I 'm Jason, I high school senior wishing I had a date for the prom. I’m new to my school and beginning to make new friends. I'm not a particularly assertive guy – truthfully I'm kind of a wimp. I wish I wasn't, but I am. I've never even had a date with a girl, so I don't even have anyone to ask to the prom. I know you don't have to have a steady girlfriend to go to the prom, but you have to ask a girl. The fact is that I'm terrified to ask a girl – that sounds stupid, I know, but that's the way it is.

One day Sherrie, a pretty girl well beyond my league approached me in homeroom and asked if I had any prom plans. I was floored, but just replied that I didn't.

"There is something new that you might be interested in," she said.

"Oh?" I replied with interest.

"I know you aren't a very dominant guy," Sherrie said. That were a nice way of saying she knew I was a wimp, but I appreciated her being nice about it.

"Usually most of the breaks to go dominant guys," she continued, "But there is something that might be perfect for you."

"Tell me more," I said, wondering what it could possibly be.

"Well, we both know that you aren't dominant enough to be an Alpha Male, but you could be a beta male."

"Why would I want that?" I asked.

"I don't want to me mean about it, but frankly, doesn't all your sex come from your hand?" she asked.

I blushed red, but she was absolutely right, and meekly nodded, "So you have a better idea?"

"This isn't for everyone, but there is a Beta Male club and we need a new member – and it might be perfect for you," Sherrie explained, "I could arrange for you to join if you like."

"What part do you play in this?" I asked.

"I'm one of the organizer's, along with four other girls," she replied.

"So how does being a beta male club member get me more sex?" I asked.

"The beta males will have a lot more sex by blowing the Alpha Males," Sherrie said.

"Why would I want to do that?" I demanded in anger, "Do I look like a faggot?"

"Chill out!" she shot back, "It's not how you look but how you act."

"I don't swish when I walk," I insisted.

"Of course not," she replied, "But you aren't very assertive, which is perfect."

"I've never done anything like that," I replied, "I wouldn't even know where to start."

"No problem!" Sherrie said, smiling, "I'll arrange for your training – by Prom time, you'll be ready!"

"Prom time?" I asked.

"All beta males go to the prom and blow the Alpha Males," she explained.

"Who would go to the prom with me?" I asked in disbelief.

"I would," Sherrie affirmed, "If you'd like to take me."

"And we would be just like any other couple?" I asked.

"Yes, except for your additional service to the Alpha Males," Sherrie agreed.

"Let me make sure I understand," I said, "I'll be with you like a straight guy, and sucking some guys like a faggot?"

"It's not as black and white as straight or gay," she replied, "You get to enjoy both – including feeling my breasts if you want – would you like that?"

"Sure would!" I quickly agreed, "How about a kiss?"

"Alright," responded Sherrie, "But you won't get more until you agree to be a beta."

She learned toward me and was about to kiss my cheek, but I turned and pressed my mouth to hers. She pressed her tongue between my lips and we probed each other's mouths. We had to stop because other kids were beginning to stare.

"You have great oral potential!" Sherrie said, "Can I count on you becoming a beta?"

It was pretty clear this would really amp up my life, so I agreed. Afterward we went to our classes. I thought about Sherrie but couldn't help thinking about cocksucking. Girls like Sherrie were a common part of my jack-off fantasies, but cocksucking was not. I really had no interest in doing it, but if it got me Sherrie, I'd be willing to give it a try.

I saw Sherrie later in the day and asked her when I would begin training. She told me we could start tomorrow immediately after school. I was excited, yet really nervous. Sucking a cock is a really big step, and I saw a couple of problems. What if I didn't like sucking cock? What if I couldn't stand the taste of cum? I heard it tasted pretty bad. Beyond that, what if I did like it, but everyone in the school ended up knowing I was a cocksucker? What if my family found out?

Still, I knew I'd never have a chance with a girl like Sherrie in any other way, so I was committed to doing it, like it or not. When I got home I looked up some gay porn online and looked at pictures and videos of cocksucking. The suckers really seemed to be enjoying themselves – I had no idea why, but something about sucking must be pretty good.

I noticed that I was aroused, and took out my cock and began to stroke. I thought about kissing and feeling Sherrie, but soon I imagined myself sucking the guy on my computer screen. I came strongly, surprised that sucking aroused me so much. I still considered myself to be straight, but told myself I was going to be sucking for Sherrie – I liked the sound of that.

The next day after school I went to Sherrie's house and she invited me in, taking me to her bedroom. "You need to undress completely," she instructed, and I froze. I'd never been naked in front of a girl before – even my mom hadn't seen me naked since I was a child.

