I 'm Jason, a fourteen-year-old guy who had a crush on Amanda, a really hot girl at my school. She had a pretty face and full breasts, really big for her age. But most of all, she had an ass to die for!

Yes, I was an ass man, and Amanda's ass dominated my jack-off fantasies. I imagined kissing it, and especially rimming her – I know it sounds disgusting to lick an ass, but it was something I wanted more than anything!

What made it worse was the way she would flaunt her ass – wearing a thong swimsuit when playing volleyball at the athletic field. It was an especially revealing thing, with the entire strap hidden between her cheeks! I wanted it so badly!

I often sat on the sidelines watching the game, moving to a better seat from time to time to get a better view of Amanda’s derrierre.

I was hard most of time, aroused by her tits and buns bouncing as she jumped around. Amanda was out of my class, and clearly out of reach for me. Besides, she had a boyfriend – Blake, who was a big beefy wrestler that nobody ever messed with.

Given that, I was especially surprised when she approached me after a game.

She smiled and greeted me and said, "I see you here often, and couldn't help noticing that you seem to be looking at me a lot."

"You're very pretty," I replied, "And play very well."

She looked directly at the bulge in my pants (thanks to her), and responded, "I doubt if your main interest is my athletic ability – in fact, you seem to really like my ass."

I tried to not stare, but those lovely buns were just so compelling that my eyes gave me away, so I just answered, "What's not to like?"

She turned away and wiggled back and forth, temping me with her luscious ass.

I couldn't help but reach out to touch her, but quickly pulled back as she turned around.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said, "You can touch it, but only with your lips."

I quickly agreed, and Amanda backed up to me where I sat, and bent over slightly. "Remember," she admonished me, "Lips only!"

I leaned to her and kissed one cheek, then the other, and then kissed her crack. "I can tell you like that," she said, "Tongue is okay."

I didn't have to be told twice! I slipped my tongue into Amanda's crack and licked from bottom to top. I repeated, this time pressing my tongue deeper.

Amanda surprised me by reaching back and pulling the thong strap to one side, and spreading her cheeks, revealing her tender pucker. I was immediately drawn to it and kissed her there, and then extended my tongue into her, licking deeply as she moaned. I was in heaven for a few minutes, but then she pulled away and turned around and faced me.

"I hope you liked that, 'cause I sure did!" She said, "why don't you go home now and jack-off? You sure make me want to cum!"

I thanked Amanda and hurried home, where I immediately jacked-off to the memory of Amanda's lucious ass!

The next day Amanda approached me and asked, "Have a nice jerk session?"

I blushed beet-red but was unable to answer.

"Thought so," she said, "Mine was good too, but it would be better in person." Was she suggesting what I thought?

Soon I had no doubt when she invited me to her house after school.

I was thrilled, but unsure. "But what about Blake?" I asked.

"Blake won't do what you did," Amanda explained, "He's just interested in a blowjob!"

The rest of the day all I could think about was kissing Amanda' ass again. As long as Blake doesn't know about it, what harm could there be?

After school I arrived at Amanda's house and she invited me in. "I'm gonna take my clothes off," she said, "You might as well see the rest of me. Why don't you get comfortable as well?"

I watched with great interest as Amanda revealed her girlish charms – it had an immediate impact on me – my cock was straining to get out! I was embarrassed to undress in front of her but knew that it was expected. At first, I didn't want her to see me hard, but when she took hold of my cock and squeezed it, I immediately changed my mind.

"Just so you know, Jason, you're gonna cum before you leave, so don't worry that you won't be rewarded for your efforts," she said.

In my current state of diminished judgement, I was willing to agree to nearly anything, certain that I'd love it – no matter what it was.

Amanda had me lay on my back on her bed, and then climbed on top of me and knelt over my face, looking down toward my feet. She lowered herself while spreading her cheeks, bringing her tender pucker to my lips. I was in heaven – what more could a guy want? I licked her and extended my tongue into her. "Reach up and pinch my nipples," she said. It was a little awkward at first, but I was able to reach her nipples and gently squeezed them.

"Harder!" she said, and I pinched them. She moaned with pleasure, fingering herself as I pleasured both her nipples and her ass. I could feel her quiver as she climaxed, and told me to let go of her nipples, but I continued to lick her. I would have kissed her that way all day if I could.

