Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2020 16:36:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Educated in Cocksucking, Part Three Getting Educated About Cocksucking By Danny Smith Part Three -- Deep Throat It! It was a week or so later when I finally was able to make another appointment with Mr. Cain. He's real popular, and always gives us boys good advice. Anyway, when I finally got to meet him again in his office he asked me how my "studies" were going. Of course we both knew what he meant. I told him how much I had learned from him and also from Mr. Lannon. "So you don't want to spit it out anymore when a guy cums in your mouth, right?" "Yes Sir, Mr. Lannon explained how it's a gift to be treasured and showed me how to take...well, a lot of it.' "Yes, I know about his advanced placement biology lab." "Well, Sir, I'm just wondering if I could continue to learn and `give it my best' the way we discussed." "Absolutely, Tyler. If I remember correctly you said you sometimes had trouble going all the way down, and you were embarrassed if you gagged. Is that right?" "Yes, Sir, that's it exactly." "Okay, I've thought about your concern, and even done a little personal research. I think you need to meet with Mr. Jenkins, the school resources officer." I thought for a minute trying to place him. `School Resources Officer' was the title the school board used for a security guard. We had several who rotated through the assignment, and I was trying to place who Mr. Jenkins was. Then I placed him..."Oh yeah!!" Jenkins was a super stud. Built like a brick shithouse, with a deep voice that everyone respected automatically. I had jacked off thinking about him many times. "Jenkins' schedule puts him here on the evening shift tomorrow. He'll be here all evening, even when the school is closed. You should plan on meeting him at his station around 7:00." "He knows I'm coming?" "Oh, yes, I've briefed him on your needs and he really wants to help. He said he would leave the side entrance propped open for you." "Thanks, Mr. Cain! Thank you so much!" Mr. Cain's smile melted my heart and as I left his office he called out, "Good luck." Wow, a policeman! A real live cop! And I was going to get to suck his dick! I knew that the lesson would be how to take it all without gagging. I didn't learn until later that's it's called `deep throating,' but I liked the sound of it whatever it was called. That night in bed I jacked off like every night, but this time my fantasy man was Jeff Jenkins, stud policeman. The next day I tried hard to keep focused in class, but my mind kept drifting away to 7:00. When the last bell rang to dismiss class I knew it would be hard to just hang around for several hours, so I went home, ate supper, and did my homework. At 6:30 I told my folks that I needed to pick up a book I'd forgotten, and headed back to school. When I got there the school was dark except for the emergency exit lights. It was almost winter so the sun had set some time ago. As darkness fell, I approached the school with butterflies in my stomach. Mr. Cain had told me that Officer Jenkins would leave one of the side doors unlocked and that would be my signal that it was okay to go in. I tested the door and, sure enough, it opened. It had been just slightly cracked open, and propped with a doorstop. When I stepped inside I removed the doorstop and the door closed behind me, locked again from the outside. The Officer Jenkins was downstairs in the basement. My footsteps seemed to echo loudly as I walked down the long hallway, then down the steps to the basement. There it was in front of me. The security office. The hallway was very dark, but there was a single light on in the security station, and I could see someone inside making notes. It was Mr. Jenkins writing up his report. I didn't want to startle him so I knocked softly on the door. He looked up from his desk, broke out into a big smile, walked over and opened the door. His beautiful deep voice made my heart race. "You must be Tyler." "Yes, Sir, that's me." "Well come on in." I walked in and took a seat in the chair. Officer Jenkins sat down again behind his desk. He was so beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes, muscular physique --and he was completely in control of the situation. I trusted him right away. I knew that, like all my other teachers, he wanted sex from me, but that he also wanted to help...to teach me how to become good at what I really wanted to do. "Mr. Cain tells me you like to suck dicks." "Yes, Sir." "And that you've learned some good techniques like not using your teeth. And that you're prepared to swallow." "Absolutely, Sir!" "But now you need some practice in going all the way down." "That's kind of a challenge sometimes." "Well, like so much else about giving head, it just takes practice. I'm a patient man and I'd really love to help you. I think the reason Mr. Cain sent you to me for this lesson is simple: I'm a little bit...above