I'm Jeff, a high school sophomore guy whose kinky girlfriend indirectly led me to be a cocksucker. I'm actually glad of it, but it’s an odd story. Marsha was my girlfriend and she loved to make me cum. That part was good, but I never got to fuck her. I insisted on preserving her virginity, which I suppose was why she tried to make up for it by making me cum every day.

It started out with jacking me off, but then started to get kinky. She would have me kneel on her bed and then she would stick a finger up my ass and have me jack off. At first I objected, saying that it was something gays guys would like.

"All guys love it," Marsha said, "But most won't admit it. It's just between us anyway."

She would put two fingers in me and wiggle them around, driving me to a fast, intense climax. It didn't take long for me to really warm up to anal, and soon I was game for anything she would suggest. One day she gave me a black butt plug that was about 5 inches long, tapering from about an inch and a quarter at its largest, down to a rounded tip. There was a base that flared out so that when it was inserted it would stay in place but not go in all the way. She told me that she got it for herself, but it was a little too large for her. I tried it and it was perfect. Marsha would have me wear it on every date. It felt really arousing to be out with her with the butt plug in place, and at the end of the date she usually rewarded me with a blowjob. I knew that most girls didn't give blowjobs, and I counted myself lucky to have a girl who was not only kinky, but gave blowjobs – and swallowed too!

I was completely in love with Marsha and thought we would always be together, but then her family moved out of state, and soon we were separated by over a thousand miles. We vowed that we would keep our love going, but it's tough to be that far apart, and after awhile we drifted apart.

I missed her a lot, but the distance was just too much to bear. I wore the butt plug for a couple of hours each day – sometime for most of the day. I would usually jack-off with the butt plug in and enjoyed the kinky feeling of walking around in public plugged.

The longer I wore the plug the more the lube would dry out, and start to feel uncomfortable. So I tried using a larger amount of lube, which seemed to help. One Sunday I went to hang out with Jim, my best friend, at his house. I shot a large squirt of lube up my ass and put a lot on the plug, anticipating wearing it all day. That worked out well and felt quite comfortable.

Jeff was home alone and he swiped a couple of his father's beers for us to enjoy. We sat in his enclosed back yard drinking. As I sat there I couldn't help but think about how surprised Jim would be if he knew I was plugged, but of course I wasn't going to say anything. I decided to get up and walk around a bit, because that made the plug move just a bit, so I could really feel it inside me.

It was then that I realized I had a problem. All the extra lube allowed the plug to slip out, and I felt it beginning to. I quickly sat down, forcing it back in. I tried getting up a little later and found that it happened again, and quickly resumed my seat.

I was trapped in my seat. I was terrified that the plug might come out and I'd be embarrassed as hell for Jim to know.

We were both getting hungry, so Jim fired up his grill and brought out some burgers and brats to cook. I felt I needed to stand near Jim while he was cooking instead of remaining in my seat while he grilled. I held my cheeks tight together to keep he plug in and was constantly conscious of its presence, and the risk of my exposure. From time to time I would discretely push it in through my pants.

It was awkward but seemed to work. When the burgers and brats were done, Jim put them on a plate and asked me to take them to the table. With a beer in one hand and the plate in the other, I had no free hand to push the plug back in and tried to just keep my cheeks tight as I walked to the table. I thought I was doing fine, when suddenly it just popped out and slipped out of my shorts, falling onto the ground.

I quickly put down the plate and beer and went to retrieve it and realized that Jim had seen the whole thing. "You like stuff up your ass, I see," said Jim.

There was no denying it, so I just nodded and hoped to change the subject, but Jim persisted.

"Ever have a cock up your ass?" he asked.

"Hell no," I said, "I'm no faggot."

"I didn't mean that," he said, "I was thinking more like a fuck buddy."

"A what?" I asked.

"A fuck buddy," he said, "I could fuck your ass, which would work out well for both of us."

"That sounds pretty gay," I said.

"Who the hell cares," Jim said, "As long as we keep it private – just between you and I – how 'bout it?"

I told Jim I wasn't thrilled with the idea, and we sat down to eat. Jim brought out a few more beers for us and we enjoyed them with our food. By the time we finished we had each had three beers, and at our age that was enough to really diminish our inhibitions.

Jim continued to press me to be his fuck buddy, and I gave in. I would never have agreed sober, but he might never have asked either.

I dropped my shorts and Jim slipped up my ass. I was still well-lubed from the butt plug, so he went in easily and it felt even better than the butt plug. I felt myself getting aroused from Jim's fucking. Soon Jim came and he encouraged me to jack-off while he was still in me.

I did and came in less than a minute. There was clearly nothing straight about what had just happened, but neither of us cared. I went home that evening wondering if I was still straight or not.

The next day at school Jim took me aside and said, "I know we were drunk yesterday, but I really like what we did, and I think you did too, so I'd like to do it more."

I was afraid that Jim would think less of me, but now I was encouraged, and quickly agreed.

I went to Jim's house right after school. His parents wouldn't be home from work for a couple of hours, so we had plenty of time. I didn't have my butt plug in, but Jim said he'd get me ready. He had me strip down and lean over the arm of the couch with my feet spread. He put lube on his fingers and worked them into me finger-fucking me with one hand, while the other reached between my legs and stroked my hardening cock.

I never thought I could be so aroused – especially with Jim, but what are friends for anyway?

He slipped in a third finger and then a fourth. He slipped his thumb into me and moved it to further stretch me. "I better stop there, or you'll be too loose for me," he said.

