I'm Seth, a guy who learned to recruit guys to suck in the High School shower. I longed to suck cock but wanted to keep my desires secret, so I had to be very careful. I came up with an approach that soon got me dozens of "regulars" to suck. In gym class I would stay in the shower until there was only one guy left and then stoke my cock so he could see me. Many looked away, but sometimes they would stroke as well. Once they were hard, I'd offer to "help" them, and stroked with a soapy hand. I'd make a point of massaging the head, which drove most guys wild. Then I'd say, "Can't finish this here – meet me after school."

A few guys would chicken out, but most went for it, and we would find a nearby place with enough privacy for a quickie blowjob. They always loved it and wanted more. They were good a keeping my secret because they feared being labeled as gay themselves. I always made a point of exchanging cell phone numbers so we could easily arrange more head. There were about forty boys in my gym class, and by the end of the school year I was sucking about half of them – all thought they were the only ones!

When summer break arrived, I missed being able to recruit in the shower, though it was nice to have plenty of free time to suck. Some of my regulars went out of town for the summer, but most remained, and often wanted to be sucked more often than during school. Still, I missed the shower scene.

My parents had a family membership the local YMCA, so I decided to go swimming there. After swimming I showered, initially by myself. A few minutes later two other guys joined me. I usually waited until there was only one other guy, but I felt bold today and began to stroke while showing myself to both of them. I hoped that one would respond and was delighted to see both of them stroking.

I went to the nearest one and offered a hand, and soon was stroking him. The second guy drew near and I took him in my other hand. It was wonderful to have two hard guys needing my attention, and I decided to blow them right on the spot. I dropped to my knees and began sucking the first guy while continuing to fondle the second. I got my first load of cum and turned to the second guy. He was about halfway to cummng when suddenly a bunch of kids rushed into the shower. They looked like Junior High kids and soon many were stroking and watching as I finished the blowjob.

He pulled out and one of the nearby kids said, "Do me." I took his small cock into my mouth. He was easy to suck and must have been very horny because he came almost immediately. He pulled out and another took his place. I continued to suck, maybe a dozen or more of them, until my stomach began to feel upset. I'd never had that happen before and decided to stop before I threw up. I told all the boys I'd give my cell number to any who wanted it, and most stopped by my locker to get it as I dressed.

I returned to the YMCA about once a week and gave blowjobs in the shower – I found I really liked getting "caught" with a cock in my mouth, though only occasionally sucked a group like those younger kids.

Once school started some of my regulars approached me in the shower and asked me to suck them off. I usually declined because others were present, but once there was nobody else there, and I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He was getting close when suddenly other guys came in – some were my regulars, while others were not, but they all clearly saw me sucking cock in the shower.

Some of them approached me for a blowjob and I went along with it – there was no longer anything to hide.

Suddenly I heard, "What's going on here?" It was Coach Mitchell, and he'd caught me with a cock in my mouth!

I was stunned, thinking I was in deep trouble. He told me to stay after class. A lot went through my mind as I imagined the many terrible things that could happen. My parents would probably be told and they would really be pissed. Cocksucking had been the joy of my life, but now it was my downfall!

I stopped to see Coach Mitchell, who asked, "Did they make you do that?"

"No," I confessed, "They just asked me to."

"And you did it voluntarily?" he asked.

"Yes," I confessed, terrified at what might be next.

"You know that the school has an anti-bullying policy – we want everyone to be safe here," he said, "So if anyone is picking on you, just let any teacher know."

"I will," I said, now wondering if he would like a blowjob. I thought he might but thought he would never dare to ask.

Coach Mitchel gave me a pass, excusing my late arrival at my next class. I thanked him and left.

I few of the boys teased me a little, but it was nothing particularly mean – just comments that I was going to be very popular, and I hoped that would soon be true.

Fortunately, word never did get back to my parents, though it was well known throughout the school.

One day I asked Coach Mitchell to meet with him, and he said I could after gym class. Now feeling very comfortable about being openly gay, I said, "As you know, I'm gay, and I've been with some of the guys," (that was an understatement, but this was no time to brag).

"Go on," replied the Coach.

"Well, I was wondering what it would be like to be with someone more mature," I continued, "Like you."

There was a moment of silence and I thought I might be in trouble for trying to proposition a teacher, but he replied, "I'm straight."

"So are most of the guys I've been with," I responded, "You do have to cum, so why not let me help?"

"This has to be completely on the down low," he said, "But you can come to my house after school today if you like."

I was thrilled and accepted. He gave me his address and told me to stop by at 4:30, to which I agreed.

I couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. By now I'd given hundreds of blowjobs, but never to an adult! I arrived at Coach Mitchell's house at 4:30 as directed.

He welcomed me in and told me to undress. I did, and he led me downstairs to his basement. There was a couch and flat screen TV with a porn video showing. What took me completely by surprise was four adult men drinking beer as they watched the video

"You wanted an adult experience," Coach Mitchell said, "Today will be very memorable."

He told me to kneel in the center of the room, and told me I would get acquainted with everyone – I should arouse them but not make them cum.

I knelt there as one man after the other put his cock in my mouth while another guy made a video of me in action. After sucking all to erection, the Coach asked me, "Have you ever been fucked?" I said I had not.

"Then today will be extra-special," he said, "You'll lose your virginity!"

Two of the men brought a strange looking device in and placed it in the center of the room. It was a fuck bench, and looked a little like a sawhorse, padded on top, with velcro straps on the legs. I was directed to lay on it, which I did. The other men then secured my wrists and ankles with the velcro straps. I was securely bound with my ass open to any who wanted it!

Coach Mitchel began, "You will lose your virginity to a gangbang, but we have no desire to injure you. I will prep your ass so you are ready, and we will rape you in size order – that way the smallest guy goes first to open you up gradually, and each will have a tight fuck. While you are being fucked, the next man will be "on-deck" in your mouth. Since this is a rape, you will not be asked to consent – if you object, it will be ignored – today we are having our way with you, and you’ll just have to take it!

One guy positioned himself with his cock in my mouth as I felt the coach lubing and fingering my ass, then slipping various objects in, and using a speculum on me to open me further. He said I was ready and the guy I was sucking pulled out of my mouth and slipped into my ass. I was well-prepped, so I felt him stretch me open, but it didn't hurt. While he pumped into me the next guy warmed up in my mouth. He only took a few minutes to cum, and then the second guy had his turn. Each guy stretched me a little more, and sometimes it hurt a little, but I got over it. The last guy was not only thick, but also long, and he "bottomed out" repeatedly as he thrust deep. I was glad when he finally came.

When he pulled out, I knew I had been well-used! As the guys released me from the fuck bench, Coach Mitchell put something in my ass crack.

"That's a panty liner," he said, "It will catch any leakage".

I got dressed and thanked the Coach for a one-of-a-kind experience. He said it I wanted more he would be glad to host.

I returned home, knowing that I'd never be the same!

  To be continued . . .

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