A s a small boy I found myself to be fascinated with cock, and would occasionally think about a cock in my mouth for reasons I could not imagine. It was not at all sexual, since I had no way of knowing that cocks were used for anything but peeing. I sometimes wondered why I had such thoughts, since I had no desire for anyone to pee in my mouth. Perhaps it was because it was just so taboo.

I was never sexually abused as a child, so these odd thoughts of a cock in my mouth came to me spontaneously and without any suggestion and seemed like nonsense at the time.

Later I discovered masturbation and learned that some people really did suck cock (especially queers). Sometimes when I jacked-off, the thought of sucking a cock would emerge. I would get more aroused, but when I came I felt very guilty. I was certainly no queer!

Scott was a neighbor kid my age. We used to play together in the woods near our homes. One day he asked if I jacked off, and I told him I did. He asked if I wanted to jack off together and I agreed. We both dropped our pants and stood next to each other and began stroking. "Want to stroke each other?", Scott asked. I told him I have never tried it but he encouraged me, so I took his cock in my hand while he took mine. We stroked each other and our arousal increased. I loved being handled like that, but even more I loved handling Scott's cock. It was the very first time I handled another cock and was really loving it!

Scott said he thought he was getting close, and I held his cock more firmly and stroked harder. Finally he came and shot three or four squirts on the ground at his feet, and left a little squirt of cum on my hand.

"That was great!! Thanks a lot, man – it was so much better than doing it myself", Scott said, as his hand slipped from my aroused cock. "Hey, what about me? I asked, feeling a bit cheated, though delighted at having stroked Scott off.

"Go ahead and finish yourself off while I watch", replied Scott.

Then I noticed the squirt of cum on my hand couldn't contain my curiosity about how it tasted. While Scott pulled his pants up I discretely licked it off my hand and proceeded to jack myself to completion, savoring the strange taste, excited that I had stroked Scott off and now was tasting his cum. I came strongly, and immediately felt guilty about what had just happened. I pulled up my pants and we walked out of the woods, neither having much to say. I think we both knew that we had crossed into taboo territory, and weren't too sure what to do about it.

I walked home, and felt like I had "queer" written all over my face. I was ashamed but strangely excited as well. When I got home I went into the bathroom and jacked off again, getting very aroused thinking about handling Scott's cock – wanting to suck it, but really terrified at the prospect. After I came I felt the old guilt again. I so wished I didn't have those feelings haunting me – or was it the desire for Scott's cock that haunted me?

At bedtime I laid in bed thinking about tasting Scott's cum. It was a strange taste – maybe a bad taste, but one that excited me. I thought about what it would be like to have his entire load in my mouth and found myself once again aroused. I decided to jack off into my hand and then lick up the cum, so I eagerly stroked myself and shot my load into my hand as planned. Then the guilt hit and I no longer wanted to eat my cum. Looking down at the load in my hand I felt disgust and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

I drifted off to sleep wondering how to make sense of the conflicting feelings I was having.

The next morning I saw Scott and he asked how I liked what we did yesterday. "It was ok", I said, not wanting to seem to anxious. "Ok??", he said, "it was fantastic! I've never cum so hard before, and sure want more – that ok with you?"

"I suppose", I replied, "but it seems that you got the better part of the deal, just leaving me on my own after you came." "Sorry about that", responded Scott, "How about if I stroke you off first, so you are sure to get yours."

"That sounds fair", I replied, "but I'll still stroke you off too." I knew I wanted that more than I wanted to cum, but didn't dare show too much interest.

We went into the woods to the spot where we were yesterday. Our pants were down in no time and we were both grasping each others cocks. I loved the feel of Scotts cock in my hand, and I felt my heart racing. My cock hardened as Scott stroked me and I looked forward to Scott making me cum. While it felt wonderful, somehow the feeling of cumming just wasn't there. After about five minutes Scott's had withdrew and he said, "My wrist is getting tired – I thought you would have cum by now." I looked down at my hard cock, begining to soften at the loss of stimulation. "Hey, you promised", I said, to which Scott responded, "Sorry man, I just couldn't keep going – maybe you just have to do it yourself". "Maybe", I replied, "but I still feel cheated", and started to stroke myself. "Would you still do me?", Scott asked, "you really got me excited and I'd love to have some more. You can still jack yourself off – either before or after".

