I 'm Jim, a high school sophomore who met the most unique girl in the world -- and she changed my life! Marcy was new to our school and when she first showed up in my homeroom class I knew I wanted her! I nervously approached her and introduced myself and found she was very nice, and easy to talk with.

I have a hard time knowing what to say to girls, but Marcy was worth going after, and soon I found that she was as easy to talk with as my guy friends. We went on a couple lunch dates to fast food restaurants, and then she invited me over to her house right after school. Her parents worked and wouldn't be home for a few hours, so we'd be alone, and I hoped to get lucky.

We began to kiss and soon I was feeling her breasts, which she seemed to welcome. Other girls made it so difficult for a guy, bur Marcy was pretty easy going. Since I was making great progress I decided to see how far I could go, and began to move my hand up her skirt. That's when she stopped me.

"Sorry if I was going too fast for you," I apologized, "I'm kind of new to this."

"So am I," she said, "That's why I stopped you. I've never been like this with a guy before. My parents have discouraged me from dating, but I don't want to be like a prisoner here."

"Marcy, I really like you," I said, "And I want to do what's best, and I'm not sure where you are taking this."

"Sorry I'm not clearer about this," she said, "I want to go further but I'm nervous about it, and just need you to take it slow."

"I will, I promise," I said, concluding that I'd gotten as far as anyone could expect under the circumstances.

Then Marcy surprised me and spread her knees apart and invited me to continue where I left off.

Without a moment's hesitation I slipped my hand under her skirt, touching the soft warmth of her leg, moving slowly but steadily. When I reached her panties she felt wet, which I knew from reading porn was a very good sign. We kissed and I could tell Marcy was getting really hot, so I slipped a couple fingers beneath her panties, intent on slipping insider her when I was shocked to find a cock!

"What the ..." I said in horror, feeling completely betrayed, "Your a dude!" I pulled back quickly and slid away from her.

Marcy broke out crying, which softened my heart. Marcy might be a sissy guy crying, but I never knew how to handle crying, and soon I found myself apologizing for making her cry.

"Maybe my parents were right," she said, "I shouldn't be dating."

"I don't know what to tell you," I responded, "But if you're gonna pretend to be a girl you're gonna freak out nearly any guy who finds out you aren't.

"But I AM a girl!" she instisted.

"Girls don't have cocks!" I countered, and she began to cry harder. I didn't think I'd done anything wrong, but sure felt crummy about making Marcy cry.

Marcy stopped sobbing and blurted out, "I don't have a cock -- I have Clitoromegaly."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's an overgrown clitoris, not a cock at all, but it seems like it. I have a vagina, not balls, so I'm a girl, not a guy."

That sounded pretty difficult to believe, so I just said I was having difficulty understanding all this -- I'd never heard of anything like this before.

"May I see your vagina?" I asked, not sure if this was the best thing to say.

Marcy reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, and then lifted her skirt and spread her legs. To my astonishment I saw was looked like a cock -- a small one only two inches long, protruding from the top of pussy lips. I reached to her and slipped two fingers inside her, confirming that she was indeed a girl. Withdrawing my fingers, I took hold of her clitty and massaged it. It grew hard just like a cock, but tiny. Marcy moaned and begged me to keep going, and soon she climaxed. There was no ejaculation, just a lot more wetness from her pussy.

I felt a lot better about all of this, now realizing I was with real girl. I apologized for doubting her and said I'd do my best to understand her more completely. As I thought about it, it was actually kind of handy -- I'd read that some women had really small clitty's that were inside the lips and hard to find. Marcy's clitty was really easy to access, making it easy to make her cum. I knew that making her cum was the key to getting further with her.

After her climax, I held Marcy for awhile, and soon she told me that she was glad that I was the first guy she dated, and was sorry to surprise me, but she didn't know any other way. I told her it was ok -- I was shocked for awhile but was beginning to understand.

I went home and did a Google search on Clitoromegaly, and found it to be a real thing, but very rare. Since the clitty was key to arousing a woman and making her cum, it sure seemed like a big clitty was a good thing.

