I'm Roger, a sophomore in an Atlanta high school. I moved here when my father changed jobs, and it was the first time I ever lived in a big city. We used to live in the suburbs, but my father said it would be best to live near a transit train station because traffic in Atlanta was really brutal.

The big difference was the high school. There was about an even split of white and black kids, with a few Asian and Mexicans as well. At first I was really uncomfortable with so many black kids -- afraid I would get knifed or beaten up, but I soon made friends and noticed that there were lots of groups of mixed black and white.

Lee, a tall black guy my age welcomed me on my first day. I ate lunch with Lee and a group of his friends -- the white guys and four black. They all agreed that as I grew accustomed to the local culture I would grow to like all that it had to offer. Later that day I saw Mark, one of the white kids I had lunch with. He was alone so I approached him for some private discussion.

"So what's it really like for a white kid here?" I asked.

"It's difficult to describe, but you'll get the hang of it," Mark replied.

"In most places I've known the races stick to themselves, but here they seem to mix completely," I observed.

"Yes, it's kind of a symbiotic relationship," explained Mark, "And it works really well."

Symbiotic -- that was a term I remembered from biology -- it's where two organisms co-exist for their mutual benefit -- I couldn't imagine how that would apply here, but I suppose I'll find out eventually.

"I'm still feeling a little out of place," I said.

"You'll fit in just fine," answered Mark, "You just have to get with the program."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I've said too much already," admitted Mark, "I don't want to spoil it for you."

We both parted and went to our next classes. At the end of the day as I was going out to the bus, Lee called out to me. I approached him and he said, "Roger, I want you to meet my sister, Liana."

Liana was a buxom girl with a few extra pounds, but it looked really good on her, and she had a really nice ass, like many black girls do. She invited me to have lunch with her and some friends tomorrow, and I accepted.

Lee took me asside and said, "Liana likes white boys."

I thanked him and got on my bus. That night I thought about Liana, and her ample breasts and big ass. I knew a lot of black guys liked white women, but hadn't known of black women liking white men. Black men had a reputation for having big cocks, leaving us white guy in an uncompetitive position. Of course it might all be a myth -- I had no way of knowing for sure.

The next day I saw Lee in my first class and he reminded me about having lunch with Liana. I couldn't believe my good fortune to be hooked up with as soon as I arrived.

At lunch time I found Liana and we got lunch. We sat with two of her friends, Marsha and Leticia. They really made me feel welcomed and soon the conversation drifted to how black girls were different than white girls.

Leticia caught my attention with, "Black girls understand that boys need to cum often, and go along with it -- white girls seem to like to make their guys suffer."

"You must have a lot of sex then," I replied.

"Probably more than white girls," said Marsha, "But mostly we just help our guys cum, and they don't end up shopping around for other girls."

"Have you cum yet, Roger," Liana asked.

I got all red and the girls giggled. "I like the way white guys blush!" said Leticia.

"No need to be embarrassed about it here," Liana comforted me, "Cumming is a very natural part of daily life -- and I do mean daily -- it's not healthy to hold back."

After lunch the girls split up and Liana said, "Come along with me and I'll help you cum!"

I'd never had an offer like that before and wasn't about to pass it up. I followed her down the hallway and she took me into an empty classroom. She put her arms over my shoulders and pulled me to her, pressing her thick lips to mind. It was like I was in some sort of a dream and I immediately started to get hard. She put her hand on my crotch and squeezed.

She unzipped me and fished my cock out. "Not here," I protested.

"Of course here," Liana assured me, "where else."

I was in a dream-like state and she seemed to be completely in charge, and I just submitted as she squeezed and stroked my hard cock. She reached into her purse and took out some tissues.

"Now tell me when you are ready to cum," she said.

It only took a few minutes and I told her I was ready. I thought she intended to catch my load completely in the tissues, but instead she aimed me right at her skirt for the first shot, and caught the rest in the tissue. She put the soaked tissue in a plastic bag in her purse.

"I'm sorry I squirted on your skirt," I said.

"I'm not!" she said with a smile, and kissed me.

I unzipped and we left the classroom. Liana didn't attempt to wipe my cum from her skirt, but let it spread out -- I felt embarrassed about how obvious it was, but she wore it like a badge of honor.

