Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2016 19:03:45 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: the summer of my senior year-[G-11]-Part-1-of-1

The Summer of My Senior Year
Part-1-of-1

My first blowjob was in the summer after my senior in High School while I
was on a sleep out with my best friend Carl. We were camping out in the
woods near his house. At eighteen, Carl wasn't tall, only about five-foot
eight, nor was he big-shouldered, but he was well proportioned. He had
strong shoulders and arms, green eyes, light brown curly hair, and a wide,
firm mouth. And I in contrast am five-foot five, small framed, with
blackish hair, and not much body hair though.

Carl got his uncle to get us a six-pack of Coors. After drinking it, we
were buzzed and he suggested we compare our cocks. His was about four
inches long soft, and with two massive balls pushing it up and out. All
around the base of his cut cock grew a ticket clump of black curly pubic
hair. Mine on the other hand, was a little nubbin of a thing...so small that
it caused him to smile.

He came over to me and gently forced my head down into his lap. Suddenly I
was face to face with his purple head. I frozen, wondering how I got to
this point, when my gaze fell on the slit in the tip of his head. I got all
tingly and wanted to see if it was real. I tentatively reached out and
wrapped my fingers around his hard, throbbing cock. It was definitely real.
It was warm and soft to touch, yet hard in my grip. It was the first time I
ever touched a cock that wasn't mine. I sat there, staring at the cock in
my hand, not really thinking of anything but seeing what it looked like. In
a slight daze I began gently caressing it, rubbing the shaft and moving
down to caress his balls. I can tell Carl enjoyed my touch because he
arched his back, pushing himself against me. I could feel his erection
growing in my hand.

Submissively I kneel down and plant a kiss on the tip of his hard throbbing
cock and then run my tongue all over the head. I slowly move down his shaft
and gently kiss his balls, licking them, running my face over them, and
then sucking one at a time every so softly. I could hear him moan, as he
runs his fingers through my hair and as I sucked him into my mouth.

I could taste the saltiness of it, and then I took the head out of my mouth
and run my tongue under it, circling, licking and then sucking him back
into my mouth. Instinctively, I started bobbing my head, rhythmically move
my mouth up and down his shaft. I could feel his excitement grow as I
gently suck him and my hand caressed his balls. I sucked faster and faster
until with a powerful moan I felt him tense up and then he was cumming. The
taste wasn't exactly what I expected. I thought maybe it would have a sweet
taste I guess. Still, the salty flavor of his cum burned on my tongue as I
swallowed it down. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth for a couple of
squirts and then he pulled out and squirted all over my face and in my
hair.

The first shot hit me just below the right eye, but I couldn't pull back
because Carl was holding my head. The second shot followed pretty quickly
after that and got me right on the nose. It began draining off the end of
my nose and caused it to itch like hell, but things were moving too quickly
for me to react to it.

The third shot splashed against my cheek, and a fourth shot hit me square
in the right eye. Laughing, Carl then took his cock and rubbed his cum into
my face. It was a little humiliating, but I guess that it didn't gross me
out too badly. He let go of my hair, so I stood up and began started trying
to wipe the cum out of my eyes with my fingers. "Those were some good
shots," Carl bragged, "I hope you enjoyed that." Then for the rest of the
night it was like I was Carl's possession, his slave. It was so
humiliating. He made me stay naked and wouldn't let me wash the cum off.
Like all testosterone driven teenagers, he was quick on the recovery so I
had to suck him off two more times before morning.

I've often wondered why had I sucked Carl's cock, but the answer was
simple, I'm a submissive cocksucker. I was afraid to say no, because I
liked to please and wanted to be accepted. When Carl pushed my face into
his lap, I didn't resist. Instead I was compliant and obedient, in a word,
submissive. Whatever the reason, from that point on I became Carl's
personal secretive cocksucker. He threatened to tell everyone that I was a
cocksucker, so I had to do everything that that he wanted. Whether I liked
it or not, I was Carl's slut, his bitch...his cocksucker Although I tried to
not to face the truth, I have a dependent personality and my sense of
self-worth is depended upon other people, people who are only too happy to
use me for his own sexual pleasures, as Carl had and would continue to do,
if I allowed it, which, of course, was a foregone conclusion. Sometimes he
would call my house out of the blue and tell me to come over his house and
blow him. And of course I did. Carl cruelly used and abused me to fulfill
his every whim.

Shortly after school started, Carl met Melinda, the girl that he eventually
married. Once they were going steady she would let him get to second base
and even on rare occasions, get his hand under her skirt. But, she was
adamant about being a virgin bride so a quick feel is as close as he ever
got.  That's where I came in. On the way home from their traditional
Saturday night date, Carl would swing by on the way home so I could suck
his cock for him.