I reluctantly agreed. I really loved handling his cock but didn't want to seem too anxious. I thought I better stroke him off before I cum, because I probably wouldn't be in the mood after I cum. I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke him, loving the feeling of him hardening in my hand. I stroked him until he came, this time pointing his cock up so that more cum would land on my hand. My efforts were rewarded with one of the squirts landing solidly on my hand.

As I did yesterday, I discretely licked the cum off my hand while Scott was pulling up his pants. I pretended to wipe my hand on my pants as a cover.

I found the larger volume of cum to be very exciting, and the taste wasn't as bad as yesterday – was this an acquired taste? I came strongly once again and knew that his cock was definitely turning me on. I really wanted to suck his cock, and I'm sure he would let me, but I just couldn't risk it. Scott was a blabber mouth, and if I blew him he would tell others and soon it would be all over school, and I'd never live it down. Still, I really wanted it. Maybe for now I should be content to jack him off and taste a little of his cum. It's more than I've had, and I got to handle his cock, which I definitely loved doing.

Jacking off Scott really intensified my desire to suck. I was sure Scott would let me suck him, but was it worth the risk? I knew I couldn't trust him, but how else would I ever get to suck if I didn't try it when I could?

The next day when I met Scott in the woods I decided to approach sucking without asking for it. "You ever consider sucking cock?" I asked.

"No but I'd sure like to be sucked," he said, "How about sucking me?"

"How about if we suck each other?" I offered.

"Okay, you go first," Scott said, "Since you brought it up."

"But first you have to promise not to tell anyone," I said, "This has to be just between you and me." Scott agreed and I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He immediately thrust forward, forcing his cock head to hit my tonsils, gagging me. I pulled off him and said, "This is supposed to be sucking, not choking!"

Scott apologized and I resumed. Now that he wasn't gagging me, his cock felt really nice in my mouth. It just seemed to fit perfectly, like it belonged there. For the first time in my life I was living my life-long dream. I moved my tongue around as Scott told me how good it felt.

It only took a few minutes before Scott came. It was wonderful to feel his hot seed squirting directly into my mouth. "That was great!" Scott said, "Go ahead and swallow."

I swallowed eagerly, but needed to make this look unplanned, so I said, "You sure I won't be sick from swallowing that stuff?"

"I don't really know," admitted Scott, "I just heard that swallowing is the right thing to do."

My hard cock was straining in my pants – I was ready for my turn. "Okay," I said, "Your turn."

Scott backtracked, saying that he couldn't, now that he'd cum.

I accused him of welching on a deal, but he wouldn't give in. I reminded him that he promised not to tell anyone, and he agreed.

I went home and immediately jacked-off. I came quickly and immediately was overwhelmed with guilt. What have I done? Up until now it was just a jack-off fantasy, but now I sucked a cock and swallowed a mouthful of cum! Worse yet, I sucked a guy I knew I couldn't trust to keep a secret. If my parents ever found out about this they'd throw me out of the house! It dawned on me that with that one foolish act I may have changed the direction of my entire life.

Foolish or not, I was glad I did it. Until then I only imagined what it would be like, but now I know, and I love it! I'll have to hope for the best – I'll tell Scott it would be bad for him if he knew he got sucked by a guy – that might keep him quiet.

The next morning Scott told me that he really liked sucking him, and asked if I would do it again. I said I would after he sucked me. After school we met in the woods and Scott said he just couldn't bring himself to suck me, but would be grateful if I sucked him. I said I wasn't sure.

"But I could tell that you really liked doing it," Scott said, "So why not do it again?"

Was I that obvious? I never intended to be. If he knows how much I love it, I might just as well suck him, so I agreed, but tried to make it sound reluctantly. I told him if he ever told anyone that I would never do it again. I didn't realize that in doing so, I was essentially promising to suck him off other times as well.

I dropped to my knees and Scott put his cock in my mouth. As long as he knew I loved it there was no need to pretend that I didn't, so I moved my tongue around a lot and sucked him eagerly. When he came I swallowed without hesitation, and didn't even ask him to suck me.

From that day on, I sucked Scott every day after school, and several times during the weekends. This went on for about a month without any hint of him betraying my secret. Then one day when I arrived at our meeting place in the woods, Billy, another guy from my street was with him. I guessed that there would be no blowjob today, but then Scott said, "Billy wants to find out how good your blowjobs are."

"You bastard!" I said, "You promised."

"Take it easy," Scott said, "Billy is the only one I told and that’s because I knew he'd want to try it."