"How do you expect to ever have sex if you aren't willing to be naked?" she said, and I began to undress. I stood there naked and semi-hard, but soon Sherrie took hold of my cock and stroked me to full erection.

"It's important that you be aroused for this," she said, "That way you'll do a better job and enjoy it more."

"How am I going to learn?" I asked.

"You'll learn from Craig, my brother," she explained, and called out for Craig to come in.

Craig entered, seeing me fully aroused. Sherrie told me to get on my knees, and Craig unzipped and took out his cock, bringing it nearly to my lips.

"Now suck him, but keep your teeth off him," Sherrie instructed.

I hadn't thought about my teeth – how could I suck him but not touch him with my teeth? I was really self-conscious about my teeth at first, but soon I figured it out and Craig was moaning and calling me a good cocksucker. That didn't sound like a compliment, but I guess he was right. Better to be a good cocksucker than a bad cocksucker!

"Go ahead and stroke yourself," said Sherrie, "But don't cum yet."

As I stroked I realized that I really liked sucking cock, though I didn't want Sherrie to know – better for her to think I was just enduring it.

After a few more minutes Craig said he was getting close, and Sherrie told me not to swallow immediately – to hold his cum in my mouth. So far I'd enjoyed the suck, but was nervous about this part, but had no time to worry about it as Craig began to pump his hot load into my mouth.

Craig pulled out and Sherrie handed me a box of tissues and told me to finish myself off, and swallow as I cum. I couldn't believe how aroused I was and came nearly immediately. I swallowed as I shot my load.

"Nice job!" said Sherrie, "Soon you'll be great at it!"

Craig left and told me to get dressed. "You can feel me if you like," she offered. I was no longer aroused, but couldn't pass up the offer, so I placed both my hands on her full breasts and gently squeezed.

"When you come back tomorrow you can feel them bare," she promised. I was eager for tomorrow already!

As I walked home, I had a lot on my mind. I was naked in front of a girl for the first time, and I jacked-off while she watched. But the bigger issue was that I'd just given a blowjob, and I liked it! I suppose what concerned me most was liking it – that wasn't something any straight guy would do! I wasn't homophobic by any means, but really thought of myself as straight – maybe that wasn't entirely true.

The thought of feeling Sherrie's bare breasts really excited me, and I thought about that as I jacked-off at bedtime. Soon I found myself thinking about sucking Craig, and jacking-off for Sherrie. All those thoughts added to my arousal and soon I came. I drifted off to sleep, only to wake up aroused again. I jacked-off in the shower, looking forward to seeing Sherrie again.

At school Sherrie greeted me and said, "Yesterday was really hot – I came three times after you left, just remembering how hot you were!" We agreed to have lunch together and went off to our classes.

I had no idea I was arousing Sherrie, but I was glad I did. I was eager to talk with her at lunch, and even more to see her (and feel her) after school.

At lunch time Sherrie explained that there was an underground social arrangement at our school that was quite unique. There were a number of Alpha Males, but there needed to be enough beta males to service them. "Service them?" I asked, "You mean suck them off?" Sherrie nodded, and told me that was where I fit in.

"So you turn straight guys into gays to blow the Alpha Males?" I asked.

"Not gay," Sherrie corrected, "Alpha Males want to be serviced by straight beta males, who submit to their dominance."

"I don't get it," I said, "Didn't you just turn me gay yesterday?"

"I hope not!" Sherrie countered, "I need you to be my boyfriend!"

"Now I'm really confused," I admitted.

"Here is how it works," Sherrie explained, "I am an beta female, and I really like beta males – watching you suck Craig was incredibly arousing for me, and when you jacked-off with his load in his mouth, my panties were soaked!.

"I want you and I to have as much sex as you like," she continued, "But only with a beta female. There are four other beta females, all with beta males – we don't mind sharing with within our group, as long as the guys all service the Alphas whenever called upon."

"How many Alpha's are there?" I asked.

"Right now there are about thirty," Sherrie answered, "But it varies. Since you are among five betas, you will have about six alpha's to service, mostly orally."

"Mostly orally?" I asked.

"Some will want you to submit anally, but most prefer oral, since it's quick and easy, and can be done nearly anywhere," she explained.

"Just so I understand," I said, "I will be in a straight relationship with you, but willblow any number of Alpha's?"

"Yes," agreed Sherrie, "But the particular Alphas will kind of work themselves out in time – depending on who likes your work. I will often be present when you do, and sometimes their girlfriends, the Alpha females will be as well.

"Do you do anything with the Alpha females?" I asked.

"Occasionally," Sherrie admitted, "Some like to make us submit, but most do not."