Letticia and Marsha caught up with us, grinning. "I see Roger has left his mark," said Marsha, and I blushed deep red once again. The girls giggled at my unease.

Liana took the bag with the cum-soaked tissue out of her purse and handed it to Marsha, who opened it up and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. She passed it to Letticia, who did the same.

"One of the things I really like about guys," said Marsha, "Is that you can always tell when they cum -- there's no faking it -- and they give us something we can enjoy afterward."

The girls parted and we all went to our afternoon classes. I didn't see Liana again until the end of the day, when she kissed me before getting on the bus, saying, "We'll continue tomorrow."

Lee called out to me and said, "I see you are doing well, and Liana really likes you -- now just make sure you do what my sister tells you!"

I had no doubt that I would do whatever she wanted. I wanted to jack-off, but decided that I should save my load for Liana.

The next day Liana greeted me at the entrance with a kiss. "We have something special planned for after school -- I hope you can wait that long," she said.

"You are well worth waiting for," I said.

"We'll meet you here after school," she said, and we both went to class.

Throughout the day I focused on one word Liana had said -- we." Was this going to be a group thing? I had to hold my books in front of me when I walked, to conceal my erection.

At the end of the school day I met up with Liana, Letticia and Marsha and we walked to a park about half a mile from school. We went back to a picnic table near the woods and the girls all unbuttoned their blouses and removed their bras, exposing their lovely ebony breasts.

I couldn't believe what was happening as Liana took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I gently squeezed and she moaned with delight. She had really nice big nipples, which I gently squeezed between my fingers. She stood on the bench part of the picnic table, putting her breasts at mouth level and brought a nipple to my mouth, and I began to suck her.

Meanwhile Marsha got to her knees before me and unzipped me. Letticia took out my hard cock and began to stroke, as Marsha continued to kneel there. With Liana's nipple in my mouth and Marsha stoking me I couldn't last long and soon she make me cum.

Liana pulled back and got back onto the ground and when I looked down I saw my cum all over Marsha's face, running down onto her bare breasts.

The girls put their bras back on and buttoned up their blouses, but Marsha made no attempt to wipe my cum from her face.

"Thank you for a fantastic time!" I said.

"It was a team effort," said Liana, "So you should kiss the entire team."

With that Liana kissed me, and Letticia quickly followed. Her kiss was just as great as Liana's. Now Marsha approached, still with my cum all over her face. I didn't really want to kiss her, but Liana poked me in the side and told me a better show my appreciation.

Marsha pressed her lips to mine and her tongue parted my lips, sharing some of my cum with me. It was kind of gross, but I knew I had to go with it, after what they had done for me. As we kissed, my cum smeared over my face from hers. I went to wipe it off, but Liana stopped me.

"Be proud of it!" she said, "We are."

"But what if someone sees?" I protested.

"That's the point!" she explained, "Then they will know we have all had a great time!"

This was all very different form me, but the cum was no longer dripping, and almost dry, so I went along with it. We walked back toward the school to catch the activity busses home and Liana cautioned me not to wash it off until I get home.

As we approached the school Lee and two other guys greeted us. They were Jason, who was Marsha's brother, and Tyrone, Letticia's brother.

Jason looked at Marsha and then at me -- I was sure he could see the dried cum and must have known that somethign had happened -- I though I was going to get my ass beat, but instead he said, "What day is he in?"

"Day 2," Marsha replied.

"Okay, I'll catch up to you later," said Jason.

"What's that about?" I asked.

"Nothing to worry about," said Lianna.

I got on my activity bus and took a seat. I saw Mark get on the bus, and when he saw me he came and sat with me. "I see you're making progress," he said.

"Yes, I'm on day 2," I said, hoping to learn more.

"You seem to be fitting right in," he said, "I'm glad to see that."

I tried to find out more about "the program" and what happens after day 2, but Mark just said it was a personal experience that he didn't want to spoil for me.

When I got home I went to the bathroom to wash my face before anyone could see me. I had never seen dried cum before, and it was very obvious on my face. I washed it off so nobody would know. I found it amusing that everyone on the activity bus who saw me must have known, but it's a secret from my family!

The next day we went back to the park, and this time Letticia was the target. While Liana and Marsha took turns kissing me, Letticia knelt before me and stroked me off, shooting all over her breasts.

She stood up and pressed my face to her breasts, telling me to lick up my cum. This disgusted me, but I didn't want to make a fuss since the girls were so nice to me.

