High School Cock Sucker
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't roll back the clock with regard to gay rights for anything. Still back in the days of repression, before the pill, before the sexual revolution there were some silver linings to the generally stormy dark clouds that gays confronted on a daily basis. For example if you liked sucking straight cock then those days were the golden age. Not that you still can't find a good straight dick to chow down on, they're just few and far between. Back in the Sixties it didn't take a great deal of effort. . .in today's culture it seems hard to believe, but back then straight guys, if they knew you were gay, would actually approach you and hint (rarely would they come out and ask) that they'd like to have a blow job.
You have to remember that there was a time when most unmarried women of all ages were virgins. This was particularly true of young women and almost always true of high school girls. Now when high school boys, rocketing toward their sexual peaks, don't have willing and available high school girls to satisfy their needs then almost any willing cock sucker will suffice. Not only that it was socially acceptable among their peers, as much a right of passage as other sexual conquests. Getting a blow job from a guy was cool, albeit not as cool as from a female, but definitely cool.
I was a confirmed cock sucker by the time I was 11. I worked my way through my boy scout troop, including the assistant scout master, the scout of the year and the two eagles scouts in our troop. My reputation preceded me to high school. This had both an up and a downside. The downside was that I got the shit beat out of me routinely and if not with the encouragement of most of the male faculty, certainly not one of them ever raised a finger to protect me. (There was an upside to the downside, because it made me tough little bastard and I learned to give it back to them.)
The real upside was that I had all the cock I wanted. Perhaps not surprisingly some of my tormentors turned out to be some of my best trade. The first two guys I did were seniors in my freshman year. While they never resorted to physically attacking me they verbally harassed me and in so doing incited a great deal of the punching, pinching and pushing I endured. We were in a last period study hall and they teased me unmercifully; making me the butt of their jokes; making obscene jester toward and about me; and asking me to suck them off. I did my best to ignore them, which the study hall teacher also managed to do with remarkable ease. Then right after we returned from the Christmas break one of them sent a note to me which read: "How would you like to suck the two of us off?"
I wrote back: "If you two stop messing with me I'll do whatever you want." I mean what did I have to lose? But I knew they were serious when their next note read: "Meet us in the back parking lot at 2:30."
School let out at 2:00 and I went to the library to kill time until 2:30. I was really nervous because there was always the possibility I was being set up and was going to have the crap kicked out of me. I was also nervous cause I really wanted to suck their cocks. That's why I agreed to meet them, they were real hunks. Harry was short and stocky, with curly ash blond hair and a super toned body, he was the star of the wrestling team. Barry had the typical build of the high school football lineman he was, but it was his dark Italian good looks that made me week in the knees. His short cropped black hair and his chestnut colored eyes made his face a prototype for ruggedly handsome. The chance of having these two jocks was worth the risk, besides my gut told me they were serious.
Barry had an rebuilt Model A Ford, a real tin lizzie. They were both waiting in the car as I came out the back door of the school. They quickly installed me in the back seat of the jalopy and we were off. There attitude toward me was now completely changed. They were friendly and pleasant.
"You're really serious, you're gonna blow both of us. You ain't gonna chicken out are ya'?" Harry was asking and from the anxiety in his voice I knew I had them.
I replied in as a calm a tone as I could, not wanting to betray my own excitement, "if you guys promise to leave me alone from now on I'll do whatever you want me to do. . .within reason."
Barry, who hadn't said a word until now glance at me over his right shoulder and asked, "is blowing us within reason?" He couldn't control a slight smirk.
I laughed and said, "very much within reason."
Barry looked over at Harry who was grinning from ear to ear, "Harry I think we're going to get our pipes clean out and our horns honked."
I asked where we were going and learned it was to Barry's house. Harry's dad was a plumbing contractor and his mom was a housewife. Barry's mom and dad own a small grocery store, they both worked there until closing which wasn't until after 6:00. We'd have all the time and privacy we'd need. I learned that Harry had had been sucked off three or four time before, all by the same guy. The first time he'd picked Harry up hitchhiking, the other times had been when they'd bumped into each other downtown. Barry was anxious to try it out, most especially after Harry's description of "the fucking greatest feeling you've ever had" blow jobs he'd received from the 20 something guy he called Sully.
We arrived at Barry's and went into the house. Then came the awkward part. Where to do it; do they just sit down and get blown in front of each other. They hadn't considered the cock sucking protocol.. I didn't care how we did it, I was just anxious to get down to business and from the bulge in their slacks so were they. Barry suggested that I go with them, one at a time, into the den. I said that was cool. Then who was going first. Barry suggested flipping a coin, but a said that I'd like Harry first and then Barry. They didn't ask why, but agreed to my wishes. For me it was like I saw Harry as the meat and potatoes and Barry as a great dessert.