"Too fuckin' bad!" I said, and turned to leave.

Then Billy said, "I'll keep your secret – as long as you suck me." I sure didn't need him spreading the word around, so I reluctantly returned and dropped to my knees. Billy's cock was a little smaller than Scott's, but nearly reached my tonsils when he pushed in all the way. He was really horny and came almost immediately. I swallowed his load and he pulled out. Scott was waiting with his cock out, so I sucked him as well. I sure didn't like him telling Billy, but I wanted badly to suck him as much as possible, so I finished him off and admonished him not to tell anyone else.

For the next two days Billy showed up along with Scott, and I eagerly blew both of them. On the next day Bill brought Mike, his younger brother. I objected but Billy assured me of Mike's discretion. I wasn't sure I believed him, but if Mike knew I sucked, I might as well do him as well. Mike went first. His cock was very small – he wasn't yet through puberty and was not able to cum, but sure loved my sucking him. After a few minutes he pulled out and asked if I would continue to suck him each day until he was able to cum. It seemed pretty harmless, so I agreed.

Then I blew Billy and Scott, and got all three to promise not to tell anyone else. I got home and jacked-off, thrilled to be giving so many blowjobs, but a little uneasy about three guys knowing about it. For the next couple of weeks everything went smoothly. I was sucking all three guys regularly and there was no hint that others knew.

Then one day my next door neighbor, Ken stopped me. He was with his buddy, Bryce. They were both high school seniors and much bigger and older than me. "I'd like to try one of your blowjobs," Ken said.

"What are you talking about?" I said, playing dumb.

"Don't pretend to be innocent," he said, "I know you've been giving blowjobs every day, and I want some too."

"Nothin' doing!" I insisted, hoping to kill the rumor then and there.

The Bryce said, "We know you suck, and if you won't suck us, we'll take it personally, and you wouldn't want to piss us off, now would you?"

Ken and Bryce already had reputations as bullies, so their threat was credible. I went to Ken's garage and sucked him and Bryce, and begged them not to tell anyone else.

Each morning all the kids on the street gathered at the school bus stop at the end of the street. I was on a vacant wooded lot. One morning one of the other boys, Tony, approached me and said, "I know you're a cocksucker – if you don't want me to tell anyone, come into the woods with me and suck me off."

There were more than a dozen other kids there, and I sure didn't want them all to know, so I reluctantly followed Tony into the woods and sucked him off. A couple kids asked me what I was doing in the wood and I just said, "Nothing."

On the school bus ride home, Tony told me to sit in a seat all the way at the back of the bus, and told me to suck him there. It seemed safe, with everyone facing the front of the bus, so I began to suck him. It didn't take him long to cum. I swallowed and looked up, only to find people now watching from the seat next to us, and two guys looking back from the seat in front of us. I sure didn't like the way things were going!

When we reached the bus stop, four other guys forced me into the woods for blowjobs. I knew if I resisted and made a fuss about it there would be trouble, so I just went along with it. I blew all four of them, swallowing all their loads. As I did, I realized that I wasn't entirely sure how many guys I'd blown, but it seemed like around a dozen, and growing every day.

So far there hadn't been any trouble – just more guys every day wanting blowjobs, which I kind of liked. After a while word got around my school and some of the guys began picking on me, calling me a sissy or faggot or queer. If that was all, I could endure it, but in Phys. Ed. class some of the guys in the locker room said they wanted blowjobs after class. That scared me because it would be a lot more public than in the woods. I felt I'd have to go along with it, but feared how it would work out.

After class we showered and one of the guys put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor. I sucked him while eight other guys watched. When I finished, a second guy approached, and I sucked him as well. That was all for then, but on subsequent days more guys insisted on blowjobs. Every day I had Phys. Ed. I ended up blowing two or three guys until one day the coach passed by the shower and caught us. He told me to stay behind and come see him in his office.

After I dried off and got dressed, I went to see the coach.

"Were you being forced to do that?" he asked.

"Well yes," I said, "But it's okay." I replied.

"We have a strong anti-bullying program here," he said, "If you want to submit a complaint, I can help you with it."

"I don't want to make any trouble," I said.

"I can tell the boys I'll give them detentions if I catch them at it again," he offered.

"I would prefer that you not catch them," I said. It was as close as I dared go in admitting that I liked sucking them.

"As long at it doesn't get violent," he said, "I won't need to be watching very closely."