One summer, Melinda's cousin spent a couple of weeks with her. Melinda
couldn't go out with Carl without taking her cousin. So not to make her
feel like a 5-th wheel, I was drafter as her date. She was kind of shy but
sweet, so I didn't mind. We went to the drive in and in typical teenage
fashion, instead of watching the movie; we had a hot make out session.
Things got so hot that later into the movie when the girls went to the
restroom, Carl made me jump up in the front seat and give him a quick
blowjob. Melinda had been playing with him, so his cock was already out and
hard. She had him so worked up that as soon as I closed my lips around it;
he went off like a volcano. When his cock erupted, the first blast hit the
back of my throat and slid down my throat like a salty raw oyster. Knowing
what was expected and wanting to please, I swallowed his entire load and
sucked hard on his semi-erect cock drawing every last drop from his spent
tool.

I almost got caught. Carl was so caught up in emptying his balls down my
throat that he forgot to keep his eye out for the girls. Fortunately, it
was dark enough that they didn't see me rising back up as they came
giggling up to the car.

I couldn't help chuckling to myself when I heard Melinda cooing in sympathy
when she discovered that Carl's little solider had shrunk. Giggling, she
promised to bring him back to life. I guess she succeeded because after we
dropped the girls off he made me lean over and suck his cock again while we
were stopped at a red light. While we were stopped a carload of guys from
the other high school stopped beside us. It was dark enough that they
couldn't tell I was a boy, so thinking that Carl was getting lucky on a
date they cheered and whistled for him.

I must have sucked Carl off every way and everywhere possible. Besides the
drive-in and on the road, I sucked him off at the lake, in convinces store
bathrooms, the back row of a darkened movie theaters. On Saturday nights he
still swung by after a date with Melinda for his blowjob. This went on well
into our 20s until Carl eventually went off to college.

I have since been a secretive cocksucker throughout my life and I'm
fifty-one now. It still excites me knowing that society frowns on it, yet I
continue to do it. I love sucking off `strangers.'  Once I turned
twenty-one and discovered adult bookstore, I went cock crazy. I practically
lived in the adult bookstore in the next town. The one I frequented was
unique in that it had a movie theater as well as the individual viewing
booths and glory holes. The open theater was for the bolder types and the
viewing booths were for more private anonymous encounters. When I started
going I was naïve and shy so op-ed for the privacy of the viewing booths.
The first time I went there I couldn't believe how dark and sleazy the
booths were or how bad they reeked of testosterone, sweat, and even a
little fear. I suppose the taboo aspect had something to do with it, but
being down on my knees in a dark booth sucking a stranger's cock through a
`glory-hole' and swallowing his load was exciting, so exciting that one
visit was all it took, I was hooked. After that, I was there every Saturday
and Sunday, morning, noon, and night. Surprisingly, Sunday morning during
church was a good time to suck cock. I was amazing how many guys snuck by
to get their cock sucked while their wife and kids were in church. I was so
cock crazy that I sucked every cock, that I could get my mouth.

A few months later a guy in the next booth ran out of tokens right in the
middle of getting his cock sucked. Instead of going and getting more
tokens, he gave me a half price coupon and told me that if I'd meet him in
the movie theater in the back of the store that he'd let me finish him off.
I'd never been there before and was curious about the place. Since things
were a little slow that night, when I ran out of tokens I decided to take
him up on his offer.

Even though I was a frequent visitor to the viewing booths, I'd never been
in the movie theater which was located in the back of the store. I was
still extremely naïve back in those days and it embarrassed me to be seen
buying tokens so I'd always tried to check buy them when there was no one
else at the counter but the clerk. The entrance to the viewing booth area
was only a couple of steps from the counter so it was easy to buy the
tokens and in 2-steps fade behind the curtain and no one notice. The movie
theater on the other hand was located in the rear of the store. After
buying a ticket you had to run the gauntlet in plain sight of all the
customers to get to the back and enter. You can't imagine how embarrassed I
was to buy a ticket and entering the theater. As I moved down the darkened
aisle trying to find a seat, I felt like everyone in the theater was
looking at me and knew that I was a 'queer' and that I was there to suck
cocks. When I sat down, I looked behind me and saw a guy playing with his
exposed cock. When he caught me looking at him I was so embarrassed that I
scrunched down in my seat so no one could see me.

In a few minutes I felt someone sit down beside me. Without turning my head
I glanced over and saw it was the guy from the viewing booth that I'd been
blowing. As I sat there staring at the screen, he reached over, un-zipped
my pants, took my cock out, and started stroking it. Instead of me sucking
him off, he jacked me off. This was really strange for me because up to
this point I'd always been the active one and no guy had ever touched me.
After he made me cum, I looked around and discovered we had an audience.
Several guys had moved over and were watching him jack me off. With a beet
red face, I leaped up and fled the theater. On the way home I vowed that I
never go back in there, that I'd stick with the viewing booths where no one
could see me.

