I'm Mel, a fifteen-year-old gay high school kid, still looking for my first gay sex. I think about it all the time, but don't dare act on it for fear of word getting all around school. I wish I knew of opportunities outside of school, but all I do know of are for adults only. There was one guy at school who made the made the mistake of coming out – now the kids make his life miserable. The call him "Homo Joe" all the time and push him around. This started in middle school and continues even into high school, sometimes with teachers looking on and saying nothing.

Over the last two years the administration has been trying to combat some of this with anti-bullying programs and a diversity program. It all sounds really noble, but time will tell. Still, there at least seems to be a change in attitude among the faculty, and some of that has spilled over to the students.

I recently saw a poster announcing the formation of several diversity support groups. One in particular, the "Gay-Straight Alliance" really caught my eye. I went to the school website and read about it. It's focus was to promote understanding between gay and straight people, with the hope of eliminating the harassment that used to be common.

I didn't know any other gay people, but was sure there must be a lot – just tightly closeted like me. If I attended I could meet some and perhaps hook-up and fulfill my needs. I was really curious but at the same time fearful that I would be outed and find out first-hand that people aren't as accepting as I had hoped.

A couple of weeks went by, and one day Mrs. Martin, who sponsored the diversity groups began a video series about the support groups. They were shown as part of our daily communications, running for 12 minutes each period five. On the day when they featured the Gay-Straight Alliance she was joined by Ben, the captain of the school football team. I couldn't believe what I heard – he said the football team and the other sports teams were taking a stand against violence and harassment, and said that he personally was going to attend the Gay-Straight Alliance meetings. That was big news for me, because the jocks had historically been the most homophobic group in the school. Four years ago they put several gay guys in the hospital, so this was a big change.

I decided to go to a meeting – once, and see what it was like. I would decide after that if I was going to keep on attending.

I attended the next meeting and saw that there were eight other guys there – three were football players. They sat next to other guys who I presumed were gay. Mrs. Martin was there to moderate and opened by stating that we were going to honor some of the practices of Alcoholics Anonymous – specifically, anything that happened or was said in these meetings went no further. I hoped that it would really be true, but I decided play it safe and not reveal myself.

Mrs. Martin asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves and if we wanted, we could self-identify ourselves as gay or straight, but could just say "pass" if we didn't want to. The jocks all identified themselves as straight, though I knew there had to be some gay jocks. Three guys admitted to being gay, and two others (and me) chickened out and said "pass".

Mrs. Martin did a fairly good job of keeping the discussion positive, but I found it boring. If I were running it I would have made it about guys hooking up, but of course that isn't something the school could ever sanction. I left the meeting, not interested in returning.

The next day at lunch Ben came to my table and asked if he could join me. I agreed and he sat down. I asked him about an upcoming game with our main rival, The Marauders. He said he was confident because we had practiced hard and played well, but they were a really tough team to beat. We talked sports for most of the lunch period, but after we had finished eating he said, "At the meeting last night you passed rather than identify yourself – were you just playing it safe?"

"Perhaps," I said, uneasy about where I thought this was heading.

"I think you are gay," said Ben, "But maybe don't feel safe admitting it."

"That sounds reasonable," I said.

"As you know I'm straight," Ben said, "But I really am trying to understand gay guys, and hoped that you would help me."

I remained silent and he continued, "So if you really are gay I'd appreciate it if you would tell me."

"Okay Ben," I said, "I'm going to take a risk and trust you – yes, I'm gay."

Ben smiled and asked, "Thanks for leveling with me – so you mess around with other guys?

"That's what gay guys do," I said wondering if I was dealing with a moron, but added, "Except I haven't yet."

"So you want to suck cock," Ben said, "But haven't had the chance to – is that it?"

"Crudely put," I said, "But yes.

"What if I could arrange for you to suck cock?" Ben offered.

"What are you driving at?" I asked, interested but still cautious.

"There are lots of straight guys who need to cum and would much rather get a good blowjob instead of jacking-off."

"This isn't exactly public knowledge," I countered.

"No, but I know some guys who would be very interested," Ben returned.

"How is it that you know this?" I asked.

"Because it’s my team," explained Ben, "And I hear that the other sports teams are interested too."

"You mean the same guys who put a couple of gay guys in the hospital now want blowjobs from them?" I said, with incredulity.

"Those guys are long gone," Ben assured me, "Times have changed and we all realize that picking on gays was stupid, when we would all be better off if we were friends."

It made sense, but I was skeptical. "I'm not so sure," I said.

"Well, would you at least come over to my home after school tomorrow and talk with some of us?" Ben asked.

That seemed harmless enough – I could always just walk out if I didn't like how things were going. "Okay," I said, "But I'm putting a lot of trust in you."

"You won't regret it," assured Ben, and shook my hand. I gave him a firm handshake, wanting to dispel any gay stereotypes.

The next day I arrived at Ben's home after school and was greeted by him Mom. She invited me in and offered me a cola, which I gratefully took. She took me downstairs to the recreation room (now often called "man caves") and I saw Ben and the other two team members who had been at the meeting – Mike and Ted.