The next day Lianna told me to take her school bus because we were going to her house. I asked what she had in mind and she just said I would find out in due time. I pressed a little more and she just said, "You are moving to the next step."

That sounded omminous as well as exciting, and I was already hard. When we arrived at her house and Lianna took us to her room. The three girls began undressing and Lianna told me to undress as well. I had never been naked in front of girls before, but I knew this was no time for modesty, so I undressed as ordered.

Each of the girls in turn approached me and held my cock while I ran my hands over them. I loved the way their soft curves felt and I felt like I was the luckiest guy ever -- who would have thought a white boy would have such a great time with three black girls?

After awhile Leianna told me to kneel on the floor, and Marsha stepped out. Letticia approached me and pressed her pussy to my face. It was an unfamiliar smell, but I was beginning to like it. She told me to lick her pussy, which I did while Lianna stroked me.

I heard Marsha return and Letticia stepped back as Marsha took her place. But instead of pressing her pussy to my face she was wearing a black strapon dildo. It looked just like a cock, and she pressed the tip to my lips.

"Roger, suck the dildo," said Lianna, "This is important and you have to do it."

I was a little reluctant, but she was working my cock wonderfully, and it was just the four of us. I opened and Marsha pressed into my mouth. Thankfully she stopped short of pushing it all the way in, which would have gagged me.

In a few minutes I came, and Lianna directed my load into a small bowl. She helped me to my feet and said, "You did really well, Roger -- would you like to make us cum?"

"Sure," I said, "I owe you that much. What do you want me to do?"

"We'll tell you when we are ready," she said. She picked up the bowl that contained my cum and each of the girls dipped their fingers into it repeatedly and rubbed my cum on their pussy lips and clitties.

Marsha laid back on the bed and spread her legs and said, "Lick me until I cum!"

I climbed between her legs and buried my face in her muff and licked her. I really didn't understand why they make a point of smearing my cum on their pussies -- it seemed like they wanted me eat my cum. This was kind of sick, but if it turned on the girls, I wasn't going to resist. Soon Marsha got very wet, and I was glad to be naked so I didn't get my clothes all wet. She ran her fingers through my hair and held tight, pressing me into her. Soon she came and cried out. Letticia and Lianna clapped their hands, as if congratualting me on a job well done.

Marsha thanked me and Letticia took her place. Here smell and taste was similar, but just a little different. I was hoping I would enjoy licking many girls in the future.

Letticia came and Lianna took her turn. By the time she climaxed my tongue was thoroughly tired. I supposed that would improve with practice. I asked where her bathroom was so I could wash my face and Lianna told me I was not to wash their juice off me. She brought a towel and wiped the excess off my chin and told me to get dressed.

I knew I would have to get to the bathroom right away when I got home and clean up thoroughly because I must have really reaked of pussy. On the way out Lee got home and smiled, saying, "I see you've been busy -- see you tomorrow."

I felt a little embarrased to realize that he knew I must have been licking his sister, but he seemed cool with it. I went home and cleaned up.

The next day we went to Lianna's again and all got naked. I knelt on the floor and each of the girls pressed their pussies to my face while they took turns stroking me. After I had sniffed and licked all three, Lianna stepped back and I say Lee standing there -- naked with a huge boner!

"Now Roger," said Lianna, "This will be like yesterday, but with Lee instead of the dildo. Just hold him in your mouth while I stroke you off."

"I'm no cocksucker," I protested.

"You've come a long way, Roger," she said, "Don't stop now -- do this for me -- please."

She was squeezing my cock and I wasn't exactly thinking clearly, so soon my mouth was open and Lee's cock was in my mouth. I was surprised that it somehow felt natural, and a lot better than the dildo. I was careful just to hold him in my mouth with out sucking or moving my tongue, though from time to time I forgot and was sucking. As soon as I realized it I stopped because I didn't want him to cum.

Finally I came and Lee pulled out. It felt wonderful and strange all at the same time. I just came with a cock in my mouth. I thought I knew what was next and didn't like it.

"Roger, I'm so proud of you!" said Lianna.

"It was good, but I'm kind of ashamed of what I did," I confessed meekly.

"Roger, it is a perfectly natural thing to do," Lianna said, "and most white boys love to suck black cock."

