My name is Mark, a sophomore in high school. Jenny is my girlfriend and I am deeply in love with her and would do nearly anything for her – and I even sacrificed my "straightness" for her.

Jenny's older sister got pregnant while she was in school and Jenny is determined not to follow her example. I promised that I would always use protection, but she said she just wasn't ready to have sex yet. It seemed that all my friends were getting laid, but I was getting none. Jenny did let me feel her breasts, but that was as far I could go.

As much as I wanted more, my love for Jenny was stronger, so I went along with her. Fortunately, she wasn't one of those religious nuts who wanted to save herself for marriage.

So because of my love for Jenny I kept my virginity, but soon found my love tested to the extreme. We enjoyed taking walks on the nature trails in a local park. We took such walks nearly every week without incident, but one day we encountered three older boys who were up to no good.

Two of the boys grabbed Jenny and I and pinned our arms behind our backs. The third boy swaggered up to us and said, "Such a pretty wench – just what I need to relieve my horniness. Are you still a virgin?"

"Leave us alone, you bastards!" I yelled, and he promptly smacked me hard on the side of the head.

As I recovered from being dazed I heard him talking about whether her mouth, or pussy or ass would be better. I wanted to kill these guys, but was helpless to do anything at all.

Jenny was crying and I knew I had to do something, so I blurted out, "I'll do whatever you want if you just let her go."

The guy grinned menacingly and asked, "Anything?"

I nodded and he told me to take my clothes off. The guy who was holding me loosened his grip. I undressed and stood there naked. I was absolutely humiliated standing there naked before Jenny, wondering what was next.

The guy whipped out his cock and said, "On your knees!"

Helpless to resist, I dropped to my knees and the guy brought his cock to my mouth. He was fully hard and inches from my face. "Open!" he commanded and I did.

He forced his way into my mouth as Jenny looked on. I didn't know what to do, but they guy just took charge and held my head while he fucked my face. I just endured, hoping it would be over soon. Not soon enough, but finally he began pumping his load into my mouth. It was a disgusting taste and I thought I would puke.

"Swallow!" he ordered, and I forced it down. The other two guys took out their cocks and stood before me, and I knew what I had to do. I opened my mouth and took the next guy in.

"Don't make me do all the work," he said, but I had no idea what to do, so I just moved my tongue around and he directed me. This was better than the face fucking, because at least I had some degree of control. I continued and soon he came in my mouth and I swallowed his vile tasting load.

The third guy slipped into my mouth and I sucked him. Now that I was getting the hang of it, it wasn't so bad, but I really hated being forced to do what no straight guy would ever do. Soon he came and I swallowed his load as well.

"Ok, get up faggot," said the first guy. Those words really stung, but I realized that there was some truth to it.

"You must really love that bitch," he added, "to become a faggot just for her."

They turned and walked away, laughing and joking as they went. I went to Jenny and tried to comfort her. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"That was horrible!" she said, "Get dressed and we'll get out of here!"

I quickly got my clothes on and I walked her home in silence. What do you say after something like that? I supposed that Jenny would want nothing to do with me – what girl wants a cocksucker for a boyfriend?

Leaving her at her house I walked home, feeling like my world had fallen apart. I did what I did for Jenny, and may have lost her because of it. I kept to myself the rest of the day until dinner, and tried to engage in the dinner table talk so nobody would suspect anything was wrong.

At bed time I lay there holding my cock – I often did that to comfort myself, and ended up jacking-off. Soon I was hard and began to stroke. I tried to think of Jenny or pictures from girlie magazines, but kept thinking of sucking cocks. I couldn't push the images out of my mind soon was cumming in my hand. I usually did that when I didn't have tissues – I would go to the bathroom and just wash my hand off. I got walked to the bathroom and then wondered what my cum tasted like. I don't know why but I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up my cum. It was strong tasting, but not all that bad.

