Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 13:27:44 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Terry, The Early Years (T/B, DOM, ORAL)

TERRY, THE EARLY YEARS (T/B, DOM, ORAL)
BY:  MOORE

This is the final chapter of the story of a boy who, thanks
to his step-brother, became a faggot, slut, cocksucker.

Chapter 11

It seemed right to kiss my step-brother's prick first thing in the
morning since I had kissed it last thing before falling asleep at
night. Tony doesn't mind and it's a great way for a cocksucker like
me to start the day.  Especially today because it was Saturday and,
with our parents away at a trade show, we had the house all to
ourselves. I didn't have to worry that my mom or Tony's dad might
come into our room and find me with Tony's dick in my mouth.  His
dad almost caught us one time in the shower.  Tony laughed it off,
said his dad might like a blow job too. I thought about that for a
few days, blowing my step-father, but decided it was too risky.

"Can we go to the movies again tonight?"  I asked from between
Tony's legs.  "I'll wash my dress and the thong and...."

"Did you forget?" Tony interrupted.  "We're going to Bill's folks
country club today and we'll probably stay late. What's the matter,
Terry, afraid you'll have to go the whole day and night without a
dick in your faggot mouth?  Not to worry, cocksucker, Bill told me
he's arranging something special for you and if it doesn't work out
there's plenty of horny guys that'll keep your mouth busy."

At day camp during the week, I suck off at least a dozen of my
fellow campers and cum at least three times.  Any less and I am
not a happy camper.  "Can I wear my dress and make-up, go as a
girl, a fairy princess?" I asked.  "In case the guys at the club
won't let a gay boy go down on them."

"Bill's bringing something for you.  Right now I gotta piss,
so open up.  No, wait. I think I'd rather piss in your boy cunt
this morning. Clean you out after last night's fucking. I still
can't believe you bent over for the soda fountain guy at the
ice cream parlor and let him fuck you with chocolate syrup, and
stick a cherry up your ass. Like you didn't get enough cock at
the movies.  Let's get in the shower so I don't mess up my bed."

Two fucks later I was doing laundry, Tony's laundry, sweaty socks
and piss stained jocks mostly.  I tossed in my cum stained dress
and thong too, just in case.  I don't mind doing Tony's wash. As
his personal cocksucker it's one of my jobs. He gets clean clothes
and I get to suck his cock at night and in the morning if there's
time.  Sometimes he even lets me get in his bed, under the covers,
so I can fall asleep with his cock in my mouth.

Over the noise of the washing machine I heard Bill's voice call
out, "Hey, Tony, where's the little faggot?  I brought him a
present.  Two presents, if you count my hardon."

"What'd you get me, Bill," I said all excited, rushing into the
kitchen. "A new dress?"

"Nope. I got you a....jeez, don't you ever wear clothes?"

"Ooops, I forgot.  Tony was fucking me before and I forget. So
what'd you bring me?"

"You're a lucky guy, Tony, a lucky guy," Bill chuckled. "My
hardon first, cocksucker, and then I'll show you what I brought
for you."

"Looks like I'm just in time.  Hiya Tony, Bill, dick breath."

"Hey, Frank.  Your brother here yet?"

"Mike'll be here at nine. He stopped to drop off the film.  We can
pick it up on the way to the club."

"I was just about to feed the cockhound.  We got time so why don't
you fuck him while he's sucking my dick.  Tony already fucked him
this morning, you should slide right in."

I bent over to get Bill's dick in my mouth.  Frank put the head of
his prick on my pussy lips and slide in alright, right down to his
pubes.  It took a moment for Bill and Frank to get a rhythm going,
but once they did, WOW! They had me rocking back and forth, jamming
their cocks in my holes.  Frank came first.  I squeezed down hard
on his cock as soon as I felt his first spurt heat up my chute.
Bill's dick was lodged in my throat when he unloaded all of his
cream.

