I 'm Earl, and I learned to suck in Home Economics class – well not exactly in the class, but definitely because of it. Back in the 1970's it was common for boys to take shop class and girls to take Home Economics. I was a good student and in the college prep curriculum, so my mother thought it would be best to take Home Economics, where I would learn to cook, which might come in handy.

I argued with Mom about it, because there were only girls in Home Economics, and I'd look like a sissy. She won out however, so I ended up being the only boy in the class.

The girls thought it was really funny, but I was embarrassed. The teacher was nice about it and praised my bravery. The truth is that if I was brave at all I'd be in shop class instead.

Our teacher made it really clear that she wanted me to be treated like any other student. Becky, a rather outgoing girl said she planned to treat me like one of the girls – and the rest of the girls giggled. I could see our teacher working hard to suppress a smile, but she said nothing.

Nearly every day someone said something that challenged my masculinity. I don't know if it was deliberate, or accidental, but the barbs seem to come from a different girl every day. When it was Janet's turn she asked me if I was getting in touch with my femme side. By now I'd learned to brush it off without even blushing.

After several weeks I didn't even notice any harrassment, and the girls seemed to be treating me like the rest of the students. I started to think that I might even be able to date some of these gals – maybe Home Economics is just the place to pick up babes!

One day Becky invited me to come to an informal gathering at her house. Her parents would be gone and she' have a few other friends over. I quickly accepted and hoped that I'd get one of the girls to agree to a date.

I arrived as planned on Saturday and Becky greeted me. She offered me a beer, which I took with a little apprehension. I'd never even tasted beer before but had to go along to be cool. I took a sip and it tasted terrible, but I didn't let on. Becky led me to the living room where four other girls from class sat, drinking beers. Two of them had several buttons open on their blouses. I thought they may have had a few beers and thought I might actually get lucky today!

As I sat and sipped my beer, trying to get used to the bitter taste, I couldn't take my eyes off the girls. They all noticed and seemed to be trying to arouse me, and it was working. Soon Marsha had all her blouse buttons open and asked if I'd like to unhook her bra.

I couldn't believe this was happening but quickly moved to Marsha, who slipped out of her blouse and turned her back to me. I fumbled with her bra, but after a few tries got it unhooked. As Marsha slipped the bra off, I reached around and cupped her breasts in my hands. It felt wonderful to hold them in my hands. "It looks like you know what you're doing," she said, "Make sure you squeeze nipples – I really love that."

If they ever knew – this was the first time I'd ever touched a girl intimately, but I was going as far as I could. I was nervous as hell, but knew I had to appear confident, so I heeded Marsha's request and took each nipple between my finger and thumb, gently squeezing. She moaned and said, "Harder!" I was afraid I was hurting her, but apparently she wanted it a little rough, so I squeezed harder as she moaned with delight.

I continued to squeeze Marsha's nipples when I heard Janet say, "My turn!" I turned to her and saw she already had her blouse and bra off, facing me and showing her lovely pair of tits! I released Marsha and approached Janet, bringing my hands to her luscious breasts.

"Easy on the nipples," Janet said, "They like attention, but not abuse."

I took a couple minutes to savor the wonderful feeling of her femininity in my hands. I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and squeezed gently. Now Janet was breathing fast and beginning to pant. "Almost perfect," she said, "Just a little harder, but don't pinch."

As I squeezed a little harder Janet brought her lips to me and I had my first kiss. This was amazingly intense, and I hoped that nobody would notice my awkwardness. Janet pressed her tongue between my lips and soon our tongues probed each other's mouths. As we kissed, I felt a hand squeezing my cock through my pants.

"I'm glad to see that you're getting acquainted," said Becky, as she took a firm hold of me.

"We're going to have a wonderful time today," she continued, "I know we can count on you doing what's needed."

"I'll do anything you want," I said, looking forward to the time of my life.

"Glad to hear it," replied Becky, "And if you do, you'll leave here well-pleasured."

"Okay girls," said Becky, "Time for our next activity – remember to be very silent so your voice isn't recognized.

We all sat in the two couches facing at each other as Becky left the room. Marsha and Janet still had their blouses off, and I couldn't help but stare at their lovely boobs. Soon Becky returned, leading a blindfolded naked guy, holding his hard cock. I wasn't sure what was going on here – this sure isn't what I expected.

