I'm Steven, a high school junior looking forward to college. I've been sending my applications to a number of schools, and recently recieved an invitation to visit a campus of a state university about two hundred miles away. It had a great curriculum, and reasonably low tuition, since it was a state school. The distance was just right as well – far enough away to not have my parents dropping in on me, but close enough to travel home for the holidays.

The school, which I'll just call State, was offering a free long weekend visit, where prospective students would arrive on Thursday night, tour the school and sit in some classrooms on Friday, socialize over the weekend, returning home Sunday night. My high school offered excused absences for the trip, which my parents appreciated.

I could stay at the dorm, where students without roommates were offering to share their room with visitors at no cost. What really caught my eye was that on the application it not only asked for gender, but preferred sexual orientation. I checked "gay" because I wanted to get a blowjob from a guy – I heard they did it the best, and most of the girls I'd dated just won't do it or did it poorly.

I didn't fill that part in until my parents had signed, so they wouldn't know. I was definitely straight, but just looking to get something special.

There was a bus service that went from my home city to State, so my parents didn't have to drive me. On the Thursday I was due to leave I got out of school early so I could catch the bus. I was already packed, so just needed to pick up my duffle bag and get driven to the bus station.

The trip was uneventful – traffic was good, and we got there in about four hours. I checked in at the Student Affairs office, and they called my roommate to come get me. I thought it was kind of appropriate that it was the Students Affairs office, because I was there to have sex with one of their resident faggots. I had wanted so long to get a good quality blowjob!

In about ten minutes, Ben, my roommate showed up. He welcomed me and took me to the dorm, where we talked while I unpacked.

There was a dinner for the visitors and their roommates at 8pm that night, so we had a little time to kill. Ben told me to get comfortable and said it was okay to sit around in my underwear. That sounded like a good idea, and hoped my cock would be in Ben's mouth soon.

I stripped down to my underwear and sat on the bed while Ben turned on the TV. I was already partly erect and it showed through my shorts, which Ben appeared to notice right away – I'll bet he was eager to get at my cock, and I wanted it to be easy for him.

We watched some sporting events on ESPN and I rubbed my crotch when Ben wasn't looking, getting myself fully hard.

"I understand you are gay," I said.

"What gave you that idea?" Ben asked. I thought he was just being cautious, which seemed reasonable.

"The application I sent in asked for sexual orientation of the roommate," I said, "So I checked gay."

"So you're gay?" asked Ben.

"No," I replied, "I'm straight, but wanted to have a gay roommate."

"Why would you want that?" asked Ben.

"Well, for a blowjob," I replied, "I heard that gay guys like to blow straight guys, and they give the absolute best head."

Ben jumped on the bed and abruptly rolled me onto my belly, pulling my arms behind me and tying them.

"What the fuck?" I said.

"So you thought you'd room with a faggot and get a blowjob, did you?" Ben asked.

"I didn't mean any harm," I said, now scared to death, "It seemed like a good deal for both of us."

Ben pulled off my undershorts, leaving me naked. I had lost my erection, which he noticed immediately and took hold of my cock. As he fondled me I couldn't help but responded.

Ben helped me sit up in the bed and propped pillows behind me. "Sorry I had to tie your hands, but I find the bondage scene really hot, and hope you will too."

Ben put some gay porn on the TV and I watched as guys sucked cocks. Meanwhile Ben stroked my cock to erection, filling me with desire. "I'll bet you really want to cum, don’t you," asked Ben.

I nodded and he continued, "Ready for a blowjob?"

"Yes, I'd like that," I quickly replied.

Ben dropped his pants and stepped out of his shorts and approached me. I supposed that like the guys in the porn, he liked to suck naked. I saw that he was fully hard, so he must have been looking forward to this too.

Suddenly I realized that something was wrong when he brought his hard cock to my mouth, and said, "Here you go – enjoy."

"I'm no sissy faggot," I yelled to Ben.

"And you think I am?" Ben responded.

"That's what I thought when I checked gay on the application," I insisted.

"That was for YOUR sexual orientation," Ben explained, "So I thought you were gay."

