I 'm Larry, a high school junior, about as straight as they come. I love girls, though I haven't done as well with them as some. I've been a quite a few dates but haven't gotten far with most girls. Most would let me kiss them, and a few let me feel their breasts. Two let me put my hands in their panties and finger them. I got both of them wet and one said I made a mess of her panties and never let me do it again. Donna however, was a little different. When I fingered her she climaxed, and after that she wanted me to finger her on every date. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get her to go all the way.

One day a new boy showed up in my school. His name was Ayoob, and was a refugee from the Middle East. I introduced myself to him and we soon became friends. His English was pretty good, but there were many words he didn't know yet. I helped him increase his vocabulary and he taught me some Arab words, though I didn't do very well getting the language.

There was one word he used that I can't pronounce and have no idea how to spell, so I'll just refer to it as "@#^&@".

"What does that mean exactly?" I asked.

"I don't know the proper English word," Ayoob replied, "But it's kind of a special friend."

"When I learned that I was coming to America, I hoped to find a @#^&@," he added, "I heard that some American guys were especially good @#^&@'s."

"Could I be your @#^&@?" I asked.

"That would be wonderful!" Ayoob said, "I'd really like that."

Over the next two weeks Ayoob and I did a lot of things together, and one day after school he invited me to his house. We arrived and I found that we were alone, since Ayoob's parents were both at work.

We went into the living room and Ayoob took his pants off and invited me to do the same.

I hesitated, but he assured me that it was a common custom among his people to not wear pants in the house – it was a lot more comfortable.

Reluctantly I took my pants off and put them on a chair. Ayoob invited me to sit next to him on the couch. He turned on the TV and we watched a movie. As we watched, Ayoob took out his cock, which startled me at first. It was very unexpected, but also looked different than other cocks I'd seen. He was uncircumcised, with a lot of extra skin covering the head of his cock. I couldn't help but stare at it, which Ayoob immediately noticed.

"You like?" he asked.

"I'm just surprised," I said, "It looks so different."

"Really?" he replied, "Let me see yours."

"I don't know," I protested, uneasy where this was going.

"Come on," Ayoob instisted, "You are my @#^&@ so it's okay – among my people it would be very insulting to refuse."

I felt really pressured, but didn't want to upset Ayoob, so I took my cock out and showed him.

"Are you a Jew?" Ayoob asked, "Jews are all circumcised, like you."

"No, I'm not," I explained, "But most Americans are circumcised at birth – I've never seen one like yours."

Ayoob took his cock in his hand and stroked it a bit, causing it to grow. "Tell me Larry, what do you call this?"

"We call it a 'cock'," I explained.

"Cock," repeated Ayoob, "That's a nice word – Larry you can take a closer look at my cock."

"That's okay," I said, "I'm straight and not like that."

"Not like WHAT?" demanded Ayoob, "If you're gonna be my @#^&@, nothing else should matter."

He sounded like he was getting really pissed, and I was getting very nervous. To calm things down I asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Sorry," said Ayoob, "I'm not used to American ways – maybe I should put it another way – please take my cock in your hand and look at it."

I felt like I had narrowly averted and international incident, so I was willing to do whatever was needed to cool things down, and I reached over and took hold of his cock. I had never touched anyone else's cock, and it was very unfamiliar territory for me.

"It's not so easy doing that sitting next to me," said Ayoob, "You'd be more comfortable kneeling on the floor here."

That was a kind offer. I was fine where I was, but didn't want to insult him, so I knelt on the floor, and Ayoob spread his knees apart. In my hands his cock grew and I watched with fascination as the foreskin pulled back and the head began to peek out.

I realized that this was something straight guys just didn't do, but here I was stroking another guy's cock – how did I ever get into this?

While I was uneasy about all of this, at the same time I was really curious, and continued to watch intently as Ayoob's cock grew in my hands.

A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock head and Ayoob told me I could lick it if I wanted to.

"No thanks," I replied, trying to be polite as I could.

"NO THANKS?" Ayoob said, "What kind of @#^&@ are you?"

"Okay, okay," I said, leaning forward and licking the precum from his cock. It was kind of salty tasting, but otherwise not bad. I realized that I'd just done a very gay thing and wished I hadn't. By now Ayoob was fully erect, and he encouraged me to keep going.

I knew he wanted me to jack him off, which was definitely gay, and I really didn't want to, but went along with it to keep peace.

After all, I did get him hard, and any aroused guy would want to cum – I just wished that he would do it himself. I decided to go along with it just this once.

I stroked Ayoob and he praised the work I was doing. Soon he said, "Put your head down there," and put his hand behind my head, pulling me closer.

Protesting, I said "What?" but Ayoob stopped me but pushing his cock into my mouth. That was bad enough, but soon he was pumping his hot seed into my mouth. The taste was very strong, making me feel like I'd puke. I was completely humiliated.

By now Ayoob had both hands on my head and was trusting his cock all the way into my mouth, making me gag.

"Now swallow!" he said, "Swallow it all!"

I swallowed, hoping that would get rid of the horrible taste, but I still had an aftertaste that no straight guy should ever have. I looked down in shame, unwilling to meet Ayoob's gaze.

"That was really good," Ayoob said, "I knew I could count on you. Just so you know, this is all just between you and I – okay?"

I nodded and said I had to get home. I didn't really have to but wanted to put as much distance between us as I could.

On my way home I felt so ashamed and avoided talking with anyone. I felt like "cocksucker" was written across my forehead and everyone would know.