In a few minutes she continued to finger herself and told me to resume squeezing her nipples. This repeated two more times, and then she got off me and said I'd worn her out. She snuggled next to me and said I was so much better than Blake. He was really macho but seemed to be much more interested in himself than her.

After resting a bit, Amanda said, "Time for your reward – I'll suck you if you promise not to cum in my mouth – just tell me when you are almost there, okay?"

I gladly agreed and soon I was in her mouth. It was the best feeling I'd ever experienced, and soon I approached orgasm. I told her and she stoked me to completion, shooting my load on my belly. It was by far the very best climax I'd ever had!

Amanda asked me if I'd like to date her. I jumped at the chance, but said I was concerned about Blake, but she said she would take care of that. I went home especially thrilled – I'd just had great sex and it looked like I was going to have a hot girlfriend as well!

The next day I saw Amanda as I arrived at school. "I just wanted to warn you," she said, "That Blake is looking for you, and he's really upset."

"What happened?" I asked.

"I broke up with him," she replied, "And he thinks it's all your fault – I told him it was his fault for being such a selfish jerk, but he wouldn't listen – he never really did. I'm really sorry if I caused you any trouble, but I'll do my best to make it up to you."

I didn't know what to expect, but I knew Blake was a big bruiser – he had well over a hundred pounds on me – and all muscle! I didn't see Blake all morning, which was fine with me, but he caught up to me in the hallway on the way to class after lunch.

"I've been looking for you," he said, menacingly.

"Look Blake, I don't want any trouble," I replied.

"You should have thought of that before messing with my girl!" he said.

"I had nothing to do with that," I insisted, "You just messed up with her."

"Like hell I did!" Blake countered, "Everything was just fine until you came along, and now you're gonna pay for it!"

I got to my classroom, and quickly ducked into it, leaving Blake behind. I took my seat, not knowing what to expect from Blake next. I didn't see Blake the rest of the afternoon class hours, but he was waiting for me on my walk home.

"Hey troublemaker!" he called out. I thought of running but knew I couldn't make it home before he caught me, so I stood my ground.

He caught up with me and said, "I may have lost my girlfriend because of you, but I'm gonna really enjoy beating you to a pulp!"

"How is that going to solve anything?" I asked, "You can beat me up, but I'll just report it and you'll end up with the cops."

That caught Blake by surprise, and after a time he said, "Maybe we can work something out."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Don't know," he returned, "Let me think about it tonight and we'll talk tomorrow."

"I'm glad to do what I can for a peaceful resolution to this," I said, and we went our separate ways.

The next day Blake met me coming into school and said, "I got it figured out, meet me after school and we'll work it all out."

All day I wondered what Blake had in mind and had much apprehension as I met him after school. We walked a little way and then he led me into the woods. Once inside, he turned to me unzipped and took out his cock. "All you gotta do to make it right is to suck my cock," he said.

"No fuckin' way!" I said, "I'm straight!"

"I didn't say you had to like it," Blake returned, "You can still be straight – you're just gonna suck me."

I began to protest, but he grabbed me and pressed me against a nearby tree. "You can do it without pain, or with pain – it's up to you."

I realized that even if I screamed, in the woods I wasn't likely to get any help. I wanted no part of this, but it seemed that I was stuck. Blake pressed down on my shoulders, and I sank to my knees. His cock was just inches from my mouth. He pinched my nose, and I had to open my mouth to breathe – that's when he slammed his cock deep into my mouth. He moved quickly and took hold of my head, holding me so I couldn't get away!

"Do this the easy way and it will be over soon," he said, "Just do me like a good cocksucker and it will be all over."

Blake pumped his cock in and out of my mouth – something I later learned was a called a face-fuck, but it seemed more like an oral rape. All I could do is let him have his way with me, and soon he came in my mouth, filling it with his foul-tasting seed! I couldn't wait to spit it out, but Blake wasn't going to allow that. He pulled my head to his body, and told me to swallow, which I eventually did. His cum was gone, but there was a distinct aftertaste that continued to remind me of the depraved act I just did.

