I 'm Brian, a new student in a high school with a lot of racial diversity. This was something completely new to me, and I was nervous about it. On one hand, I knew that people were just people, but there were differing sub-cultures in the various ethnic groups, and I definitely felt like an outsider.

For the first week or so I kept a low profile, then one day Marci, a pretty black girl greeted me. "So how do you like it here?" she asked, giving me a lovely smile.

"It's okay," I replied, "But I don't feel like I really fit in."

"That's because you're new here," she replied, "Give it some time – why don't you come over to my place after school today and we'll get acquainted?"

I couldn't believe my ears! I liked girls but felt so awkward around them – I never knew what to say. Marci was a really hot babe, and she was asking me – a very ordinary white boy – to her place. I quickly agreed, and then we both had to hurry off to our next class. Throughout the rest of the day I couldn't get her out of my mind. I'd dated a few girls but never got very far – generally kissing and some tit fondling. I found I liked girls asses more than their tits but they thought it was weird when I put my hands on their buns through their leggings.

At the end of the school day Marci met me at the main entrance and we walked to her house. She was wearing tight leggings that showed off her ass wonderfully. Even though she had impressive breasts, I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. As we walked, her hand brushed against mine and soon we were holding hands. That may be pretty tame, but it made me feel like she liked me. That was a great sign, because I sure liked her. I'd never been with a black girl before and certainly no one at all as open as Marci!

As we walked, Marci commented, "I couldn't help seeing you notice my ass – see something you like?"

I blushed red and she continued, "I love the way white boys show their feelings – go ahead and touch if you like."

I timidly put a hand on her buns and glided my hand over the smooth surface of her leggings, before giving one of her cheeks a playful squeeze.

"I'm glad you like that," she said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass – will you do that for me?"

"Sure!" I quickly agreed, amazed at how lucky I was. I was still a virgin, and never thought I'd lose my virginity this way!

I resumed holding hands as we continued our walk. When we got to Marci's house she said, "Nobody will be home for about an hour, so we better get right to it." We entered and Marci locked the door behind us.

"Now show me your cock," she said, but I hestitated, then realized how foolish I must seem, so I unzipped and took out my soft cock. Marci took it in her hand and soon had me fully erect.

"I like your cock, Brian," she said, "It will be just perfect."

"It's not as big as some black cocks," I said.

"But they are much too big to fuck my ass," she replied, "Yours is perfect for me. You don't mind my ass instead of my pussy, do you?"

"Of course not," I assured her – I'd gladly take whatever I could get.

Marci led me to her bedroom and we undressed. She handed me a tube of lube, which I rubbed on my cock and her hole. I gently pressed into her an it was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had. She told me to go slow, and began to finger herself as I pumped in and out of her lovely ass! After a few minutes she said, "Oh God! I'm cumming!"

I felt her hole tighten around me, which was enough to push me over the edge, making me shoot my virgin load into her. I'd never cum like that before, and I can tell you that I was IN LOVE!"

"That was great!" I said.

"It sure was," Marci agreed, "Can you do that every day for me?" I couldn't believe my good fortune and quickly agreed.

"That was so much better than when Tyrone did me," she said, "Your cock is perfect for me."

"Who is Tyrone?" I asked.

"He's just my boyfriend," she said, "He suggested that I try a white cock and I'm sure glad I did."

"I sure don't want to cause any trouble," I said. Marci assured me it would be okay. I cleaned up and went home, thrilled at how my life was unfolding.

That night I thought about Marci and was going to jack-off, but decided against it. I would be so much hotter to cum in her ass, so I held off.

The next day at school I was confronted by Tyrone, who was really pissed about my being with Marci.

"But she said you were alright with it," I protested.

"When she said I was too big for her ass I told her she would need a white cock, but never thought she's really do it!" he said, "I should cut your balls off!"

Until then I was feeling awkward, but now I began to feel absolute terror! Tyrone was a lot bigger than me and was really intimidating. "Please," I pleaded, "I didn't know – how can I make it up to you?" I don't know why I said that, but at the moment I had to come up with something to get out of this mess.

