I 'm Mike, a sophomore in high school and generally regarded as a good kid. I study hard, don't do drugs, and stay out of trouble. So it was quite by accident that I found myself in an unexpected situation.

I was at a Friday night party at a friend’s house. His parents were gone for an overnight date, so he was free to have a bunch of guys and girls over for some fun. There was beer and pot, but I stuck with the beer, not doing drugs.

Marsha, a pretty black girl was there, along with her boyfriend, Tom. I envied Tom, because Marsha was really hot. Like a lot of black girls she had a big ass, which she moved so nicely! She wasn't fat though, but had some really impressive tits.

I could smell pot as a joint was being passed around. Marsha offered me a hit but I declined. I'd much rather have her nipples in my mouth than a joint! At the time I didn't realize it but just being around so many smoking it would begin to give me a contact high. I didn't really get high just from being around them, but it did lower my inhibitions. So later that evening Marsha was able to talk me into taking just two hits.

That was more than enough for me, and really took me out of my comfort zone! I felt good, but didn't dare take any more hits.

Marsha and Tom came over to me to see how I was doing. After a little small talk, Tom completely surprised me when he said I could suck his cock if I wanted.

"Why would I want that?" I asked, stunned.

"Well, a lot of white boys love black cock," he explained, "And I was just offering."

If I weren't high, I would have been seriously offended, but instead I just responded, "No thanks."

"You really ought to try it," said Marsha, "You don't know what you're missing."

With my inhibitions gone, I replied, "What I'd really like to try is sucking your nipples!"

Marsha smiled and said she was flattered, and asked if I would suck Jim if she let me suck her nipples.

Normally I wouldn't have even considered it, but in my confused state it sounded pretty good, and I agreed.

Right there, out in the open before everyone Marsha unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts. I was mesmerized as she brought one to me and eagerly took a nipple between my lips and sucked.

"You got a nice mouth," she said, "Jim will love it."

I just ignored what she said and remained pressed to her breast, sucking one nipple to full erection, then switching to the other. Jim and others were taking pictures with their cell phones, but I didn't mind -- I was getting something I never thought was attainable!

"Okay, Jim's turn," she said. She pulled back, even though I wanted more.

Now Jim stepped up and unzipped. Right there while everyone else was watching, he took out his cock. It was bigger than any cock I'd ever seen, though I really hadn't seen many.

Even though I was high, I really didn't want to suck him, and wished I could go back to Marsha, but Tom was persistent.

"Please," I said, "I don't want to do this."

Marsha sat close to me an put her hand on my crotch. She massaged me to erection and said, "Come on Mike, I gave you what you wanted and know you aren't the type to go back on your word -- please do this for me."

The combination of arousal and being high was too much for me, and I gave in. Marsha guided Tom's cock into my mouth and I began to suck. He coached me on what to do and I did my best for him. There was even more excitement in the room than when I was sucking Marsha, and it seemed that everyone was watching.

Everything seems to go slowly when your high, and it seemed like I'd sucked Tom for hours, and finally he came in my mouth. It was a strong taste -- very different -- but in my high state I kind of liked it. I swallowed as Tom pulled out and the room exploded with applause.

The next morning I put my clothes in the washer to get rid of any pot smell before going home. I recalled last night and how wonderful it was to suck Marsha's nipples. I also had fond memories of sucking Tom. It seemed a little strange, because I knew I’d never have done it if I wasn't high, but now that I did, I was glad of it. I had no desire to do it again but liked thinking about it.

It didn't even occur to me that so many people had seen me do it until I was at school the next week and saw that Tom was showing his friends a video Marsha had taken of me sucking. Then it hit me. I realized that there could be other videos, and perhaps dozens of pics of me doing something I never intended, and sure wanted nobody to know about!

Tom motioned me over and thanked me for doing such good work. I blushed and his friends laughed at my embarrassment. "It's cool," said Lee, "Lots of white boys suck BBC [big black cock], and you're welcomed to suck me any time. His friend chimed in and agreed. In the past I would have claimed that I'd never do such a thing, but of course they knew differently, so I just said, "Not today."

As I walked away, I wondered if I would want to do it some other day. I saw Jim Maxwell, the yearbook editor, who approached me and said, "Hey, you were pretty fantastic Friday night -- I never knew you were so talented."

I blushed once again. I didn't remember him being at the party, but he said he had some pictures of me in action. My heart sank as I realized how public this had become.

"I was wondering if I could get you to do me from time to time," he asked.

"No fuckin' way!" I insisted, "I'm not like that!"