The next time I was in the showers the guys were a little timid, so I dropped to my knees and offered blowjobs. After that it was back to normal, except the coach began wrapping up class five or ten minutes longer, giving us extra shower time. At first I thought it was just coincidence, but when I saw that it was a regular occurrence I went to see the coach and said, "Thank you for allowing us extra time at the end of class." He just nodded.

"If I can be of help to you," I said, "Just let me know."

"If you are offering what I think you are," he said, "I could lose my job for that."

"I don't want any trouble for you, sir," I responded.

"Here is my address," he said, handing me a note, "Come on over sometime when you're in the mood."

This was another first for me – until now it was guys telling me they wanted blowjobs – now it would be up to me to ask for it by showing up for that purpose. In a few short months my life had completely changed. I was a guy who jacked-off thinking about sucking cock, to a guy who gladly sucks anyone who asks for it. Now I was going to become a guy who asks for it myself!

My greatest fear had been that everyone would know about my sucking, but all the kids at school seemed to know and it wasn't a problem. I had been especially worried about my parents finding out, but so far word hadn't gotten back to them. It seemed like it would only be a matter of time, but I hoped it would be a long time.

It wasn't. Soon my sister confronted me and said, "You've become really popular lately."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know exactly what I mean," she said, "So don't play dumb."

"So what's it to you?" I asked.

"I want you to do my boyfriend Lee," she said. Lee was a college guy she had been dating for over a year. He didn't live on my street and had know way of knowing the reputation I had earned.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"Well, if you don't, I could just tell Mom and Dad," she replied, "I'll bet they'd have a lot to say to you about it!" She was right – I was sure I'd be in for the beating of my life and then be thrown out of the house!

"You gotta promise me that you'll keep my secret," I pleaded, "I'll do Lee, or anyone else, but please don't tell Mom and Dad."

My sister agreed and said she wanted to watch. I'd never had a girl watching before – I knew it would be humiliating for my own sister to watch me give a blowjob, but I had no choice. The next day she had Lee waiting for me when I got home from school. She led us to her room and told me to do it. I dropped to my knees as Lee unzipped. He was bigger than most of the guys I'd been sucking, but fit into my mouth easily. As I sucked, Lee told my sister to undress, which she did. I couldn't see much, looking out of the corner of my eyes, but soon she was completely naked and Lee was soon face-fucking me. It felt more like an oral rape than a blowjob. It was a little violent, mercilessly forcing into my mouth, making me gag, but other than that it was actually easy – all I had to do was keep my tongue moving back and forth. Soon he came, flooding my mouth with his load. My cock was straining at my pants, fully aroused from getting mouth raped with my naked sister watching. Lee pulled out and I swallowed.

"You swallowed all that goop!" she exclaimed, "That's so gross!"

Maybe it was for her, but I loved every strong tasting drop. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, where I quickly jacked-off. After that my sister told me that she wanted me to suck Lee when she was having her period, so he wouldn't be chasing other girls, but I was only allowed to suck him while she was with us.

Lee had other ideas. He contacted me privately and said he wanted it more often, but my sister wasn't to know. He belonged to a college fraternity and invited me out to the house, where other guys were also interested in blowjobs. I ended up doing six of them on my first visit, and soon I would do a dozen or more each visit. I think Lee liked my mouth better than my sister's pussy.

One day Lee made a fatal mistake with my sister and asked her to suck him because he liked that the best. In the heat of an argument he bragged that I'd been sucking him several times a week (of course, without her there). That was the end of their relationship, but I continued to suck Lee and his fraternity brothers.

My sister confronted me and was really pissed! Nothing I could say helped, and she said I'd have to deal with Dad when he found out. I felt like life as I knew it was over.

I listened quietly in my room as my sister went to my parents and said she broke up with Lee when she found out that I was sucking him off. Dad asked if Lee had forced me but she said I did it voluntarily and was sucking all the guys in the neighborhood. Mom began to cry and Dad just said he would deal with it. I heard his footsteps as he approached, with every step closer to my demise.

He came into my room and said, "Is it true that you're the neighborhood cocksucker?"

I was crying and wimpered "Yes."

"So how long have you liked boys?" he asked.

"I don't like boys," I replied, "I like girls, but also like cocks."

"That sounds pretty queer to me," he said, "What do you think we should do about it?"

"I don't know," I said, "What choice do I have?"

"Maybe none," Dad replied, "But maybe this is a good thing."

"How is this a good thing?" I asked.