I learned a while back that cocksuckers have no rights. The guys I
suck off have the right to use me anyway they want and I have to
accept it.  It's all part of being a fag.  Still, I hate it when
guys cum in my throat. Half the fun of a blow job, for me anyway,
is the taste of warm semen, the feel of it squirting into my mouth,
coating my gums and tongue. I've sucked off enough guys, been fucked
enough too, so I know that guys have a natural tendency to thrust
deep into whatever hole they're in when cumming. That's great in my
pussy, but when guys do that in my mouth, unload in my throat, I
miss out on the sperm. Don't get me wrong, no way am I giving up
cocksucking, I just wish guys would have a little more consideration
for cum loving fags like me.

"Enough already, scumbag, you got it all...and Mike'll be here in
a minute."  I got off my knees, but not before licking the last
tiny bit of slime from underneath Frank's balls.  "Did you give
the fag here his present?"

Bill zipped up and retrieved the bag he'd left on the kitchen
table.  "Oh, right. Here you go, faggot,"  Bill said.  "A little
something for you to wear at the club. And I do mean little."

Bill tossed me a see-thru tank top, made out of red mesh.  I
slipped it on over my head and it barely came down to the middle
of my chest.  "Is this all I'm going to wear today?"

"Certainly not," Tony said.  "Go get your sandals."

The three of them were talking excitedly when I returned with
sandals on my feet and a red ribbon in my hair. "No," Bill was
saying, just before I came into the kitchen.  "We can get one
hundred each from the old farts. Forget about the life guards
and waiters.  He won't have time. The old guys aren't going to
let him go." They clammed up immediately when they saw me.

"Very nice, faggot, very nice," Frank said.  "C'mon let's go.
We'll wait for Mike outside."

"Ah, Tony?"

"Yeah, Terry?"

"Aren't we, um, forgetting something?"

"What?"

"A bathing suit...for me.  I can't go outside, to the club, like
this.  I'm practically naked and, and I got a hardon. It's too
embarrassing."

You'd think it wouldn't matter to me. I mean, after all, I spend
the entire day at camp naked. I even ride on the bus to camp naked
and my little prick is hard most of the time.  I don't stick out at
camp, the campers don't realize I'm a faggot cocksucker, cause all
the boys at camp are naked and have to suck cock. There's stiff
dicks all over the place.  The counselors, and Stan and Emerson,
they know I'm a fag.  Tony, Frank and Bill, the candy man at the
movies, Vinnie and his two pals, they know I'm a fag too. Everybody
else, all the other guys I suck think I'm a girl, a young girl who
likes to suck dick.  Maybe when I'm older I'll understand why it's
okay for a girl to be a cocksucker, but a boy who likes to suck dick
has to be careful.

I didn't want my mom or my step-father finding out that their son
is a cocksucker. And what would the neighbors think if they saw me
outside, naked, my little hard prick bouncing around.  Tony, Frank
and Bill were laughing at my obvious distress.

"Please guys, don't make me go out naked.  What if there's girls
playing on the street, and there's sure to be girls at the club,
and adults.  I'll get in trouble."

"Okay, Bill, give it to him.  Give the fag his new bathing suit."

Bill tossed me a small package. Inside was a bathing suit, a bikini,
not much bigger than the thong I had worn to the movies.  I put it
on quickly.  It was a tight fit, a size too small, but at least my
cock and balls and my ass were covered, barely.

			    ***

Frank's brother Mike had a nice car, a convertible.  I sat in the
back on the short drive to the photo store.  Mike came into the
store with me to pick up the pictures.

"Hey Warren," Mike said.  "You got my pictures ready?"

"Got 'em right here.  Watch the front for me, will ya?  I gotta
talk to Terry, get paid, before I turn 'em over."

Warren came around the counter, took my hand in his, and led me to
a back room.  "You know what's in those pictures?" he asked, after
closing and locking the door.  I nodded my head.  "Did you pose
willingly or did they force you to do it?"