Becky led him to Marsha, who took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times and cupped his balls in her other hand. The guy must have really loved it and Marsha did as well. She released him and Janet took over.

Becky led him to my couch, and Lisa, who was sitting next to me stroked the cock and massaged his balls. I was horrified to find that Becky stopped him in front of me and clearly expected me to do the same. Lisa took hold of my cock and whispered in my ear, "Don't chicken out now – do it and you'll be glad you did."

I felt really awkward, but timidly reached for the cock. I'd never touched another guy's cock, but once my hand was around it, I felt differently about it. It was kind of thrilling to squeeze a cock and arouse the guy. I found I liked it as much as I'd enjoyed arousing Marsha and Janet. I cupped his balls in my other hand. Time seemed to stand still as I did this, but I eventually realized that I'd been doing this far longer than any of the girls had.

Next Lisa whispered in my ear, "You got him really going, now suck him and finish it."

I was about to object but saw Becky put her finger over her lips, warning me to be silent.

Lisa continued, "Please just do it – you'll be glad you did, so don't spoil the this."

As she continued to squeeze my cock my judgement was seriously impaired, and I found myself wondering what sucking would be like. Without much thought, I opened my mouth and took him into my mouth. Once there I marveled at how good it felt in my mouth – like it belonged there! It was like I was in a world of my own. I moved my tongue around, exploring the shape of his cock, getting to know him better.

"You're doin' great!" said Lisa, continuing to squeeze my cock. Surprisingly, I was actually enjoying myself, and sucked him eagerly. In a few minutes I felt his cock begin to pulse as he pumped his load into my mouth. It was bitter tasting – kind of like the beer, but better tasting.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I wanted to spit it out, and hoped I'd have the opportunity soon.

"Don't swallow – just hold it in your mouth for now," whispered Lisa, as the guy pulled out of my mouth. I had no intention of swallowing but would have to wait for the chance to spit.

Becky led the guy out of the room and the girls all said I'd done well and earned my reward. Lisa told me to undress as she and the other girls did as well. I stood there naked as the girls took turns stroking cock and fondling my balls. When Becky returned she stripped down and took her turn arousing me. "Most guys jack-off imagining girls or looking at pictures," Becky said, "But you've earned something special, so you'll see the real thing as you jack."

She handed me a box of tissues and told me to kneel down and stroke myself off while the girls posed in many provocative ways that were incredibly arousing! Soon I felt myself beginning to cum and brought a tissue to my cock head. "Swallow now," said Becky, "Swallow it all!"

Without thinking, I swallowed the guy's load as I came, and immediately felt shame and embarrassment come over me. Now that I'd cum, I realized that I'd sucked a guy off with my classmates watching me – how could I do such a thing?

The girls all applauded me, as if I'd given some kind of performance – I guess I just had – and one I was thoroughly ashamed of!

Becky came up to me and asked, "You alright?"

"How could you do this to me?" I asked. If I'd been more assertive, I would have demanded, but even now I behaved like a wimp.

Becky apologized and tried to tell me that she thought I'd like it and asked me to think about it the next time I jack-off. I didn't have much to say, so I got dressed and left. As I walked home, I still had the aftertaste of cum in my mouth, and I wondered who I'd just blown.

As I approached people on the way home I avoided eye contact, feeling like I had “faggot” written across my forehead. At dinner my mother asked if I was feeling alright. I sure couldn't tell her what was bothering me, so I just said I felt a cold coming on and wanted to go to bed early.

Mom was very sympathetic and supportive. I know if she had any idea what I'd done she would be shocked and know I was a pervert. I watched TV for an hour after dinner, and that got my mind off my shame.

When I got in bed I thought about the day. I quickly got hard thinking about feeling Marsha and Janet, but then found myself thinking about sucking cock, and that excited me too. As I imagined him cumming in my mouth, that sent me over the edge and I came strongly.

The guilt and shame washed over me, ruining an otherwise great climax. It also brought me back to reality – there was no denying that I was a cocksucker, and four girls in my Home Economics class saw me do it.

