I 'm Stan, a high school junior and on the football team – sort of. I don't actually play, but I'm the equipment manager. There isn't any prestige, but at least I'm associated with the team. I'm at all the games and practices, and one of the things I like best is the cheerleaders. I love to watch their sexy moves and all the skin they show as they're jumping around.

There was one I really had the hots for – Cheryl, the head cheerleader. She was pretty, athletic and had a body to die for. I'd been trying to date her for nearly six months, and thought I'd do anything to get her to agree.

One day Cheryl approached me and said she would go out with me if I'd do something for her – something that would require a lot of courage. That sounded really noble and I was anxious to find out what she had in mind. I had lunch with Cheryl to discuss it.

"So what do you have in mind?" I asked Cheryl.

"Probably something you won't want to do," she said.

"I won't know until you tell me," I replied.

"I want you to blow Eric Jackson," she said.

That floored me. Eric was the team quarterback, and I'm no cocksucker! "You want me to be a faggot in order to score a date with you? I'm straight!"

"That's what requires the courage," Cheryl explained, "For a straight guy like you to blow Eric shows a courage and commitment that none of the tough guys on the team could muster. That's what I respect in a guy – are you that guy?"

"This is a lot to take in," I said, "Let me think about it."

"Okay, but don't take too long," Cheryl warned, "My guy has to be decisive, not whimpy."

I could never have imagined being in this situation. Could it really be that Cheryl would actually go out with me if I blew Eric? It seemed far-fetched, but she said it all with such conviction.

I had no interest in cocksucking, but wondered how bad it could be? This was as close getting Cheryl to agree as I'd ever been, and if I declined this, I'd never have another chance.

By the end of the day I decided to do it and looked for Cheryl and said I would do it, but only if Eric didn't know it was me when I did it. Cheryl replied, "No conditions – either you do it or not."

"I'm not going to have him watch me do it," I said, and walked away.

I realized that I just burned a bridge and might never have a chance to date Cheryl, but I couldn't allow myself to sink as low as she wanted me to.

That night I agonized over the decision I'd made. I really wanted to be with Cheryl. I'd imagined myself blowing Eric, and it didn't seem all that bad. Maybe I was making a bigger deal out of this than it really was. I debated calling Cheryl and agreeing but held back.

The next morning Cheryl came to me and said, "Okay, I'll agree to a concession – you blow Eric in secret so he doesn't know it's you, but I have to be there."

"How will Eric not know?" I asked.

"He'll be wearing a blindfold and will keep it on until you've left," She explained. I'd already decided that I wasn't really against sucking Eric – I just wanted it to be secret, so I reluctantly agreed, and Cheryl agreed that we could do it today after school.

All through the day I thought about sucking Eric. Sometimes it felt a little arousing, and other times I was repulsed. Only imagining my date with Cheryl kept me from bailing out on the whole thing.

After school I went to Cheryl's and she told me to wait in her bedroom. Eric would arrive soon, and she would have him blindfolded in the living room and ready for me.

I waited nervously, and then heard Eric arrive. I heard him objecting to the blindfold, and finally agreeing. I feared he would remove the blindfold before I left. When Cheryl came in to get me said, "He needs to keep the blindfold on until I'm gone – right?"

Cheryl agreed and led me to the living room. Eric was standing there, blindfolded and cock hanging out of his pants. "Now's your chance," she said, "Make sure he cums and you swallow."

It was the moment of truth – once I did this there was no going back. I couldn't un-suck a cock! Cheryl touched my shoulder, encouraging me. I dropped to my knees and took Eric's cock in my mouth. How could I do this?

I wanted to just get up and run away, but I was already a cocksucker, so I might as well finish. I really didn't know what I was doing, but just moved my tongue around as I sucked. Physically it really wasn't bad, but it was terribly humiliating. I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw Cheryl watching intently.

I continued to suck, wishing it was over, and suddenly Eric came in my mouth. It seemed to happen so suddenly, but in an instant my mouth was flooded with his foul tasting cum! I wanted to spit it out but remembered that I had to swallow.