"There's been a terrible mistake," I said, "Let me out of here."

"We'll make the mistake right," Ben said, "You'll see."

When he didn't release me I began to panic. He brought his cock to my mouth again and said, "Go ahead, you'll like it."

"But I'm straight!" I insisted.

"For now," Ben said, "But we'll change that soon enough."

I refused to open my mouth, so Ben pushed pulled me from the pillows and made me lay on my back, my hands still tied behind me. He knelt over my head, sitting on my chest, and placed his cock head on my lips, but I wouldn't open.

"You are going to suck me," said Ben, "and if I feel your teeth on me your balls will feel what real pain is – understand?"

I nodded but kept my mouth closed. Ben pinched my nose, cutting off my air. I held my breath as long as I could, hoping Ben would give up, but finally I opened my mouth, gasping for air. Ben slipped his cock in and told me to just hold it there.

"Don't do anything just yet," he said, "Just get accustomed to the feel – see how natural it feels, like your mouth was supposed to welcome cocks."

As I lay there I had to admit that it did feel kind of good. Maybe because it was so taboo, but I'd never wanted this. Still, now that it was happening I found myself warming up to it.

No! I told myself – I was straight and this was something that cocksucking faggots do – not for me to do. Yet here I was with a stranger's cock in my mouth.

"Okay, enough of the preliminaries," said Ben, "Start sucking and move your tongue around a lot and keep your teeth off me!"

I began to suck, and somehow found it fascinating to run my tongue over the contours of his hard cock. While I sucked Ben continued to fondle my cock – keeping me in a continuing state of arousal. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and just kept my eyes shut, hoping it would be over soon.

After a few minutes Ben said, "I'll be cumming soon, and you may not like the taste at first – I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow – it’s an acquired taste, and you'll have to learn to like it."

I remember that girls said they hate the taste of cum, and one said it made her puke, so I feared Ben's load, but had no choice. Soon I felt his cock swell a little and felt it pulsing as he pumped his load into my mouth. It was strong tasting, and just as bad as I had imagined.

As I held Ben's foul load in my mouth he said, "Look up here."

I opened my eyes and saw him taking a picture of me with his cock in my mouth. I felt like my life was ruined. He left me laying on the bed as he got off and transferred the picture to his computer. He put it up on his screen and showed me. There was no mistaking that I had his cock in my mouth, and to make it even worse, it looked like I was enjoying it.

Ben returned and sat on the bed next to me, stroking my cock.

"How's that load taste now?" he asked, "Go ahead and swallow now."

With a little time, the foul taste seemed to go away. It was still strong tasting, but not so bad any more. I swallowed, but still had an aftertaste in my mouth.

"What now?" I asked.

"You'll be cumming soon," Ben explained, "But first I need to give you something."

He spread my legs, raised my knees and put my feet flat on the bed. He put some lube on his finger and pressed it between my ass cheeks, finding my hole and pausing at the entrance.

He stroked my cock with one hand and teased my hole with the other. "Like that?" he asked, but I refused to reply. It did feel kind of good, but I wasn't going to cooperate with him.

Then he slipped his finger in and began to finger fuck me. That felt very intrusive, but in a little while started to feel good. "I can tell you like that," said Ben, and slipped a second finger in. He worked both fingers in and out and wiggled them, making me feel things I had never felt before.

"Don't move," Ben said, as he pulled out his fingers, "I'll be right back."

Ben returned with a tapered pink device with a hose and bulb attached, as well as an electrical wire.

He put lube on it and pushed it up my ass, and then began to squeeze the bulb. I felt it grow inside me as Ben continued to pump. I don't know how big it became, but it really filled me up.

"What is that thing?" I asked.

"It's a vibrating butt plug," said Ben, "Wail 'til I turn it on."

He stopped pumping and flipped a switch and I felt it vibrating inside me. Ben moved a control and I felt it vibrating strongly, as he stroked my cock. I could take no more and I shot my load into the air, landing on my belly. Ben shut off the vibrator, deflated the butt plug and removed it. It was the most intense climax I had ever had!

