Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 19:36:47 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Terry, The Early Years, Part 8

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

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

Part 8:

IT WAS HOT on Wednesday morning as the buses pulled in to discharge
their load of campers.  One hundred boys laughing and talking, eager
to start the day, spewed forth and spilled into the locker room. The
counselors awaited them, hopeful, but uncertain, eager to see what
the boys would do.  Stan alone was confident and his confidence was
rewarded as one by one all of the boys, following Terry's lead,
took off all their of clothes.  Every single boy was gloriously
naked.  The counselors stripped too, except for jock straps which
they wore as a symbol of their authority over the naked boys.

Terry slipped quietly away from the pack of naked boys, drawn like
a magnet to Stan's side.  He'd had a bad night and a bad start to
his day. Because of a minor accident at work, he couldn't suck
Tony's cock last night or this morning. Terry was hot, hard and
hurting.  At the tip of his throbbing erection, proudly clinging
to his pee slit, a tiny drop of precum sparkled in the morning sun.
One pair of envious eyes watched as he flopped to his knees and,
with Stan's consent, kissed the head of Stan's jock covered dick.

Terry had noticed it late yesterday afternoon, when everyone was
naked together and hunting around for their clothes when the buses
arrived.  Precum. The head of his stiff little cock was wet, shiny
with precum, and more was bubbling out.  He was so excited, his
first precum. He could hardly wait to get home and tell Tony. Show
Tony.  Maybe, Terry thought, now that I'm making precum, I might
shoot sperm when I cum.

THE BUS RIDE home seemed to take forever. His fellow campers, even
Bobby Stone, were talking excitedly about how much fun it had been
to be naked all day and how they were going to do it again tomorrow.
Terry heard nothing. He was too busy thinking about cock, cock in
his mouth, sucking cock and jerking off, and cumming and shooting
real sperm. His dick was pulsing like mad, erect and painfully
confined in his camp shorts. He had to get them off and quickly.

The house was quiet when I got home. Tony must be in our room.
I stripped off my camp shorts and underwear, started up the steps
to surprise him with an afternoon blow job, and the phone rang.
I raced to the kitchen, naked from the waist down, to answer it.
It was his Sal, my step-father, calling to tell me that Tony had
an accident. Probably not serious, but they were at the emergency
room, my mother too, and they might be home late.

I hung up the phone and started to cry.  I was worried about my
step-brother, that he wouldn't be home soon, and worried that my
balls were going to burst. Precum was still bubbling out, shiny
and smooth. Felt good when I rubbed it around the head of my dick.
Tasted good too, sweet, made me feel tingly all over. My balls were
bloated, filled up with what I hoped was sperm. Real sperm, like
Tony and like Stan, all creamy and sticky.  Sperm that would spurt
out when I had an orgasm. I needed to suck Tony's cock... any cock.
I needed a hard dick in my mouth, and soon.

I got scared when I heard strange voices at the front door, which
I had forgotten to lock.  I peeked out, Tony's friends, Frank and
Bill, were in the front hall. "Tony's not home. Nobody's home.
They're at the hospital. Tony had an accident," I blurted out from
the kitchen door.

"Yeah, I know," Frank said with a smile on his face.  "I spoke to
him after it happened.  He got hit in the balls with a two-by-four.
He'll be ok in a few days, after the swelling goes down.  We came
by to see you Terry.  Cheer you up. Maybe have a party like we did
yesterday. Tony said it'd be ok.  From the looks of things I'd say
you're more than ready."

I blushed. Frank's eyes were on my erect little penis. "You sure
Tony's gonna be fine?"

"We're sure," Bill chipped in, closing and double locking the
front door.  "He won't be using his dick except to piss, but
don't worry Terry, you'll be suckin' it again in a day or two,
cocksucker.  You don't mind me calling you cocksucker?"

How could I mind? I'd sucked him off once already, Frank too, in
the garage.  They partied in my mouth yesterday. Stan partied in
my mouth this morning. I was a regular party animal.  He could call
me cocksucker, fag, scumbag, anything he wanted. "I don't mind,
Bill."

"That's good," Frank piped up.  He was holding my shorts and
underwear, examining the wet spot. "Looks like you started to
party by yourself."  My little dick was hard, precum was hanging
from the tip. "Hit the floor fag boy. Open your cocksucker mouth
and lets party!"