Blake let me go and pulled out, saying, "Thanks, cocksucker – you must have really liked it!"

I got up and ran away as fast as I could, not stopping until I got home. I felt so humiliated and dirty. Stupid as it may seem I felt like "cocksucker" was now written across my forehead, so everyone would know. I hoped that Blake wouldn't tell anyone – it was bad enough to do it, but if others knew my life would be in ruins!

Fortunately, after a good night’s sleep I felt better and decided that I'd just put the experience behind me. I sucked Blake and swallowed his cum – yes, but that's not who I am – I was better than that. I'll just never do it again. I should never have gone into the woods with Blake – I should have known better, and sure do now, so it will never happen again!

I was feeling good about myself until I saw Blake. He had a nasty looking smile as he approached and said, "You did a really nice job for me yesterday – like you really knew what you were doing."

"That's behind me now," I insisted, "You can beat me up, but I'll never do it again."

"I'm not going to beat you up," Blake explained, "You are going to ask to do it."

"I don't think so!" I protested. Then Blake got out his cell phone and showed me a picture that clearly showed me sucking a cock – his cock. My heart sank.

"How would you like Amanda to see this? Or your mom?" Blake proposed, "I got an even better idea – I could email this to the Yearbook Staff!"

"They'd never print it," I said.

"Probably not," Blake agreed, "But word would get out around school, and you'd be famous!"

I thought about it and realized that Blake had me in a corner. I sure didn't want to be famous as a cocksucker – I preferred just being a nobody. "Ok," I relented, "What do I have to do?"

"It's really simple," he replied, "Just ask to suck me, and do it like you want to, even if you don't."

"You're a real bastard!" I said, but knew I was stuck.

"Don't piss me off or I won't be so nice about it," Blake said, "I'll be generous and give you all day to think about it. Meet me after school if you agree to my terms – otherwise I'll start sharing this pic with the world!"

I went to morning classes feeling horrible. I couldn't concentrate on class work and got in trouble with my teacher when she called upon me and I didn't even know what question she had asked.

By lunch time I decided to go along with Blake's demand. I sure didn't want to, but really had no choice. After school I met Blake and we walked back into the woods – the very spot where Blake stole my innocence yesterday.

Blake turned to me, and we locked eyes. "Well?" he asked. I dropped to my knees submissively.

"You gotta do better than that!" Blake insisted, "You have to ask for it."

It was humiliating enough to voluntarily kneel for him, but to ask for it too? Well, I was stuck, so I said, "Can I suck your cock?"

"Ask nicely," Blake said, with an evil grin.

I took a deep breath and said, "Can I please suck your cock?" Little did I know, but Blake recorded me for some future use.

Then Blake unzipped and stepped toward me, offering me his cock. "This time you have to do it like you want it – even if you're just pretending, but you better make me believe it!"

That was going to be difficult, but I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. I really had no idea what to do, but Blake directed me about moving my tongue, making swallowing motions with my throat, and keeping my teeth off him. I hated it, but tried to do what he said, and soon he came, filling my mouth with his hot seed.

It tasted just as bad as it did yesterday, but this time Blake told me not to swallow – to just hold it in my mouth for a bit. I hoped that he would let me spit out the foul stuff, but instead he told me to open my mouth – then he took a picture.

"Just hold it in your mouth until you get home, then swallow," he directed.

I got up and we walked out of the woods. I planned to spit out his cum as soon as I was on my own, but Blake walked with me until I got home. "You can swallow now," he said. I did, glad to be rid of his load, but then the aftertaste continued to remind me how low I had sunken.

I went inside and immediately went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. That made the taste go away, but my humiliation remained.

I continued to suck Blake every day after school, even when I had plans with Amanda. I had to show up to her house a little late, after stopping home to brush my teeth and use some mouthwash. I didn't want my sucking to ruin our kissing.

The first week of sucking Blake was terrible, but I endured. I found that each day was a little easier, and I soon realized that once past the humiliation, cocksucking wasn't so bad. It actually felt kind of good having a cock in my mouth, and the taste of his cum got better over time – I suppose it was an "acquired taste".