My vow didn't last long. After I thought about the situation, I realized
that sure everybody in the place knew that I was a queer and that I was
there to suck cock. But I also realized that there was nothing to be
ashamed of, because that was why they were there too.  They were there
either to suck a cock themselves or to get their cock sucked. Either way,
they were no more anxious than I was for it to be known that they
frequented the place. What happens in the theater stays in the theater
which was a good thing because the preacher's cock wasn't the only one that
I sucked over the years. My son's principal for instance. I suppose it was
because he had more to lose, but he stuck to the viewing booths.

The first time I saw him there I probably wouldn't have even noticed him if
he hadn't been so furtive in the parking lot. I held back and watched him
go in.  When he bought tokens and vanished behind the curtain into the
booth area, I quickly bought tokens and followed. I slipped through the
curtain just in time to see him go into a booth. I rushed down the aisle
and grabbed the empty booth next to him.

When I got in the booth there was no doubt what the principal wanted,
because by the time I got in and locked the door his cock was already
sticking through the 'hole.' Always accommodating, I didn't waste anytime
getting down on my knees. To my surprise, even semi-erect his cock was
huge.  And, after I sucked on it for a couple of minutes, it was also very,
very hard. I couldn't believe the size of his cock. As it grew, it got so
fat that I had to really stretch my jaws to get it in my mouth. But, damn,
it tasted so good that it was worth the trouble. I had mixed emotion, as I
knelt there slurping and sucking his gigantic dick. On one hand I wanted to
prolong my sucking as long as possible, and on the other, I couldn't wait
to taste his cum.  The decision was soon taken out of my hands. With a
moan, he let go and his balls erupted like a volcano. His scalding hot cum
came spewing into my mouth, and cascaded over my tongue and down my throat.
It felt like he dumped a cup full of hot cum down my throat.

As I continued sucking to get that last drop, I realized that his cock was
still hard. And I could tell by the way that he wiggled his hips that he
didn't mind if I kept sucking. It wasn't long until I was rewarded with
another mouth full of delicious hot cum.  Surprisingly enough, his second
load of hot cum was as big as the first.

I couldn't believe it. The principal's cock was still hard. For a guy his
age to keep an erection and get off twice was very remarkable. And for his
second load of cum to be as big as the first load was even more
extraordinary. To still have an erection after two orgasms was phenomenal.
I was amazed as I continued to suck his incredible cock. In about the same
time frame as the other two, my son's principle again filled my mouth to
overflow with his third load of hot gooey cum.

God, this guy must be superman. I'd just made him cum three times and his
huge dick was still rock hard. As I sucked him off for the fourth time, I
vowed that no matter how many times it took, I was going to continue to
suck him until his balls were completely drained and his dick was limp. And
I was prepared to suck all nigh if need be.

Suddenly loud a loud voice and banging on the door frightened me. I thought
that it was a raid and that the cops were trying to bust into my booth so
that they could catch me sucking a cock. I guess the old guy was equally as
scared, because as I was jumping to my feet, he was zipping his fly.

Turned out that instead of the cops, it was only the janitor wanting us to
move to other booths so that he could clean the ones that we were in. As I
stepped out into the hallway I looked to see if the principal was indeed
moving to another booth. If he was, I was going to follow him so that I
could finish sucking him off. But alas, it wasn't to be. The last I saw of
the old guy was his back, as he sped up the aisle toward the exit door.
Gone and never to be seen again, even thought I looked for him every time I
went back there. Actually I always suspected his absence was due to a new
sissy looking assistant principal that he hired.  Not that there was
anything going on between them, but they always seemed to be having late
business meetings.


* * * *

A few years ago at a party one night, I heard one of my new neighbors
telling one of her friends, "Not all men need oral sex. We've been married
for 16 years and James and I never have oral. Our marriage is strong; he'll
never leave me we have a great family unit. Besides," she giggled, "I'm
very good looking, tall, slender with long legs, blonde with blue eyes.
He'll never leave me."

At the beginning of the summer I'd met her husband, James. He was a super
masculine, deep voiced, big, strong, sloppy, deep voiced, carpenter kind of
a guy, not a metro bone in his body. He was a man's man who can make fires
in the rain, change his own oil kind of masculine guy with the deep
bellowing voice and the lumbering step. The big black leather jacket and
electric guitar, move a refrigerator filled with beer around with one hand
and use a chainsaw with the other kind of masculine. He immediately spotted
me for what I am...a cocksucker and I've been blowing him once or twice a
week ever since.


* * * *

When I was forty I met Brain, who was thirty-four. He was so much fun and
so exciting that I sucked his cock anytime that he want. Brian also
introduced me to BDSM and anal. All of it felt humiliating and embarrassing
but I loved pleasing him. He took me to the Midtowne Spa where I gave him a
blowjob while other guys watched me. It was the most embarrassing thing I'd
ever experienced and I loved it. Another time we were at a party and I
striped naked for him so he could put me in bondage and fuck me while the
rest of the partygoers watched.