I walked into the den and Harry was right behind. He took the time to shut the door and make certain that it wasn't going to swing open. I just stood waiting.. He walked by me flashing a bit a of a sheepish smile and sat back on the couch, stretched and spread his short legs and looked at me while nodding toward his mounded crotch, "self-service." Then he winked at me.
I'm sure all he saw was a blur as I went to my knees between his outstretched legs and reached out for his belt buckle. In a flash I had the belt unbuckled; the slacks unbuttoned and the zipper lowered. I spread the flaps revealing the white cotton material of his brief's pouch stretched over the ample family jewels. As I reached our to grasp the waist band of both his slacks and his underwear he lifted up his hard bubble butt allowing me to slide them down to his knees. This brought his legs closer together which in turn had the effect of pushing out his genitals. I took time to take in this beautiful sight.
His cock was perfection, about 6-1/2 inches of thick manmeat. It was just enough to comfortably fill your mouth with total oral pleasure. The shape was ideal, smooth and straight, with a large meaty circumcised head just slightly plumper than the shaft. It was as smooth, hard and lustrous as alabaster. It towered over one of the largest set of balls I'd ever seen. They were the size of large eggs. That perfect cock combined with those tight, luscious orbs had my mouth watering and me trembling. I took the beauty in my fisted grasp and began to stroke it slowly. With my left hand I gently cupped his balls and slowly rolled and bounced them as I continued my manual movements up and down his shaft, while running my thumb around the head using the precum gushing from it as lubricant.
I had him moaning before my mouth got anyway near him. But when I went for it I thought he was going to go through the roof. The motherfucker grabbed my head and shoved it down until I had his turgid cock as far down my throat as it could get. So what if I couldn't breath, I was in hog heaven. Once he'd satisfied his macho sex urge he relaxed and sank back into the cushions while I worked magic on him. It didn't take long. About a dozen strokes and I felt him grow and pulse between my lips and then the floodgate burst. He shot volley after volley of his musky seed into my mouth and down my throat. The whole time he was yelling "oh motherfuck, oh mother fuck, let me cum in your fucking mouth, oh motherfuck." Finally there was nothing left and I let his still rock hard slide slowly out of my mouth. I started licking his balls and looked up at him. His baby blues had a real twinkle.
"Geez man that was fucking great! Fucking Barry's gonna fuckin' lose his mind, not to mention his cherry."
Harry pulled himself back together and left the den, almost colliding with Barry who seemed happy that his turn had arrived, but a little shy and apprehensive as to what was about to happen. As if to reassure himself he said, "if this is going to feel half as good as Harry made it sound, I can't wait. What do you want me to do?"
If he was going to let me take the lead I decide to make the most of it. "Take off all your clothes and the stretch out on the couch."
He didn't even react, he just started stripping down. I just sat there on the floor and watched the show. His body was a work of art. He was 5'10", 185 lb.., a well developed torso covered with a light mat of jet black hair, a 32 inch waist, sturdy muscled legs and then there was his cock.
His cock, which I guess out of nervousness was flaccid, was as big as Harry's had been hard. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. This wasn't the dick of some mortal man; this was the fleshy incarnation of a Greek god's sexuality. Fuck preliminaries I went for it soft and all. Not that it stayed soft long. Once awakened it grew and didn't stop until it stretched over 8 inches in length and expanded in girth to that of a German knockwurst . He was lying back with his arms folded behind his head, eyes closed. I was kneeling on the floor at his side midcouch, going to town. He was moaning so softly I wasn't sure at first what the sound was. I was giving him my best, using every special technique I knew.
I heard him whisper, "that feels incredible. Nobody has ever touched me there, I can't believe how good this feels."
It was true! I had myself a total virgin!!!
"I can't last much longer," he said softly in short gasps. "I'll let you know when to take it out of your mouth."
I said, as best I could with a mouthful of cock, "I want it.. . .your cum"
"You want me to cum in your mouth?"
I looked up at him and nodded. That seemed to push him right over the edge. "Oh my God, get ready cuz here it cums, oh my God, eat my fuckin' load!"
I swallowed as fast as I could as he pulsed out gob after gob of his thick, salty-sweet man nectar. As much as he pumped into my hungry mouth I still craved more. I would turn him loose until I was satisfied I'd milked every drop from him.
Barry looked as though he'd crossed over into another dimension. I continued to lick his fat pole and look at his handsome face; I was in no rush to stop. But he couldn't linger. It was fine to get serviced by a guy, but nothing more. If after shooting his load, as he nosily had done, he couldn't be alone with me for much longer than it took to put the prize back in its package.
They remained true to their word, they never bothered me after that. Best of all we continued to reinforce the bargain by getting together at Barry's house every Tuesday afternoon for the remainder of the school year. There were some memorable moments, not just with Harry and Barry but with a few of their friends who stopped by on different Tuesday afternoon. But those are future stories.