"They didn't force me to dress up like a girl or suck their cocks,
or let them fuck me, if that's what you mean. I like doing that.
The pictures are okay too.  Can I see them?"

"After you pay for them."

"I don't have any money."

"I don't want money.  Get on your knees, fag, blow me.  Take out my
dick, cocksucker, and suck me off."

I left the back room with an envelope full of pictures, a mouth
full of Warren's cum and a full blown erection.  One blow job,
unless it's a long one or I'm getting fucked while I suck, doesn't
get me off anymore. I climbed into the back seat of Mike's car and
begged Tony to let me suck his dick while we drove to the club.
He threw a blanket over my head while I nursed on his prick.  It
was hot under the blanket and I soiled the pouch of my bathing suit
with a load of sperm.  At least I wouldn't have to walk into the
club with a boner.

I shouldn't have worried. Mike parked the car in a fairly secluded
spot in the lot and, while Tony, Frank and Bill looked at the
pictures, he stretched me over the car seat and pounded my pussy.
Frank called out, next, and mounted me for sloppy seconds as soon
as his brother pulled out.  Mike shifted to the front seat and
wiped his sticky cock all over my face before shoving it into my
mouth for a good cleaning.  Bill and Tony too had a turn in my
twice fucked boy cunt before the five of us walked into a very posh
country club.

			    ***

The club had it all.  Golf, tennis, sailing on a private lake, even
horseback riding. The pool was enormous, olympic size, and the
fitness center had all kinds of workout equipment.  Claude Dupree,
the club's manager, gave us a tour while Bill went to take care of
something.  We were all impressed by the club and by the amount of
dues each member paid to join.  I was particularly impressed by
Claude's soft hands, he insisted we call him Claude, each time he
patted my behind. When he put his hand inside my bikini, wiggled
his finger inside my recently fucked, cum filled hole, I knew I
was soon going to pay my dues and be joined with Claude's club.

I didn't have long to wait. The tour ended in the empty dining
room where Bill was waiting for us.

"So, Claude, what do you think?"  Bill said. "Do we have a deal?"

Claude rubbed my belly and kissed my cheek before answering.
"Zut alors, absolutement, Monsieur Bill, absolutement. Mon petit
chou... tres jolie. Oh, excusez moi, forgive me, I forget you do
not speak french. Oui, yes, we have zee deal as you say. I will
tell zee members, but first," Claude turned to me, "come mon ami,
avec moi, come with me."

Claude took my hand in his and led me away to a small office at the
rear of the dining room.  We both heard it as he was closing the
door, laughter, and one of them, it sounded like Mike, called out,
"Have a good time faggots."  Claude locked the door and slowly took
off his clothes. I did the same, it felt good to free my boner from
the tight bathing suit, and waited for Claude's instructions. For an
old guy, maybe 45, he had a nice body and a nice hard cock with a
small neat triangle of pubic hair.  It was time to pay my dues.
Time to suck, maybe get fucked, before I could rejoin the others
for a nice day in the sun.

Claude surprised me with a kiss on the lips and a hug, like my
mother hugged me when I was little.  His tongue darted in and out
of my mouth and then he licked all over my face and my neck and my
chest. Claude sucked on each of my nipples, mumbling softly in
french. I didn't understand a word. When he fell to his knees and
took my prick in his mouth I was totally lost. What was going on
here.  I only know one real fag, me.  I'm the faggot cocksucker.
The boy with a mouth like a scum bag...the boy with a fuckable
pussy instead of an asshole.  "Claude?"  I whispered.  "What are
you doing?  Are you gay?"

"Oui, mon cherie," Claude replied, as he picked me up and laid me
out on the couch. I took that as a yes even though I was no cherry.
"Soixant neuf, mon petit? Plaisir pour deux."

