I 'm Lester, a high school sophomore whose life was changed after meeting with a school counselor. Mr. Brandon was one of several school counselors who were there to help students with problems or career planning. Most sought his help as juniors or seniors as they tried to sort out college and career choices.

I had a different issue. I've never been as strong as I wanted to be. Perhaps that's because I grew up without a father -- Mom tried her best, but she couldn't be the role model I needed. To be perfectly candid I was a wimp -- yes, a wimp and I didn't like it.

I'd get pushed around a lot, sometimes even by girls, which was especially humiliating. If I didn't get over this, I was sure that my future wouldn't be very bright at all, so I scheduled an appointment with Mr. Brandon.

My meeting was set for immediately after lunch. He had reviewed my record and welcomed me into his office, closing the door behind me and offering me a chair.

"So what brings you here?" he asked, "Wanting to get an early start on your career?"

"Indirectly I suppose that's true," I replied, "But there is a more basic issue I'd like your advice on."

"Oh?" Mr. Brandon replied, "Tell me about it and I'll help you if I can."

"I'd like to be a lot stronger than I am," I said, not really getting to the heart of the matter.

"Perhaps you might want to talk with one of our Phys Ed teachers about strength training or weightlifting," he offered, "Or one of the martial arts programs if you are more interested in self-defense."

I was silent for a moment, trying to find the right words, and finally I said, "Its not so much about physical strength, as strength of will." I found that difficult to say, and my eyes were beginning to water as I said it. I sure hoped I could avoid crying -- Mom said it was okay for boys to cry but I knew it wasn't.

"Okay," said Mr. Brandon, "You don't feel that you are as assertive as you'd like to be and would like help becoming more so -- is that it?”

I admired how he described it much better than I ever could, and it didn't make me feel so wimpy. "Yes," I agreed, "I think that's it exactly."

"I see from your record that there were some bullying problems in elementary school, but nothing recently," Mr. Brandon said, "Since then the entire school district has embarked on a major anti-bullying program -- are you being bullied?"

"Not exactly bullied," I replied, "But I feel like people around me are taking charge, and I'm not."

“Do you resent them taking charge?" Mr. Brandon asked.

"No," I replied, and thought about it for a bit, "Actually I kind of admire them."

"So it's kind of like some of the guys are alpha males and you aren't?" he asked. I nodded in agreement.

"Well, maybe it isn't really a problem," he continued, "Perhaps you aren't quite sure how you fit in."

"I don't get what you're saying," I replied, "Are you saying it's okay for there to be alpha's -- what does that make me? A beta?"

"That's one way to put it," he explained, "But I would simply say that some people are naturally more dominant than others, while some are more submissive."

"You mean I'm just naturally a wimp?" I asked.

"Now Lester," he corrected, "That's a really loaded word -- perhaps you are submissive and deep-down you want to submit to a dominant."

"Want to?" I asked, "I've given in when they took charge, but don't think I really wanted to -- it just happened!"

"Perhaps subconsciously you desired it," Mr. Brandon suggested. That didn't sound right, but I pondered it for a bit.

"If I really did want it," I asked, "How can I know for sure?"

"A simple test may shed some light on it," he replied, "Will you trust me to set this up?"

"Sure," I said, "I need to understand how to improve my life."

Mr. Brandon picked up his phone and called one of the office staff and asked if they could see if Mark Fuller was in today and see if they could have him come to the office. They replied that he should be in U.S. History now, and they would call his teacher.

In a few minutes Mark entered the office and we were introduced. Mr. Brandon explained that Mark was dominant and told Mark that I may be submissive and wanted to find out. He had a private bathroom adjoining his office and suggested that we go in there for a few minutes.

I heart raced as I worried why we would do it there. After entering the bathroom Mark closed the door and told me to have a seat. I put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. Mark unzipped and took out his soft cock and asked if I liked it.

"I'm not a faggot, if that's what you mean," I replied, "And have never taken an interest in other guy's cocks."

"I'd like you to take an interest in mine," Mark said, "Go ahead and hold it in your hand."

"I'm straight!" i protested, "Why should I do anything like that?"

"Because I'm telling you to," said Mark, "Now listen carefully -- this is not a request, it doesn't matter what you want -- take hold of my cock!"

