac said with a moan.

Yeah, it crossed the threshold. One inch, no, two. And then the third inch
too. All disappeared into my throat. My nose touched Zac's pubes. I nuzzled
it. They felt so nice and comfortable against my nose. My chin was received
and supported by his balls. The anatomy of a man's crotch is meant to
receive a face. Everything fits so perfectly.

Zac abandoned the joystick and held my head in place. Not that I was going
anywhere. I liked it there.

"I can't believe it," he said, laughing. "You did it."

I was in heaven. Among his pubes and balls, with his cock lodged in my
throat. Heaven.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck..."

We didn't move. His body spasmed but his cock didn't move. I felt it
throbbing in my mouth and around my lips, but we remained still. He
unloaded in my throat. After that, he released me. Just in time, because I
needed to breathe again.

"Happy?" I asked after cleaning the ropes of saliva and mucus connecting my
mouth to his dick.

"Wow. That was the first time... No, really, amazing. You deserved that
load."

I wasn't satisfied yet though. He came inside my throat. I didn't get to
swallow it. It sounds silly, I know, but I needed that to finish this
experiment. After all, what else could a man want besides deepthroating?

"Am I a great cocksucker now?" I asked.

"Calm down, eh? First, I wonder if you can do that again without gagging. I
doubt it. Second, I didn't fuck your throat. Yeah, bud, that's a lot
harder. When you throat someone, you manage your gag reflex coz you're in
control. When someone fucks your throat though, this changes. I could fuck
your throat fast and slow, you wouldn't know when to get ready and choke."

I didn't know sucking cock could be this hard. But I was willing to do
whatever it took to get that A from Zac.

Before the night was over, I sucked him once again. As he said, I'd still
gag, but not as much as before. There was something that stuck to my mind
after I got his dick in my throat for the first time. It wouldn't kill
me. The thought relaxed me. I also understood that as long as I pictured
Greg, no cock would be a threat. Greg was saving my life once again. When
Zac tried to fuck my throat though, I choked badly. I did feel like
throwing up again and had my eyes and nose watering. In the end, his cum
went into the cup.

"You're getting better though, dude," Zac said. He was trying to cheer me
up. Zac did sound optimistic and happy about my achievement. "I swear I
thought you wouldn't be able to. I was about to ask you to leave when you
finally did it. No, seriously, you surprised me. I'm so proud. Think with
me. After one day, you're above average already. Not great, but you've
improved a lot."

Above average. What does that mean? Was my grade a `B'? `B-'? So unfair.

The next day, we started early again. He woke me up with a knock on my
door. I knew it was him by the way he knocked. I was sleepy but I let him
in.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. No time for that. We don't have much time
left. This is gonna be a great Sunday, I'm sure. Before the day is over,
I'll be fucking your throat like I'd fuck a pile of clothes."

Such a great comparison.

He showed me a bag with some objects. All phallic. A brush, a banana, a
small tube of lube, a carrot.

"What's that for?"

"For training? Let's train your throat with smaller objects first before
moving to my cock."

The idea disgusted me. How could I know if those objects were clean?
Somehow, I understood dicks were perfectly fine though.

"I cleaned them myself. I doubt there's a single bacteria on any of them."
Zac found Greg on my desk. "Forget about this one here. Only anacondas can
open their jaws that much. You know, those things can swallow entire
cows. Think about that."

I suddenly saw myself like a fucking anaconda stretching my jaw to swallow
a cow. That's what the future had in store for me.

"I don't know if I want to put these things in my mouth."

"Let's give it a try. What d'you say?" He picked up the tube of lube. It
was a black one. I wondered if it was flavoured. Blackberries maybe? "Let's
poke that throat of yours. Say aaaah."

He bent over my body, but I pushed him away.

"Stop! Let me try it first."

"Fair enough." He gave me the tube.

Why did this feel worse than having him shoving his dick in my mouth? I
guess it was different when we were both involved in the act. It was
awkward to have him for an audience.

"Don't be shy now," he said.

"Seriously? A tube of lube?" I said before putting it in my mouth.

"That's the only thing I had in my room. The banana and the carrots I stole
from the kitchen."

This was all hell again. It was impossible to get that into my throat. I
tried all I could, but it wouldn't go. I gave up.

"Dude, this won't work. I can't get this wet enough to go in. Gimme your
cock."

"Oh, you want my cock, huh?" He was mocking me.

"C'mon, dude. This ain't fun. Give it already."

"Alright, alright." He lowered his shorts and stepped out of them before
taking off his shirt too. "Behold David," he must have been talking about
Michelangelo's David. I only understood the reference as he tried to mimic
the statue's pose. Well, the body was as nice as the statue, but the boner
turned it all too obscene for a museum.

"You're such an asshole," I walked to him on my knees and only stopped when
my mouth had engulfed his cock.

"Eating cocks for breakfast, man?" He laughed. "Hey, the teeth. What's
wrong with you? Forgot the basics?"

"Sorry. I won't let it happen again."

"You better."

I bobbed back and forth for a few minutes before lodging his dick in my
throat again. Why was it easier to have a cock there than a tube of lube? I
didn't have an answer for that. Probably, it was all
psychological. Somehow, I knew cocks wouldn't choke me to death. I knew
dicks were naturally made to be throated.

"Yeah! Wow! You're getting good. For real. It feels so different from the
shitty head from Friday."

"Fuck my mouth," I asked.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. C'mon. Bring it on." I'd do it if that's what he needed to reward me
with his load.

"Sure?"

"Quit the bullshit, man. Do it."

"Alright."

I clenched my hands and got ready for the invasion. `You can do it. You can
do it!' I repeated to myself.