I didn't need to know french to know what Claude had in mind. His
lips were nibbling at my balls, precum was dripping on my face.
Mutual blow jobs, sixty nine.  Not my favorite. I prefer to suck
dick without the distraction, but fags don't complain, so I wrapped
my lips around Claude's juicy meat and sucked him in deep.  His
neatly trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose.

I've never had a blow job from an experienced cocksucker like
Claude before.  The boys at day camp suck because Stan makes
everybody suck.  I think he's trying to turn one hundred boys,
impressionable young boys, into fags. Ninety nine boys actually
since I was already a fag when I got to camp.  Most of the boys,
like my pal Bobby, are lousy cocksuckers.  They just don't have
the desire. A few boys will give you a passable blow job, but
nothing like what Claude was doing to my dick.  He was so
skillful that I thought I might even be able to cum without
having a cock in my mouth.

We came together, Claude and me, two fags, two cocksuckers, two
cum loving queers filled each others mouth with warm semen.  I
didn't swallow right away.  I wanted Claude to fuck me while his
semen was still in my mouth so I knelt on the floor and spread my
cheeks wide open to show him what I wanted.

"Quelle heure est'il? Vous devez allez.  Les hommes vous attendent.
Beau garcon, nous ferons l'amore encore."

I swallowed the cum in my mouth and turned my head to look at
Claude.  "What did you say?"

"Beautiful boy, I forget myself.  You must go now. The men are
waiting for you.  Dress quickly. Vite, vite."

I followed Claude outside to a large building set off by itself,
away from the main clubhouse.  The small plaque by the front door
said Founders Club.  Claude rang the bell and the door was promptly
opened by an elderly man wearing a tuxedo.

"What is this place," I asked, as Claude nudged me inside, kissed
me on the cheek and left.

"A private gentlemen's club," the elderly man said, as he closed
and locked the front door. "Very private and very exclusive. Do all
that you are told without question and do not speak again while you
are here unless a member asks you a question.  My name is Alfred.
Follow me."

I felt very underdressed in my skimpy shirt, bikini bathing suit
and sandals as I followed Alfred past beautiful furnished rooms.
I shouldn't have. Paintings of naked young men and boys hung on
every wall.  Statues and sculptures, every one a naked male, were
all over the place.  "This is the boy's locker room," Alfred said
opening an unmarked door. "Wilson will take care of you now."


A very big twenty something naked black guy loomed over me. "What's
your name, boy?"

"Terry," I muttered.  "Are you Wilson?"

"Yup, that's me. Wilson, the house nigger.  They be finishing
breakfast soon so we ain't got much time. Git showered up and I'll
take you over to join the other fag."

"What kind of place is this anyway?"  I didn't think it was a funny
question, but Wilson started to laugh so hard that his long cock
made slapping noises against his leg.

"I love it when you boy ho's act all innocent and naive.  Like you
don't know what you're bein' paid for.  Get along now."

			    ***

It was like being at day camp...everybody was naked..., except the
campers were old men. Twenty naked old men lounging around the
beautifully decorated rooms and two young boys, me and a chinese
boy named Lee, to service them.  It took a lot of work to get their
old cocks hard, and once hard, a lot of work to keep them that way.
Even the semen that dribbled out of their cocks and into my mouth
tasted old. Not sharp and pungent and thick, like the young cum I
was used to, but flat tasting and watery.

We took a break when Alfred announced that lunch was being served.
The old man I was blowing told me to hurry up and get him off
because he didn't want to miss lunch.  Lee crawled over to help me
out by licking the guys furry balls while I sucked extra hard on
his dick.  Together we managed to get him to cum.  I thanked Lee
for his help by going down on him.  His cock looked like it needed
a good sucking and I was happy to do it.  He came in minutes, and
so did I as his thick, creamy boy cum spurted into my mouth.

"Good?" He asked. "Better than the watery spunk from the old men?"
 
"The best," I said, leaning over to lick up a shiny drop that had
oozed out of his prick.