"Maybe we can work something out," he replied, and I breathed a sigh of relief, "Let me talk with Marci."

At lunch time Marci met me and asked me to join her and Tyrone for lunch. We got our lunches and joined Tyrone.

"Marci and I got this figured out, and we got a way for you to keep your balls and still fuck her – she'll tell you how."

Marci took over, saying, "You can fuck my ass, but not my pussy – that's only for Tyrone."

"That sounds fine," I said, greatly relieved – it could have been a lot worse!

"And one other thing," she said, "You have to suck Tyrone's cock."

"No way!" I responded, "I'm no faggot!"

"Hey!, you want to keep your balls, don't you?" demanded Tyrone. I instinctively put my hand over my crotch and blushed beet red.

"Please Brian," begged Marci, "It's not so bad – and lots of white boys suck black cock and love it. You won't be able to fuck me with no balls."

I was in a real bind. I sure didn't want to suck Tyrone, but if I didn't I'd regret it forever. On the other hand, to be able to fuck Marci with his blessing – maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Ok, so how do we do this?" I asked.

"Come to my house after school and we can do all of it," Marci said. I agreed, hoping I wouldn't regret it.

After school I walked to Marci's house on my own – Tyrone picked Marci up in his car and would be there with her ahead of me. Upon arrival not much was said – what do you say in situations like this? We went to Marci's bedroom and all undressed. Marci stroked Tyrone to erection and he was huge! No wonder she couldn't take him in her ass.

Marci took hold of my cock and stroked me, saying, "I know this is difficult for you – this may help you get through it." She guided me to where I was to kneel and suck Tyrone. She knelt next to me and continued to squeeze my cock.

Tyrone approached and brought the tip of his massive cock to my lips. "Don't chicken out now," urged Marci, and I opened my mouth, admitting Tyrone's cock.

It was terribly humiliating – I never would have thought I could do such a thing – I was terrified that others might learn of this secret perversion. I was self-absorbed in pity when Tyrone said, "That's a good cocksucker, now move your tongue around like you mean it."

Cocksucker – his words added to my humiliation, but I responded by moving my tongue around the head of his cock. It actually wasn't all that bad – in fact it kind of felt good in my mouth. The more I moved my tongue around the easier it seemed. Marci continued to handle my cock and somehow, I was starting to like this.

"Marci won't let me nut in her mouth," said Tyrone, "But you're gonna swallow every drop!"

I stiffened at that – the very thought of it disgusted me, yet it was too late for me to back out – the only way this would end would be when he cums in my mouth. I shuddered at the thought of it, but wished it would happen so this could be done with.

Marci noticed my reaction and whispered in my ear, "When he cums, just swallow as fast as you can and it will be over." She stroked me more vigorously, and I felt my climax approaching. The thought of cumming with a cock in my mouth just added to my humiliation!

Tyrone put both hands on my head, holding me in place as he gave me squirt after squirt of his hot load. It tasked absolutely horrid, so I swallowed as fast as I could, and more replaced it. Without warning I suddenly came as well, and it was the strongest climax I had ever had. Then the wonderful feeling gave way to a wave of guilt and shame washing over me, reminding me of the depraved act I just committed.

Tyrone interrupted my reflection with, "You're a pretty good cocksucker – I'll be enjoying your mouth often!"

I felt so ashamed I couldn't even respond, but just knelt there with Tyrone's cock in my mouth. "Look up here," he said and I looked up, for the first time making eye contact with his spent cock in my mouth. I was horrified to see him snap a picture with his cell phone before pulling out of my mouth.

This was just one indignity after another – he called me a cocksucker, came in my mouth and made me swallow, and now took a picture I don't want anyone to ever see! He stepped back, got dressed and departed, without even thanking me!

"I'm so proud of you," Marci said, kissing my cheek, "You did all that for me – you can fuck my ass any time!"

It's nice to be admired by your girl, but this did little to make me feel less ashamed. Since I'd already cum I couldn't fuck her now anyway. I got dressed and she walked me to the door.