"So do I get to take you to the prom?" I asked.

"I was hoping you'd ask, because we have something special planned," Sherrie said, "There will be a special secret time when the beta males and Alpha Males gather, and you service as many as you can – it's actually kind of a competition among beta's, and I'll be cheering for you!"

"I don't know if I can do that," I said, "I've just started sucking."

"No problem," Sherrie assured me, "We have a couple weeks to train, and I've got guys lined up every day for you to suck."

Sherrie was very pretty, and really turning me on, but the thought of sucking guys I didn't even know turned me on even more – and I wasn't sure it should!

We finished lunch and went to our afternoon classes. It was difficult to pay attention in class, thinking about the social arrangement Sherrie had described. I wondered who the Alphas were, as well as the other betas. Soon I'd find out. I wondered how many alphas I'd be blowing – I hoped I would be good enough to attract enough of them. Sherrie said it would depend on how many liked my work, so I resolved to become the very best cocksucker I could.

As I thought about it, I liked the idea of sucking cock as part of a straight relationship. There was something incredibly hot about a dominant guy surrendering his most valued body part to me. In my mouth, I would be in control of him, and take him to a climax hotter than he could ever have by jacking-off.

I decided that I was really a straight cocksucker. I didn't really like guys – just their cocks, and with Sherrie as part of the arrangement, I had a girl most other guys would love to have!

That night when I arrived Sherrie greeted me and invited me in. We went to her bedroom, where she slipped off her blouse and turned away, asking me to unhook her bra. "It's something you better get used to doing," she said, and I was eager to become very good at it.

As the bra fell away from her lovely breasts, I cupped them in my hands, enjoying the wonderful feel of her femininity. I felt her nipples harden and she asked me to suck them. I took one into my mouth and sucked as she moaned with delight. Her nipple further hardened, and she told me to do the other, which I eagerly did.

"You're very good orally," she said, "I'll be taking advantage of your talents often." I was glad to make Sherrie feel good as well.

After a few minutes Sherrie told me that it was time for my practice and told me to undress as she put her blouse back on. Soon she called Craig in, and soon I was on my knees sucking him. This time I enjoyed it even more, and wondered what it would be like to blow a variety of guys – how different would their cocks be? Would their cum all taste the same? With so many adventures ahead of me I could have cum right then but held back as Sherrie had instructed me.

Soon Craig rewarded my effort, and I gladly accepted his load. Once he pulled out, I stroked myself more eagerly, now further aroused with a load of cum in my mouth. As I shot my load into tissues, I noticed that Sherrie had her hand in her panties, probably fingering herself off.

"You're getting to be a pretty good cocksucker," Craig said as he zipped up. I smiled and thanked him. Sherrie helped me to my feet and kissed me. I told her that I enjoyed this, but wanted a real date with her, so we arranged to go out Friday night.

As I walked home, I was less confused, and eager to take my place as a beta. When I got home I got online and tried various ways to google blowjob instructions. When I tried "fellatio techniques" I got over a hundred hits! Some were videos, but most were just written instructions, which I spent hours reading. I broke for dinner and then returned and read until bedtime. I had no idea there were so many different approaches to sucking a cock. I bookmarked many of the articles so I could come back to them. There was no way I was going to remember them, but I decided to try two or three new techniques each day and see what worked the best.

Over the next week I sucked Craig every afternoon, as well as two other guys Sherrie had arranged. We had our date and it was just like I imagined a straight date to be. We spent some time making out, and Sherrie even sucked me off, explaining that I should understand the pleasure I gave the guys I sucked.

Soon Sherrie had me sucking five guys in succession. She said I was ready for prom night and wanted me to win the competition for her. I recalled that she'd mentioned a competition before and asked her to explain.

"All the betas will be in a row on their knees, and the Alphas will line up and go to whatever beta is available next. Each beta will have his girlfriend with him, keeping score. Sherrie wanted me to suck more than any other beta, and said based on my performance I just might, even though the other betas were more experienced.

On prom night we proudly entered the dance hall, which was an American Legion Hall rented for the occasion. The Alpha Males all wore red carnations in their lapels, while the betas wore blue. All other guys had white carnations. Once I understood this, I knew immediately that everyone would know I was a cocksucker, and felt a little self-conscious of that.

Sherrie assured me that it wouldn't be a problem, and that half the guys with white carnations would gladly trade places with me. Reassured, I proudly wore my blue carnation!

Sherrie told me that a little before nine we were to go to a special room arranged for the Alpha-beta gathering. We went to the room as planned and saw five pillows arranged in a line on the floor. I now came face-to-face with the other betas as well as the Alphas. Up to now my sucking had been relatively private, but now it was about to be much more public.