"I was watching you before and I could see you really go for dick.
Lot a boys come here just for the money and the old guys know it.
Good cocksuckers get invited back.  Like me.  My uncle brought me
here the first time when I was seven and I've been invited back
again and again.  How long you been a cocksucker?"

"About two months."

"Only two months?  Wow!  Where've you been sucking dick to get so
good? Must be a lot of horny guys there."

"Boys mostly," I told Lee.  "At the day camp I go to.  I suck off
at least ten boys every day."

"Boys probably can't pay much. How much do you charge?"

"Charge?  Money? I don't charge them anything. I suck their cocks,
anybody's cock, because I'm a faggot and that's what fags do."

As the words came out of my mouth a light snapped on in my brain. I
remembered Bill saying this morning, 'We can get one hundred each
from the old farts' and Wilson saying, 'Like you don't know what
you're bein' paid for.' And Vinnie at the movie theater saying to
Bill, 'Nah, no hard feelings. Worth every penny. You ever think
about renting him out for parties?  My fraternity has a smoker
next week. Think about how much you want to let us use him for
the night.'

"Hey, I'm a fag too!"  Lee shot back.  "I like cock as much as the
next fag, but I got to eat something besides tube steak and cum. My
uncle whores me out to high class clubs like this one and private
parties. I don't walk the streets and I don't suck in glory holes
or public bathrooms.  I'm a class A cocksucker...a damn good fuck
too, and I get paid accordingly.  What do you get, Terry, except a
bellyful of semen and pubic hair stuck in your teeth?"

My head was spinning, but there was no time to think.  The old men
were finished with lunch and were slowly drifting back to where Lee
and I were waiting. "C'mon faggot," Lee whispered in my ear. Let's
go suck some dick and earn some money."

			    ***

I decided to take Lee's advice and play it cool with Tony, Frank
and Bill when we hooked up later.  My short career as a boy whore
was over...unless I got an equal share of the profits.  I'd work
the fraternity smoker; oh yeah, Lee explained what a smoker was
and I wasn't about to give up a room full of hot college cock, but
I'd do it for nothing before I let Tony cheat me out of my fair
share.

Lee showered and dressed quickly.  His uncle was waiting for him in
the parking lot.  I took a long hot shower.  Wilson was waiting for
me in the locker room.  Alfred was there too, on his knees, happily
sucking away on Wilson's large black dick.

"You 'bout ready for a stiff piece a meat 'stead a the old limp
dicks you been suckin'?  Alfred here been keepin' it warm.  Ain't
that right you old faggot?"

The best Alfred could do was shake his head and mumble.  I thought
I saw a tear or two roll down his cheeks, but I couldn't be sure
with all the drool spilling out of his mouth.

"Git over here, boy," Wilson said, pushing Alfred off his cock. I
seen the way you suck and I'll be havin' that ho mouth a yours
workin' my meat."

"What about me?" Alfred said in a meek voice as I knelt between
Wilsons legs and lifted his wet prick to my lips.  I felt bad for
Alfred, but Wilson was right. I was hungry for a hard cock.

"You!" Wilson boomed out.  "You can suck one a the stable ponies,
like I seen you doin' yest'day. That chestnut colt sure looked
happy spillin' his seed to your mouth.  Horse cock's good 'nuf for
an ol' queen like you, Alfred.  Now scram and let this ho work."

Fag, whore, whatever.  Wilson sure knew how to use a cocksucker for
his own pleasure.  Lee had warned me, told me about his life as a
whore.  They way Wilson called me a whore. The way he used me,
brutalized my mouth and my ass, convinced me that I didn't want
to be a whore. A faggot cocksucking pussy boy scumbag, yes, but not
a whore.

I thought about camp. Laying on the cold locker room floor in a
pool of Wilson's piss and cum, and I thought about all the nice
boys, all the nice young cocks, at camp.  I decided then and there
to follow in Stan's footsteps.  Study hard.  Go to college. Become
a teacher and teach boys in the ways of gay sex.