"You'll understand if I don't kiss you on the lips," she said, "It was so good of you to let him cum in your mouth – I just couldn't handle that." While I'm sure she meant to encourage me, it felt more like a put-down. I let him cum in my mouth when she would never do such a thing. I didn't blame her for not wanting to kiss me. My mouth had been defiled.

I walked home, feeling like the word "cocksucker" was written across my face. I just couldn't make eye contact with anybody. I was so quiet at dinner that my mother asked if I was ok. I lied and told her I thought I felt a cold coming on and was going to bed early.

After dinner I lay in bed and thought about Marci. Her lovely soft, round ass was quite a prize, and I'd paid dearly for it – now I was going to enjoy it as much as I could. I got hard thinking about her and decided to jack-off. I'd sleep better that way. As I stroked I thought about her beautiful ass – how nice it was to spread her cheeks and see her tender pucker – to gently push inside and ride her to climax. I always took it slow so I wouldn't cum to fast – giving her time to finger herself off before I unloaded in her. As I imagined myself in her, suddenly the image of Tyrone in my mouth appeared. I tried to push it out of my head but you just can't "un-think" something – the more you try to, the more it stays with you. Worse yet, it turned me on. That was the last thing I wanted, but I had no choice – it just happened! As I imagined him cumming in my mouth I shot my load – strongly once again before being overcome with shame. I drifted off to sleep feeling like a pervert.

The next morning I got up and showered. I was going to jack-off in the shower but feared that I'd fantasize about sucking Tyrone. When I saw Marci at school she smiled at me and took my hand. I told her I really needed to be with her, and she said she would take care of all my needs after school. Throughout that day I daydreamed about Marci and avoided thoughts of Tyrone.

The day couldn't finish fast enough. Marci and I walked, hand-in-hand to he home, where soon I slipped into her warm, wet ass. As we rode, I took it slowly as usual, giving her time to climax. Then to my horror all I could think about was sucking Tyrone. As much as I tried to focus on Marci's tight ass, gripping my cock so nicely, Tyrone just wouldn't go away. The thought of sucking him aroused me even more, and I involuntarily began to pump faster, and soon had my best climax ever. Somehow the combination of Marci's tight ass and Tyrone's cock really turned me on.

Marci would signal me after she came, and she hadn't, so I held her by the hips and remained inside her while she fingered herself to completion. I apologized for cumming so soon, telling her that after yesterday I needed her so badly (I sure couldn't tell her that thinking about sucking Tyrone was so hot for me).

I kissed her, got dressed and departed for home. It was great to be with her and I sure had a wonderful time, but was troubled by the way sucking Tyrone seemed to strangely excite me. I sure didn't like sucking him, but for reasons I cannot understand it seems to be a memory was starting to welcome. I could not deny now being a cocksucker, but an unwilling one – I definitely didn't want to be a willing cocksucker!

It seemed that my subconscious (and my cock) had a mind of it's own. At bedtime I replayed in my mind my time with Marci, but soon found myself thinking about sucking Tyrone. My cock was fully hard now and I decided to just go with it and embraced the memory of sucking Tyrone. As I stroked, I anticipated his cumming, and just as I imagined him cumming, I shot my load. It felt great but almost immediately I felt ashamed. I may have been aroused thinking about sucking, but previously tried to push it out of my mind, but now I had welcomed it. Was I really becoming a faggot? I drifted off to sleep but had a nightmare about sucking Tyrone and a bunch of his friends right in school with all my classmates watching.

I awoke with a start, glad that it was only a bad dream. But I was rock hard! It was more than just "morning wood" – I needed to cum badly! I jumped in the shower, soaped up my hard cock and stroked off. I shot my load all over the shower wall and had to wash it off. As I did, I felt the usual shame, but this time it was a little different. In my mind I knew that cocksucking was wrong, but it was something I wanted. Yes, I was becoming a faggot, and actually liking it.

When I arrived at school I saw Tyrone, who said, "I need you to suck me again. Meet me in the boys room next to room 207 at 10am, okay?" I quickly agreed and then rushed off to my first class. I couldn't focus on my classwork because I was daydreaming about sucking Tyrone. I hadn't really agreed to continue sucking him, but knew it was expected, and now it was something I wanted as well.