Ben said, "You've seen the picture I have of you, so you better cooperate." He untied me and I rubbed my sore wrists. I had to collect my thoughts and figure out what to do. Ben had me at a serious disadvantage.

"Ok, so what's your game?" I asked.

"I'm one of a handful of faggot finders," Ben said, "I find faggots and set them up to blow my friends and I."

"But I'm not a faggot!" I insisted.

"That picture says otherwise," Ben affirmed, "None of this would have happened if you didn't try to take advantage of a faggot roommate, and now you’re the faggot!"

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"I'm sending the picture to all of my friends," Ben explained, "Many of whom you'll meet tonight, and you'll blow them if they want you to."

"What if I don't want to?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter what you want," Ben contended, "If you don't cooperate, I'll send the picture to your parents and your high school. With a little digging I can find out your church and make sure everyone you care about knows you’re a cocksucker."

I felt sick and didn't know what to do. I supposed I'd have to give some blowjobs while I'm here, but I'll be back home Sunday night. I'll just have to tough it out for a few days.

Just then there was a knock on the door and I grabbed for my clothes. "Stay as you are," directed Ben. He opened the door and invited a guy in.

"This is Ted," Ben said to me, "He's come for a blowjob."

Resigned to my fate, I got on my knees and began to suck him. For some reason, now that I accepted this, it didn't seem so bad. Ted's cock felt just fine in my mouth, and he responded well to my attentions. I could see that Ben was taking pictures, but there was no point making a fuss over it – the first picture was enough to do me in – I few more won't make any difference.

When Ted unloaded in my mouth it didn't taste as bad as when Bed did – maybe I was getting accustomed to the taste. Ted pulled out and said I was a really good cocksucker, and left.

After Ted left Ben said we should get cleaned up and ready for dinner. He told me that every guy I met tonight might be a blowjob candidate, so I better be friendly with everyone. He gave me a name tag, and told me that it would identify me as a cocksucker to those who needed to know, without alerting others. I looked at the tag for some kind of indicator but found none. My name was printed in black on a white background, with a black border around it.

"How will people be able to tell from the tag?" I asked.

"The black border," explained Ben, "Only cocksuckers have that."

"So what if some people notice the differences in name tags and ask why?" I asked.

"Just tell them that you are an honor student," Ben said. I wondered how many name tags like mine I would see.

We walked to the reception hall, where dinner was to be served. There were about fifty visiting students and I wondered how many would be forced to suck like me. I asked Ben and he said there might only be five in all, but one guy could suck a lot of cocks. I supposed that meant I'd be sucking nearly all the time.

Ben introduced me to dozens of his friends, and they all seemed to know about me. I suppose they may have recognized me from the picture Ben sent out. I felt like everyone knew I was a cocksucker, and felt really vulnerable.

Looking around I only noticed a couple of name tags like mine. When we made eye contact we just smiled, knowing we shared a special secret. I did recognize one guy, Joel, from my school. I greeted him, saying, "I see that you are an honor student also."

He gave me a funny look and I pointed to his name tag. "Oh that," he said, "How long have you been sucking?"

"I just started today," I said, "My roommate forced me to do it."

"That's how I got started," Joel confessed, "When I was twelve a neighbor kid made me suck him, and I've been doing it ever since."

"How do you like it?" I asked.

"I love it!" Joel affirmed, "It's a really important part of my life. If I go a couple days without sucking I start to feel anxious."

"You mean you suck every day?" I asked.

"Usually once or twice a day," he said, "Sometimes more, sometimes not at all."

"Where do you find the guys to suck?" I asked, "I'd be scared that if I sucked someone at school that soon everyone would know."

"I worried about that too," agreed Joel, "But the guys I suck really appreciate my work and keep my secret." We agreed to get together when we were back home.

An announcement was made asking us to be seated, so Joel and I found seats nearby, and were joined by our roommates.

After dinner Ben took me to a men's room where three of his friends were waiting for blowjobs. He had a guy standing watch outside the door, ready to text a warning if any faculty or staff approached. Any student who came in would simply think it was normal or might wait for their turn.

I blew the three guys who were waiting for me, and two more who came in while I was on my knees. We went back to the dining room and socialized for a while, and then Ben said it was time to leave.