Zac put both hands on my head. Withdrew until he had only his dick head in
and forced the whole thing into my throat.

Choking!

"I told you. You're not ready for that."

"Again."

"Sure?"

"Fuck, dude. You want this as much as I do. So just do it."

"Aaaalright."

I looked at Greg. I could do this. For him. Zac did insert his cock to the
balls into my throat once, twice, but it didn't make it at the third
thrust.

"That's progress," he sounded more serious now.

"We got the whole day, right?"

"Yep."

"So, let's do this."

We found a rhythm. We tried for hours. Zac would cum and make me spit. I'd
wait for him to recover and try again. We had lunch and I barely ate
anything thinking there was a real chance I'd throw it up. I did that while
I saw him eating his meal like a king. Cocksuckers do all the sacrifice in
exchange for cock. That's what it takes for the privilege. Fuck Zac. I did
that for Greg. I'd show Lee I could do that. I'd prove that I wasn't just
able to throat Greg but that I also was the best cocksucker in the whole
fucking world. Lee would envy me. Yeah.

I understood Lee. I could read him very well. We were the same. The way he
talked about Greg expressed the way I felt toward the dildo. Lee never
explained how he found Greg, but I could see him finding Greg in a sex shop
and buying him after imagining how nice it'd be if he had a dick as big as
Greg. It was exactly how I felt. I was almost sure Lee had tried to throat
Greg too. I did, it's obvious he'd done it too. He failed miserably. He
didn't think I'd be able to. But I'd show him. In the world of dickless
men, I'd be on top.

That afternoon, Zac managed to fuck my mouth for over five minutes. I
didn't gag once. My throat was gradually getting used to the size of his
cock and eventually, it wasn't a threat anymore. My biggest problem wasn't
taking it deep, but coping with the speed he fucked my face. Sometimes,
he'd take the whole cock out and stick the whole thing at once but,
sometimes, he'd take out only half the shaft before sticking it in again
rapidly and furiously. I couldn't control his moves and the surprise would
make me gag.

He had dinner. I watched.

"Do you wanna continue?" He licked the ketchup from his plate. Disgusting!

I nodded. I had lost my voice.

And the fucking resumed. Zac held my head by the ears and started. I was
drooling all over my chest since I decided to continue shirtless as I
couldn't stop the saliva from running down my chin onto my body. I had
become a pile of dirty clothes. It was as if I was nothing but an empty
body for his pleasure.

I learned to understand and crave his moanings. It meant so much to me. His
pleasure was my reward. His cum was the objective, but I learned to
appreciate the journey too and not only the goal. With my mind elsewhere, I
forgot about who I was, my fears and apprehensions and embraced my new
role. I couldn't take cock while I didn't accept that. No one can be a good
cocksucker without letting go of everything. It takes a lot to do this
right. That's something porn will never teach us. In the real world without
cuts, taking cock demands one's total devotion.

Unaware of my existence, I lost track of time. I only returned to my body
when I heard Zac again. He wasn't speaking. He was yelling. The whole
building could probably hearing him.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!!"

His dick started throbbing in my mouth. I was used to that feeling by
now. He still held me by the ears so only the head of his dick was in my
mouth and unloaded. There wasn't much cum there. I barely tasted anything
but even that little bit was mine. I worked so fucking hard for it. I lost
my voice for it. I gave everything for that load.

"Fuck!" He was panting. "Fuck. This is fucking unbelievable."

I showed him the cum in my mouth.

"That's yours, dude. I surrender. You win."

I swished my reward. I pushed it through my teeth and out of my mouth just
to suck it back in again. I wanted to show the world what I've got. That
load was mine! And like this, I swallowed. The best cocksucker in the
world.

"Grade?" I spoke with a low voice that hurt my throat to come out.

"You got your A, dude. You're the best." He took the glass with his cum
from the other day at my desk. "You gotta drink this. You deserve it."

At first, I didn't want to.

"Dude, people are paying real money for this shit. Really. You better
swallow."

I didn't understand him. Well, why should I care? The fact is that the cum
he was holding was now mine. I couldn't deny my reward. Cold
jizz. Whatever. I drank it to make a point. That was mine!

"Can't wait to try it again," Zac grinned from ear to ear.

I shook my head. "Never again."

Zac shrugged. "If you say so."

He then pointed to the posters I had on my walls. I've grown so used to
them, I forgot about them. No, maybe that's not the reason why I haven't
noticed them anymore. They were A3-sized posters of naked women showing
their pussies in different positions. They were the link I had with my self
before the team. The young dude who moved in after studying at a
conservative high school where I still dreamt that one day I'd get to
college to fuck as many pussies as I wanted. A time where I wasn't so
worried about my dick because I'd never had to shower with other guys. A
time when I was safe and okay with my body.

"Ain't you over pussy yet? These chicks have big tits. I bet they love it
when dudes fuck their tits. Do you know? They use their tits like buns to a
banger where a dick is the banger. Sometimes the cock is so big it ends up
in their mouths. I'd like to try that. You?"

What a stupid question! When I imagined myself sitting on a chicks belly, I
could only see my ass being as big as her tits or even bigger. As for my
dick... Damn it!

Greg though... Oh, Greg! He would easily go through the tits and still
choke the bitch.

"By the way, you're now a great cocksucker for me, but there's one last
thing you need to know if you want to do it perfectly. You gotta undress
next time. Cocksuckers shouldn't be wearing clothes when they suck dick."

I showed him the middle finger.

"Just saying. G'night, cocksucker."

Asshole.

I looked at the posters before passing out. My girls. Fuck, I was tired. So
hungry but with well-earned cum-breath.

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