I was in my Current Events class at 10am, and a few minutes before that I asked to go to the boys room and got a hall pass and started off. Tyrone was waiting for me. Most of the boys rooms had urinals right when you entered, and stalls after that. This one had the stalls first, so you couldn't even see the urinals. Tyrone took me back to the urinals, so we wouldn't be visible from the entrance. If anyone came in, we would hear them and be able to stand up at the urinals before they saw us. He unzipped and I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth eagerly this time. Tyrone noticed the difference and commented that I must be starting to enjoy it. I had no idea how he could notice that, but just focused on moving my tongue around his cock.

I wanted him to cum, even though I knew it would taste bad. I planned to swallow quickly like before to get rid of the nasty taste. I found it strange that I wanted him to cum when I didn't like the taste, but I was too busy to ponder the sense of it all. Soon Tyrone began to cum and I was surprised that it actually tasted much better than last time. It was still very strong and unique tasting but I kind of liked it!

Because I liked the taste better this time I didn't swallow immediately, but held it in my mouth. Tyrone pulled out and this time he thanked me and left, with me still on my knees and a mouthful of cum. I got up and returned to my classroom and sat in class with Tyrone's load in my mouth. I held it in my mouth for about ten minutes before swallowing. I really needed to cum, and ten minutes into my next class I got a bathroom pass and went into a stall and jacked-off.

After cumming it's difficult to describe exactly how I felt. It wasn't exactly shame, but it was a realization that I'd willingly done what no straight guy would do! I guess I really was a faggot, but I still wanted to see Marci.

Throughout my afternoon classes I thought about Marci and her hot ass, though I had occassional thoughts of sucking Tyrone. Upon arriving at Marci's she greeted me with a kiss and said, "Tyrone tells me that you sucked him today and you seem to be really getting into it."

"Yes," I confirmed, "I did suck him, but not so sure about being into it."

"Brian, you can tell me," she replied, "Lot's of white boys like black cock, so why shouldn't you?"

"I just don't like being a faggot," I replied.

"That's such a nasty word," she said, "Besides, you like me, don't you?"

"Yes, a whole lot!" I affirmed.

"Then you are probably Bi," she said.

"Bi?" I inquired.

"Bi-sexual," she explained, "It means you like boys and girls."

"But I don't really like boys," I protested, "Just their cocks – at least Tyrone's."

"So you are somewhat Bi-sexual, but mainly straight," she said. I liked the sound of that and quickly agreed.

We had our usual great time, with me finishing in her tight ass.

The next day Tyrone asked me to see him in the restroom at 10am, which I did. This time I immediately welcomed him into my mouth, and closed my eyes, blissfully enjoying the feel of him in my mouth. In a few minutes I heard the door open. Before I could back off Tyrone put both hands on my head and said, "It's okay – just keep going."

Feeling I was on the verge of being caught I was rightfully nervous. It was a black guy I didn't know, who said to Tyrone, "Is this your cocksucker – the one you told me about?"

Tyrone confirmed that I was and that he could go next. I should have been insulted at the very idea that he would offer my mouth to other guys, but I recalled my dream and how aroused I was when I woke up. I may not have asked for it, but I knew I wanted it.

Once Tyrone came, he pulled out and the other guy, whose name was Jake, entered my mouth. His cock felt different, so I ran my tongue all over it in order to get to know it. I was beginning to learn that cocks were as individual as faces and that I might be able to recognize a guy just by the way their cocks felt in my mouth.

Jake came and thanked Tyrone for the blowjob. That made me really feel low – he didn't thank me, he thanked Tyrone, as if he were my master. Then it hit me – he was. He had a picture of me with his cock in my mouth, and could easily show it to anyone he wanted if I didn't cooperate. I realized that I was Tyrone's personal sex slave.

Jake and Tyrone departed, leaving me kneeling there. I got up an went back to class. A few minutes later I got a text message from Tyrone saying, "I hope you appreciate my finding another cock for you – let me know when you are ready for more." That was humiliating – he was treating me like a cumslut. I didn't respond, but thought more about the dream I had last night. Sucking mulitple guys was a big turn-on, so maybe I really was a cum-slut after all. For the next few days I sucked Tyrone every day at school and fucked Marci's ass after school. Each day Tyrone reminded me to let him know when I was ready for more.