My mind was kind of in a fog as I watched my hand reach out and grasp the cock before me. It felt kind of nice, and I got a certain enjoyment feeling it grow in my hand, but knowing it wasn't something I really wanted to do -- yet I was doing it!

"How do you feel about what you are doing?" he asked.

"Kind of ashamed," I said.

"Why are you ashamed?" he asked.

"Because it's not what a straight guy would do," I responded. It seemed so obvious, and I didn't know why he even asked.

"You're not doing it out of desire," Mark explained, "Rather, you are naturally submitting to my dominance -- now let's take it a step further -- now that I'm erect, kiss and lick the head of my cock."

"No fuckin' way!" I protested, but Mark stepped forward and took my head in his hands.

"I'm not asking, damn it!" he said, "I'm telling you -- now do it!"

I shook as he brought his cock to my lips and first, I kissed it, and then extended my tongue and licked it. I sure never wanted this but didn't have a choice!

"Very good," said Mark, releasing my head and stepping back, "You definitely have some submissive traits, now let's see how you do on this -- kneel and suck my cock."

That was pretty extreme, and I was about to protest when he said, "You don't have to do this, but I really want you to." I felt really conflicted. I didn't want to suck his cock, but I did want to please him, and soon I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

It actually felt kind of nice in my mouth, but it was so humiliating, and I was glad we were alone. I wondered how far he would make me go. I didn't really want to suck him off, but knew I might if directed to do so. I sucked Mark's cock for a few minutes as he told me how to move my tongue, then he stepped back.

"That's all for now," Mark said, "You definitely are submissive."

I got up as he zipped back up and we left the bathroom. Mr. Brandon thanked Mark and sent him back to class. "Now tell me what you've learned and how you feel about it," he said.

"I learned that Mark was able to get me to do things I didn't want to do just by telling me to do it." I said, "And I'm really ashamed of what I did."

"Why are you ashamed?" he asked.

"Because I did what no straight guy would do!" i replied -- why did I keep getting questions with such obvious answers?

"Sexual assertiveness is a common dom/sub theme," Mr. Brandon explained, but just because you do something you regard as gay doesn't make you gay -- especially if you are following orders."

I sort of understood this but couldn't help but think that I'd sucked a cock and that was definitely gay. Maybe I should never have come to Mr. Brandon at all.

"Lester, you need to take time to process all that's happened," he said, "Don't rush to judge any of it -- just take your time and it may make more sense to you."

I thanked him, and he gave me a pass to get into my English class late.

As I sat in class, I thought about this strange experience I'd had. I tried to tell myself I was just forced but had to admit to myself that it was all completely voluntary -- I handled and sucked Mark willingly. I realized that I'd done things I didn't particularly like, but somehow was glad I did what Mark wanted -- almost as if I enjoyed doing what he ordered.

As I thought about it more, I realized that I may not have liked what I did, but did somehow like being ordered to do it, and following those orders. I wondered if I would really have sucked him to completion if he'd ordered it and realized that I probably would have. I was glad it didn't get that far.

Okay, so now that I know I have a submissive nature, what good is it? How can that be of any help to me? I decided to give it some time and see what insights I might gain.

I usually jacked-off at bedtime. It was a great way to end the day and helped me get to sleep. As I stroked, I thought about some of the hot girls at school -- girls beyond my reach if I'm not strong enough to pursue them. Still, thinking of them naked was very inspiring, and soon I was hard. Without choosing to, I found myself thinking about sucking Mark. It didn't arouse me, but I was already aroused, and something about sucking him just because he insisted was a huge turn-on for me, and soon I came -- much more strongly than any other time.

As I came down from my climax, I felt ashamed to have cum with such thoughts in my head, but soon I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I was stroking in the shower and vowed simply not to think about sucking Mark, but I soon learned that you can't force yourself NOT to think of something -- it just happens. Soon thinking of sucking Mark had become a part of my jack-off routine, and I found myself actually wanting to suck him!

Since I first sucked Mark I only saw him once. It was at a distance in the hallway and I don't think he saw me. I deliberately kept my distance, realizing the best way to avoid temptation was to stay as far away as possible. But now I just kept thinking of it over and over, knowing I wanted to suck him -- even to completion!

I was really nervous as I sought to find Mark. What would I say? How does someone go about asking if they can suck a cock? I saw him in the hallway a couple times but couldn't bring myself to approach him.

