I 'm Mitch, and whenever I hear the Meatloaf song, "I would do anything for love", I can't help thinking about how much my life has changed – for love. It all started in high school when Marcy Marshall, a new girl arrived and I knew I had to have her. She wasn't just pretty – she was gorgeous!

I'm usually a little timid around girls – I never knew what to say, but I knew if I wanted to make any progress with her I had to muster all the courage I could find and approach her. I was scared to death and hope it didn't show. Luckily it went well, and she accepted my invitation for a date.

I arrived at Marcy's house on Friday night and was greeted by Mrs. Marshall, who kindly offered me a glass of red wine. I graciously accepted and learned that they were Jewish and were accustomed to having a small glass of wine with dinner.

"You aren't Jewish, are you?" she asked. I confirmed that I was not. "Then the wine will help you out on your first date with a Jewish girl," she said, and then giggled. I was in for a surprise, but it had nothing to do with religion or heritage.

Marcy entered the room and was more stunningly beautiful than ever before. All I knew was that I wanted her. We drove to a local movie theater and went in. After choosing a movie and buying tickets, we entered the theater. "Let's sit toward the back in the center," Marcy suggested, "That way we'll have a good view and privacy as well." I liked the sound of that, since I was hoping to make out with her in a big way!

Once the lights were out and the movie was running, we began to kiss. This was familiar territory for me, but I was delighted when her tongue parted my lips and we were French kissing passionately. Already I'd gotten to first base and my cock was hard, straining at my pants.

I tentatively moved a hand to one breast and Marcy's passion increased. She paused me momentarily as she unbuttoned her blouse a bit to give me better access. I slipped a hand in and worked my fingers under her bra, cupping her soft breast in my hand and gently squeezing a nipple. Marcy moaned with delight as we continued to kiss. I'd gotten to second base and was ready to keep going!

"Before we go any further," she said, "I need to tell you something. I was born a boy." That stunned me – I didn't know how to react – she was so beautiful, and I was completely aroused – in my current condition it didn't matter to me, but I felt I had to respond to her confession.

"But you are a really beautiful girl now," I said, "But even if you weren't, I wouldn't matter to me."

"That's very open-minded of you," Marcy responded, "I think we're going to have a great time together."

I sure hoped we would. So Marcy was a trans-woman – born a boy but now really a girl, or at least living like one. I wondered if she'd had the surgery. Her breasts were real enough, so that part of her was definitely girl, but between her legs? I needed to know.

I slipped my hand under her skirt, feeling the warm softness of her inner leg. She spread her legs, welcoming my advances, and soon I was fingering the front of her soft panties. At first I couldn't detect anything different, but soon I felt a bulge this didn't seem like it belonged to a girl. "Let me help you out," she said, and reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, and soon I was holding a hard cock in my hand. I'd gotten to third base, but it sure wasn't what I'd expected!

I'd never held anyone else's cock before, and never even thought about it, but now I was holding Marcy's small, but throbbing cock. As I squeezed it her kisses grew ever more passionate, as if squeezing it turned up the volume on her passion. Meanwhile Marcy squeezed my cock through my pants. I wanted to unzip and let her take me all the way, but she said it would be best to wait until later, so we could enjoy it more fully.

Needless to say, we saw little of the movie, and we both had to work at letting our arousal subside by the end, so we could walk out without embarrassment. I wondered if we could make out successfully in my car, which was a small SUV with a center console – not exactly designed for dates! Then Marcy surprised me once again.

"My Mom will be out, so we'll be alone at my place," she said, "She wants us to be able to get to know each other better and knew it would be awkward if she were there." That sounded like a green light to go all the way if I ever heard it, and I was ready!

We arrived back at Marcy's and she said she wanted to change into something more comfortable. She gave me another glass of wine and asked me to wait on the couch. So much was going through my mind as I sat there. I was filled with desire, but felt a little troubled about Marcy having a cock, but in a way it was kind of neat – I was really taking a walk on the wild side tonight!

Marcy entered the room wearing a nearly see-through robe, with royal blue bra and panties underneath. I stood up and took her into my arms and kissed her. Our tongues danced together again as our passions were re-ignited. Marcy stepped back and let the robe slip off and drop to the floor. She spun around to reveal all her beauty and I was delighted to see that her panties were a thong, revealing her absolutely luscious ass.

I like breasts, but I really liked a nice femme ass, and soon I was on my knees kissing one cheek, then the other. Marcy quickly warmed up to it and encouraged me to go further. I kissed her crack and extended my tongue between her cheeks. She reached back and spread her cheeks, then pulled the thong strap aside to reveal her tender pucker. I'd seen that in porn, but never in real life. My desire drove me forward as I pressed my lips to her pucker and extended my tongue. First licking, and after hearing her moan I pressed my tongue into her and she pressed back against my face, as if to drive me in deeper. I was in heaven, wishing only that my tongue was longer!