"I don't think its for me," I insisted.

"Let's talk at lunch tomorrow," she replied.

That night I lay in bed and couldn't get Lee's cock out of my mind. I was surprised to find that I was hard just thinking about sucking him. I resisted the temptation to jack-off, and tried to put it out of my mind.

At lunch the next day Lianna asked said, "Roger, now that you've had a chance to sleep on it, what do you think about yesterday?"

"It was okay," I admitted, "But it was kind of weird."

"So you'll continue with us?" Lianna asked.

"I want to, but not sure how far I want to go," I said.

Lianna continued, "Roger, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, but I sure would like it if you would suck Lee."

What really bothered me was that I wanted that too, and didn't think I should. Finally I agreed and the girls all smiled and said they were glad I made the right decision.

Throughout the afternoon I couldn't take my mind off of sucking Lee. I knew it was wrong but I really wanted it, and felt a combination of guilt and excitement. After school I went to Lianna's and the three girls and I stripped down, as did Lee. I was hard already and embarrassed to let the girls see me that way, but I couldn't hide it.

I dropped to my knees and Lee stood before me. I opened my mouth and took him in while Lianna stroked me. "Now I think you know what to do," she said, "Make Lee feel as good as I'm making you feel."

It was a strangely logical request, and I began to suck him. I knew I was expected to suck him to completion, so I moved my tongue around as I sucked him. Lianna seemed to be pacing herself so I didn't cum too quickly now, so I realized that I need to make Lee cum before my turn.

In a few minutes I felt his cock begin to pump his load into my mouth. After a minute or so he pulled out. I wanted to spit out his cum, but Lee said, "Go ahead and swallow -- it's okay."

I swallowed and it hit me that I was now a cocksucker, and I didn't feel very good about it.

"Thanks a lot!" said Lee, "You did really well!"

"I'm not sure that's going to happen," I cautioned him.

"Roger, you don't have to," said Lianna, "But I hope you will want to -- I think you'll really grow to love it."

I wasn't so sure of that, and got dressed in silence. As I left to walk home Lee said he would walk with me.

"I hope you will keep an open mind about this," said Lee, "You have a real talent for this, and most guys who do it really love doing it."

"But I'm not a faggot," I protested.

"Of course not," said Lee, "That's such a mean word, like the N-word is for me. I call you friend and hope you will want to include this in our friendship.

We arrived at my home and I said, "I'll think about it."

That night was restless for me. I just couldn't stop thinking about all that had happened and how I ended up giving Lee a blowjob. Most of all it bothered me that I kind of LIKED blowing him, and know I'm not supposed to.

I awoke after a little sleep and showered. I imagined Lee being in the shower with me and knew I'd be on my knees sucking him. I stroked my hard soapy cock and shot my load just as I envisioned him cumming in my mouth.

I finished my shower and got dressed. I had breakfast and went to school, knowing I wanted to suck Lee, but feeling guilty about it. Mark got on the bus and sat with me. "You doing okay?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, not wanting to let on that anything was bothering me, "Why not?"

"Well, Lee asked me to check on you," Mark replied.

"So you know?" I asked.

"Yes, and I want to help you if you are struggling," he said.

I wondered who else knew my secret -- I sure didn't want it to get out! I decided that it was time for a bold question, so I asked, "Are you a cocksucker?"

"You bet I am!" Mark replied, apparently proud of it, "Just like nearly every white boy in school."

"Every white boy?" I asked.

"Except for new guys like you who are in transition," he said, "and a few loaners."

"Loaners?" I asked.

"They are the ones who won't suck, and end up outside the school's culture -- all alone."

"So how do you keep it secret?" I asked.

"It isn't really secret -- everybody knows, but it isn't usually talked about."

This was a lot for me to take in, so I just sat there and processed all this for a bit. Finally Mark broke the silence with, "So how are you struggling?"

I decided that there was no point in hiding it from Mark, so I confessed, "I liked blowing Lee and I want to do it more, but feel guilty about it."

"I get it," said Mark, "The guilt part is touch to get over -- it is so much a part of the culture outside the school that it takes some time to rise above it. The more you suck, the easier it will be."

"Mark, I also think about sucking other guys too," I said, "That's scaring me."

"Roger, that's a good sign -- I suck a number of guys every day," shared Mark.

