M y name is Brad, a high school Junior with a small cock. That might sound like I'm proud of it, but I certainly am not. Frankly, I'm ashamed of it, but it has led my life in a direction I never expected.

I like girls and had been dating them for a few years, although I never got very far until Marsha. I usually got to kissing, and on some occasions got to feel breasts, but usually no farther. The truth is that I didn't try very hard, embarrassed by my small cock.

In the showers after physical education class, I had to cover myself up so I wouldn't be seen by the other guys, who were all much bigger than I was. My cock was a puny boy cock that never grew much through puberty. It was bad enough as my own private shame, but I knew I'd be absolutely humiliated if a girl commented on it, so I wasn't eager to expose myself in a date.

Marsha was different, and routinely made the first move. She unbuttoned her blouse, inviting me to slip my hand in. It was the first time I touched a bare breast, and we both loved it. After feeling her for a few minutes she actually thanked me! Other girls acted like it was an honor to feel them, but Marsha made me really feel welcomed.

I was excited at the prospect of going further, but apprehensive as well. Marsha invited me to her house after school, where we would be alone for a few hours before her parents got home from work. Marsha welcomed me undressing her, and soon she stood before me completely naked. I held her in my arms and we kissed passionately.

"Now it's your turn," she said, beginning to unbutton my shirt.

"I really want to do this," I responded, "But I'm pretty nervous about it."

"Is this your first time?" she asked.

"Yes," I confessed, not really wanting to admit my inexperience.

"No problem," Marsha said, "I'll be glad to take the lead for a bit, and you can take charge as soon as you're ready."

I swam a lot, and my body was pretty nicely toned, which Marsha complimented as my shirt and pants came off. But she paused as she pulled down my shorts. I knew she had seen other cocks, no doubt all bigger than mine.

"I can see that you are still nervous – let me help you with that," she said, taking hold of my little cock, squeezing and stroking me. That got me turned on, and soon I was fully hard, but still very small.

Marsha was nice about it, but I could tell she wasn't impressed with my endowment.

"Ready to give it a try?" she asked, "You won't need a condom – I'm on the pill"

That told me she was quite experienced – I was certainly not the first – I just hoped I could perform. Marsha got on her bed in doggie position, inviting my entry. I pressed into her, and then heard the most embarrassing thing in my whole life.

"Are you in yet?" Marsha asked. I was in, but she couldn't even feel me, and now I was quickly going soft. This could be fatal for our valued relationship.

So I said, "How about if I go down on you?"

"I've never had that before," she said, "Let's go for it."

It was new to me as well, which I confessed to Marsha, who promised to guide me. She lay on the bed on her back with her legs spread. I climbed on the bed and brought my mouth to her pussy and began kissing and licking. Marsha directed me, guiding me to her clitty, which I licked eagerly. She got wet very quickly and soon climaxed.

I felt proud of my work and began to draw back, but Marsha asked me to continue. I did and brought her to climax two more times. I was surprised to learn that some girls could cum more than once, and I was pleased to pleasure her. Marsha thanked me and told me to take her place on the bed. I did, and she went down on me, gladly accepting my load when I came.

Soon Marsha and I were deeply in love – something I knew I didn't deserve because of my meager endowment, but our relationship continued to develop. Marsha seemed to be fine with me going down on her, and I strived to do my best for her. One day when we entered her bedroom I saw a large black dildo on her night stand and asked her about it.

"I'm sorry you saw that," she said, putting it in a drawer, "I didn't want it to embarrass you."

"It's not that," I said, "But it's clear you want something to fill you like I cannot."

"I never meant it to reflect badly upon you," she replied, "You are the best boyfriend I could ever have."

"But I don't satisfy you sexually," I countered.

"Of course you do!" Marsha insisted, "Most guys don't go down on their girls, and you do it really well!"

"But please answer me honestly," I requested, "You do crave a big cock in you, don't you?"

"Yes, but I love you!" she answered.

