Beginnings, oral, anal, m/mMM
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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John is a Bottom
By
Wolf
My career as closet Queen started in October of the year my buddy, Dawson, and I were in our junior year of high school. We drove the old Ford Bronco to his family's mountain cabin thirty miles to close and winterize it before winter. We were going to shut off the water and gas and drain the toilet tanks and bowls. We drained pipelines to prevent them from bursting when the pipes freeze. Then we covered the furniture with sheets and shuttered the windows. The last thing to do was lock the doors and leave a key with the local Deputy Sheriff. Only I had another motive for helping him.
We were both 16-years-old and had become friends when we met entering the ninth grade. We hung out together all of the time. We were soon comparing cocks and jerking off together whenever we could be alone together. Eventually, we stroked each other till we came. One time we were in his basement utility room and I let him put his hard cock in my mouth and pump for a while, only to pull it out and shoot his load on the basement floor. Now I was on a mission to finally taste his cum.
Once we got to the cabin, we got busy turning off the water, putting equipment in storage and covering it with tarps, and covering the furniture with sheets. After we had worked up a good sweat, we were ready to kick back and take a break. As we caught our breath, I somewhat nervously hatched my plan and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. I casually stated: "You know all this work has given me a hard on I can't get rid of."
He laughed slyly, "I suppose you're asking for some help?"
"Well actually I was really hoping to get sucked off, but know you haven't been interested, but I'm willing to make a deal I think you'd like." I continued
"Yeah?" Apprehensively
"I really need a nice release and willing to give you 10 blowjobs for one."
His eyes widened at the thought of a mouth available for his use. "I really don't want a cock in my mouth, I'm not a cocksucker. Hmmm.... However, that's quite an offer."
I could see a bulge developing in his pants, as he thought for a few moments and was sure he would accept the offer. After what seemed to be forever, he said, "OK take off your pants and go get on the bed."
He followed me into the bedroom where I stripped my pants and underwear off and spread eagle on the bed. He climbed between my legs, grabbed my cock, and stroked it a bit, while deciding on how to take my cock into his mouth. Finally, reluctantly he lowered his mouth on my stiffened cock and worked my mushroom head into his mouth. Slowly he worked down my shaft and started pumping his head up and down without a lot of enthusiasm, but I focused on my upcoming reward. After a couple minutes he pulled his head off and said, "stop holding back!"
He started again with a little more effort and I focused on shooting my load to seal the bargain. Finally, I felt my balls tighten, cock enlarge, and I shot a few hot streams of hot cum into Dawson's mouth. He immediately got up and went outside and spit it all out, making me feel a bit humiliated.
When he returned to the bedroom, he took off his pants and underwear, and took my place on the bed. He said: "Okay, it's time for you to start your cock-sucking service." With his rock-hard cock sticking invitingly straight up.
I crawled up between his legs and eagerly took his cock in my mouth, lowering completely down on him, tasting the salty sweat and smelly musk from our previous working around the cabin. I sank my nose deep into his pubic hair and was intoxicated by his boy aroma. I was soon working his cock earnestly, working my tongue around his shaft and head. He wasn't all that big but a nice 5 to 6 thick inches and filled my mouth fully.
Soon, he was humping my face meeting my timing and put his hand on the back of my head as he began unloading his built-up load in my mouth. I felt spurt after spurt filling my mouth with his slightly acidic, salty creamy boy juice. I savored the flavor which I found was pleasing. Holding it in my mouth as he finished cumming he said, "Don't stop sucking till I tell you."
I continued to work on his now softening cock with my mouthful cum, until I finally had to swallow. The bitter aftertaste at first took my breath away, but I found it an awesome finish.
"Ok you can stop," he said with a smug knowing smile. "You're now his bitch."
We didn't discuss what happened on the drive home, but I had his taste to remind me.
About a week later, Dawson called and said we should take a ride. He came by and picked me up in his Bronco, which was great handling the rutted dirt roads. We took off for the country and found a remote and secluded place to park. After putting the Bronco into park. he undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. "Okay cocksucker, I know you want it," as he whipped out his hard and ready cock.
I flushed red with shame, but quickly went to work satisfying his needs. Without emotion he ejaculated his load into my mouth and proceeded to pull up his pants. "Thanks" and drove me home.
I gave him mouth service a few more times over the next couple months, but he began hanging out with another guy named Max, a blond stud a year younger than us. Max always seemed to have a girl or two around him and Dawson seemed to want to be along for the ride. Things slowed down and I missed having his cock in my mouth.
One day he called me for another ride. Once we were parked, Dawson told me he and Max had one of the class sluts over to his place and they both wanted to fuck her at both ends at the same time, but she was unwilling to go along with their plan and left them high and dry. Now he had blue balls and needed relief. I told him that my mouth was available.
"Yeah, I know, but I want more. I want you to drop your pants and get your ass up." He said taking me by surprise, but I agreed to let him corn-hole me. He picked me up and took me to that same location. I removed my pants and underwear and knelt on the bench seat with my head hanging out of the window. Dawson got behind me and I felt him put on my asshole and then the dip of his cock rubbing the crack of my ass to find its mark. He thrust the head of his cock into me without warning, taking my breath away with the pain. As the pain subsided it was taken over by a pleasant feeling. He finally unloaded his balls on me and collapsed on top of me. After he pulled his cock out, I asked him if he liked it.
"Damn right I loved the feeling of you pussy around my cock."
I told him: "If he you really liked it, you can have it whenever you want with a condition. I bet Max was as blue balled as you were, if he could get me his cock my ass and mouth was both of theirs. The next day I was over at Max's service for both him and Dawson.
Things died down after Dawson got a steady girl the rest of high school and college. We ended up going to the same University and ran into each other before Thanksgiving break. We found out we were both stuck in town working over the holiday. He invited me over to his fraternity house for the holiday weekend since everyone else had left town. As we sat around drinking beer and smoking, we got a bit of a buzz. I looked at him and asked, "do I owe you anything?"
Dawson had a big belly laugh: "I seem to recall that you still owe me a blowjob!"
We spent the rest of the weekend naked and we exchanged blowjobs and he fucked my ass enough time that began to think my asshole would be a gaping hole forever.
When the holiday was over, I was called upon to service his fraternity through graduate school.
In addition, my facility advisor had a beer party after the Spring semester at his home. When the beer ran out and the other students went home, I remained behind to help clean up. The professor was in his late fifties with white hair and a soft white beard. I was bent over picking up empty beer cans when I felt his hand on my butt. When I stood up, he hugged me and kissed me. I dropped the can as he maneuvered to the couch.
We unbuckled each other's belt and unfastened each other's pants. While he removed his shirt and tie, I knelt before him and took his sausage sixed old uncut cock into my mouth and while I sucked him off my nose was buried in the graying smelly pubic hair. He shucked his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He was only wearing socks when he finished squirting his-cum into my mouth, he pulled to my feet and undressed me.
He had me kneel on the couch and he spit on my asshole and guided his cock to my puckered asshole. He fucked me like I was a bitch. I became his bitch all the way through grad school.
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