Over the next couple weeks Marcy invited me to her house several times, and I always ended up massaging her clitty with her pussy juices. I felt so bad for having doubted her that I went the extra mile to try to make up for it, so one day I went down on her. Normally going down on a girl entails licking their pussy, usually slipping your tongue in to find the clitty, focusing on it. But with Marcy, her clitty was so big that I could take it into my mouth and run my tongue all over it. She really loved it and held my head, pulling me to her as she moaned with pleasure. She came over and over again, and flooded my face with her juice.

She went down on me, of course and I love it, but my juice went into her mouth, not all over her face. All things considered, I think I got the best of it, since I didn't have to swallow anything -- just wash my face afterward.

She did have a distinct advantage through -- she could cum over and over again, and I was finished after only one climax. Still, I'm not complaining -- it felt wonderful every time.

Marcy and I continued to see each other and shared oral sex as often as we had the opportunity. After awhile I began to think about her clitty being like a small cock. Of course I knew it wasn't, but as I sucked her I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to suck a guy off. Other than size, and shooting a load, it must be pretty similar. Of course my blowing a guy would be really gay -- not something I wanted to be. Still, as time went by the idea kept returning.

When it did, I tried to push it out of my mind, but the mind is a funny thing. You can force yourself to think about something, but you can't force yourself NOT to think about something. It became a problem when I'd think about cocksucking while jacking-off. What was worse was that it was even more arousing than thinking about girls! After awhile my jack-off fantasies were dominated by cocksucking, and I began to look for gay porn online. When I found it I immediately began to get aroused. As I did, I studied the cocksucker and watched his technique, especially in videos. The guy getting sucked definitely loved it, but surprisingly the cocksucker seemed to like it nearly as much. I wondered why -- what were they getting out of it -- the other guy came, he just got the load -- and swallowed.

Maybe there was something about a guy cumming in their mouth that was as good as the climax itself. Could that possibly be? It seemed incredible, but how else could I account for the obvious joy the cocksucker was getting out of it?

After months of secretly jacking off thinking about blowjobs I finally resolved to give it a try.

Lance, my best friend sometimes talked about blowjobs, and how girls often won't even try it. He said I was lucky to have a girl like Marcy, since most of the girls he dated wouldn't come through. He confessed that he got a blowjob from a guy at our school, and it was better than any he got from the few girls who would. I listened intently and asked if the guy seemed to enjoy it.

"Yeah," answered Lance, "It made no sense at all -- it felt great for me to cum in his mouth, but I couldn't figure out why he liked it so much."

If only I could give it a try, but I was chicken to try it with Lance. How would he react knowing his best friend was a cocksucker? I just couldn't risk it.

That night at bedtime when I jacked-off, I imagined that it was Lance that I was blowing, and when I imagined him cumming in my mouth, that sent me over the edge and I climaxed.

Something about that moment changed me. I realized that if ever I was going to suck a cock, it would be Lance's. The next day I told Lance I'd been thinking about our conversation and also wondered what cocksuckers got out of giving a blowjob.

"Well, if you really wanna find out, you can suck me," he said.

I didn't want to seem too eager, and said, "I don't know -- it could ruin our friendship."

"No way!" he said, "It could only strengthen our friendship -- we'd have something other friends don't have."

"I suppose I could try," I said, eager to try but wanting to make it look like he talked me into it.

Nothing more needed to be said -- Lance unzipped and took out his cock. I looked at it with desire but tried not to show it. Lance told me to kneel, and soon I was on my knees, with his cock approaching, now just inches from my mouth.

It was so much bigger than Marcy's clitty, but now was my chance to find out what it's really like. I opened my mouth and took Lance in. It was amazing. Unlike Marcy's clitty, Lance's cock filled most of my mouth, and as he hardened he extended all the way to the back!