I rimmed Marcy for a few minutes before she pulled away. "I wasn't sure you would do that, knowing I'm not like other girls."

"All I could think of was what a hot babe you are," I replied.

"I need you to think of more, Mitch," she said, "If you want me to be your girlfriend, you need to be comfortable with every part of me."

Of course, she was referring to the cock I'd eagerly fondled in the theater – now things were getting really serious. Marcy faced me and I could see a small, but distinct bulge in the front of her panties. I was straight and never had any desire for cock, but I sure liked Marcy, and in my aroused state I needed to cum, any way I could!

Marcy drew closer and her bulge was just inches from my face. I leaned forward and kissed the bulge, realizing I was kissing a cock, and soon I might have to do even more, but my judgement was seriously impaired.

I slipped my fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Her small cock jumped up as I released it from her panties. It was small, like a little boy's cock, but it was clearly a cock! She pressed the tiny head against my lips, and I allowed her to enter. I had no idea that going all the way was going to be anything at all like this, but my hard cock didn't care at the moment!

"I hope you like me circumcised," she said, "It's a Jewish tradition." All I knew now was that I liked having Marcy in my mouth!

Her tiny cock easily slid all the way into my mouth, and Marcy held my head pressed to her and directed me to move my tongue all around. I was in an aroused fog, but was startled when she came, shooting a substantial load into my mouth. It was strong tasting – unlike anything else – I wasn't sure I liked it, but if it was Marcy's, it was alright with me. I swallowed, knowing it was the only polite thing to do.

Marcy pulled out and helped me to my feet, then kissed me deeply, as if confirming that I'd swallowed. "I'm impressed!" she said, "You've certainly earned your reward!"

She took me by the hand and led me into another room, where a massage table was set up. She told me to undress, as she did the same, and soon we were both naked. Her tiny cock was even smaller now that she'd cum, and almost looked feminine, if such a thing were possible. Marcy put some lotion in her hand and took hold of my hard cock, massaging the head and making my knees weak. I had difficulty standing and thought I'd cum right in her hand. She led me to the massage table and told me to get on and lay on my back.

"Do you trust me?" she asked. That was unexpected but I quickly said that I trusted her completely.

Then she surprised me and pulled a Velcro strap across my wrists, securing me in place. I went along with it, figuring it was some sort of bondage game – I just needed to cum, and was willing to go along with nearly anything at this point.

Wrists secured, Marcy stroked my cock and took me into her mouth. It felt so wonderful I wanted it to last, but I couldn't hold out for more than a minute, and soon had the most incredible climax ever! Then if hit me – overwhelming guilt over what I'd done! I'd given a blowjob and swallowed a load of cum, and did it willingly! How could I have sunk so low? I needed to get away.

"I should be going now," I said.

"Not so fast Mitch," Marcy said, "First, tell me what you are feeling."

"Relief," I said, not sure what was expected of me.

"Of course you feel relief!" Marcy said, "But what else? Guilt or shame I'll bet."

"A little," I admitted.

"A lot, I think," she said, "You were completly aroused by a girl with a dick, and now you're ashamed of what you just did – don't deny it – be honest with me, now!"

"Yes," I agreed, "But I can't help how I feel, I don't like what I'm feeling now."

"Then you need to learn how to get over it," she said, "It will pass soon, and then we can deal with your real feelings."

Marcy massaged my body all over as I lay there, still bound by my wrists. After a few minutes the shame passed, and I told her so. She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine, and I parted her lips with my tongue. "I'm glad there is still interest," she said.

"Oh, I'm definitely interested," I agreed, "And about that 'girl with a dick' thing –"

"What?" she asked.

"I kind of liked that too," I admitted, "In truth, I really liked it, but don't like the guilt part."

"We can work on that," she assured me. She handled my limp cock and said, "Since you aren't aroused now, I presume you are thinking clearly?" I agreed, and she climbed up on the massage table, and knelt over my face, her small cock inches from my mouth.

"You had no problem taking me into your mouth when you are aroused," she said, "But can you do it now?"

In response, I opened my mouth and she slipped in, smiling at my response. I closed my lips around her and ran my tongue around her contours, getting to know my new girlfriend intimately. "I'm glad you don't have any inhibitions about sucking me now – and don't have to be out of your mind with arousal to do it." After a bit, she pulled out.

"I'll suck you any time," I assured her.

"That's great," she said, "But I really need more than that – I need you to want to suck cock."

"But I want to suck your cock," I insisted.

"I want you to be a confirmed cocksucker," she countered, "And not just sucking for me."

"I don't get it," I said, "Of course I'm sucking for you!"

"That's the thing," she said, "I want you to be completely free of any guilt and shame when you cum, so we can both cherish your climax."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I want you to enjoy giving blowjobs to guys," she said, "Even after you cum."

"So you want to turn me into a faggot?" I said in disbelief.