I was ashamed of myself. Tony was in the hospital and I was only
thinking about my own problem. The one between my legs. Cock was
cock and I need to suck one and Tony wasn't here.  I took off my
shirt and started to untie my sneakers.

"Leave the sneakers on," Bill instructed, "makes you look more
naked, more like a little fairy, cocksucker."

Frank opened his fly, but zipped up again when Bill whispered in
his ear.  "Remember.... what Tony said?  Make ..... work for it.
Beg ...... before..... let him .... your dick." I missed some
words, but that's what I heard.  Frank turned to me, hands on hips,
and said without much conviction. "You want dick, crawl over and
take it out.  Be quick, before I change my mind, cocksucker."

I had Frank's pants and shorts down to his ankles, and his warm
cock hardening in my mouth, almost before he finished speaking.
My body reacted to the taste and the feel of Frank's cock on my
tongue. I started to suck.  I gagged some as Frank thrust his
cock all the way into my sucking mouth, but I controlled it by
swallowing hard.  We had a good rhythm going when Bill said,
"You're supposed to make the cocksucker beg."

Franks stopped thrusting, his dick balls deep in my mouth, my nose
buried in his pubic hair. I thought he might pull out and make me
beg for it, beg to suck his cock like Tony makes me beg. I don't
mind begging for dick, but it's such a waste.  I'd rather spend the
time sucking dick. I guess Frank agreed with me because instead of
pulling out he grabbed my ears and forced me to look up into his
eyes. "Fuck that begging shit, Bill," he said smiling down at me.
"I got my dick just where I want it and I'm about to fill the fags
mouth with a load of jizz.  You make him beg, when it's you're turn
to use the cocksucker."

True to his word, Frank resumed pumping and thrusting. I resumed
sucking and bobbing, and jerking my cock.  We came together.
My orgasm began as the first spurt of Frank's hot cum hit the back
of my mouth and ended shortly after he pulled out and wiped his wet
cock across my face.  My dick was still hard, my balls were still
full. I'd had a mind blowing orgasm, but no sperm. I needed another
cock in my mouth, quickly, another mouthful of cum. The next blow
job would do it, make me shoot off. I was sure of it.... almost.
I looked around for Bill.

Bill was at the top of the stairs, waving his dick at me, calling
down.  "Hey fairy boy, cocksucker, up here."  I didn't even bother
to stand, I just crawled up the stairs and followed him, on my
hands and knees, into my mother's bedroom.  "What are you doing?"
Frank asked.  "We shouldn't be in here.  What if Mr. & Mrs. Conti
come home?"

"Stay cool Frank.  They won't be home from the hospital for hours.
You were right about the begging.  It's dumb.  The little faggot
doesn't mind begging for dick.  He'll do anything to get a cock in
his mouth.  Ain't that right fairy boy?"

"Yes Bill," I said meekly. Bill had my number.  "You want me to
suck your balls first?  Lick your asshole? You wanna piss in my
mouth?  Please Bill.....

"Enough already faggot," Bill said sharply, cutting me off in
mid-beg. I didn't know what he had planned...., his fat cock sure
looked good hanging in front of my face. "Our little fairy prince
needs a makeover. Whatdya think, Frank?  I'm gonna change our fairy
prince.... into a fairy princess."

Bill took my mother's make up tray and sat on the floor next to me.
He applied glossy red lipstick to my lips, dark black mascara to
my eyelashes and eyebrows, glitter to my eyelids and a dab of
sweet smelling perfume behind my ears. A touch of rouge on my
cheeks and nipples, and my transformation from a boy to a girl was
almost complete. Bill gave Frank a bottle of red polish and told
him to take off my sneakers and socks and paint my toenails, while
he applied pink polish to my fingers.  A pink scarf around my neck,
clip on earrings, multi-color ribbons in my hair and a red ribbon,
tied in a bow around my penis, and Bill was done.

The three of us stood in front of my mother's full-length mirror
and gazed at Bill's handiwork. "Looks like a flat chested girl to
me," Bill snickered. "Cover that little hardon with frilly pink
panties and nobody would be the wiser," Frank responded. And the
two of them burst out laughing.