We had some small talk about the upcoming game and then I heard Ben's Mom yell down to us, "I'm leaving now – be back in an hour." I wished she was staying because I'd feel a lot safer, but I was stuck.

As soon as she was out the door Ben went to the fridge and brought us each back some beer. We each got through one can and began second when Ben got to the reason we were all here. He reiterated the fact that the football team members wanted to be friends with gay guys, and it would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.

"You mean you guys all get blowjobs," I said, "But what to the gay guys get?"

"Well, to suck cocks," Ben replied, "Isn't that what you want – and especially to blow straight guys?"

"That's just an old stereotype!" I insisted, knowing that for many it was still true.

One of the guys got up and unzipped, taking his cock out. It was soft, but pretty impressive just the same.

"What's this all about?" I demanded.

"Just showing you what we have to offer," Ben replied, "Mind if I do the same?"

"Suit yourself," I said, and the other two guys whipped out their cocks.

I had never been in this kind of situation before – the cocks were there and actually being OFFERED to me – I was rock hard and hoping they didn't know – I'd be so embarrassed!

Ben came up to me and said, "Look, you don't have to suck, but wouldn't you at least like to touch a manly cock?"

The beer had eased some of my inhibitions and I found my hand raising from my lap, but I stopped before I got close.

"You know you want to," he continued, "And we'd really like you to – go ahead and try it."

I reached for his cock and took it in my hand while the other guys watched. This was not a good idea at all but I had so much desire I just couldn't help it! I loved the feel of his cock hardening in my hand and I stroked him to full erection. I hadn't noticed but as I did Ben inched closer to me, and now his hard cock was just inches from my face. I was stairing at the hard cock of the football team captain and I really wanted to suck him, but didn't dare. Then his cock got closer and touched my lips. I had no more resistance to offer and opened my mouth, eagerly taking him in.

I don't know what Ben said, but it was something encouraging and how he liked my work. I couldn't believe I was giving my first blowjob under these circumstances, and I really loved it! Soon Ben poured his hot load into my mouth and I swallowed. He pulled out and Ted stepped up. There was no use resisting, so into my mouth went Ted's cock and soon he was urging me on.

"He really loves it," said Mike.

"Yeah, it makes a huge difference when your sucker wants it," agreed Ted.

"You're a really good cocksucker – ah – I'm sorry – I mean you do really good work," said Ben.

It was amusing how politically correct Ben was trying to be while watching me blow Ted. Soon Ted finished and said, "It's true, guys do suck better than girls!"

He pulled out and I began to suck Mike. "Oh my God this is incredible!" he said. By now I was getting the hang of it and was probably doing better job. I consciously moved my tongue around his cock head and gave special attention to the sensitive spot under the head, and soon Mike gave up his seed to me.

I swallowed as he pulled out. Mike zipped up and we all took our seats again.

For a moment there was dead silence – just what is the appropriate thing to say at a time like this?

Finally, Ben said, "Mel, I'm really sorry for calling you a cocksucker – it just slipped – please don't be offended."

"I'm not," I replied, "I am a cocksucker and I'm fine with you calling me that as long as it's in a friendly spirit and in private."

Ted chimed in with, "Well, you are one really good cocksucker!"

I smiled and Mike asked, "So how did you feel about it?"

"I liked it," I said, "So how is this supposed to work?"

Ted and Mike turned to Ben, who seemed to be caught by surprise. "Well, we don't have a formal plan," he said, "But just thought we could work it out together."

"Sounds reasonable," I agreed, "How often do you guys think you want it?"

"I could probably use it nearly every day," said Ben, "But Ted and Mike have girlfriends, so they won't need it as often."

"Don't forget the girls go on the rag once a month, and they aren't always in the mood," added Ted.

Mike went further, "Mel, your mouth is better than any pussy as far as I'm concerned."

"If you guys are straight," I responded, "Then I don't want to take you away from pussy, but will be glad to fill in as needed."

So we had at least a rough agreement. I gave the guys my cell number so they could contact me as needed.

Ben picked up the beer cans, wanting to get them out of sight before his Mom returned.

When she did she came down to check on us. "You boys still talking sports?" she asked, "That seems to be all you boys are interested in!" We smiled at each other, knowing better.

I blew the guys every few days for the next week. Then Ben asked if I would be willing to do something special. I told him I needed to know what, and he said that he wanted to offer some additional incentive to his team when they faced The Marauders. He asked if I would blow the entire team if they won.

I agreed and he said it might just make the difference needed.

All week long I looked forward to the game. On Friday night I was there to cheer my team on. Ben got me a really good seat on the 50-yard line. Never before did I have so much interest in a football game. The Marauders were tough, but our team was ready and played their very best. Ben threw the pass that led to the final touchdown and added to our already winning position. When the game was over Ben ran to me and told me to go to the locker room and get undressed and in the shower – the team earned it.

I was thrilled as I rushed to the locker room and got undressed. I turned on the showers to warm them up and got on my knees, eager for my reward!

  To be continued . . .

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