"Until now you've been living in fear of my finding out," he said, "How widely is it known at school?"

"I think nearly everybody knows," I said.

"Then nobody can hold anything over you now," Dad said, "So nobody can threaten to expose you."

"You say you like girls?" he asked. I nodded.

"Then go ahead and ask girls out on dates," he suggested, "It will take a lot of courage to ask them, and many will turn you down, but some will admire you being so open minded."

"Now tell me, what's been going on with your sister?" he demanded, "And tell me the whole story."

I told him about her making me suck Lee and how Lee got to like my mouth more than my sister. Dad laughed and said it served her right, and that he would ground her for a month for her part in this.

Dad got up, but before he left, he asked, "Are you any good at cocksucking?" I said that guys seemed to like my work, and he unzipped and offered me his cock, which I sucked without hesitation.

Dad's cock was huge – the first adult cock I'd sucked. He didn't cum as fast as the younger guys I usually sucked, but when he did, it was a huge load. He pulled out and I swallowed.

"You're pretty darned good at that," he said, "I'll need more of that from time to time. Meanwhile I suggest you take girls out on dates and bring them around here so your mother sees. I'll tell her I'm helping you get back to the life of a normal boy."

I agreed and he left my room. I was amazed at how this went. My sister was pissed about being grounded, and I told her it served her right for being a tattle-tale.

At school, I began asking girls out on dates. The first few just laughed at me and said they thought I preferred boys. That shut me right down, but after awhile I decided to try again.

My response when they said they thought I liked boys was that I liked girls, but I helped out some boys who needed it. That caught them by surprise, but usually led to rejection, although some girls accepted. I made a point of bringing them by the house so Mom would see that I was dating girls, and Dad would give me money to pay for the dates. They both wanted my life to be as normal as possible, although Dad knew I was still a cocksucker.

After a few months I had a steady girlfriend who thought I was really open minded, and said she didn't mind if I sucked guys off, as long as she was the target of my affection. That was no problem because I enjoyed kissing and making out with girls – I'd never kiss a guy, no matter how many times I sucked them off. Sometimes girls I dated asked me about my cocksucking, and I was completely honest with them. One girl, Marsha asked, "Do you think I could watch while you suck?"

"I suppose," I replied, "It would depend if the guy was okay with it."

"How about if I provide the guy?" she asked.

"What do you have in mind?" I responded.

"My brother Jeff has a birthday coming up and I was thinking I could give him one of your blowjobs as a gift," she replied, "He's been trying to get his girlfriend to do it but she won't, and I don't blame her."

"I'd be glad to help," I said, "But are you sure he'll be okay with you watching?"

"It will be a condition of the gift," she said.

I had never imagined having a girlfriend who supported my cocksucking – I wasn't sure how I would feel about doing it in front of her, but I'd sure give it a try!

Jeff already knew me because I'd been to Marsha's house, but he had no idea I sucked cock. I told Marsha that I didn't mind him knowing as long as he was okay with it, but if he wanted no part of being sucked by a guy, I'd rather not have him know I was the sucker. Marsha said she would handle it.

On Jeff's birthday, Marsha approached him and said, "Little brother, I have a very special birthday gift for you."

"I can't wait," Jeff responded, "What is it?"

"A blowjob!" exclaimed Marsha.

"You've got to be the best sister in the world!" Jeff replied, "I never expected to get it from you!"

"It's not," she assured him, "I'm your sister and that wouldn't be right – I know a guy who is willing to suck you, if you aren't too proud for that."

"Hell, a mouth is a mouth," affirmed Jeff, "I'll gladly take whatever I can get – when do I get it?"

"Let me contact him and see if he's available," she said.

Marsha texted me and I told her to bring Jeff to a nearby park. I waited at a picnic table at the park and soon they arrived. Jeff was surprised to see me, and said, "I never imagined you would do anything like this." I just smiled and nodded. Marsha suggested that we take a nearby path into the woods, and the three of us were soon a few hundred feet into the woods at a clearing.

"Is here okay?" I asked, getting ready to drop to my knees.

Jeff was visibly nervous and said, "I guess, but Marsha shouldn't be here."

"Sorry, that's part of the deal," Marsha confirmed. Jeff unzipped and took out his cock, which was soft, and not very big, compared to the many I'd been sucking. He stroked it a few times but couldn't get very hard.

