I 'm Lee and I love being naked – especially outdoors. I've loved it since I was a kid and would run around my back yard that way. Then one day my mom stopped me and told me it wasn't nice – that I couldn't do it anymore. But it didn't take me long to figure out an alternative. There were lots of wooded areas nearby. I would take off my clothes and hang them on a tree branch, then wander around naked. I would spend hours walking naked through the woods, occasionally crossing sunlit meadows. I imagined getting caught naked.

I didn't really want to get caught, but it was exciting to think about it, and as I went through puberty and was able to cum, I would usually wrap up a day of nudity by jacking off. I had a favorite place in a meadow where I was out in the open. I would close my eyes and imagine dozens of people watching me. Finally, I would cum, and then I'd start to feel guilty. Even though I loved being naked, after I came I was self-conscious, and eager to get back to where my clothing were.

This went on for a while, but as more houses were built in my neighborhood there were more people enjoying the woods, so I needed to find other places for my nudity. I rode my bicycle around looking for suitable places. Finally I found a place that seemed perfect. It was a state game area, set aside for hunting in the fall, but abandoned the rest of the year.

It was about 50 acres and was next to a large farm. I walked my bike into the woods and immediately stripped down. I loved exploring these new woods naked, and with time I grew bolder and walked to the edge of the woods naked. There were dirt roads bordering the woods on all sides except by the farm. I sometimes walked down the center of these roads, usually rock hard as I did. There were no houses in sight, and I could see approaching cars for quite a distance and would hurry back into the woods when I spotted one approaching.

Sometimes I would stand at the edge of the woods near the farm and watch people working in the distance. Sometimes they appeared to see me but didn't react. I was tempted to walk onto the farm property, but didn't dare. I continued my custom of finishing up my nude sessions by jacking off – still feeling a little guilt when I'd cum, but it was manageable. I'd go back to my bike, get dressed and go home.

One day everything changed. After cumming I walked back to my bike and my clothes were gone! I knew immediately this was trouble. When I used to hang my clothes on a tree I would sometimes forget exactly where, and had to hunt for them awhile, but this was different – I always left my clothes with my bike.

Then I heard some footsteps. I turned and saw two guys from the farm standing there with big grins. They looked to be high school kids, who I didn't know because I was still in eighth grade. "Lose something, Lee?" one asked – I later learned his name was Mark.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," I said, "Just give me my clothes back."

"I wonder what your folks would think if they knew you were a little naked faggot prancing around in the woods?" asked the other, who was named Dan.

I knew that my mom would be really upset, but my dad would probably throw me out of the house! Now I was really afraid.

"Please," I pleaded, "Don't do this to me."

"Then you need to do something for us," Mark said, unzipping his pants and taking out his cock, "You might even like this."

"I'm no cocksucker!" I insisted.

"Not yet," said Dan, "But that's about to change."

I was trapped with no way out. My eyes began to tear up, but I sure didn't want these guys to see me crying.

"It's not so bad," assured Mark, "It's just between us, and you'll probably even to like it."

I seriously doubted that, but had no viable choice, so I dropped to my knees. Mark approached me and brought his now-hard cock to my lips. I wasn't a cocksucker – at least not yet.

"Open," directed Mark, and my lips parted, allowing him to slide in – now I was a cocksucker.

It wasn't as bad as I thought. There was no way I was ever going to like this, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. Then Mark put his hands on my head and began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, something I would later learn was a face-fuck. It was like he was raping my mouth. I didn't like it, but it made me feel better that he was doing this to me – it wasn't like I was sucking him voluntarily. Strangely, that somehow made it feel alright. Sometimes he would push all the way in, gagging me. When I gagged Mark would laugh and say, "Take it like a good faggot!"

I really wanted this to be over, but then I realized that it would end with Mark cumming in my mouth. That was a thoroughly disgusting thought. I hope that he would just get tired and not cum, but in a few minutes he said, "Here is comes – make sure you swallow it all!"

Then I felt his cock pumping his hot load into my mouth. It was really strong and terrible tasting. I would have spit it out if I could, but Mark held my head in place while he finished draining into my mouth. I felt like I needed to puke when he said, "Go ahead and swallow, like a good cocksucker."

Trapped like I was, there was nothing else I could do but swallow. I hoped that would clear of the foul taste, but it just left a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I felt humiliated, knowing I was now a cocksucker. I didn't want to be, but I did it, and voluntarily. I tried to remind myself that Mark raped my mouth, so I had no choice.

"Hold it right there," said Dan, as he snapped a picture with his cell phone. I may have been trapped, but I realized that it was my own choice to drop to my knees and suck Mark.

Mark pulled out and Dan took his place. Dan didn't face-fuck me like Mark, but just put his cock in my mouth. That was better than having him slam his cock against my tonsils. I just held him in my mouth.

"Well?" said Dan, "Start sucking – I'm not gonna do all the work for you – you're the cocksucker!"

I began to move my tongue around Dan's cock. I was no longer being raped – there was no doubt that I was actually sucking Dan off. As I did, Dan would tell me when I was hitting the right spot, and I'd move my tongue faster there. I just wanted this to be over. Fortunately, Dan came soon, flooding my mouth with his load.

Like Mark's it tasted really bad – a little different, yet similar. I knew I would never forget that unique taste – a taste that only a cocksucker would know – and I was now a cocksucker. This was no oral rape – I voluntarily sucked Dan off and swallowed his cum. I knew my life would never be the same!

"Look up here," said Dan. With his softening cock still in my mouth I looked up as he snapped another picture. "That's a perfect pose!" he said, "It captures the real you." The real me – in this short time I became someone quite different than I'd ever been.

I felt especially humiliated knowing that not only was I a cocksucker, but there was now undeniable proof that I was. Dan pulled out of my mouth and insisted that I give him my cell phone number, which I reluctantly did.

"We know exactly who you are from your school ID in your wallet, so we'll be expecting you to suck us whenever we want – got it?" insisted Mark.

They really had me where they wanted me, so I had no choice but to agree. They returned my clothes and I got dressed. "You might not like this right now," said Dan, "But I think you'll grow to like it in time, and one day you might actually thank us."

I knew that wasn't going to happen! I got on my bike and rode home, deeply regretting my carelessness in getting caught by those guys. When I got home I checked my phone and found a message from Dan, who sent me copies of the two pictures. I could see that it clearly showed me sucking each of them – there was no way I could claim it wasn't me! There was a message that said, "These will be kept private as long as you cooperate."

I knew I'd be swallowing a lot more cum!

  To be continued . . .

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