I did so, hoping to be done with the horrible taste. The cum was gone but left was a still a strong aftertaste. I continued to hold Eric's cock in my mouth until he pulled back and began to reach for the blindfold. Cheryl quickly stopped him and then directed me out of the room. Eric left and Cheryl kissed me and said we could go out Friday night. She had me stay another fifteen minutes before leaving.

I went home thrilled to have a date lined up and was glad I blew Eric. I would never have imagined that it would happen because of a blowjob! I felt a certain pride for having the courage to do what was needed to get the girl I wanted.

What I hadn't counted on was that in doing so I would begin to actually like cocksucking. I found myself fondly thinking about blowing Eric. At bedtime I usually jacked-off. It was a nice way to end the day and helped me get to sleep faster. I began thinking about Cheryl but soon began to think about sucking Eric. Surprisingly it was really arousing and soon I came strongly. I was shocked that I'd cum thinking about that, but soon drifted off to sleep.

As the week drew on, I worried that Cheryl would change her mind. Perhaps she would view my blowing Eric as a sign of weakness – certainly not a very manly thing to do. I had lunch with her every day, and there was no sign of her bailing out.

We had a game Friday night, so Cheryl suggested that we have a mini-date before the game and get a bite to eat at McDonalds, but then have a full date on Saturday. That sounded great to me, and I was filled with anticipation. Every time I jacked-off I thought about Cheryl, at least in the beginning, but nearly always ended up cumming while thinking of Eric shooting into my mouth. Both were really arousing to me, and it stopped bothering me that I liked thinking about sucking cock – it was just a harmless jack-off fantasy anyway.

Friday after school we walked to McDonalds. I bought Cheryl's food and she suggested a booth, so we could sit next to each other. Once in the booth, Cheryl slid over until her hip touched mine. "Go ahead and unwrap your food," she said, "Will you be able to eat one-handed?"

"Why?" I asked.

"I have something for you to do with your other hand," she said.

I glanced at her with a puzzled look. I couldn't feel her breasts here, but she told me to put my hand on her knee, which I did. I slowly moved my hand under her skirt as she encouraged me. I realized I was going for her pussy, which was completely unfamiliar territory, but I was an eager explorer!

As I touched her pubic hair she said, "Almost there – just keep going."

I felt some wetness and followed that to her pussy lips. "Keep going – slip your fingers inside and get them wet," she directed. I did and then she told me to move my fingers around and begin to move upward. I did and felt a little round nub, which she told me was the most important part, and that was where I should focus. I moved my fingers over the nub and she told me to keep going, but to dip my fingers back inside if they start to dry out. As I fingered her, Cheryl set her food down, closed her eyes and held her lips together tightly, then began to shake. I wasn't sure what was going on, but just kept going.

"That's good," she said, "we better finish eating."

"What just happened?" I asked.

"You made me cum," she said, "And it was a really good one too!"

So that was how girls did it. I sure was learning a lot that the never taught in Sex Education! I withdrew my hand and finished eating. I held my hamburger with the same hand I had under her skirt, and snuck a sniff each time I took a bite. Pussy sure smelled different from what I had expected.

When we finished Cheryl suggested that I wash my hands. I wanted to keep her smell with me but realized that it might not be a good thing for others to notice, so I did so.

We agreed that I'd take Cheryl to a movie on Saturday afternoon. On the way home we passed a small city park and Cheryl had an idea. She had me sit on a park bench right at the end, and she stood at the end facing me. She had me put my hand up her skirt and get my fingers wet again. This time I was able to use my thumb, and put it directly on her little nub, while I moved my other fingers around inside her. Thinking about how I felt when I jacked-off, I imagined Cheryl feeling the same.

"What turns you on the most?" I asked. Cheryl just moaned as I worked her pussy. She called out briefly and I thought I was done, but she told me to keep going. I did, and in a few minutes she called out again, but I kept going.