			    ***

Ten years later, standing next to my best pal and fellow student
teacher, Randy, looking out on a locker room full of naked high
school boys, I am close to reaching my goal.  One more year and
I'll have my gym teacher's license and a class of my own.  I've
already got applications out to three boys boarding schools.  The
money's less than public schools, but the fringe benefit of having
a hundred or so boys living at the school; eating, sleeping,
showering...a boy loving cocksucker's fantasy come true.
 
I couldn't have done it without the help of the man who has devoted
his career, his whole life, to nurturing innocent young boys and
turning them into fags.  Hundreds, maybe thousands of boys have
been saved by his untiring efforts. Saved from the dull life of
heterosexuality for the gay life of a practicing homosexual, a boy
eager to service mankind on his knees or on his back.  Any man who
has ever enjoyed a blow job in the warm wetness of a talented fag's
mouth or pushed his cock past the anal ring of a boys upturned ass,
owes this saintly man a debt of gratitude.  I'm speaking of course
about my friend, my teacher, my mentor, Stan Johnson.

Stan didn't turn me into a faggot slut cocksucker.  I have my step-
bother Tony to thank for that. I see Tony often, Frank and Bill too.
They're all married to nice girls...nice girls who fuck, but don't
suck so we get together at my place once a month for blow jobs and
beer.  Stan saved me from becoming a whore, a boy prostitute, a fag
who sells his body for money.  That's the life Tony was leading me
to.  Thanks to Stan I am what I am today.

I'll go down to my knees or spread my legs for any cock that wants
to use me, but young boys are my favorite.  Naked boys, like the
boys in Stan's gym class, milling about the locker room make me hard.
I haven't seen so many suckable young dicks in one place since I
worked in a boys camp two summers ago.  I must've sucked off 25,
maybe 30 different boys that summer.  The most cock I've had since
the summer I was a camper. I was delighted that so many boys would
let a guy giv'em a blow job.  One kid came by four times a day for
a blow job and by the end of the summer that kid was really getting
into it. C'mon cocksucker, he'd say, get your faggot mouth on my dick.
I got a big load of cum for you to eat.

I love giving a boy the experience of his first blow job.  Some of
them have only started jerking off, and watching a boys face watching
me lick around the head of his prick with my tongue turns me on.
I learned to take it slow though, so's not to frighten them. Slip the
head of his prick into my mouth and suck gently, which, if it isn't
yet, gets his prick totally erect. Only then do I slid my lips down
the shaft until my nose is pressed against his belly.  A lot of first
timers lose it by then and blast off.  Not much sperm, but great boy
taste. Other boys, instinctively I guess, put their hands on the
back of my head and pump their pricks into my mouth. I never touch a
first timer's balls or ass with my hands though, or play with my dick
while I'm blowing him, seems to make 'em nervous.  I just let them
fuck my mouth as they want 'til they cum.
 
I thought a lot back then about how much cock I'd have to suck to be
considered a slut?  I was giving about twenty blow jobs a day at the
camp, but I didn't feel slutty. Looking down on the forty or so boys
in this class, if they all lined up and I went down the line and gave
every boy a blow job, is that being a slut?  I've come to think that
if its teenage dick I should be able to suck as much as I want without
it being slutty.

Randy scoffs at what he calls my self-serving logic and he's always
bringing up, reminding me, about the motorcycle gang I hang with once
in a while.  I've told him that my biker buddies are different. There's
only five of them and no way can I be a slut for five blow jobs...even
if they do make me put on make up and wear a bra and panties.  Yeah, I
still like to dress like a girl.