"Could you still love me if another guy made love to you?" I asked.

"I don't understand," she said, "Do you want to break up with me – please don't."

"Marsha, I love you and want to keep you," I assured her, "But I'd be okay with sharing you with a man who could fill you up."

"Do you know what you're saying?" Marsha asked in disbelief.

"Yes, my love, I've thought about it a lot," I explained, "I want you to be sexually fulfilled and would be willing to share you with another guy in bed, so long as you were my girlfriend out of bed."

"I just don't know how it would work," Marsha said, "I'll have to think about it."

"Okay," I replied, "I'm flexible about how we do it – I just want you to be happy."

Nothing more was said about it for a few days, and I continued to pleasure her orally. After a few days, Marsha said she would like to proceed, but wanted to work out the details together. It was a long discussion, and won't bore you with it here. We finally agreed that I would approach a Tom, a black guy I know, and invite him to be with Marsha.

Tom was in my physical education class, so I approached him in the shower. "Tom," I began, "You are very manly."

Tom smiled, and kindly said nothing about my puny member. "Are you interested?" he asked.

"Not for me," I assured him, "But for my girlfriend – I can't satisfy her like she deserves."

"You sure about that?" Tom replied, "I don't want to steal her away from you."

"That won't be a problem," I said, "We've discussed it – you wouldn't be her boyfriend – you would just take care of her in bed."

"I'm willing to give it a try," Tom said, "When?"

"I'll get back to you on that," I said. After school I informed Marsha and we talked about exactly how we should do it. Marsha insisted that I not be excluded – she wanted me in the room at the time, and she wanted me to participate in some way. She asked if I would be willing to help get Tom hard, but I insisted that I was straight, and we finally settled on my going down on Marsha to get her wet, after which Tom would enter her. We agreed that I would invite Tom to meet with us after school tomorrow.

Tom arrived at Marsha's the next day. We went to her bedroom and all undressed. I felt extremely self-conscious with my small cock compared to Tom's enormous manhood. But Marsha tried to make me feel at-ease as she got onto the bed and invited me to go down on her. As I did, Tom knelt on the bed and Marsha stroked his huge cock. It started out big while soft, but once he was hard, I saw first-hand what "hung like a horse" really looked like. Marsha came once and had my face thoroughly wet, so I knew she was ready for Tom. I got off the bed and knelt next to it, watching as Tom mounted Marsha. I stroked my little cock, which Marsha had told me in advance was okay. I thought if I came while Tom and Marsha were fucking that I'd enjoy it more. At the moment I felt kind of humiliated by what was happening, but still, was glad Marsha was enjoying it. Marsha squealed as she came and soon Tom came as well. He fucked her bareback, since Marsha was on the pill. Marsha was thrilled and thanked Tom as he got dressed and departed.

Marsha remained on the bed and asked me to resume licking her pussy. I was glad to do so, and then realized that Tom had cum in her, and dripped some on the outside of her pussy. I paused and Marsha asked what was wrong.

"Tom's cum is all over here," I said.

"Can't you just wipe it off?" she asked, "I'm so turned on and ready to cum again."

Wiping it off wouldn't do any good, and I couldn't leave the girl I love in need, so I licked her, tasting Tom's cum as I did. It was really strong tasting – certainly nothing I would ever choose to taste, but I was doing this for Marsha. Tom got her really going – her pussy was soaked from her own juices as well as Tom's cum. I tried to ignore the cum and focus on doing a good job for Marsha. She came two more times. I got up and washed my face, then returned to the bedroom.

"You must really love me!" she said, "I'm the luckiest girl in the world!"

I smiled and said, "I'm trying to do my best for you."

"Oh you did!" she said, "It especially turned me on that you were eating creampie for me."

That was a new term to me, but she explained it. Since it has a name, I guess I'm not the first to do it. I suppose that made it seem a little better. If it turned her on so much, I resigned myself to eating creampie from now on!