"Don't use that word!" she said, "And try to be more open-minded – don't limit yourself and harshly judge something that is truly wonderful."

Marcy got off me and released the Velcro straps that bound my wrists. "You don't have to decide right now," she said, "But think about it and let me know when you are ready – if you ever are."

I drove home with a lot on my mind. I wanted her, but not the shame. She was more exciting than any regular girl, and that was both wonderful and a bit of a problem. How could I learn to love cocksucking, and how would that be any different than what I already did tonight?

I went to bed and replayed the events of the evening, feeling arousal approaching. I began to stroke as I thought about Marcy, and especially about sucking her. For some reason it was especially arousing, and when I remembered her cumming in my mouth, that put me over the top and I had another strong climax. I felt a brief but annoying bit of shame, then drifted off to sleep.

The next day I saw Marcy and told her I thought I was ready, but wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. "It's simple," she said, "But may really test your willpower. I want you to hold a guy's cock in your mouth while you jack-off, then swallow your load, and then finish by sucking him off and swallowing."

I never expected anything at all like this! That wasn't at all like being with Marcy – and it sure wasn't anything a straight guy would do – I'd be choosing to be a faggot! I was glad I didn't say it, but couldn't help thinking of it that way. I knew I should be more open minded and get over it. I told her I'd have to think about it.

I thought about it a lot! Throughout the day it was about all I could think of! The thought of being a cocksucker seemed shameful, but it's not like everyone would know – just Marcy and the guy she had me suck. Finally I realized that if I had to do it just one time, it was well worth it to win over a girl like Marcy!

At the end of the day I saw Marcy before she left for home and told her I was ready. She said she would arrange something soon. I went home realizing that I may have made a life-changing commitment, but Marcy sure seemed worth it!

The next day Marcy invited me to her house right after school. Her mother was still at work, and she introduced me to Mike, her cousin. Mike told me to get undressed, as he and Marcy did the same. Marcy told me to kneel before Mike and get to know his cock.

I took Mark's cock in my hand and stroked him to erection. A small drop of pre-cum emerged from the tip. "Lick it," Marcy urged. She made it easy for me, since I was just following her instructions. I was still completely soft – not the least bit aroused. When Mark was hard he said, "Okay, time to show what you can do." I opened my mouth and took him in. He was much bigger than Marcy and filled my mouth completely.

"Now stroke yourself and cum with me in your mouth," Mark directed. I felt very awkward kneeling there with Mark in my mouth and wasn't sure it was going to work. He didn't arouse me like Marcy did.

"Careful not to make him cum," cautioned Marcy, "Just get yourself aroused and shoot your load in your hand."

I stroked without any feeling of arousal at first, but then I began to feel it. This was something no straight guy would ever do, but Mark actually felt kind of good in my mouth, and I knew I was giving up being straight for Marcy, which certainly seemed worth it!

A little while later I was hard, and that definitely put me in a more favorable mood, and I found myself actually liking this, and imagining Mark cumming in my mouth. Soon I was cumming, and caught my load in my hand as instructed. "Now lick it up and swallow it all," directed Mark. I hesitated, feeling the shame set in once again.

"Quickly!" urged Marcy, "You can't hesitate!"

I pulled back from Mark and brought my hand to my mouth, licking up my cum. It tasted foul and I knew I was crossing a line from which there was no return. "Well done, cocksucker, now finish what you started," ordered Mark.

"I'm not sure I can," I protested.

"You can't just suck a guy and get him charged up, and then quit on him!" Marcy said, "You owe it to him to finish the blowjob!"

Hearing her say 'finish the blowjob' sounded so humiliating – how could I let myself sink this low? Mark had called me a cocksucker – a very insulting thing to say, but he was completely correct – I was a cocksucker, and there was no going back. I opened my mouth and took Mark in once again and then licked his cock all over, realizing that it was my place to bring a guy to climax in my mouth, which I would be required to swallow.

Now that I was no longer aroused, the entire act was vividly clear to me – not shrouded in a fog of arousal. There was no doubt in my mind that I was doing something very taboo – but something I willingly did – I voluntarily degraded myself for the love of a woman – but a very different kind of woman.

It didn't take long before Mark came in my mouth – tasting stronger than any so far. He held my head with his hands and ordered me to swallow, which I did, now accepting that I was a cocksucker in all respects.

Marcy thanked me and said she was proud of me. We kissed and I felt much better about it all. I may have humiliated myself, but it was for a good cause.

I've continued to date Marcy now for several years, still finding her thoroughly arousing, but from time to time, contacting Mark, since I now really like cocksucking, and savor the experience of a man pumping his hot load into my mouth. I never told Marcy, not wanting her to think less of me.

Over the years, Mark has introduced me to some of his friends, who have become "regulars" for me, keeping me supplied with their cum. I am proud to be a cocksucker, but as far as Marcy is concerned, she is the only one I'm sucking off.

  To be continued . . .

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