average. Down there. I guess he thought if you could take me you could take anyone. Before we get started tell me a little bit about how you ended up here this evening." "I first went to Mr. Cain to tell him about being bullied. When I explained why, he said he wanted to help me reach my personal goals, and that being good at servicing men would help me handle other things in life. I just want to make men happy...and to be good at it." "That's what I thought. I'm sure everyone you speak to about this will tell you it's just a matter of practice. Like anything that you do over and over again you're going to improve. But here's one thing that's different about deep throating and learning not to gag that's a little different. The difference is...don't worry about it." "Huh?" "I mean, you'll obviously get better at taking a big one all the way, and you'll gag less and less the more you learn to control the sensation. But no one is perfect. No one. There will always be a dick too big for your mouth or for the opening to your throat. And even the most experienced cocksuckers in the world sometimes gag." "They do?" "They sure do. Tyler, do you watch porn on your computer?" I reluctantly admitted, "yeah I do." "Gay porn I assume." "Yes, I like to watch guys." "Do you know who Damon Dogg is?" I told him I was drawing a blank. "Next time you're on the hunt, Google his name. Dogg with two `G's'. He's one of the most popular cocksuckers on the net and his videos are everywhere. Amazing guy. You can learn a lot from just watching him. But here's the thing. Even a guy as experienced as Damon Dogg sometimes will choke or gag on a cock. No one worries about it because he just keeps on going. Gets right back on it if he needs to. The top never minds. In fact most of us who are tops actually take it as a compliment. It's like you're saying to us `Hey, Dude, you're really big!' or something. And when you jump back on it despite how hard it is for you, you're saying something like `I'd rather suck your cock than breathe.' That's a huge compliment. Personally, I love it when guys gag." "Wow I never thought of it that way." He paused as his words sank in. He stood up slowly and walked around to my side of the desk and stood in front of me. We made eye contact and I got lost in his eyes for a minute, then he took my hand and held it against his crotch. I started feeling him up. "Jesus," was all I could say as I realized the size of his enormous manhood. He spoke again in that deep dark voice of his: "Let's get started." He unzipped his pants, then unbuckled his belt and let them drop to his knees. I leaned forward in the chair to kiss it, but he stopped me and said, "Get down on your knees." I loved being told what to do and stood up, then knelt before him. He pulled down his underpants and there it was. "Dude!" was all I could say. He understood completely the effect his slab of meat had on other men and on boys like me. He had a slight crooked smile on his face. Almost a sneer. "Well? Are you just going to look at it?" I accepted this invitation and began licking the thick meaty shaft. It was the biggest girth I'd ever seen on man before, and was easily eight inches long, soft. I didn't know if I would be able to accomplish my job, but I knew I had to try, and I knew he would understand and appreciate my effort no matter what. He took his left hand and lifted up his meat. In the near darkness his wedding ring caught the light and almost glowed. It made me want him all the more. He jacked himself a couple of times, then held the shaft up and said "Work on my balls." He had low hangers and I loved the way they swung in his ball sack. I licked the sack, and tried to take it in my mouth. There were a few dozen long hairs growing on the sack, and I loved that. The sensation of hairy balls in my mouth was really sexy. I could get my lips around one and rolled it around in my mouth, then did the same to the other. "Do them both," he whispered. "Open your mouth as wide as you can and I'll stuff them in for you." I did as he commanded. I latched on to one testicle, then he hooked a finger into my mouth and pulled the edge of my lip outward. "You've got more room." He then squeezed that other ball into my mouth and I felt immobilized. I could breathe, but couldn't move. "Just hold them as long as you can," he whispered. "I love that." When I heard those words my jaw suddenly relaxed and I felt like I could have engulfed his whole scrotum with my mouth. I pictured in my mind about how there were millions of sperms just the thickness of his skin away from my mouth, maybe billions, and that I was somehow warming them up for their journey. "Time for the main event," and with that he gently withdrew his balls from their resting place, the sack now covered in my saliva. My mouth felt strangely empty now, but it was soon filled again when he allowed me to taste his engorged cockhead. What a feeling! I had never felt anything like that in my mouth