While they were rolling around on the floor, hysterical, I took a
close look at myself in the mirror. I did look like a girl. In fact,
I was pretty. I kind of liked the makeup and the ribbon tied around
the base of my penis felt nice.  It made no difference to me either
way, boy or girl, fairy prince or fairy princess, I was still a
cocksucker. I could still suck cock.  Like Tony said, girls and
faggots suck dick.

Bill was on his hands and knees, cock and balls hanging, swaying,
as the laughter petered out. I slithered on my back under him and
between his legs.  Like homing pigeons, his hairy nut sack came
home to roost in my mouth.  I sucked gently and swirled my tongue
around his nuts.  Bill must have liked it because his cock began to
get hard and drip precum on my forehead.  His balls rose up in
their sack and popped out of my mouth.  "Please Bill," I gasped
as waves of pleasure gripped my body. "Please put it in me, let me
suck your cock now." I left my mouth open, inviting Bill, who was
sitting on my chest, to refill it with his dick.

"Go on Bill, feed the fairy princess. Betcha a buck he'll make you
cum in less than two minutes."  Frank was next to me, rubbing his
spongy cockhead on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed his cock
in thanks.  "You're on," Frank laughed, "But no hands.  Got that,
cocksucker?  After you guide my dick into your faggot mouth, no
hands, sucking only!"

I had better things to do with my hands...., like jerk off with
Bill's cock in my mouth. Maybe shoot cum with my next orgasm.
"Is it ok if I jerk off while I'm sucking your dick?" I asked
politely. "Please."

Frank won the bet.  Inside of one minute, I was swallowing four big
spurts and a bunch of dribbles.  Bill's cum was thick. A lot like
Stan's, but not as salty.  Frank's cum was creamier. It made me
wonder what my cum would look like and taste like whenever I
finally made some.

"Wow!" Bill said as he wiped his lipstick stained cock on my face.
"I never came so fast in my life. Our fairy princess could suck the
ship out of a bottle.  I owe you a buck."

"C'mon. I'll treat you to a pizza.  Hey, princess, you wanna fix
your face and go out for pizza?"

My face was a mess. Make up was smeared all over.  "Thanks Frank,
but I better not. I should be here when Tony comes home and I got
to clean up this room."

My family came home at nine, which gave me plenty of time to put
away my mom's stuff and change back to a fairy prince from a fairy
princess.  Everything but the nail polish washed off in the shower.
Sal and Tony looked at me funny when they saw my pink fingernails,
mom accepted my explanation about a camp play.  I couldn't hide
my red toenails from Tony when I got ready for bed so I told him
about sucking Frank and Bill and dressing up like a fairy princess.
He just laughed and said I was a born faggot.

I told him about my day at camp too. Not about sucking Stan's cock,
since he had warned me not to tell anybody that I was a fag, only
about all the campers being naked and how I was making precum.

He told me about his accident and showed me his swollen balls.
Tony is so good to me.  I love him like a real brother.  He let me
hold the ice pack he needed to use to reduce the swelling and he
let me keep his cock warm in my mouth all night long. He even woke
me up in the middle of the night so I wouldn't choke on his piss.
I had to swallow fast, it was his first piss since the accident and
there was a lot of it.  Tony sort of apologized that I couldn't
suck his dick and he promised to blow his cum into my scumbag mouth
as soon as the swelling went down.

Tony was still asleep when I got up for camp on Wednesday. His
balls looked better, less swollen, and he had a peaceful look on
his face.  I kissed his cock goodbye and thought about camp.

SUNSCREEN, THE COLOR and consistency of sperm and with a hint of
the smell of spent cum, was generously squirted out of realistic
looking latex cocks on to each boys' face and naked body. Special
care was taken to protect tender young skin, slightly red from
yesterday's exposure, that would be exposed to the hot sun again
today and everyday for the rest of the summer. The counselors got
hardons, even the very youngest boys sprouted tiny erections as
slippery hands massaged the slippery cum-like cream into every nook
and cranny, crease and crevice, of virginal boy flesh.

The latex cocks, complete with mushroom like heads, veined shafts
and a pair of wrinkled balls to hold the cream, were modeled after
Stan's own erect prick.  He had dozens of them, mostly cut and a
few with retractable foreskins, made for him by Guenther Vogel, an
elderly, old world gentleman, who owned a plastics factory.  Vogel
was a widower. He had children and grandchildren, a great deal of
money and a weakness for sweaty college athletes.