"These pictures say otherwise," Jim countered, "And you wouldn't want them getting into the yearbook, would you?"

"You'd never do that!" I said, "You be in deep trouble if you did!"

"Not really," he said, "I'd just claim that somebody hacked into our system and changed the print file."

The thought of those pics being in everyone's yearbook was devastating, and I quickly agreed to Jim's terms.

He took me to the yearbook work room and locked the door behind him. He kept the lights out and took out his cock. I knew what was expected and dropped to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, now doing it very deliberately, not high from weed. I was able to better experience the act and was surprised at just how good a cock felt in my mouth. I moved my tongue around, tracing the contours of his cock, and then moving rapidly across the underside of the head. Soon Jim came, and I got the full impact of the taste. It was really strong, but I savored it's taste, holding it in my mouth after Jim pulled out. I left the workroom and walked to my first class.

A number of my classmates commented to me, each time embarrassing me, though I began to get used to it. Marsha apologized to me, claiming that she didn't mean any harm, and was glad I was such a good sport about it all. She told me that I could suck her nipples again if I wanted.

"Is that okay with Tom?" I asked.

"As long as you continue to suck him," she said, "you will, of course, won't you?"

I realized that I would have to and nodded in agreement. Thoughout the next class all I could think of was sucking Marsha's nipples. I'd been on a number of dates, but never got further than feeling a girl's tits. Marsha had such wonderful nipples and delicious huge tits. As I thought about it, her ass was pretty nice as well. Like many black girls she had a big ass, but she wasn't fat like many were. I got so aroused thinking about her I just couldn't take it any longer and asked to go to the bathroom. There I sat in a stall and jacked-off thinking about her. I realized that the price I would pay would be sucking Jim, and I'd be glad to do that as long as Marsha was part of the deal.

As I stroked I found myself thinking about sucking Jim -- at first simply as part of the deal to access Marsha, but soon I was getting aroused from it. When I imagined Tom cumming in my mouth it sent me over the edge and I shot a big load. I tried to point it down into the toilet, but ended up getting it on the seat as well. I wiped it off and flushed, returning to my class.

I thought about what had just happened. I got aroused thinking about Marsha, which was perfectly fine, but then I thought about cocksucking and actually came thinking about getting a load in my mouth. Was I turning into a faggot? I realized that I truly was a cocksucker, having clearly done it several times, but that wasn't really willingly. The first time was because of the weed, and the second was coerced. In my heart, I wasn't really a faggot.

At the end of school my friend Ben was waiting for me. I'd known him since we started school and we did everything together. He wasn't at the party so perhaps he doesn't know I'm a cocksucker, and I really wanted to keep it that way.

We got on the bus and sat together. We discussed things to do when we got home and then he surprised me by saying, "I sure was surprised to hear about you at the party."

I thought about playing dumb, but realized that Ben must have heard by now, so I replied, "Yeah, it surprised me too -- it was the weed."

"If you'd rather think of it that ways it's up to you," Ben said, "But I think getting high or drunk just reduces your inhibitions, so you do things you wanted to anyway, but normally wouldn't."

"I don't know," I said, "It's confusing and embarrassing."

"Embarrassing for sure," Ben said, "It's all over the school, but you should spend some time seriously considering how you feel about it -- maybe it's something you really want."

"Where is this leading?" I asked, "You want me to suck you too?"

"Mike, I'm your friend," he said, "Sure, I'd love a blowjob, but only if you want to -- I'd never take advantage of our friendship that way."

"Would you think less of me if I did?" I asked.

"I already know you've done it," Ben affirmed, "If you sucked me it would only strengthen our friendship."

I'd never thought of it that way, and realized he was right. I barely knew Tom and Jim, yet I sucked them, so why shouldn't I suck my best friend? I agreed and told Ben I was nervous about it but got off the bus at his home and followed him inside.

Ben's parents worked and didn't get home until six, so we had the house to ourselves. Ben suggested that we get naked. We had been naked before briefly in the locker room and showers, but there was nothing sexual about it. This time was different.

Ben was hard and very eager. "I've never had a blowjob before, but I hear it's the best way a guy can cum," he said. I dropped to my knees and he entered my mouth. He was bigger than Jim, but smaller than Tom. I was surprised to find that I was getting hard, and hoped Ben wouldn't notice my embarrassing boner.

He did. "Looks like you're really getting into this -- that's great -- you should enjoy it too," he said, "Go ahead and stroke yourself."