Each day I thought more about sucking multiple guys but wasn't quite ready to act on it. Finally I just texted Tyrone, "I'm ready." and nothing more.

He texted back with, "How many?"

I didn't know what number would be right so I just responded, "You decide".

The next day Tyrone met me before classes started and handed me a note that said, "See Coach Johnson at lunchtime." I knew who he was but had never met him. I knew his office was next to the gym and locker rooms.

I suspected that it had something to do with my cocksucking, but could not see the connection. At lunchtime I went to the coach's office. He was a really muscular black guy and had a black student with him. I stopped at his door and he waved me in.

I showed him the note and he said, "You must be Brian – Tyrone speaks highly of your talent. Meet Ed." Ed was the other student and he smiled and ran his hand over his crotch. When he took it away I could see a bulge. I knew right then that Tyrone had not kept my secret. I had no words for this situation, so I remained silent.

"Why don't you show me what you can do?" the coach continued, as Ed stood up, unzipped and took out his cock. I was scared, yet exited. I felt like running away, but instead dropped to my knees and took Ed's cock into my mouth and began exploring it with my tongue. He was thick and really filled my mouth, but he came quickly, filling my mouth with his hot cum. It tasted a little different than Tyrone's or Jake's, but had some similarities. I swallowed and turned to Coach Johnson, and was stunned to find that he was shooting a video of me with his cell phone.

Before I could protest he said, "Nice work Brian – I'll share this with some of our basketball team and get you some more – stop by and see me after school and I'll let you know how it goes."

I left, wondering how many at the school would learn of my shameful secret. In spite of this I really needed to cum, and slipped into a nearby boys room to jack-off.

I looked for Marci afterward, who told me that she wouldn't see me after school today, since she knew I'd be busy. Had Tyrone told her? I really didn't want her to know I was sucking every black cock presented to me! I just played it cool and told her I was eager to see her but would wait until tomorrow.

After school I went to see Coach Johnson again. He said told me to come with him to the gym, where the basketball team would be practicing. I nervously went to the gym and took a seat in the bleachers. I was all alone, but not for long.

Soon guys came out and began shooting baskets. One guy saw me and came over and said, "Hey, you're the guy in the vid Coach showed us – he told us there would be a special treat for us if we practiced well!"

Then I heard the sound of a whistle and the coach called the team together, telling me to join them. He introduced me and told the team to play their best, turning them loose to do some of their usual practice routines. Then he took me aside and told me to that he would tell me when practice was wrapping up and I should go to the locker room then and wait for the team. He said there were fifteen guys on the team – all black, but only eight were there today, but he'd make sure I had access to the entire team.

He left me to go work with the team and I returned to the bleachers, in something of a fog. Clearly my secret was no secret any more and I'd be sucking a bunch of guys while everyone watched. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. I watched as the all-black team practiced. When the coach told me, I went to the locker room, as nervous as I could be.

Soon I heard the team coming in. The first approached me and slipped his shorts off, standing there in just his jock strap. I dropped to my knees before him and he pressed his sweaty jock strap to my face. I could smell his manly scent and was immediately hard, but glad nobody noticed that. He slipped his cock out of the jock strap and I sucked him as all the others watched. He came quickly and soon there was another taking his place. They were all really horny and came quickly. I must have sucked them all off in less than fifteen minutes. They went off the the showers and Coach thanked me for my service and said I could go.

I had mixed feelings about what just happened. I was aroused and knew I'd have to jack-off as soon as I got home, but also a bit worried. Who else would find out? I'd soon have quite a reputation! Beyond that, my stomach felt very uneasy – I'd swallowed a lot of cum – was I going to be sick?

By the time I got home I knew I'd swallowed too much cum and didn't know if should go see a doctor – if I did, what could I tell him? Certainly not the truth! I sent a text to Tyrone, telling him about it and asking his advice. He told me it was normal the first time a sucker went overboard – I just hit my "limit". I should just rest and it will take care of itself. He told me to keep practicing with multiple guys and my limit would get higher. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad this could be kept private.