Marsha thanked me for setting things up with Tom, and hoped we could do it more. I told her I would check with Tom and, if needed, pursuade him to continue.

The next day I talked with Tom and he seemed to be playing hard to get. "I really need you to do more of this for Marsha," I said.

"Well, how important is it to you personally?" Tom asked, "What are you willing to do to make it happen?"

"I don't understand," I replied, "Isn't Marsha enough?"

"Perhaps," he replied, "But I think you can make it even more special."

"How?" I asked.

"You can suck my cock!" he declared.

"But I'm straight!" I protested.

"Of course you are," Tom said, "You'll be doing this for Marsha – you do want me to keep doing her, don't you?"

"Yes," I agreed, "But sucking your cock ..."

"Is a small price to pay for the girl you love," Tom said, "Nobody else will ever know."

After eating his cum off Marsha, sucking his cock seemed like no big deal, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in a specific boys room at 9:30, to which I reluctantly agreed.

I was in geometry class as 9:30 approached, and I asked to go to the boys room. I got a hall pass and proceeded to the room Tom specified. Most boys' rooms have the urinals right as you enter, with stalls further down, but this one was reversed. I walked past the stalls to see Tom waiting for me at the urinals. He smiled, unzipped and took out his cock. "I don't know about this," I said.

"You can do this," Tom said, "And you may even like it – a lot of white boys do."

That sounded like crap to me, but I dropped to my knees and let Tom push his cock into my mouth.

"Now keep your teeth off me and move your tongue around," he said. Tom's cock felt fairly good in my mouth, and I followed his directions as well as I could, and suddenly he was squirting into my mouth. It tasted pretty much the same as what I licked from Marsha, except it was warm – I liked it better that way.

"Nice job for your first time!" he said, "Now just swallow and it will be all gone."

I swallowed, and experienced a strange aftertaste. After returning to class the aftertaste continued to remind me of what I'd just done. Throughout the rest of the school day I struggled with mixed feelings. I realized that I'd done something very wrong – no straight guy would do what I just did. I sucked cock and swallowed! If Marsha knew she might never want to kiss me again!

Despite all this, a part of me actually liked doing it, and wanted to do it again. Now that I'd blown Tom, he of course knew I was a cocksucker and may want me to do him again. I was nervous about that and hoped he wouldn't, yet also wanted him to. Without a doubt I was confused!

After school Tom and I proceeded to Marsha's where we quickly undressed. Tom knelt next to Marsha on the bed as I started to lick her. Marsha stroked Tom's cock, but he didn't respond as he had the last time. I didn't notice, since my face was buried in Marsha's pussy, but I heard her say, "What's wrong? Don't I turn you on?"

"You sure do," Tom assured her, and made up some excuse about being tired. I realized that he might not be able to get hard because I sucked him off just a few hours earlier.

Then Tom surprised us both when he said, "Brad, you're pretty good with your mouth – you suppose you could get me hard?"

I pretended not to notice, having just made Marsha cum, and warming her up for another climax.

"Brad, be a dear," Marsha said between moans, "Help Tom out so he can do me."

I couldn't believe what she was saying, but it gave me a perfect cover for sucking Tom again, so I got off the bed and knelt on the floor. Tom stood before me and wiped his cock across my face, wetting it with Marsha's juice.

"Now I'll taste like Marsha," he said, "So you should like it." I opened my mouth, taking him in. He was huge even when soft, and I eagerly moved my tongue around, feeling him enlarge. I wanted to make him cum, but knew I shouldn't, so I just worked to arouse him.

Tom pulled out and mounted Marsha and made her squeal with excitement. As much as I loved Marsha, I wished Tom would cum in my mouth again. Soon Tom finished, pumping his load into Marsha, dribbling some of his load on her pussy lips as he pulled out. Without being asked, I climbed on the bed and licked the cum off Marsha, continuing to go down on her until she came two more times.