The next day was Sunday, and I went to church with Mom. As if he knew what I'd done, the Pastor preached a sermon on Secret Sin, claiming that everyone has something they needed to atone for. He sure had me pegged! I was glad we were Protestants – if I was a Catholic I might have to confess what I did, and I sure didn't want anyone else to know of my secret sin!

That night I found that I was cursed to think about cocksucking whenever I jacked-off. It was really arousing though it left me feeling guilty.

The next day in class Becky approached me and asked if I was mad about Saturday. I told her I wasn't mad, but was ashamed, and felt the girls had taken advantage of me.

"I'm really sorry you feel that way, Earl," she said, "We waited until we thought we knew you, and thought you’d love doing it."

"I did like the first part," I agreed, "But not the second part."

"Maybe you just need to give it a fair chance," she said, "You really should try more."

Janet, Lisa and Marsha were all especially nice to me – maybe they were trying to make up for what they did to me.

I agreed to meet Becky for lunch with her friends. I didn't know what to say to get them to understand how used I felt from what they did to me.

At lunch the girls were still very friendly and acted as if nothing unusual had happened. Janet said, "I brought some pictures from Saturday." She opened her purse and took out four black-and-white photographs of me sucking cock. Today anyone with a cell phone could have taken such pictures, but it was more complicated back then. Janet was an amateur photographer and had her own dark room. She'd quietly snapped pictures of me sucking. I was so engaged in sucking that I didn't even notice her taking the pictures. She developed the film herself and made the prints that all the girls admired.

"That's so hot!" said Marsha, "Can I have a set?" Janet agreed and asked if I wanted a set of prints.

I declined but asked who I had sucked. Becky revealed that it was Dave, her boyfriend. He really loved my work and hoped for more one day. I sure had no intention of giving him more.

Becky explained that they would have another meeting next Saturday, featuring Tom, Lisa's boyfriend, and hoped I would join them. "I sure don't want to do that again!" I said emphatically.

"Please think it over Earl," pleaded Lisa, "You really liked what you did with us, and you'll get more next time."

"But you'll want me to suck Tom, won't you?" I asked.

"Well, yes," admitted Lisa, "But the more you do it the more you'll like it."

I told her there was no way I'd ever do that again, and the girls all apologized for making me uncomfortable.

Each day the girls were really nice to me, hoping I would change my mind. Nothing they could say worked, but my bedtime jack-off started to work on me. I thought about sucking Dave, and then Tom, and found I really wanted to – at least until I came. Each time I felt the shame it was a little less intense, and by Wednesday it was less guilt and more about facing up to being a cocksucker. On Thursday night after I came I realized that I really wanted to go to Lisa's on Saturday.

On Friday I told the girls I'd be there and they were all pleased by my decision.

At Lisa's house the girls were true to their word and gave me an even hotter experience. I sucked Becky's nipples and fingered Janet's pussy, bringing her to climax twice before sucking off Tom. This time I noticed the pictures being taken but didn't mind. I found that I really liked the feel of Tom's cock in my mouth and welcomed his strong tasting load.

I swallowed Tom's load as he was led away, and Janet pressed my nose to her wet pussy as I jacked off. This time I left happy about all that transpired.

Over the next two weeks we met at Marsha's and Janet's where I blew their boyfriends. By the time I'd blown all four I knew that I loved cocksucking, and wanted to suck more, but didn't know how to make it happen. I asked the girls what would happen next, and they all said their boyfriends wanted more, and wanted to know who gave such great blowjobs. I sure liked giving anonymous blowjobs, but didn't know how long that would continue. Becky said that if my identity was revealed I could blow their boyfriends often, especially while the girls had their periods. I was really nervous about going public like that. Each of the girls took turns trying to convince me. When Lisa said the girls would still play with me I finally agreed, and each of the girls would tell their boyfriends about me and give them my contact information.

The very next week each of the boyfriends approached me and made arrangements for me to blow them. The girls set a ground rule that I could blow each boy only once a week, except during the girl's period, when I could blow them as many times as they wanted. It really worked well.

I was afraid that word would get out and everyone would know, but the guys didn't want anyone to know they were getting blown by a guy, so my secret was safe.

I was really glad that Mom made me take Home Economics. I learned to cook, and how to pleasure girls, but most of all I found my greatest joy: cocksucking. I'll bet that's not what they ever intended to teach in Home Economics!

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)