I 'm Francis, a pretty normal middle school guy who gave into temptation. I've just started jacking-off and some of the girls in my class were the focus of my fantasies. Some of my friends had girlie magazines they jacked-off to, but I had to just use my imagination. Then one day I got a text message on my phone asking if I wanted to see an X rated picture. I eagerly replied that I did. In a few minutes I got a picture of a hard cock. That wasn't what I was hoping for, so I just ignored it. I intended to delete it, but had other messages to read, so I'd do that later.

That night when I jacked-off, I stroked myself to erection and then thought about the cock picture. I looked at it and in my aroused state found that I liked it. I continued to look at it as I stroked, and soon came. I put the phone down and drifted off to sleep.

It didn't occur to me that looking at a cock picture as I stroked was at all gay – it just seemed to help me get off. So the next night I looked at it again and soon became aroused. I thought about how nice it would be to see it in person rather than just looking at a picture, but for now it would have to do.

Over the next couple days I received more pictures of that cock, along with some showing guys sucking it. It never occured to me to ever take a cock in my mouth, but I was pretty young and not very wise in the ways of the world. For some reason the cocksucking pictures were a real turn-on, and soon I began to imagine myself sucking that cock, and cumming very strongly when I did!

Then I got a message asking if I liked the pictures, and if I wanted more. I quickly responded that I did. Then they asked if I'd like to meet the guy who owned the cock. Without hesitation I said that I would. Then I started getting nervous. Up to now this has been a secret obsession, but if I met the guy, then what? Just meeting the guy would reveal my forbidden interest – would that lead to something I'd really regret?

I ignored the next few texts, but they persisted, continuing to invite me to meet. I would get really horny thinking about it, and then jack-off and regret it. I realized that jacking off prevented me from following through on this, so I went a couple days without jacking off, exchanging messages. Initially I agreed to meet, but we had to find a place and time that worked for both of us. Finally I agreed to meet him at our local McDonald's right after school. All day at school I thought about it, getting more aroused each time.

After school I went to the McDonald's. I was told to look for a guy in a blue t-shirt and a Yankee's baseball cap. I looked around and saw a guy who looked to be a high school student. I approached and he spotted me, and said, "You look like you're after something special."

"Yeah," I said, "I guess you could call it that." I was glad I didn't have to actually say what I wanted – I don't think I could have.

He got up and said, "I'm going to the men's room – you wait for a minute and then come in and tap three times on the door of the handicapped stall. I'll let you in and we'll do this."

I nervously watched as he walked to the restroom. I began to have second thoughts – this might be a life-changing experience – but would it be one that was really right for me?

My arousal clouded my mind, so soon I was walking back to the restroom as well. I entered and saw nobody there. I approached the handicapped stall door and knocked three times. The door unlatched and opened. I entered and saw the guy close and latch the door, then move to a corner, next to the toilet. He unzipped and took out his cock. It was nicer than the picture, and so big! He told me to come closer and hold it in my hands.

I did so, for the first time experiencing another guy's cock! It grew as I handled it. Soon the guy said, "Try putting it in your mouth, just to see if we're a good fit."

That seemed harmless enough, so I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, taking him in. It felt surprisingly good – I never imagined that it would.

"We're a perfect fit," he said, "Let's give it a try." With that he put both hands firmly on my head and began to pump in and out of my mouth. I was helpless to resist as he raped my mouth, and then he began to squirt his hot load into my mouth. It was really strong tasting and made me feel like puking. I just wanted to get away and spit it out and rinse my mouth out, but he wouldn't let me go.

"You have to swallow before I let you go," he said. The thought of it disgusted me, but I had no choice, so I swallowed. I thought the foul taste would be completely gone, but instead there was an aftertaste that continued to remind me what I'd just done.

"I'm Vince," the guy said, "And now you are my cocksucker."

Just then I heard someone come into the men's room. Vince motioned for me to remain quiet, and we listened as the guy took a leak, washed his hands and left.

"You can get up now," said Vince, "You'll be sucking as often as needed."

"I don't think so," I said, "This whole thing was a big mistake."

"Maybe so," Vince replied, "But it's a mistake you'll just have to live with – I'll be in touch." I left the stall and got out of McDonalds as fast as I could. I got home and went to my room, realizing that my cock was hard and needed attention. I began to stroke and thought about the blowjob I just gave. While it was distressing at the time, now I got aroused just thinking about it. Soon I came more strongly than ever before.