Finally, I saw him in the lunch line in the cafeteria and approached him, but found myself tongue-tied as we made eye contact. Mark went first and said, "Is there something you'd like to discuss with me?" I just nodded, and he told me to sit with him and we could talk.

As we sat down, Mark began, "I think it's really brave of you to approach me -- usually subs do not take the initiative. So tell me, what's on your mind?"

"I've been thinking about what happened," I replied, "A lot!"

"Having regrets?" he asked.

"A little at first," I replied, "But I can't help but wonder how far you would take me."

"That was just a test," Mark explained, "But I think we both know that you are a confirmed sub, so I'd take you all the way -- would you like that?"

"I still consider myself straight," I said, "But if you ordered me to, I probably would."

"Gay or Straight is a matter of your personal preference," Mark explained, "There are few acts more submissive than for a straight guy to give a blowjob."

I certainly had to admit that would be extremely submissive but found that I liked thinking about such a submission. Mark asked if I was ready to give it a try, but I said I needed more time. He said that was fine and gave me his cell number, asking me to text him when I was ready.

Now I know this sounds ridiculous, but while I really didn't want to suck anyone's cock, I really found it arousing to think of Mark making me blow him. It doesn't make any sense, but that's how I felt. Each day that went by, this strange feeling was reinforced every time I jacked off. After a few more days I was ready, and texted Mark. He told me to meet him at the school entrance at the end of the school day.

Mark was waiting for me, and we travelled to his house, where Mark took me into the living room and told me to undress. I hesitated and he told me that whenever possible he wanted his cocksucker naked. Realizing that it was a command, I quickly undressed.

"Now stroke yourself to erection," Mark directed, "But don't you dare cum!"

Mark undressed as well, and soon I was fully erect and on my knees. "You realize that I'm gonna cum in your mouth, don't you?" he asked.

"If you wish," I said, "It's not my decision."

"So how will you feel when I cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"Well-used, I suppose," was my reply.

"So what happens when you have a mouthful of my cum?" Mark asked.

"Whatever you direct me to do," I answered.

"Good!" responded Mark, "See that you do!"

Mark's cock was in my mouth and it felt so right that I should be blowing a real man like Mark.

Being aroused however changed everything. Up until now I could tell myself that I was straight but forced to suck by a dominant man. Now that I was aroused however I was really enjoying Mark's cock – and it kind of bothered me. I was looking forward to taking him all the way. He directed my sucking and I did my very best and soon he rewarded my efforts, pumping his hot seed into my eager mouth.

"Now just hold it in your mouth," he directed. He pulled out ant made me open my mouth, and smiled at the sight of his load in my mouth. “Now hold it in your mouth and make yourself cum,” he said, handing me a box of tissues. I was already fully aroused, and it only took a few minutes for me to cum. As I did, he ordered, "Now swallow," and I did.

Then a wave of guilt washed over me -- the aftertaste from the load was really strong. The foul taste told me that it never should have been in my mouth to begin with. I knew then that I’d gone much too far.

“What’s wrong?” asked Mark, and I explained my guilt.

“You’re feeling conflicted because your submissive self is at odds with some of your beliefs,” he explained, “You have the ability to adjust your beliefs to be more in like with reality, and you’ll be a lot happier.”

“It may be hard to imagine right now, but most sub guys really start to love it – maybe you will too,” Marc suggested, but I had my doubts. I got dressed and went home.

As I jacked-off that night I started out thinking about girls, as usual. This normally only lasted a few minutes before sucking Mark took over. This time I stopped when that happened. I realized that what was happening was deep-seated and not something under my control. I knew and accepted that I was submissive, and given the chance, would suck Marc regularly – but I knew I didn’t have to put myself in that situation. Yet the thought of sucking turned me on, even though I didn’t want that.

Maybe I was deceiving myself about being straight, or maybe I was a straight cocksucker, if there was such a thing. I pondered this. I definitely liked girls and wasn’t at all attracted to guys – though I couldn’t deny liking Mark’s cock. Could I suck cocks and still be straight? If I did, I’d have to keep it a secret. I drifted off to sleep wondering how I’d ever sort this all out.