I was ready for him to keep going, but I knew his cock was next, and I really wanted that. Soon Jim slid his cock in with ease and I enjoyed the wonderful full feeling as he pushed in balls-deep. He put his hands on my hips and held me as he pumped in and out. Soon Jim came and collapsed on top of me, catching his breath.

It may have taken a few beers to get us to try this, but being fucked sober felt so much better – I loved being able to feel every bit of the fucking without the beer dulling any sensations. It was really nice to have his cock still in me as he finished draining, but wished that it had lasted longer. Jim was a quick cummer, and I wondered what could be done to give him more "staying power".

Jim went into the bathroom and cleaned up, returning naked. This surprised me because he had just fucked me with his pants on. "What's going on?" I asked.

"I just thought we'd stay comfortable," Jim said, "In case I am able to go again."

"You can do that?" I asked, "How soon?"

"Don't know," he replied, "Never timed myself, but maybe half an hour – we'll see."

I was all for another fucking and was eager for Jim to be ready. "Go ahead and stroke if you want," he said, "You need to cum too."

I had never stroked in front of anyone before, but I was aroused, so I went for it.

"Maybe if you handle me I'll be ready sooner," suggested Jim, and that sounded good to me. We sat next to each other on the couch and I took hold of his soft cock and squeezed him firmly, then started stroking. Jim stroked me, and I found myself really liking Jim's cock.

"You can suck me if you want," he said.

I was stunned at first and didn't respond. That seemed like way too gay for me to do, but I realized that nothing that happened between us had been especially straight and knew that it would just be between us. I leaned over and took Jim's cock in my mouth and began to suck.

"Damn that's good!" he said, and I wondered if I could make him cum that way. Probably, since it feels so good. I remembered how much Marsha seemed to like blowing me and was beginning to feel a certain satisfaction in being able to arouse Jim. He was only semi-hard, but that was because of my attention, so I decided to continue and see how far I could take him.

I got off the couch and knelt on the floor between Jim's legs, which was much more comfortable for sucking. In addition, I found that I could stroke myself that way too, and something about Jim's cock in my mouth was incredibly arousing. I realized that if I kept going he would probably cum in my mouth. I had heard that cum tastes awful, but Marsha didn't mind swallowing it, so it couldn't be too bad!

Soon I felt my climax approaching and didn't want to shoot on the carpet, so I cupped my hand and squirted my load into it. I would never have thought that a cock in my mouth would be so arousing, but there was no denying that I really liked Jim's cock!

I lifted my hand and Jim suggested that I swallow it. I had fully intended to swallow Jim if he came in my mouth, so swallowing my own cum seemed even more natural, so I licked it off my hand. It was strong tasting, but not really bad – certainly a distinctive and memorable taste. I wondered if Jim's would taste the same, or if everyone was different.

I had to rest a bit to catch my breath and think about this. I liked girls and as far as I knew, so did Jim, yet here we were naked and arousing each other. Could I still be straight? I decided not to waste much time ponding it – I had to get Jim hard again!

I returned to sucking him, now focusing on him, and in a few more minutes he was hard. Jim felt that he was ready to go again, and I resumed my place leaning over the arm of the couch. My ass was still lubed, and Jim slipped in easily once again. "Go slower this time," I requested.

Jim wanted to prolong the pleasure as well, and stroked in and out more gradually this time. It was one great fuck! No hurry this time – I loved the feeling of Jim filling my ass, and just closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. It was like a dream that I never wanted to wake from. I think the second time was much better because Jim was in no hurry to cum this time.

Jim must have fucked me for at least ten minutes – ten minutes of shear bliss! But as he started to feel his climax coming on he grabbed my hips and began thrusting harder until he came. Once again he collapsed on top of me and lay there for a bit.

Jim pulled out and went to clean up and I got dressed. Jim thanked me and we agreed to fuck again tomorrow.

The next day I got a kinky idea – what if I blew Jim on the bus, so he would be ready to go a second time once we got home? I liked the idea but needed to be careful we weren't caught. I didn't think about school work the rest of the day – I had a more urgent issue to figure out. By the last period I had it worked out.

I had Jim follow me to the last seat on the bus where we sat together. With all those kids on the bus I didn't dare try anything, but after fifteen minutes about half the kids had gotten off. I was rubbing Jim's crotch and he was getting nervous. "Take out your cock," I whispered to him.

"Are you fuckin' nuts?" he asked, "Right here on the school bus?"

I just nodded, and after a little hesitation he unzipped and came out to play. He was nearly hard already and once I got my hand around him he was fully hard. I took a quick look around to confirm that nobody was watching, and then leaned over and took him into my mouth. Since it was Jim's first climax of the day, he came very quickly and rewarded my efforts. As his cum flooded my mouth I enjoyed the manly flavor, finding that it tasted a lot like mine, but just a little different.

I swallowed, and sat up. None of the other kids had any idea what had just happened, which gave me the confidence to try other things in the future. I swallowed and when we got off the bus, Jim said he was ready for my ass again. When we got to his house we both stripped down and he took his time plowing my ass. I think it was the best fuck so far, made better with his taste still in my mouth. Afterward Jim cleaned up and let me hold his cock in my mouth while I jacked-off. Once again, I swallowed my own load.

From that point on we always found a place where I could suck Jim off before we got home, and had a great fuck afterward. Jim always came the first time of the day in less than a minute, so we discovered that we could duck into someplace and Jim could whip out his cock. I'd be on it immediately and soon I'd have his load. Sometimes it was in a stairwell, or the boy's room, or an empty class room. I loved being able to blow Jim almost anywhere, and especially love the fucking I'd get as my reward!

  To be continued . . .

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