When I got home, I went right to my room. I worked on my homework to get what had happened out of my mind.

At dinner my dad asked, "So what's new between you and Ayoob?"

I was speechless – how could he know? Then reality came back to me and I realized it was just an innocent question. "Not much," I said, "I've just been helping him with English.

My parents both thought that was a great thing to do and said I should take as much time with Ayoob as needed. Right now, I didn't want to spend any time with him!

By the end of dinner I'd pretty much put my time with Ayoob out of my mind. Later I went to bed, where I normally jacked-off, which was a great way to end the day, and it helped me sleep as well.

I thought about feeling and fingering Donna, and how much I wanted to go all the way with her. I imagined myself doing so, and suddenly I imagined Ayoob standing in front of me, with his feet on either side of Donna. He was pressing his hard cock to my lips. I resisted but he was too strong and forced his way into my mouth. Right there in my own jack-off fantasy I was sucking his cock. Even worse, I imagined him cumming, filling my mouth with his foul-tasting cum, made me climax!

It was a stronger climax than usual, but then a horrible feeling of guilt hit me! I'd just cum thinking about sucking off Ayoob. Fucking Donna didn't matter, I knew there was nothing straight about what happened. I wished I could just make it go away, but there was no undoing it.

I drifted off to sleep. I woke up hard the next morning, and would normally jack-off, but didn't dare – afraid of another gay fantasy. At breakfast Mom asked if I was ok, saying that I looked a little "distant". I couldn't tell her what was on my mind, so I just said I was thinking about a test I had to take and hoped I'd do well. She reassured me, and I wish she could do the same about Ayoob and I.

At school I saw Ayoob and didn't know what to say. He was smiling and thanked me. "I never did that before," I said, "And maybe I shouldn't have."

"Nonsense!" said Ayoob, "You did a good job – especially for your first time, but you'll get better over time."

I had no intention of ever doing that again but wasn't sure how to get out of it without angering Ayoob.

I tried to come up with an excuse not to go to Ayoob's house after school, but he was very insistent.

After arriving at his house, Ayoob took of his pants, but I kept mine on. "What's wrong?" Ayoob asked.

"Ayoob, I don't really think i should be doing this," I said, hoping that would be the end of it.

"You mean after one time you won't do any more?" he demanded, "That's not very friendly at all. He took out his cock and quickly approached me, pressing his cock to my lips. I refused to open my mouth.

Ayoob grabbed me with surprising strength and pushed me onto the floor. As I lay there on my back Ayoob knelt over me, sitting on my chest and once again bringing his cock to my lips.

"Larry, you did well yesterday," he said, "And I know you'll do well today – I can wait until you finally give in, so you might as well open your mouth.

I realized that I had no hope of escape, and reluctantly opened my mouth. Ayoob put his cock in, and I felt him beginning to harden in my mouth.

"Now I can just fuck your mouth," Ayoob said, "Which could be kind of rough, or you can suck me – your choice."

I realized that an oral rape could be very unpleasant, so I just began to suck Ayoob's cock. I ran my tongue along the contours of his cock and felt the foreskin pulling back as Ayoob hardened.

He coached me on how to move my tongue and how to make swallowing motions with my throat, as if I were swallowing his cock. It seemed like a very long time, but soon Ayoob began to pump his load into my mouth. It was the same strong taste as yesterday, but somehow wasn't quite as foul tasting.

"I'm gonna pull out," said Ayoob, "But you hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow."

He withdrew, and I lay there, now doubly-humiliated because I was voluntarily holding a mouthful of his cum! Ayoob assured me that I'd get to love the taste, but I didn't think so. He told me to swallow, which I did, once again leaving me with the strong aftertaste.

"Larry, I know this is all new to you – you're doing well, but we really need to work on your attitude – I don't think your heart is really in this, and it needs to be. We'll try something different tomorrow.

I went home, mad at myself for going along with all that Ayoob had put me through. Yesterday was forced, but today was voluntary. True, Ayoob pinned me to the floor, but I voluntarily sucked him. I rationalize that it was to avoid a face-fuck, but I knew in my heart I consented to a blowjob.

The next afternoon at Ayoob's, he made me take off my pants and shorts and stroke myself to erection. Once hard, Ayoob brought his cock head to my mouth and this time I opened without coercion, beginning to accept the situation.

"Now keep sucking me as you stroke," Ayoob said, "And when I cum, you swallow right away."

I did and found the entire experience strangely arousing, and soon I felt Ayoob's cock squirting in my mouth. That sent me over the edge and I shot my load. I had no tissue to cum into, so I shot my load into my other hand.

I felt some guilt wash over me, but at the same time I felt compelled to go along with this.

"Nice job," said Ayoob, "Now eat your cum." I hesitated, but Ayoob encouraged me, saying it should never be wasted. It almost felt like an "out of body experience" as I saw my hand come up to my mouth and I licked up my cum – something no straight guy would ever do!

Ayoob praised me and said I was doing great. I left for home, once again feeling humiliated, but beginning to accept that this was something I was meant to do.

The next day we repeated this, but now Ayoob insisted that I look him in the eyes as I sucked him.

As we locked eye contact, Ayoob said, “Larry, you are a very good @#^&@," and I realized for the first time that @#^&@ either meant faggot or cocksucker. Well, no matter – both were true!

Special thanks to my online friend Ben Boy, who provided the inspiration for this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)