Then it hit me – the guilt and shame not only over what I'd done with Vince, but for getting turned on by it afterward. I got my phone and deleted all the messages I previously received from Vince.

But that wasn't the end of it – Vince continued to text me, but I ignored them. Then came one I couldn't ignore – it included a pic of me sucking him. I had no idea he'd taken such a pic!

"How would you like your mom to see this?" was the accompanying text. I froze.

"Please don't do that," I pleaded.

"I won't if you cooperate," he replied. He gave me an address and told me to meet him there.

It was just a couple miles away – an easy bike ride. I arrived and Vince invited me in. He took me to the living room and told me to undress. I didn't want to, but he insisted, and I was afraid. I was naked and he unzipped, taking out his cock and telling me I knew what to do. I knew, and soon was on my knees sucking him.

"This time I want you to do the work, and make me think you love doing it," he said. I sucked, and he said I sucked like a girl, and instructed me how to move my tongue around, and keep my teeth off him. As I gradually got the hang of it he told me I was a good cocksucker, and called out, "We're ready now."

I was alarmed when I saw other guys enter the room. I tried to pull away but Vince held my head and said, "You'll finish what you started or your mom will know what a faggot you are!"

I was stuck, so I continued sucking while seven guys gathered around, watching and taking pictures with their phones. At least Vince wasn't holding my head and brutalizing my mouth. As I sucked, he talked dirty to me, calling me a good cocksucking faggot. That was really insulting, though I suppose it was true. It didn't take Vince long to cum, filling my mouth with his seed. I swallowed as I knew I had to, and once again there was that strong aftertaste.

Vince pulled out and another guy took his place before I could object, though I knew it wouldn't make any difference. It was getting easier now that I knew more about what to do, and in a few minutes he came as well. Soon another was in my mouth and Vince said, "You're doin' good – show us what a cum-dump you are." I continued to suck and soon was swallowing another load.

I continued to suck and swallow. As the second from the last guy came, my stomach was beginning to feel uneasy. While I knew it was okay to swallow a load of cum, I wasn't sure if it might be toxic in larger quantities. I had horrible thoughts of being taken into the emergency room and having to confess what I'd done! As I sucked the last guy I hoped for the best. He came, and I swallowed, and I felt like I'd have to puke, but did my very best to hold it down.

"You're a natural cum-dump," said Vince, "Some guys throw up sucking half as many. But don't worry – it will be easier the more you suck – some day you'll be able to swallow an unlimited amount of cum!"

Vince saw that I was hard, and said, "That proves more than anything else that you're a faggot – now jack-off and shoot your load in your hand."

I began to stroke, especially self-conscious as my audience was taking pictures. But I couldn't deny being really turned on – even though I was forced to suck, I began to really like it, and felt a sense of pride over my oral skills. Soon I came, and shot my load into my hand as the picture taking continued. "Now lick it all up," directed Vince.

The guilt and shame I now felt was greater than ever before, magnified by the fact that eight guys were watching and recording such depravity. I had no desire at all to lick up my cum, but knew I had to, so I licked it up and just held it in my mouth, afraid to swallow yet another load.

Vince told me to get up, get dressed, and leave – they no longer required my presence. I did so, leaving with my mouth full of my own seed. I got on my bike and rode home. About half way there the guilt subsided and I began to look back on my experience with some degree of fondness. I swallowed my cum and felt my stomach begin to revolt. When I got home I lay down to rest, not wanting to agitate an already queezy stomach.

By the time my parents got home I'd recovered. I help my mom prepare dinner, truly glad that she had no idea what kind of son I was!

I got a text from Vince telling me that all the guys I blew had my phone number, and would be calling on me when needed. He said I was expected to take good care of them.

Over the next week, all of them contacted me for blowjobs. They all lived within an easy bike ride from my home, and some of them turned out to be really nice guys. They told me that Vince was a bully, and loves to force guys my age into cocksucking, and then pass them around to his friends. What I didn't know was that he had thirty-seven other middle school guys sucking for him, and that he charged his "friends" a monthly fee for the sucking.

It seemed like there was layer upon layer of my depravity, all enabled by my hard cock. First, I was tempted by cock. Second, I voluntarily met with the guy who tempted me. Third, I was forced to suck him and swallow his cum. Fourth, I actually began to like it. Fifth, I was a cum-dump for eight guys. Sixth, I became their "on-call cocksucker". Seventh, I was doing all this while being whored out!

All this would be bad enough, except in a perverted way I am grateful to Vince for what he did.

Special thanks to my online friend Adam, for providing the inspriation for this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)