Stan arranged weekly after practice locker room visits for Vogel.
He could mingle and smell the sweaty young men who took pity on
the kindly old jock sniffer and made him feel welcome. Vogel
was thankful, tears of joy would come to his eyes, when sucking
sweat from a hairy armpit, or smothering his face in a pair of
sweaty balls or licking between the cheeks of an athlete's ass.

Once a month, as a special treat, Vogel was allowed to suck one
cock.  The guy was old, it was like getting a blow job from your
grandfather, so the seniors had the freshmen take turns.  Vogel
would take off his clothes, drop to his knees and kiss the sweaty
dick hanging in front of his face. "My boy, my son," he would say
in his flowery english. "I am ready to service the beautiful symbol
your manhood. Please to favor me with the bountiful fruit of your
loins."  More often than not, the young and inexperienced college
freshman required a translation and one of the seniors would say.
"He's ready to suck your cock. Stick your dick in his mouth and
blow a load of jizz down his throat."

Each week he'd go around the room collecting their discarded jock
straps then sit in a corner happily smelling and licking the sweat
soaked pouches and picking out the pubic hair.  With undisguised
gratitude, Vogel would join the athletes in the shower where he
would lay on his back, shove a huge latex cock up his ass, and jerk
himself off while they urinated on his naked body.

The sunscreen used at camp was a readily available commercial
product, with real sperm added to give it an authentic smell.
In exchange for an occasional fucking, another of Stan's fawning
faggots was glad to collect the necessary sperm and fill the latex
cocks.  He'd go to local make-out places and retrieve used condoms
as they were tossed out of car windows. He'd go to bus station rest
rooms and work the glory holes.  He'd cruise the parks for groups
of guys out to have some fun with a hot mouth.  One part sperm to
six parts sunscreen was carefully blended and stored in airtight
containers until needed.

The boy's lips and assholes were gently caressed with the sunscreen
spurting latex cocks.  Within a week they would hardly know the
difference, and care even less, when real cocks spurting real cum
were introduced.

At 9:00 am sharp Stan blew his whistle, and a load of thick cum
all over his newest cocksucker's face, to signal the start of camp.
One hundred naked young boys, their bodies slick with oil, and ten
counselors in jock straps exited the locker room and spread out on
the sun baked grounds of what had become a nudist camp for boys.

Mark Wilson led his campers to the ball field. His lips were still
swollen, he was still a bit dazed from yesterday's cocksucking test
Reluctant at first, embarrassed to suck dick with guys watching,
Mark yielded to Stan's order and agreed to suck off three of his
co-counselors. Three blow jobs had escalated into twelve blow jobs
when a group of Stan's fraternity brothers came by the camp and saw
him on his knees with a dick in his mouth and his OFFICIAL CAMP
COCKSUCKER sign hanging down his back.

Stan kept score and watched the clock, hoping that Mark would meet
or exceed the minimum FRS cocksucking standard.  At the fifty nine
minute mark, the owner of cock number nine pulled out after dumping
his load of cum in the rapidly tiring cocksucker's mouth. One minute
left in the test and one cock to go.  Mark needed a lucky break if
he was going to meet the standard, and he got it. Cock number ten
was oozing precum like crazy as Mark guided it to his mouth.  The
purplish head was just past his lips...., maybe there was a suck
and maybe there wasn't, when its owner grunted and shot a white rope
of sperm into Mark's mouth.  He'd done it. Mark had done it. Sucked
off ten horny cocks in one hour.

While Mark was sucking cocks eleven and twelve, the fraternity
brothers hotly debated whether cock ten was a blow job or a hand
job. Mark's ability to suck off the entire fraternity, the success
of Saturday night's party, was in question.  Stan ended the debate
by declaring it official.  Cock ten was a blow job and Mark would
be invited to service the group with his mouth on Saturday night.
To ease the frayed tempers of the hand job believers, Stan said
that although it was untested, Mark's ass would be made available
for fucking too.

Mark arranged his group of naked boys along the third base line.
He was more determined than ever to embarrass Terry into quitting
camp. Especially after watching him with Stan this morning... the
little cocksucker still had Stan's cum on his face.... and the fag
had nail polish on his fingers and toes!  If singing and dancing
naked on stage didn't scare him away, he would have to think of
something else.