My stomach distress eased during dinner – I suppose swallowing so much cum on an empty stomach may have made it worse. After dinner I reflected on my development as a cocksucker. I was nervous about so many people knowing, but kind of proud of the progress I'd made. I texted Tyrone and thanked him for helping me to suck others.

The next day when I saw Marci, she surprised me with, "So how did you like sucking off the entire basketball team?" I blushed, I certainly wasn't proud for my girlfriend to know.

"It was only half the team – the rest were out," I replied.

"Probably just as well," she said, "You wouldn't be able to keep all those loads down, but eventually you will."

I suppose I should have been ashamed, but realized that it was a blessing that Marci was supportive. I wondered how soon my limit would be high enough to take the entire team – I sure didn't want to puke in the middle of sucking them all!

All the black guys I'd sucked were much bigger than I was, and they were high school students. I wondered what it would be like to suck an adult. I'd seen pictures online, but that's not the same as having one in your mouth. At lunch time I decide to see Coach Johnson

I stopped by Coach Johnson's office after school and found him alone. He looked up and greeted me.

"Coach," I began, "I appreciate what you've done for me, and I like to do something nice for you."

He smiled and responded, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, what I've done for the team," I answered, "But I'm open to other things as well."

"We can start with that," Coach Johnson said, "And maybe move on from there. Can you come to my home at 7pm tonight?"

I agreed and he gave me a note with his address.

I hurried to Marci's home, finding comfort in her nice warm ass. It no longer bothered me that I thought about cocksucking while I fucked her. I'd finally come to terms with being a faggot, and resigned myself to sucking black cocks for the rest of my life.

After dinner I went to Coach Johnson's house, where he greeted me, and directed me to undress and stand before him naked. He ran his hands all over me, squeezing my ass cheeks, then putting a finger into my mouth, which I sucked as if it were a cock. He pulled that finger out and pressed it up my ass, while he stroked my cock to erection.

"I'll bet you'd like a big black cock in your ass, wouldn't you?" he asked.

"I've never done that," I admitted, "I'm not sure I could handle it."

"Don't worry," he said, "I'll start you on a training program to open you up so you can take it."

That made me nervous – maybe it wasn't such a good idea to offer myself to the coach, but it was too late now.

He pulled his finger out and told me to wait there as he left the room. He returned with what he called a butt plug and some lube. He put some lube on his fingers and slipped two at the same time into me. Once inside me, he spread his fingers, opening me up more that I'd ever experienced. I cried out because it hurt a little and he assured me that he would train me to take any size cock without pain. He pulled his fingers out and pressed the butt plug into me. It hurt a little as the widest part stretched me, but then it slipped into place.

Once in, it felt kind of nice. I dropped to my knees and took the coaches cock into my mouth. It was amazingly huge. I wasn't sure I would ever be able to take him into my ass. His cock head alone filled my mouth and I did my very best to massage it with my tongue.

He told me I was a really good cocksucker, and he would share me with his friends. I realized that offering myself to the coach marked yet another major change in my life. The coach began to shoot a huge load into my mouth, so I had to swallow continuously just to keep up.

"Damn you're good!" he said, "Can you come Friday night and do my friends?" He had a group of guys over for poker each Friday and wanted me to service them all. I agreed and he told me to keep the butt plug in until tomorrow night, when I should come back and be fitted with a larger one.

Over the next two weeks I ended up sucking the entire basketball team, along with Coach Johnson and his friends, as well as Tyrone and a few of his friends. My capacity to swallow loads increased, as did my skill as a cocksucker.

My ass had dilated so that I could easily take a 2" diameter dildo in preparation for the coach fucking me.

I stopped jacking off, saving myself for Marci's ass, which I fucked nearly every day. She had given me a taste for brown sugar, which led to me sucking any black cock presented to me.

While many guys would consider me depraved, I was truly grateful for the many loads of cum I swallowed every week – it gave me plenty to think about as I pumped into Marci's ass!

  To be continued . . .

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