"Every day?" I asked in surprise, "How do you find the time -- and where?"

"Between classes," said Mark, "And in the booths."

"The booths?" I asked.

"Yes," explained Mark, "There are about a dozen booths in each of the wings of the school. You might have noticed that we allow ten minutes between classes when most schools allow only five. That's so there is time for blowjobs. A pair of guys go into a booth and latch the door and soon they are at it."

This was incredible to me -- I had noticed the many doors next to each other and wondered what they were for -- I thought they were closets because they were to close together to be classrooms.

"But what if it takes longer?" I asked.

"The teachers here aren't really picky about tardiness, as long as you aren't too late," Mark said.

"So the teachers all know about it?" I asked incredulously.

"Sure," said Mark, "And it's what makes our school great -- without all the pent-up sexual frustration, there is no fighting, and our academic record is near the top for the state!"

"I'm just not sure what I should do," I said.

"Why dont' you spend lunchtime in a glory hole booth," Mark suggested, "Each of the booths are numbered, but the ones with numbers beginning in G are pairs of glory hole booths. Make sure you go into the ones that end in A and latch the door. Someone will come into the B booth and put their cock through the hole. You suck him and it's all anonymous."

"I'll check into that," I said. We were arriving at school so we got off the bus. Lianna and her friends greeted me and asked how I was doing. I told them that I was trying to get things straight in my mind and just needed to work through it.

Lianna asked if I would join them for lunch and I told them I had something I had to do. As I went to class I looked for the booths and notices pairs of guys coming out of some of them. I took a closer look and saw that there was a pair of G booths at the end of the row. I opened the door to the one ending in A and saw a kneeling pad on the floor and a wall with a hole in it. As I closed the door I notices a pretty black girl smiling at me, like she knew what I had on my mind.

I blushed red and quickly proceeded to class, where I daydreamed about sucking. I told myself I had to get real about this. Clearly I was already a cocksucker and I wanted to do more, and there was no denying it.

Inbetween classes I notice pairs of guys entering and leaving the booths. Nobody seemed to notice -- it was like it was completely normal, and I realized that it really was part of the school culture.

As I traveled to my last morning class I notices where the nearest glory hole booth was. All though class I wondered what it would be like, and once the bell rang for lunch I bolted to the glory hole booth. I put my books on a shelf (they seemed to think of everything), latched the door and knelt before the hole.

It only took a few minutes and I heard the door to the other booth open and soon a big black cock was coming through the hole. It was a little longer than Lee's, but thinner. I took him into my mouth and once again got that blissful feeling that this was meant to be. I remembered some of Lee's instructions and tried to give this unknown guy the best blowjob I could. Soon he rewarded me for my efforts with a hot load. It tasted different than Lee's but was still stong tasting. I swallowed it eagerly as he pulled out and departed.

The next guy had a shorter cock with a huge mushroom head. That head felt great in my mouth and I made a point of running my tongue along the bottom and along the ridge of the head. That must have been what this guy needed, because he filled my mouth in just a few minutes.

The next cock look a lot like Lee's -- I couldn't be sure -- you never know who you are blowing at a glory hole, but it looked a lot like Lee. I wondered if everyone can be identified by their cocks -- I supposed so, since they were all a little different, and so far, all very special!

Just in case it was Lee, I used all the techniques he had taught me and soon he too gave up his load to me. I felt really good about being able to make guys cum!

I blew four other guys and loved every moment of it. There was a clock in the booth and I saw that I had ten minutes left for lunchtime, and left the booth to go find my friends.

Lee and his friends as well as the girls were sitting together and waved to me as I approached.

"How did it go?" asked Lee, obviously knowing what I had been up to.

"It was great!" I declared, "And now I feel much better about it all!"

Lianna reached over and took my hand and said, "I'm so glad this worked out for you -- it usually does, but not always."

I knew that the girls had plotted from the start to turn me into a cocksucker, but now was glad that they had and thanked them.

Marsha said, "I think you should personally thank Jason and Tyrone for lending us to you."

I turned to Jason and Tyrone and thanked them, and made plans to blow them in the boothes between afternoon classes.

I'm a junior now and fully into the school culture. The teachers and staff are all supportive but nobody actually mentions what happens. My guidance counselor is working with me to intern at a local black-owned business, and I am hoping to suck as actively when I graduate.

  To be continued . . .

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