"Think about your most erotic fantasy, and tell me what it is!" I said, as I continued. She called out a third time – this time loud enough for others to hear.

"You made me cum three times!" she said, "You're really quite a guy!"

I pulled my wet fingers out, and Cheryl gave me a tissue to dry them with. "You wanted to know my hottest fantasy," she said, "That's something really personal – I'll tell you but don't want you to be upset."

"Tell me," I said, "I really want to know."

"You blowing Eric," she said, "I came while I watched you do it, and I think about it over and over."

I was floored to realize that Cheryl was really turned on while watching me suck. As soon as she told me, she quickly added, "But please don't tell anyone – they'll think I'm a pervert!"

"We both have secrets to keep – we can be perverts together," I replied. I wished I could suck Eric again, but was afraid to admit it, but I decided to let Cheryl talk me into it.

"I suppose it's only a matter of time before you'll want me to do it again," I said. Cheryl took the bait and said, "Oh Stan, would you do that for me?"

I deliberately hesitated and Cheryl continued, "Please do this for me, won't you?"

"Maybe," I replied, but only if Eric is blindfolded and I finger you while sucking."

"Deal!" Cheryl quickly replied, "But I want you naked so I can stroke you."

That was even better, so I quickly agreed.

Cheryl said this would be great, and said she'd arrange another anonymous blowjob with Eric.

She was eager to see me suck again and managed to line up Eric for the next day. I waited naked in her bedroom while Cheryl readied Eric in the living room. Cheryl was dressed, but wore no panties, so I could easily finger her.

Once Eric had the blindfold safely in place Cheryl called to me and I came out to the living room. Eric already had his cock out, and Cheryl was stroking him to erection. Soon I was on my knees and sucking him. Cheryl knelt next to me and took my cock in her hand as I put my hand under her skirt and fingered her wet pussy. Her stroking me got me aroused quickly, though sucking Eric was beginning to do that as well. I finally admitted to myself that I really liked cocksucking, and would do it even without Cheryl urging me to.

Eric, still blindfolded, put his hands on my head and occassionally pulled me to him, forcing his cock in deeper. Cheryl had already cum twice and had to work hard to do so quietly so Eric wouldn't know what was going on.

Soon I felt Eric's hard cock grow even a bit larger, then I felt it pulsing as he pumped his hot seed into my mouth. This time it tasted better – I was growing to like the taste of cum. As Eric finished pumping, he pulled my head to him and I came as well. Cheryl had been ready for me and pressed a tissue to my cock head, catching my load.

While Cheryl and I were recovering from wonderful orgasms we grew careless, and Eric was able to slip off the blindfold and see the two of us kneeling there, me with his cock in my mouth.

"Well isn't this a surprising sight!" he said, "I think we're gonna do a lot more of this."

Cheryl and I both panicked, neither of us wanting to have our secret exposed. Eric pulled out of my mouth and I swallowed, not exactly sure what to say in such a situation, but Cheryl regained her composure and took the lead.

"You can't tell anyone about this," she said to Eric, "We'll do this as often as you like, but it has to be just between us."

Eric agreed, but said that Cheryl would have to be naked and let him kiss and feel her while I blew him. He made no further requirements of me – at least not then.

We agreed to get together after school three days a week, and it worked pretty well. We couldn't do it on days we had football practice, because Cheryl was only alone in her house until 5pm, when her parents got home from work.

Eric had already talked to me and told me that he expected me to suck him anytime we could arrange it. I agreed, and actually was glad of it. Now that I accepted that I was a cocksucker I was eager for it. Eric met me in the equipment room after practice and I sucked him off there. From that point on Eric's cock was in my mouth nearly every day at school, which caused him to take longer to cum when we were with Cheryl, but that was our secret.

I continued to meet with Eric and Cheryl throughout high school, after which they went off to school in different states. I may never find another girl like Cheryl, but fortunately I quickly learned that it's easy to find guys to blow!

Special thanks to my online friend James Smith for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)