As I began to accept my role as Blake's cocksucker an even more surprising change began. Each night I would jack-off in bed, usually thinking about Amanda – I never could get enough of her lovely ass. But then as I stroked the thought of sucking Blake would sneak in. I tried to drive out those thoughts, but they kept coming back. This bothered me, but it persisted. After a few days I found myself cumming while thinking about Blake unloading in my mouth.

After I came, it really troubled me that I was aroused by thoughts of cocksucking, but I couldn't deny that it was happening. I sometimes searched online porn, and when I found pictures of guys sucking cock, I couldn't help but notice how much the suckers often seemed to be loving it – what did they get out of it?

I didn't understand, but was beginning to like sucking Blake. If I felt humiliated being forced to suck Blake, it was even more humiliating to like sucking him! But I did, and eventually grew to accept it.

Blake began to notice a difference, and asked me if I liked sucking him. I denied it, but he said he could tell by the way I sucked that I was really warming up to it. "Don't worry," Blake said, "I'll still let you suck me."

By now I not only enjoyed sucking Blake, I found that I needed it – I'd become addicted to cocksucking – it had become a part of me, and sometimes I even thought about it when I was with Amanda – of course I never let her know.

One day Blake told me that he would be moving to another state at the end of the school year because his dad took a new job. "Now we both know that you love sucking," he continued, "And you've done a great job for me. If you want, I'll find someone else for you to suck after I'm gone."

I wasn't yet prepared to admit to Blake that I liked sucking him, so I said nothing.

Soon I began to feel a sense of loss at no longer being able to suck Blake. By now I'd seen lots of cocksucking porn and realized that my obsession was with cock – not the guy I was sucking – so nearly any cock would do.

The next time I saw Blake, I sucked him as usual, but then told him I'd like him to find me someone else to suck, as long as they would keep it secret. Blake was leaving in three weeks, so I hoped he would be able to find someone in that time.

About a week later he told me that he found a guy, but I'd have to be blindfolded the first time. That seemed kind of weird, but I went along with it. We went to Blake's house and into his garage, where he had me kneel and put on a blindfold. I waited and then heard someone approaching and soon felt a cock pressed to my lips.

I opened my mouth and took him in. I immediately knew it wasn't Blake. I'd gotten to know his cock so well I could recognize it anywhere. I ran my tongue over the contours, getting to know him, anticipating his load. Finally, he came and I was surprised to find that his cum tasted a little different, though it still had the unmistakable taste I'd grown to love by now.

Blake had been standing nearby and said, "Don't swallow, and keep him in your mouth." I did, and Blake removed the blindfold. I looked up and met eyes with Amanda's older brother, Jim!

"You're a darn good cocksucker," Jim said.

"Please," I begged, "Don't tell Amanda."

"Don't worry," Jim said, "As long as you suck me any time I want, but the first time you refuse, she'll be the next to know."

I was glad to have another guy to blow, but sure didn't like that threat. But it worked out okay – Jim was mainly asserting his dominance, which was fine with me. Jim was adventurous and would take me with him, and then suddenly offer his cock to me, which I was expected to suck without question. At first it freaked me out, especially when it was between cars in a public parking lot, but I did it, and began to warm up to the novelty. I blew Jim nearly every day, and Amanda never suspected anything.

My relationship with Amanda grew, but the core of our intimacy involved me licking her wonderful ass! We did all the usual boy-girl things as well, but I always came back to her ass. After high school we both went to our local community college, and then got married. Jim was a groomsman for me, and just before we were to go out to stand at the altar, he pulled me aside for a blowjob. He enjoyed catching me by surprise, and I usually enjoyed the adventure of it, but this seemed like a bad time.

Still, I never refused him, and we ducked into a room and closed the door. There, in our tuxes I knelt and sucked him off, just moments before marrying his sister. When he came, Jim said, "Now don't swallow until you have to say 'I do' ".

I got up and we left the room. Our wedding planner quickly waved me over and we walked out to the altar. I stood there with Jim's load in my mouth as my bride approached me. I held it in my mouth as the minister said his part, swallowing just before my "I do." When it was time to kiss Amanda I made sure I didn't let her tongue into my mouth, so she wouldn't taste anything unexpected.

As we walked down the aisle, the usual aftertaste reminded me that I was, and would always be a cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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