I clearly had nothing to hide, so I stroked, and as I did, the sucking became even more arousing, and I found myself wanting to make Ben cum. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was turning completely into a faggot. At the time it was simply about cumming. I needed to cum, and wanted my best friend to as well.

When Ben came I found that I actually liked the taste. It was strong and was similar to the other two loads, but I kind of liked this -- maybe because it was from my best friend. Just as in my earlier fantasy, cum in my mouth brought me to immediate climax, which I shot all over Ben's hardwood floor.

Ben pulled out and I swallowed, and sheepishly said, "Sorry about the mess." I got some paper towels and cleaned it up.

Ben thanked me and asked how I liked it. "It was alright," I said, not willing to admit that I loved it.

"I hope we can do it again sometime," Ben said as I prepared to leave.

"We'll see," I said, and walked home. I knew I'd be doing this again soon.

Throughout that evening I kept thinking about cocksucking and realized that I really loved sucking Ben, and kind of liked the other blowjobs I'd given. I got online and did some web searching and found some articles about how to give great blowjobs. I was surprised to find that there were dozens of them. Most were to teach girls, but some were for guys as well. The ones for guys tended to be the most detailed, so I focused on them. I learned a bunch of techniques that I was eager to try on Ben.

At bedtime I jacked-off thinking about cocksucking. I didn't think about sucking anyone in particular -- just cocks. Without realizing it, I was moving from getting aroused sucking specific people to getting aroused about sucking any cock at all. I probably would have been alarmed if I'd realized it, but it sort of crept up on me. I came and drifted off to sleep.

The next day at school I found myself looking at the boys in my class and wondering about their cocks. I realized that I wanted to suck all the boys, though I'd never approach them. At lunch time I looked for Jim, and he was glad to see me. It seemed like we had an understanding that didn't require words, and I followed him back to the yearbook work room, where I was please to drop to my knees for him once again.

Sucking like this seemed to work out well – it was completely private and only the guy I sucked knew about it. As soon as the news of the party got old things would be back to normal, but I could secretly suck guys and nobody else would know!

At least that was my plan, but it didn’t work out that way. After gym class we showered and I usually kept to myself, but now that I was interested in cocks I couldn’t help but stare at the many cocks that surrounded me. One of the guys noticed and approached me, stroking himself to erection. “You want this?” he asked, “I hear you’re a pretty good cocksucker.”

It felt insulting to be called a cocksucker, but I knew he was right. Still, I certainly wasn’t about to suck him publicly. I turned away but a couple of bigger guys spun me around and forced me to my knees. The cock pressed to my lips and my mouth opened. Once I felt his cock in my mouth it was like I was in a different world entirely. I sucked him, and soon he rewarded my efforts. I swallowed as he pulled out, and another cock took his place. I didn’t even know who it was – I just saw his hairy belly as he pumped in and out of my mouth. Soon he came as well and a third guy took his place.

“What the hell is going on here?” demanded Coach Merton. Suddenly everyone pulled away from me and left the shower. I was still on my knees when the coach told me to get dressed and come to his office. I was in trouble – I knew it. I’d probably get expelled, and my family would find out – my life would be ruined.

I dried off, got dressed and entered the coach’s office. “I heard about your performance at the party,” he said, “But I didn’t think you’d continue it here.”

“It was the weed,” I protested, “And I never intended to do this – they ganged up on me – please don’t write me up, sir – I’ll do anything to avoid trouble.”

“I think we can work something out,” he said, telling me to come see him after school. He wrote a pass so I wouldn’t be marked tardy in my next class and I left.

I was pretty sure I’d end up blowing Coach Merton after school. I suppose once I’d done it I’d have to continue, but that was okay with me. I was really warming up to cocksucking, but just wanted it to be private.

After school I was on my knees in the coach’s office, enjoying an adult cock for the first time. He was even bigger than Tom, but I was sure Tom wasn’t finished growing. This was now my third blowjob, so I was getting the routine down pretty well, and the coach said I was really good for a beginner. After giving me his load he told me that he would be calling on me for more in the future, which I completely expected.

To my surprise he added, “And I won’t make a fuss about you blowing in the shower – go ahead and suck as many as you like.” That certainly wasn’t the private cocksucking I wanted, but as the weeks passed it became routine, and I would typically blow three or four guys in the shower each class. Others would ask me to blow them at other times.

Now, five months later I have no idea how many blowjobs I’ve given. It started from the weed, but sure didn’t end there. It seems that everyone at school knows I’m a cocksucker, but they all seem cool with it, and it’s working out great. As long as my parents don’t find out I can look forward to swallowing a lot of cum before I graduate!

  To be continued . . .

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