Marsha took hold of his cock and fondled him, and soon he was semi-hard. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, eagerly running my tongue around his cock head, feeling him grow a bit. I continued to suck for ten minutes, but he wasn't responding. Marsha looked concerned – she wanted this birthday gift to be very special.

She spiced things up by unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her bra above her breasts, exposing them. "Feel me," she said and Jeff quickly complied. These were a lot of firsts for Jeff, and soon he was rock hard, and shooting his load into my mouth. I held him there until he pulled out, then I swallowed. Marsha stepped back and put herself in order as Jeff just stood there with his softening cock hanging out.

"Wow!" he said, "That was amazing – you are the best sister in the world!" He thanked me for my part and promised to keep this between us.

Marsha stayed with me while Jeff walked back home. "Are you safe to kiss?" she asked me.

"I swallowed, but I can't be sure all the taste is gone. I don't have any breath mints with me.

Marsha didn't either, so she pulled herself to me and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth, as if searching for any remaining cum.

"I can taste something kind of strange," she said, "But I don't know how to describe it – do you like the taste?"

"It's unlike anything else I know – there simply isn't anything to compare it to," I explained.

"Girls I know tell me it tastes terrible, so I've never been inclined to try it," she said, "But maybe you can share some with me sometime."

If you want you can suck me off," I offered, but she quickly declined saying one cocksucker between us was enough.

The next day after school I went to Marsha's and Jeff was there as well. He asked if I would suck him again, and I said I'd have to check with Marsha. She quickly agreed and invited us to her room. She said she wanted to watch, but Jeff had to keep his hands to himself. He looked disappointed but wanted to be sucked just the same.

Jeff unzipped and I dropped to my knees. This time he had no difficulty getting hard, so I began to suck him while Marsha sat watching in a nearby chair, with a hand under her skirt.

Soon Jeff rewarded my efforts with his hot load. I held it in my mouth after he pulled out. He zipped up, thanked me and left the room. Marsha rushed to me and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed passionately with an open-mouth kiss as her tongue probed my mouth. I shared Jeff's load with her and she disengaged, swallowed and said, "Wow, that is really strong stuff – you really like the taste?"

"It's something of an acquired taste," I explained, "I saw that you were fingering yourself while I sucked. Did you cum?"

"I sure did – twice," she responded, and now have something for you!" She reached under her skirt for a moment and then brought her hand to my mouth and pressed a wet finger deep into my mouth.

"How do you like the way I taste?" she asked.

"It's kind of different," I replied, "Maybe it's an acquired taste as well – one I definitely want to acquire!"

"You will," she confirmed, "But right from the source next time – I want you going down on both Jeff and myself."

Marsha closed the door to her room, giving us privacy. She sat on the bed lifted the her skirt and spread her legs.

"Time for you to learn your way around my private parts," she said, and I brought my mouth to her already wet pussy. She directed the movement of my tongue, teaching me the important parts of her anatomy. I made her cum two more times, but soon my tongue was tired and I withdrew. My face was soaked in her juices, so I went to the bathroom and washed my face.

Soon the three of us settled into a really kinky routine that we did nearly every day after school. We would go to Marsha's room, undress, and I would suck off Jeff while Marsha watched and fingered herself to a climax or two. After Jeff came Marsha and I would kiss and I'd share his load with her (I later learned that this was called "snowballing"). Then I would go down on Marsha until she came several more times.

After two more of these sessions, Marsha realized that it was a bit unfair because I didn't get to cum, so she accomodated me by jacking me off, making sure that when I came, I always shot my load on her, usually on her beasts. I would lick her clean before going down on her.

All this time I continued to suck all the guys in my neighborhood. My relationship with Marsha expanded to romance, and soon she was my girlfriend. That was a very unusual progression – usually a couple got romantically involved before sex, but for us it was the opposite. I think it was actually better this way, because our sexual needs were already satisfied, and we could focus on caring, which led to love.

Now that several years have passed since high school, and Marsha and I are married. We have Jeff over nearly every week for our usual group session. I no longer live in the old neighborhood, so I only see some of the guys I used to blow occasionally, but always suck them if there is an opportunity.

Marsha and I enjoy going out to singles bars, where she seduces a total stranger, and brings him to meet me, where she offers my mouth to him. Most of the time they are so horny by then that they accept. Sometimes we bring the guy home and sometimes I just blow him in the parking lot, but thanks to Marsha I have a steady supply of men to blow. I truly am blessed to have such a wonderful wife!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)