It was dark now and Ben led me across the parking lot to a group of his friends. They welcomed me and one of the guys offered me his cock. I dropped to my knees and the other guys stood around me, forming a human wall that would keep my sucking hidden from view. After I finished the first guy, another took his place. This continued until I sucked all five of them. We returned to Ben's room and he asked me how I felt.

"My stomach feels a little uneasy," I said.

"That's because you swallowed a lot of cum," he said, "By my count about twelve loads since you've arrived. That's pretty close to your limit."

"Is it dangerous?" I asked, "What happens if I exceed my limit?"

"You'll just puke," said Ben, "But otherwise you'll be okay. With practice you'll get used to it and your limit will increase."

Ben told me that I'd sucked enough for one day and that I earned a rest, so I lay on the bed and rested.

"So how do you feel about cocksucking now?" Ben asked.

"I didn't like being forced," I said, "But other than that it's okay."

"You mean you're starting to like it?" Ben asked.

"Kind of," I replied.

"That's great!" said Ben, "You are probably one of those latent faggots, and just needed a chance to experience a cock in your mouth."

As much as I didn't like being called a faggot, I knew there was some truth in what he said.

The next morning Ben got me up early and said, "We need to get you to the showers – you've got work to do."

I was kind of looking forward to this, and by the time I got my clothes off and entered the shower I was half-way hard. There were guys already in the shower and I got right to my knees and sucked every cock presented to me. One of the guys told me to stand up, spread my legs and put my hands on the shower wall. I did so and felt his soapy fingers enter me, and then his cock. He held my hips while he fucked me and in a few minutes unloaded up my ass. A series of guys took turns plowing my ass and then Ben told me it was time for me take my shower. I was really horny now and started to stroke my soapy cock, but Ben stopped me and told me to save it for later.

We dried off and went back to Ben's room.

Still naked, Ben approached me and said, "Hold my cock in your mouth while you jack off – you need to cum."

In less than 24 hours my life had completely changed. Now Ben's cock in my mouth was completely arousing, and soon I shot my load. "You've made great progress," he said, "Your desire for cock will keep you sucking, now that you've tasted it."

We got dressed and went to breakfast, and then Ben dropped me off at the Academic building where they had a special program for the visitors. Ben told me that I was to blow anyone who asked me or offered me his cock. He told me that as long as I wore my name tag, those who needed to know, would recognize me as a cocksucker.

The program for the day kept me really busy, but one of the university students interrupted and said that I was wanted at the registrar's office and that he would take me. Instead, he took me into an empty room and whipped out his cock. I went to work on him without delay, and returned with a manly aftertaste in my mouth.

So far I thought most of the guys I sucked were friends of Ben, alerted by his sending my picture to them. I wondered if many guys would recognize my name tag. There were a couple of hours free in the afternoon, so I told Ben I was going to sit in the commons area and see what happens.

"You must like sucking alright," he said, "Good luck trolling for cock!"

I found a comfortable chair in sight of a television and sat down, making sure my name tag was clearly visible. I smiled at anyone who made eye contact, but for a few minutes nothing unusual happened. Then a tall guy and three of his friends approached and said, "Welcome to State – care to show us your special talent?"

I stood up and asked where, and they led me to a men's room on the next floor up. "There isn't much happening on this floor today, so we shouldn't be bothered," he said.

The men's room had a series of stalls at first, with urinals at the end. We went to the far end, where anyone coming in the door would be blocked from seeing us by the stalls. I dropped to my knees and began sucking. Two other guys took their cocks out and stood on either side. I fondled them to erection and was really warming up to cocksucking. The first guy rewarded my efforts and I swallowed as he pulled out. One of the guys I was fondling took his place and another offered his cock to me to play with. All of the guys must have been really horny because they came quickly. I found that the more cum I recieved, the better it tasted.

As I was sucking the last guy I heard the men's room door open and stopped, ready to disengage.
"It's alright," one guy said, "They're with us." One of the guys I sucked had texted them and they arrived, eager for their turn.