Most of all, it felt wonderful! It seemed to me that cocks and mouths just belonged together -- maybe thats why they fit together so well and cocksucking was so popular! I moved my tongue around the head of his cock, just as I moved my tongue around Marcy's clitty. Lance was moaning like Marcy, and after just a few minutes he said, "Here it comes!"

I felt his cock enlarge slightly and then felt it begin to pulse as he shot squirt after squirt into my mouth. It was really strong tasting -- different than anything else, but not really bad. As Lance continued to pump his load into my mouth I started to swallow, not wanting any of his juice to leak from my mouth.

Finally Lance finished and pulled out, thanking me, and asking how it was for me.

The truth is that I loved it, though I didn't know why, but I sure didn't want to admit it.

"It was okay," I said, lying to cover, but secretly wishing I could do a lot more of it.

"You can do it any time you want," Lance said, but I remained silent, not wanting him to know how much I loved it.

That night I didn't need a jack-off fantasy -- I just recalled sucking Lance and I came quickly and strongly. I knew I had to have more -- but how to avoid letting Lance know how much I loved it?

The next day Lance asked if I wanted to do it again and I hesitated, afraid to say anything for fear I would blurt out my secret desires. He urged me on, telling me that he appreciated me a lot more for doing it, so why not make it a regular thing?

I gave in and said I'd do it once more, but he shouldn't count on it all the time. I just couldn't risk seeming too eager.

Lance responded as he did yesterday and had his cock out in an instant. I dropped to my knees, thrilled to once again suck him. His cock in my mouth was now familiar and I knew just where to focus my attention, and I did eagerly. Soon he came and I swallowed.

"You're really getting into this," he said, "I could tell you sucked a lot more enthusiastically today." He was right -- I hadn't intended to be so obvious.

"If it builds our friendship," I said, "Then it's probably a good thing." That was a pretty lame thing to say, but it was the best I could come up with to not sound like I really enjoyed it.

Every day thereafter I sucked Lance off, but I made a point of always letting him initiate it -- I didn't want to ever seem too eager.

One day Lance said, "I want you to feel free to ask any time you want to suck me."

"I'm doing it as a favor to you," I lied.

"You mean you don't enjoy it at all?" he asked.

"I like that I'm doing a nice thing for my best friend," I said, trying to sound convincing.

Then one day Lance didn't ask me to blow him. I let it go, not wanting to ask him.

That continued for three days and then Lance asked, "Would you like to suck me?"

"I'll be glad to if that's what you want," I said, like a devoted friend.

"It's really kind of one-sided," Lance continued, "I'm getting all the benefit and you're doing all the work."

"I really don't mind," I replied, "As long as it works for us."

"It just doesn't seem fair at all," he said, "I feel really guilty about taking advantage of our friendship like this."

"It's no problem," I assured him, "In fact I kind of ..." I stopped short of admitting that I liked it, but Lance seemed to understand.

"I think you like it but don't want to admit it," he said, "And dishonesty just isn't good for a friendship. No more cocksucking until you are honest with me about it."

Now I was in a bind -- I truly loved sucking Lance, but didn't want to admit it. That night, like every other night recently, I jacked-off thinking about Lance. After I came I thought about how much I missed sucking him. I'd do nearly anything to be able to continue sucking him!

Anything? I knew I needed his cock in my mouth and I'd have to be honest with Lance.

The next day I confessed to Lance that I did enjoy sucking him and that I wanted to keep doing it.

"Okay by me," he said, "You just have to ask for what you want."

That was taking it to a new level -- I'd already bared my soul, but now I'd have to ask for it? That seemed really demeaning, but I wanted it so badly!

"Ok," I said, "Can I suck your cock?"

Lance smiled as he'd just won a great victory, but soon he unzipped and gave me what I wanted, so soon I was swallowing his load.

Lance was hornier than Marcy, so I sucked him off nearly every day, while I sucked Marcy off a few times a week. I never let her know I was a cocksucker -- she just wouldn't understand, even though it was going down on her that led me to cocksucking.

I would have never thought that a girls strange medical condition would make me a cocksucker, but was sure glad to be one!

  To be continued . . .

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