I recalled that my first taste of cum was really bad, but after that each load was better – or at least "less bad". I went back to bed and fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning and wondered what my life would be like, now that I was a faggot. It didn't seem to matter that I had been forced – I was a cocksucker and that's all there was to it. Of course, I could just never do it again, and pretend it just never happened. But how could I get away with pretending it never happened? The girl I loved saw me do it!

I was too ashamed to face Jenny, so I didn't even look for her at school. But at lunch time she found me and said, "We have to talk."

That's never a good thing for a guy to hear, and I fully expected her to tell me we were through – something I already knew.

Instead, she surprised me with, "That was a wonderfully brave and noble thing you did for me yesterday, and I will always be grateful to you."

"Do you still want to be together?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh course!" Jenny replied, "How could I let a guy like you get away?!"

"Even though I'm a faggot?" I asked.

"Don't you ever say that again!" Jenny scolded, "You were forced to do it and it's behind now – so let's just leave it there."

I took her hand and she kissed me on the cheek.

Over the next couple of weeks our relationship blossomed and one day she said that she was ready to have sex with me, but wanted to progress through petting a little while before going "all the way".

That sounded good to me and soon I was getting my finger wet in her panties and bringing her to climax. Once she climaxed she want more, and I was glad to assist. We were reluctant to go to the park any more, but found other private places, and I discovered that Jenny could give me a pretty good hand job. When I was with her I just thought about her, but when I jacked-off alone I nearly always ended up thinking about cocks.

I came to realize that I really wanted to suck some more, but had no idea how to find guys to suck. I sure didn't want to let the kids at school know, but didn't know how to find others.

I would jack-off thinking about sucking the guys who had forced me, and started to want to see them again. It was a stupid thought, but it kept coming back. I had no idea where they lived and had no way to contact them. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it came back every time I jacked-off.

Then one day I was at the mall and I saw the three of them hanging out together. I momentarily froze. My better judgment told me to keep to myself, but I really yearned to suck them again. Finally I walked up to them and said hello. It took a moment, but then they recognized me and said, "Come back for more?"

I nodded and they told me to come with them. We walked out into the parking lot and stopped by their car. We were all crowded between the cars when one of the guys unzipped and the other two stood around me to block the view.

"Go ahead and suck," one of them said, and I dropped to my knees. I had him in my mouth and this time I sucked eagerly – I knew that this was something I really wanted, and soon he spilled his hot seed in my mouth. It was strong tasting, but I was starting to like it. I swallowed, and the next guy took his place.

I sucked him with the same eagerness, and was rewarded for my effort. After sucking off the third guy, they handed me a paper and told me to write down my name and cell phone number. They explained that they were students at the local college and belonged to the same fraternity. There were plenty of horny guys who needed their cocks drained regularly. They said they would be in touch, and sent me on my way.

As I returned home I realized that this was a nearly perfect situation. I could blow them and still keep my secret in school, and especially from Jenny!

I finally realized that I truly was a faggot, but had to pass in a straight world, so I'd just have to be discrete.

In the months to come my relationship with Jenny progressed, while I secretly gave blowjobs to any guy who offered me his cock. I would go to the fraternity house once a week and suck anyone who wanted it. Eventually we set up a regular schedule, and Thursday night at 7pm was my night to suck. Usually there was a suck line and I'd swallow 15-20 loads each night. I wanted more, but some of the guys were out, and my stomach probably couldn't take more. As it was, I felt a little nauseous when I swallowed that many loads.

When we graduated Jenny and I got married, but I continued to secretly suck. I had become a part of the fraternity tradition, and I continued to suck there, although I couldn't do it every Thursday, so I sucked when I could.

Jenny became accustomed to my being gone for several hours a couple of evenings a night, so I could suck without arousing suspicion.

As I reflect back on how it all started, I count myself fortunate to have become a hero to Jenny and picked up a new hobby at the same time!

  To be continued . . .

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