Baseball, soccer and tennis were out.  Much too hard on the boys'
bare feet.  Volleyball was ok, gay beaches had volleyball nets.
Swimming and diving were ok too.  Lots of gay men indulged in these
sports because it gave them the opportunity to parade around in
public wearing nothing but skimpy bathing suits and to shave off
all their body hair. Stan's program was designed to bring out the
gay side that existed in every boy.  Making the rounds of all the
groups, he was happy to see his naked campers engaged in mutual
masturbation.

Mark's group was the only exception.  He was standing next to Terry
Stein, arm around his shoulder, and talking to his group of naked
boys.  Stan moved closer to listen and to see what Mark had in mind
for the little cocksucker.

"Terry here is going to demonstrate how to give a blow job," Mark
announced to the group.  "Please assume the position, Terry."

Terry looked bewildered, "I don't think.....

"Just do it faggot," Mark hissed in his ear, "Or your mother is
going to hear...." Mark didn't have to finish as Terry quickly
followed Mark's command.

"As you can see," Mark continued, "The correct position to give a
blow job is on your knees.  Let me see by a show of hands, how many
of you have had a blow job before?  None of you?  Well everyone
will get a turn to put his cock, that's right, cock or dick, only
your mother calls it a penis, in Terry's mouth.  As you'll discover,
Terry is not going to blow on your cock, he's going to suck on it.
Are there any questions?"

One youngster asked.  "Why is it called a blow job if he's going to
suck?  Shouldn't it be called a suck job?"

"Good question. Blow job, suck job, giving head. Different names
for the same thing. Cock sucking."

"Won't that make Terry a cocksucker?"  Another boy asked. "I heard
some older boys at school talking about it.  They said it's the
lowest thing a boy can do. Suck another boy's cock I mean.  Why is
Terry going to do it?"

Mark smiled.  "Two good questions and the answer is yes. He will
be, he already is, a cocksucker.  Terry is going to suck all of
your cocks because it makes him feel good to have a cock in his
mouth and, this is important to remember, he likes the special
reward some of you are going to give him at the end of the blow
job. How many of you jerk off, play with your dicks?  Raise your
hands. You all know what I mean. Come on, the truth now."

Stan was pleased to see every hand go up.

"Good," Mark continued.  "And how many of you cum when you jerk off?
You know, make sperm... the uh, white stuff the shoots out of your
cock and onto your belly?"

Terry was surprised to see almost every hand go up, including
Bobby's. Boys his own age, even younger, making sperm when he
couldn't.

"Many of you?  That's great. Well, today you're going to shoot your
sperm, cum in Terry's mouth.  That's the special reward he gets
for sucking your cock. If some gets on his face it's ok, but I want
each of you to concentrate and keep your dick in Terry's mouth when
you cum.  Half the fun of a blow job is cumming in the cocksucker's
mouth."

"What does he do with it, the cum, once it's in his mouth?" A boy
shouted. "Does he spit it out?"

"Why don't you answer that question, Terry?"

Embarrassed, but excited too, at the prospect of sucking so many
cocks, Terry said, "I don't spit out the cum. I swallow it."

Mark had to hold up his hand to halt the barrage of questions. "Why
don't we hold the questions until after you've all had your blow
jobs?  Terry is anxious to get started.  See how his cock is hard
and bouncing around?  That's a sure sign that a cocksucker is ready
to suck some dick.  I'll let Terry suck me first so you can see how
to use a cocksucker's mouth."

Stan looked on as the naked boys, many of them sporting erections,
gathered around to watch their fellow camper suck Mark's cock. It
was quite a show.  Mark humiliated the poor boy by making him beg
out loud, "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK" could be heard all over
the camp, before ramming his dick balls deep into Terry's mouth.
The kid could hardly breathe, but it didn't stop him from sucking;
from giving Mark an awesome blow job.  Within minutes, Mark's legs
were shakey, his balls rose up, and he blasted off in the kids mouth.
Rather than humiliated, Terry seemed pleased at his accomplishment.
So much so that he proudly opened his mouth and showed everyone the
load of cum he had sucked out of Mark's balls.  In later years,
Terry would look back fondly on this day for two reasons.  The
thrill of giving another boy his first blow job, educating a boy
in the ways of gay sex, convinced him to become a teacher, and
Bobby Stone's cock, his last blow job of the day, made him cum.
For the first time in Terry's life, sperm came shooting out while
he was sucking Bobby Stone's cock.