Well, truth be told, maybe it is slutty when they take me to the
biker bar.  I don't wear the bra and panties then, actually, I
don't wear anything, except a studded collar and cock ring.  The
bar has a spot set up just for me, Cock Sucker's Corner, they call
it. I drop to my knees, a five foot chain is attached to my collar
and my hands are cuffed behind my back.  I suppose a straight guy
like Randy wouldn't understand my occasional need for the rough,
degrading, humiliating acts I engage in while chained to the wall
in Cock Sucker's Corner.

Sixteen, maybe twenty guys, take turns jacking off into my open
mouth.  Its like a contest to see who's got the best aim to shoot
the most cum into my mouth.  I end up with a lot of cum on my face
and chest...and a throbbing erection.  Twenty one years old, you'd
think I would've outgrown it by now, but I still can't cum without
a cock in my mouth.  I don't know how they decide, but the winner
gets to be first to ram his cock down my throat and feed me his
next load. Nobody fucks me until everybody has cum twice.  I really
have to work my ass to coax a third load out of them.

I'm used to guys pissing in my mouth and ass and having all my body
hair shaved off. Tit clamps, butt plugs, ball stretchers and other
devices are old news. Dirty jock straps, underwear and sweat socks,
used scum bags too, stuffed in my mouth...been there, done that. Not
a terribly creative bunch, these bikers. I could easily suggest
several things that I find really degrading and totally humiliating.
Things I learned from my first college roommate, but that would be a
slutty thing to do.

Homer Petersen, my roommate first year.  Big, sloppy, hayseed of a
kid from right off the dairy farm.  A lot smarter than he looked,
though, and a fast learner.  Within a week he had me going down on
his dick and bending over for him in the shower.  No problem, I was
happy to be of service and the Wisconsin cream that came out of his
balls was mighty tasty.  I was happy to keep the room neat, do his
laundry, whatever he wanted as long as it didn't interfere with my
studies. I was determined to do well in college, get my teacher's
license in physical education, so that one day I too could be like
Stan Johnson and have classes of young boys, naked young boys, to
call my own.

I had to change roommates after two weeks because Homer was taking
up too much of my time.  Not Homer so much as all the guys, friends
and strangers, anybody with five bucks, that he sent to the room for
blow jobs.  Homer, always short of money, got the not so original
idea of turning my cocksucking talent into a money making business.
Like my step-brother before him, Homer was using me as a whore.
I went along with it for a while, demanding and getting 50% of the
profits, I needed money too, and 100% of the cum.

Hey, I expected to be, I wanted to be the fag in residence at the
freshmen dormitory.  No way was I going to live with, shower with,
a freshmen class of 150 horny teenage college boys and not suck off
four or five of them a day.  I had it all figured out. The formula
I used is easy, do the math:

      A  x  B = D
         C

A = Number of boys in the group
B = Average percent of suckable cocks
C = Days in the week
D = Blow jobs per day

      150 x 20% = 4.28
          7

Experienced fags like me know that in any large group of boys, 20%
on average will let a gay guy suck their dicks on a regular basis.
The key here being, on a regular basis.  Not a one time blow job or
a gang bang affair, but guys who'll consistently use a fag to drain
their balls. So I planned my class schedule to allow time for up to
five blow jobs each day.

My roomie had bigger ideas.  Homer was running five guys an hour
into our room, 24/7, the place smelled like a glory hole in a
sleazy ABS. Hour after hour, it was like being back at day camp the
summer I became a cocksucker.  Guys would come trooping in, put
five bucks on the dresser, unzip, and use my open mouth for their
pleasure. I went along with it because, well, because I am a fag
and I like to suck cock...lots of cock...and I like semen...lots of
semen...spurting into my mouth.

I probably would have continued as Homer's whore, and flunked out
of college, if one of my regular customers hadn't brought his young
brother with him to get his first blow job. My first sweet young
virginal boy after almost two weeks and hundreds of blow jobs.  He
was nervous, so I took my time and spoke softly, reassuringly, as
I ever so slowly undressed him. No zipper down, dick in mouth,
assembly line cocksucking, like I'd been doing.  Oh no, I wanted
this boy naked. I wanted this young boy's first blow job, his very
first time in a cocksucker's mouth, to be a special experience that
he'd always remember.