The Prom King and Queen, Travis and Marsha entered and the room went silent. Marsha told the betas to take their positions. Sherrie helped me to the pillow and stood behind me.

"Tonight we have 31 alphas, besides Travis," began Marsha, "Betas must suck to completion and the one who does the most, wins the completion and gets to suck Travis while we all watch. Betas – make sure you hold everyone in your mouth until they finish – if they drip on your shirt you’ll be disqualified."

With that the alphas lined up, and Marsha told us to begin. The betas had their jackets removed, but otherwise remained dressed. I hoped I could avoid cum stains on my shirt, but that would depend partly on my skill and partly on how fast the guy pulled out.

The room was silent except for sucking sounds and the guys being sucked offering encouragement. The guy to my left finished first, so I increased the vigor of my sucking, and soon my guy unloaded. I held him in my mouth until the last drop, and then pulled back. He withdrew and the next took his place. This guy was really big, so only half of his cock fit into my mouth. He was also so thick that he really filled my mouth, leaving me little room to move my tongue around. In other circumstances I would have stroked him as I sucked, but the rules tonight were strictly hands-free. I made swallowing motions, which worked his head, along with the limited tongue action I could give such a huge cock. Fortunately, he came quickly. "That's two," encouraged Sherrie, "You're doin' great!"

Soon two more guys gave me their loads. The environment meant that they were all especially horny, so they came quickly. Now with four done I had no idea how I compared to the others. I thought the guy next to me was ahead when Marsha called out, "shirt shot!", disqualifying him.

That meant that he dropped out and all the other alphas would be serviced by the four of us remaining. I continued to suck and got my reward without any shirt staining. I was glad Sherrie was keeping count because I was focused just on making my guy cum.

Marsha announced that we were each on our final guy, and only the one who finished first would count. We all sucked eagerly and soon my guy came. I was surprised that I got there first, but kind of proud. Sherrie told me not to swallow, but to open my mouth so Marsha could confirm I had a load.

Marsha then announced the scores. To my surprise I had eight. Eric, the guy next to me was disqualified for the shirt stain at five, and the other three guys were sucking their sixth when I finished, so they only got credit for five.

Marsha announced that as the winner, I'd get a special "Beta Plus" ring, and would get to finish off the remaining guys, before sucking Travis. I remained kneeling as each of the remaining three guys lined up, and I sucked while everyone else watched.

Then Marsha announced, "While Jason blows Travis, all the ladies are invited to pleasure themselves."

I could hear the rustling of many gowns as they girls reached under and into their panties. Some hadn't worn any panties, just to make it easier. As I sucked I could hear some of the girls moaning as they climaxed, and soon Travis rewarded my efforts.

Everyone applauded my efforts and Sherrie helped me up. As we returned to the dance floor she said, "I'm so proud of you – you did even better than I expected. How do you feel?"

"Great," I replied, "Except my stomach feels a little uneasy."

"That's not surprising," she said, "You swallowed ten loads and you aren’t used to that much – but in time you will be."

In a few hours my stomach felt fine, and the rest of the evening went smoothly. I reflected on how my life had changed. A month ago I had no prayer of going to the prom, and now I was here with a really beautiful girl, and just won a cocksucker competition!

"About that ring I won," I asked Sherrie, "Am I supposed to wear it?"

"Of course," she said, "Every day at school – elsewhere if you want to. You can remove it at home so you don't have to explain it to family."

"But what will people think when they see me wearing it?" I asked.

"That you are a really good cocksucker," Sherrie said with a smile.

"That makes it really public," I said, "I hadn't considered that. Won't some of the non-Alpha's want me to suck them?"

"They might," agreed Sherrie, "But you don't have to. You are expected to service any alpha who wants you to, but most betas don't do others. I decided to wait and see how things worked out – I may have so many Alphas to suck I won't have time for anyone else.

Over the next few weeks I sucked seventeen of the Alphas. They all had girlfriends and had sex with them, so they would mainly come to me while their girlfriends were having their periods. Some of the girlfriends insisted on watching – I suppose they wanted to be sure their guys weren't with another girl. I realized that my service wasn't just draining a horny guy but also helping to maintain a relationship.

I was approached by a few non-Alpha's and blew them if I could fit it into my schedule. Over time word spread around and I got more. Apparently, I was the only beta who blow the other guys, so that put me in demand.

I love my time with Sherrie, but I love cocksucking as well. I would never tell Sherrie, but most of the time we make love I am really thinking about sucking cock!

As graduation is approaching the alpha/beta social structure will be gone, but I hope to continue to suck as many as I can.

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)