He wanted a threesome but when he made it happen, it was very hard for me
because not only was it in a sleazy motel room, but also the other guy was
the preacher at my church. They had been best friends since junior high and
has done thing together before. I didn't realize it at the time, but to
them I was only a piece of meat...a cocksucker to be used for their pleasure.

The look of lust on both their faces, as they watched me slowly strip, made
me shiver with anticipation and fear. By the time I was down to my cute
little burgundy panties, they were both kneeling naked on the end of the
bed waiting for me. They like my panties so much that they made me leave
them on. When I leaned over and kissed the head of my preacher's cock, he
laughed and pushed me to my knees at the foot of the bed.

As my preacher continued to laugh and call me a slut and a cocksucker, the
two of them playfully rubbed the head of their cocks all over my face. As I
submissively knelt there enjoying the feel of their cocks on my face, I
reached up and gently fondled their balls. Eventually I took both their
cocks in my hand and even though it was a tight fit, put the head of both
their cocks in my mouth at the same time.

When they got tired kneeing at the foot of the bed, they moved to the head
and leaned back on the pillows.

Getting up and joining them on the bed, I crawled between my preacher's
legs and went down on him. It was very humiliating sucking the preacher's
cock while he told Brian what a sweet wife I had and how helpful she was to
him at church. After I sucked and slurped on his hard cock for a couple of
minutes I took him too far down my throat that I gagged. When I jerked my
head back and gasped for air, he grabbed my hair and cruelly yanked my face
back toward his crotch and snarled, "Open your mouth you little fagot, you
aren't through sucking my cock!"

As I noisily slurped and sucked his big cock, my preacher moaned and
wiggled his hips.  Suddenly he grabbed me and raised me up by my hair. Then
grinning like a fool, he smirked, "Damn, you little slut, you really do
like to suck cocks don't you?"  Then, still laughing he shoved my face back
down so I could finish sucking him off.

When he got ready to cum, he put his right leg over my shoulder and held my
face so tight against his crotch that my nose was buried in his kinky pubic
hair. When his balls exploded he groaned, "Swallow that cum you little cock
sucker," and then laughed as he cummed in my mouth

After I'd finished swallowing his salty cum, he held me against his crotch
so I kept right on sucking him for a while. He laughingly called me a
`little cum slut' and a cocksucker as he wrapped his fingers in my hair and
guided my mouth up and down on his shaft.

Almost before I could get mouth off him again, he made me stop sucking and
get up on my hands and knees. As I knelt there I felt him pull off my
panties and smear lubricate around and into my ass hole. I quivered with
fear when I felt the head of his big cock pressed against my virgin
asshole. Afraid of the pain when a cock that big pierced my ass, I tried to
relax my sphincter.  I needn't have worried though. Except for the initial
thrust there was no pain. Three of four strokes later, I could feel his
balls flopping against my naked butt. I didn't think it could be possible
it to feel any better, when I felt the palm of his hand ...smack... pop against
the cheeks of my naked butt. It stung with a combination of pain and
bittersweet pleasure. I moaned with pleasure as his cock pumped in and out
of my ass hole, and his palm ...smack... continued to crash ...smack... against my
tingling ...smack... butt cheeks.  It was long until I felt him tense up as he
cummed.

After I removed his condom, I washed off the preachers limp cock with a
damp washcloth. Once I had him squeaky, clean I went back down on him and
sucked him hard again.  I would have sucked until he cummed in my mouth
again, but he had other ideas. As soon as I had him good and hard again,
the preacher flipped me over on my face and made me spread my legs.
Spreading my butt cheeks, he rammed his cock balls deep in my quivering ass
again.  As he pounded my ass he roughly grabbed my hair and yanked my face
up so that the Brian could get his cock into my mouth.

It was fantastic. As Brian held my face and rammed his cock in and out of
my mouth, my preacher hung on to my butt cheeks and pounded my tight ass.
It wasn't long until we were all three cumming, Brian in my mouth, my
preacher in my ass and me all over the bed.

After we rested and they both fucked my mouth again and I swallowed both
their loads I was too spent to continue. My ass tingled with pleasure as I
dressed and stumbled out to my car for the drive home. That was five years
ago. Since then about once a month the preacher asks me if I could drop by
the church and help him out with something. That something is always a
blowjob.

I suppose it's amazing, but I'm now in my fifty's with a wife and two kids
in college and even though I still suck cocks ever chance I get, no one
knows about it, no one that is but guys that frequent the adult bookstore
themselves. And that doesn't count because what happens in an adult
bookstore stays in the adult bookstore.


The end...