before. He then started talking to me, instructing me, almost in a monotone, sometimes too soft to hear, other times picking up speed and volume. "I'm going to give you another inch. Just hold it. Don't worry about what's not in your mouth yet, just think about what's there now. That's it. Good boy. Hold it and get used to it. Here's another inch. Here's another. Hold it, hold it, hold it. There!" and he withdrew his beautiful cock. I saw that I had taken about half of it. "Take a break, catch your breath. But not too long. Okay let's get back on it, son." Again my mouth stretched to accommodate this hot cop's manhood and I found that it was going in more easily this time. When I reached that halfway point where I had been before, he said "Okay here's another inch. And another. Easy, easy, I can tell we're almost at the point where you want to gag. Try to suppress it, but don't worry if you can't. If you gag, you gag, it's okay with me. I know I'm big and I sometimes choke people. Just don't quit on me if you do." I made a vow to myself that I would not quit on him no matter what. Even if I threw up I knew it was my role, my duty, to get back on it and finish the job I had started. I pulled off long enough to take a deep breath, then opened up. In went his cock, an inch further than when we left off. I was getting there! The hairs from his pubes were long enough that they almost were tickling my nose. I just needed to get that last little bit. Mr. Jenkins helped. He said, "Okay, you're almost there, no gagging so far and you can still breathe, right?" I nodded at little while staying impaled on his cock. "Here's what happens next. I'm going to put my hand on the back of your head," (he touched my hair and rubbed my head -- I felt like his pet, and loved it), "then I'm going to press on your head and pull you all the way in. I won't stop until you're there. We'll go right past your gag reflex and you should be able to take it. When it finally happens, just hold there as long as you can. Don't worry, I won't force you...I'm just helping out." Again, I nodded my agreement and even tried a muffled "okay," but it came out as "mmph, mmph." "Ready...take a deep breath and when I start pushing your head let some of it out...ready...ready..." and then he did it -- pushed hard on the back of my head, forcing my mouth all the way onto his body, pushing his cock all the way down my throat. "Hold it...hold it...hold it...." I loved the feeling of having my nose buried in his bush, and the feeling of his balls pressed up against my chin. I wanted to stay that way until he shot, but I couldn't make it. I had to breathe. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and I pulled away. My eyes had filled with tears -- not tears of happiness or sadness or pain or whatever. I don't know what. My eyes just watered up and tears ran down my cheeks. I loved it. He seemed to understand completely what was happening. "Don't worry about crying, that happens a lot. My God, Tyler, you're a natural. You were amazing. Can't believe that was your first time!" I looked up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks but managed a weak smile. "Thank you," was all I could think of to say. Fortunately, Mr. Jenkins was a take-charge kind of guy. He knew just how to finish this up. He said, "Here let me help you from here on. I'll jack off and you can get your reward. When I start to shoot I'll shove it back in. You'll deep throat me and you can feel what it's like to have a big cock shooting way down in your throat." He started stroking himself while I watched, mesmerized by the beauty of his magnificent manhood. He quickly got where he needed to be. "Open your mouth. Get ready...okay I'm gonna shoot...." The first few globs of jizz started to squirt out into my waiting mouth. After just a second he two he stuck the head back into my mouth, then shoved his throbbing, pulsing cock all the way in. Maybe it was the practice I'd just had, or maybe it was knowing that I was getting fed his man juice, but somehow I was able to engulf his entire rod with ease. After a few moments of shooting, his rock-hard erection start to soften a bit, and that probably helped too. Eventually his climax was spent, his dick had softened to its former flaccid self and it was time for me to let go and let him pull out. I didn't want to stop, but I knew that he had rounds to make, plus I needed to get back home before my parents started worrying. He let me kiss it a few times (well a few dozen) and let me lick of those last few drops of ball juice before he stuffed it back in his pants and zipped up. "God, Sir, that was awesome!" "Hey I loved it too son. Believe me you are a natural. You really know what pleasing a man is all about. You can stop in here anytime. And, Tyler, let me know about anyone calling you names. I can stop it." "Thanks Mr. Jenkins. I feel like I've learned a lot. And you've made me feel real good. Thank you." "`Night Tyler." To be continued...