She told me to stop because she had enough. I got up washed my face, then brought a wet washcloth to wipe off Marsha.

"Brad, you have to be the very best boyfriend in the world!" she said, "You clearly love me a lot to suck Tom like that – now I'll give you what you deserve!"

She began to suck me, not at all minding my cock being so small. I came quickly and Marsha eagerly swallowed. My climax was especially strong, given that I'd sucked Tom again and could still taste his cum from Marsha.

"That was wonderful!" I said, "I want the very best for you, but didn't think that would include sucking Tom, does that make me gay?"

"Why does that even matter?," Marsha replied, "You're my boyfriend, and it's just between us – nobody else has to ever know. How did you like his cock in your mouth?"

"I suppose it was alright," I said, "But I only did it for you." I lied, of course.

"I have a confession to make," she said.

"Oh?" I responded.

"I really got excited watching you suck Tom," she admitted, "Would you be willing to do it again?"

"I suppose," I agreed, definitely liking where this was going.

"Would you be willing to suck him all the way?" she asked.

"You mean cumming in my mouth?" I responded, "But then he couldn't take care of you."

"You've already been getting his cum," Marsha pointed out, "I think I could cum just watching you suck him."

"I'll do it," I agreed, "But only because I love you so much." Marsha smiled and kissed me.

I decided that I would continue to pretend I didn't like sucking Tom for a while, and then pretend to warm up to it over time.

I got plenty of practice. Every day after school I licked Marsha for a while, and then sucked Tom to erection. Afterwards he entered Marsha and made her squeal. This repeated every day, and then one day Tom surprised me and dismounted from Marsha before he came and stuck his cock in my mouth, unloading there. I loved it but did my best to act surprised. After he came I saw that Marsha had been fingering herself until she came as well.

After Tom pulled out of my mouth I said, "What was that all about?"

"Marsha told me to do it," Tom said defensively.

"And I'm glad I did!" Marsha agreed, "I just had the best climax ever!"

After Tom left Marsha sucked me off as usual, and then we talked.

"That was really kinky!" I said, "You seem to really like to watch me suck cock."

"Yes," confessed Marsha, "It just turns me on so much – I love how you are such a good sport about it. How do you feel about it?"

I wasn't quite ready to tell the truth that I loved it, so I lied, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be, but I still feel a little odd about doing it."

"You're doing it for me," Marsha insisted, "But if you begin to like it, that's alright with me as well." That was encouraging – I decided that in a few weeks I would tell her I'd started to like it.

Next week Marsha was starting her period and told me that we would have to make other arrangements.

"How so?" I asked, not sure what to expect.

"I won't expect you to go down on me – that would be gross," she said, "But I can still finger myself off, though I'll have to use lube, because my natural lube won't be available.

"What will you Tom and I to do?" I asked.

"I want to try a variation on what we've been doing," she explained, "I want you to jack-off while sucking Tom – would you do that for me?"

That sounded wonderful to me, but I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I said, "You sure have gotten kinky, but if that's what you want, I'll do my best for you."

Marsha thanked me and kissed me.

The next day at school Marsha revealed, "My period started today and I'm feeling uncomfortable. I really just want to lay down when I get home, so please don't come over." This didn't surprise me – most girls wanted nothing to do with boys during their period.

"I'll be better in a couple of days and want to continue as we discussed," she continued, "Meanwhile, would you please suck Tom to keep him interested?"

"I thought I was sucking him to turn you on," I said, not wanting to seem eager.

"I know that's what we discussed, but I'd feel terrible if he lost interest – he really gives me a great ride, and I don't want him finding some other girl. Please, won't you do it for me?"

"Alright, for you," I responded, trying to make it seem like a big sacrifice.

"Go ahead and jack-off while you suck him," she added, "I want it to be good for you as well."

When I saw Tom I told him what we had discussed and he said we could go to his house after school. I was glad to be sucking Tom with Marsha's blessing. I was really enjoying the best of both worlds. While I was definitely a cocksucker, I was also straight, which is how I wanted to keep it.