The next day I reached some level of clarity. I decided that I was definitely straight – I had no interest in guys and envisioned myself married with a family. But I also faced up to my desire for cock. There was no denying that I couldn’t jack-off without thinking about it, and sucking Mark in real life was amazingly arousing.

I knew I could just avoid Mark, and guys like him, but I’d always be thinking about it. I knew I was submissive, and if I didn’t face up to it, I’d live in fear of encountering another dom like Mark. Next time I might not know he was a dom and might not be able to avoid it. I decided that I would indulge my submissiveness, and come to terms with my feelings. I texted Mark, asking for another meeting. He replied that he would see me in school tomorrow and set something up.

The next day I looked for Marc but didn’t see him around. I did get a text to meet him after school. When I saw him after school he had two other guys with him, who he introduced as Steve and Tom. I hadn’t planned on that, but gave it some quick thought and realized that it wasn’t the guys I liked – just their cocks, it didn’t really matter who the cock was attached to.

Marc led me into his bedroom and told me to get undressed, which I did he and his friends did the same. I stood there naked and aroused as the guys weren’t entirely naked. Mark was in his underwear and his friends were wearing jock straps. Something about that was really hot. Tom approached me and told me to get on my knees, which I did readily. He pressed the pouch of his jock strap to my face and held my head, forcing me to inhale is male scent.

“If you want it, you’ll have to get it out, but no hands!” he said. He released my head and I tried to push the pouch aside with my nose, but without success. I was fully aroused and was determined to get his cock. I pressed my face between his cock and leg, and was able to grab the edge of the pouch with my teeth, and pull back, and partly over his cock before it slipped from my teeth.

“You’re an eager cocksucker!” Tom said, “Mark, what else didn’t you tell me?” I tried again and this time held the fabric as tightly as I could between my teeth, and was able to pull it entirely to the side, freeing Tom’s cock and balls.

“Now press your nose into my package,” Tom directed, and I naturally submitted to his dominance. He spread his feet apart. I followed his orders and licked the sweat from between his leg and balls, as I felt his cock harden, pressed to my cheek. Soon he said he needed to get off and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly – not just submitting, but eagerly desiring it! Soon he rewarded my efforts with his load. It was strong tasting, like Mark’s, but wasn’t all that bad. I didn’t know if his load was different or if I was growing to like the taste of cum.

As I swallowed Steve directed me to the bed. He had my lay on my back and climbed on, kneeling over me. He pulled his jock strap pouch to the side, allowing his balls to dangle just above my mouth. “Open and suck my balls,” Steve ordered, “but don’t let me feel your teeth!”

I cautiously moved my tongue around his balls as he stroked his cock. It brushed against my nose as he stroked as my arousal mounted. I later learned this was called “tea bagging”, and it wouldn’t be the last time my mouth was filled with balls. “I’m nearly there,” proclaimed Steve, “Open wide!” I opened my mouth and Steve pulled out his balls and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. I gagged as he pushed all the way to the back of my mouth. It was more than I could take as he held his cock as he drained.

“Hey, your choking him!” called out Mark, and Steve pulled out. It took a while for me to recover as tears streamed down my cheeks. “You okay?” he asked me, and I nodded.

“Look, you don’t have to do me if you don’t want to,” Mark said, “You can do it another time.”

I told him I could do it and knelt on the floor as Mark fed me his cock. He was much more gentle than he’d been other times – he must have felt sorry for the time Steve gave me. I found that I really appreciated Mark, and did my best for him, and soon I tasted his hot cum.

Both Steve and Tom told Mark he had a great cocksucker and looked forward to using me often. I left for home, replaying in my mind all that had happened. I decided that I was done with Steve, and simply wouldn’t put myself through the abuse he dished out for me.

When I got home, I needed to jack-off and got right to it. I didn’t bother trying to think about girls but went right into remembering cock. What completely surprised me was that I came thinking about getting choked by Steve’s cock. I never thought that would send me over the edge.

After recovering from my climax I thought about about how incredibly dominant Steve was. I didn’t like what he did, but the way he took charge really aroused me. Well, no matter, there was no way I was ever going to even be in the same room with him again!

For the next two weeks I sucked Mark and we both enjoyed it. Then one day I got a text from Steve, asking me if I was ready for more. The nerve of that bastard! No way was I gonna let that cock in my mouth again.

I was about to block his number from my phone, but on my way to doing so, I texted him back.

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

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)