Four more guys had come in, and I was glad to suck them, but unsure how much I could take. I remembered how my stomach felt last night when Ben said I probably had reached my limit. I couldn't remember how many blowjobs I had given today, but knew I'd have to take a rest when I hit my limit.

That came soon, and once I swallowed another load my stomach started to act up. I recognized the feeling right away but already had a hard cock in my mouth. I pulled back and said, "I have to stop – I've hit my limit."

"You can't stop now!" the guy protested, "You have to finish the job."

I realized that it just wasn't polite to arouse a guy and not finish the job, so I sucked him a few more minutes and he shot his seed in my mouth. I should have spit it out, but swallowing seemed so natural now, and as soon as I did, my stomach started to rebel. Through force of will alone I kept it down, but knew I was on the verge of throwing up.

"That's it for now," I said. But the last remaining guy was insistent.

"Come on," he said, "Just one more! You can do it."

I opened my mouth and sucked him, but it wasn't like the others. A cock in the mouth just isn't as nice when your stomach is trying to heave, but I toughed it out. Soon he rewarded my efforts and filled my mouth with his cream. I swallowed and suddenly I couldn't hold it down any more. I quickly got up and into the nearest stall and felt like I was puking my guts out.

When I was finished I felt relieved, and thought it was a shame to lose all the cum, but I knew where I could get more. I got up and left the stall, finding myself alone – apparently puking was a turn off, so my welcoming committee had departed. I cleaned up and took my name tag off, and went back to the commons to recover. In an hour I was feeling better and put my name tag back on and returned to the new visitor program for the rest of the afternoon.

At the end of the day a guy approached me and asked if I could help him, and I agreed. He took me to his dorm room where I blew him and his roommate, and then returned to Ben's room. Ben told me that we would be visiting a couple of fraternity dances that night, and I would probably give a couple of blowjobs at each. It sounded like I might be pushing my limit, but hoped I wouldn't have a problem. I don't recall how many blowjobs I gave, but I did hit my limit twice, and Ben had me rest for half an hour and have something to eat, which allowed me to swallow three more loads before hitting my limit again. After another rest I blew two more, and Ben told me that was enough for now, and we returned to his room.

After I went to bed Ben came to me, fully hard and said he needed help. I told him I'd suck him but dared not swallow. He told me to just suck him until he was close, and he'd finish in my ass.

I sucked him as he moaned with pleasure, and then pulled out and told me to get on my knees, with my head down. As I did he squirted lube into my hole and then pushed his cock inside. He only needed a few minutes before emptying his load inside me.

On Sunday morning we repeated the shower scene, where some of the guys fucked me while I sucked others. Some enjoyed my mouth and then finished in my ass. It was really nice to get it in both ends at once, and I knew I was going to love college life!

After breakfast Ben helped me get packed so I would be ready when the bus arrived. That left me free to suck as many cocks as I could in the time remaining. Ben texted many of his friends and soon I had a steady stream of guys coming in for blowjobs. I had to meet the bus in fifteen minutes and still had three guys to go, so I sucked as eagerly as I could and all rewarded my efforts.

As I swallowed the last load my stomach began to react, and I told Ben. This was a really inconvenient time to get sick. Ben told me to just sit and rest for a bit, and he picked up my duffle. "Let's walk to the bus, but try not to move any more than needed. We got to the bus and I got on, thankful for Ben's help. I reclined the seat and closed my eyes, replaying some of the many hot events of the weekend.

My stomach settled down I felt relieved. I opened my eyes and found Joel was sitting next to me.

"Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I was at my limit."

"I know what you mean," Joel replied, "I hit mine three times this weekend."

"This seems like a cocksucker's paradise," I said, and Joel agreed.

We made arrangements to get together back at home, and when we did, Joel taught me to 69, which I really enjoyed. We kissed and I found that I liked it, even though I had only kissed girls before.

Both Joel and I went to State after we graduated. He became my boyfriend and we shared a room. We eached sucked as many cocks as we could during the day, but each night we ended up in bed together, usually finishing with a 69.

We don't need name tags to identify us as cocksuckers – it seems that all the right guys know, and that keeps our bellies full of cum!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)