When I arrived at Tom's after school I was greeted by Mark, his younger brother. He surprised me by telling me that Tom said he could watch. I wasn't thrilled with that development but decided not to make a fuss about it. He took me to Tom's room. Tom greeted me and told me to undress, as he and Mark did the same. Soon I was on my knees with Tom in my mouth as Mark drew near as well. "Suck us both," said Tom, "Each for a few minutes."

I didn't like the idea of Tom telling me to blow Mark, but I went along with it, and soon found that I liked it. I spent a couple of minutes sucking each before switching. As I sucked, I stroked the other. Mark came first, pumping his hot load into my mouth. He stepped back and I continued sucking Tom. Then I began to stroke, being more aroused than ever before. I came quickly, before Tom was able to, and shot my load on the tile floor. I no longer felt the desire to suck, but knew I had to continue, but as I did I felt a little more clear-headed about it.

Before I was in a fog of arousal, but now my mind was clear and I knew realized full well that I'd just blown two guys and jacked off while doing it. That was something I sure didn't want my mother to ever know about.

After Tom came, I got dressed and left, feeling a little uneasy about what had just happened. There was nothing at all straight about what I'd done, and I never wanted anyone else to know about it! I intended to talk with Tom about leaving Mark out of our interactions in the future.

The next day I blew Tom in the boys room instead of going to his home, since I wanted to avoid Mark. I found myself thinking about sucking Mark, and it troubled me – he was a lot younger – still in middle school. I wasn't sure I could trust him to keep his mouth shut – I didn't want him bragging to his friends.

During one of my afternoon classes I got a text message from Mark with a video attached. While I was blowing Tom and jacking off he was recording me the whole time. The message that accompanied it was, "I'm sure you will want to cooperate with me so you family doesn't have to see this." My heart sank – I felt like my world was falling apart.

I decided to talk with Tom about it – perhaps he could help settle things. I told Tom that I'd suck him any time he wanted, a would be willing to suck Mike occassionally, but didn't want it to go any further – definitely none of his friends!

Tom told me he would see what he could do. The next day Tom told me that he confiscated Mike's phone and deleted the video, so Mark didn't have anything to hold over me, but it would be good if I sucked him when at Tom's house. I thanked him and agreed.

A few days into her period Marsha asked us both to come over after school. We joined Marsha after school, and as planned, I sucked off Tom as I jacked-off. Marsha came multiple times by fingering herself off but said she would be glad when I could go down on her again – just a few days away.

We repeated this until Marsha finished her period, then resumed our previous routine. I would go down on Marsha to get her ready, then suck Tom to erection, watching him make love to Marsha. Afterward I'd enjoy some nice creampie.

Of course, we adjusted during her period, and from time to time I'd suck Tom in the boy's room or at his home. When I sucked him at his home I always sucked Mark as well, but Tom held his cell phone so there would be no unauthorized recordings.

We continued until high school graduation. Then Tom left to join the Army and I had to search for another guy. Marsha said she preferred a well-hung black guy, and I agreed, so I posted online, describing our arrangement, which I know knew to be cuckolding. I got several replies and met with each of them, sucking them off to evaluate their suitability.

I chose one, and he worked out well for a while, but then lost interest. Meanwhile, the love between Marsha and I continued to grow and I asked her to marry me. She agreed, providing I would still be her cuckold. It worked out really well for me, so I readily agreed.

Now that we are married, we regularly have black guys come over for play time. We never found one guy as dependable as Tom, so we have a small group that is available for Marsha. We hoped to resume with Tom when he got out of the Army, but he ended up re-enlisting, but whenever he was back in town on leave we would have him join in our fun.

Many guys would consider my being a cuckold as really degrading, but it's really worked out well. I have a wonderful sexy and loving wife and enjoy sucking cock with Marsha's encouragement. For a guy with a little cock, it's a pretty good deal!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)