I took off his shoes first, he wasn't wearing socks, and kissed
each one of his cute little toes, which made him giggle. He raised
his arms as I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the smooth,
hairless flesh, of his firm body and tiny pink nipples.  He smelled
so good.  That young boy smell that I knew and loved. I wanted to
taste, lick, kiss, every inch of his body, tweak his tiny nipples,
but I didn't want to frighten him by moving too fast.  Time enough
for that later, after he was completely naked, after I had his penis
safely in my mouth, after he discovered the joy of cumming in a
cocksucker's mouth.

I looked up at his beautiful face as I opened the snap at the waist
of his pants and worked the zipper down. I took a chance, young boys
can be shy about their bodies, and pushed his underwear down along
with his pants and off his feet.  I kept my eyes locked on his and
slid out of my thong. I wanted to be naked too, the first time I
looked upon this boy's nude body.  Also, my ferociously hard cock
was killing me trapped in that tight thong that Homer makes me
wear when I'm working as his whore.

His penis was beautiful and far bigger than I expected on such a
young boy.  Four inches of smooth virgin meat nestled softly on the
crinkled skin of his scrotal sack.  I was pleased to see a light
dusting of pubic hair which usually means that sperm, sweet boy
semen, was being produced in his young testicles.  I rocked forward
on my sore knees and put my tongue under the head of his prick. He
stiffened immediately, growing to an impressive, almost obscene for
such a young boy, nine inches of rock hard cock.  What was obscene
for such a young boy was what he said to me after grabbing hold of
my ears.

"Beg for it faggot," he said in a high pitched voice and without
much expression...like he was reading from a script. "Beg to suck
my big dick, cocksucker.  Tell me what a worthless piece of shit
you are and, ummm, and, oh yeah, how much you want my cum in your
scum bag mouth."

You could have knocked me over with a pubic hair.  I knew at once
his older brother had coached him to say those things, but still,
corrupting innocent young boys with such language.  I wasn't going
to corrupt the young lad with more filthy language so I begged to
suck his dick using only the same words he had used.  The laughter
in the hallway outside my door got louder and louder as I begged,
and become a roar when I called myself a scum bag.

I had one more surprise in store as my young friend announced he
was close.  "Don't swallow when I cum, faggot"  he instructed.
"Keep it all in your scum bag mouth so my brother can see it."
He did, cum, and I did, keep it in my mouth, and his brother
did...Homer and six other guys did, come into the room to look
at the boy's semen in my scum bag mouth.

Eight blow jobs later, the kid's brother, Homer, the other six
guys, and I quit being Homer's whore.  No more round the clock
cocksucking for me anymore.  Five blow jobs a day was going to be
my limit. Homer wasn't happy about the loss of income or the loss
of the use of my mouth.  He tried everything to make me change my
mind, but sucking that young boy's cock made me focus on the big
picture.  If I wanted to be a phy-ed teacher, like Stan Johnson,
with a class of naked young boys, like the class of boys in front
of me now, waiting for my instructions, I had to stop being Homer's
whore.

And here I am.  One more year of student teaching and I'll have my
degree.  Knowing Stan as I do it's going to be an exciting year.
They don't know it yet, but every freshman boy in this school is
going to suck Stan's cock at least once before the year is over.
Five or six boys are going to discover that they're fags.  One boy,
maybe two, will be singled out to serve as the football team's
mascot.  Last year, a kid named Richard had the honor.  This year,
well, there's a transfer student from Mississippi who can't keep
his eyes off his classmate's dicks.  Good looking boy, firm lips
and a nice round butt, just right for sucking and fucking. Stan's
going to try him out later.  We'll just have to wait and see if
Cole Sumner has what it takes to be a faggot, slut, cocksucker...
like me.