Suckhole

By the time I was a senior in high school I decided to come out to my friends. And of course, word spread around. I was nervous but for the most part everyone was cool with it. My anxieties were all for nothing. There were a couple losers who teased me about it but they were easy to ignore, so they eventually stopped. It was senior year, I was finally comfortable with myself around my friends, and we had a lot of fun doing all of the normal senior things. Homecoming, parties, making plans for prom, etc. I never had a boyfriend. There weren't that may gay kids at school and I wasn't interested in them anyway.

But my best memory happened later in the year, only two months before graduation. It was a normal day, a chilly wet March afternoon, when I was chatting with my friend in between classes. We were both tired of school. Senioritis was bad. We separated and I went to my locker to switch out the last of my books. I did the combination and opened it. On top of my books on the ground was a note. Someone had folded it up and stuffed it into the holes in my locker.

I furrowed my eyebrows. What was this? I assumed it would be something like an invite to a secret party or something. Or maybe just a school club sending out information this way instead of emailing us. I had no idea, and didn't expect it to be anything interesting, but when I picked it up and opened it, my eyes went wide and my heart skipped a beat.

The note read: "Do you want to be our blowjob slut? Call... if you're serious"

I quickly closed the note, making sure no one was around. I stuffed it in my pocket and changed my books out to go to class.

I couldn't pay attention in my last classes. The note felt hot in my pocket. It had to be a prank. I wouldn't call the number. Some douchebags were making fun of me, and they would just humiliate me. But then again, why would they give me a phone number? If it was a joke like a number for the principal, I would just hang up. It wouldn't really be much of a prank. If the pranksters picked up, then however they'd prank me, I would have their number and could get them in trouble. Maybe. I couldn't decide if I should take this seriously or not. Especially because of the word "our". If it was just a prank, they wouldn't want it to be known there was more than one person involved.

That afternoon, I biked home. Without wanting to, my dick was getting hard. I had never had sex before. But I did have fantasies I jerked off to. I'm a very submissive guy, and I get turned on by the idea of a masculine guy taking control of me and having me please him. "Do you want to be our blowjob slut," I whispered to myself. Blowjob slut. Our blowjob slut. Giving multiple blowjobs to more than one guy. And that's just one thing.

When I got home the rational side of my brain was telling me it was a stupid prank and to throw the note away. The horny teenager in me was begging to call. My dad wasn't home yet, so I went up to my room and called it. I tapped my fingers against my leg, pacing, waiting for the phone to stop ringing.

"Hello?" sounded like a guy my age.

"Who is this?" I made myself sound intimidating.

"Uh, Hunter Grey." Hunter?! He was famous at our school, one of the better football players, was always getting his name and picture in the local paper. He was a fucking stud. Short blond hair, blue eyes, tall and a thick build. He was one of those kids who was a jock year round. Football in the fall, basketball in the winter, and baseball in the spring. And so many girls made jokes about his name, "Mr. Grey", talking about how cute he was. I had jerked off to pictures of him before, pretending he was tying me up and using me.

He asked, "Who is this?"

"Aiden Marks." My voice was direct.

"Oh, uh," he paused, "Y-You got my message? In your locker?"

My heart froze. "Yeah,"

"Ok uh, wait a minute," He sounded like he was looking for somewhere more private. This couldn't be a prank. Or, I didn't think it would be. The school football star wouldn't do something stupid to get himself in trouble, like tease the gay kid about his sexuality. Definitely wouldn't tell me his name straight up. Or, maybe he would? Even at 18 guys made stupid mistakes.

"Ok hello?" he was back.

"Yeah, what the hell was that message?" I had to act mad. But my cock was starting to get hard.

"I'm sorry dude," He coughed, "Uh, ok I'm really sorry, we didn't really know how else to talk to you but we thought if you were interested by the message you might be interested in our offer,"

Our offer? I was shaking, "This is a stupid prank,"

"No I swear dude," He was quick, "I'm 100% serious,"

"Why should I believe that?"

A pause, then I heard, "This is your cell number right?"

"Yeah,"

"Ok, I'll send you a full frontal nude. Face included." My lips trembled, and he continued, "So, you'll have proof that I'm involved in it,"

My hands were shaking. It sounded strange, but at the least I would be getting to see what he looks like naked. I asked, "What did you mean by...what you said," I didn't want to say it.

"Blowjob slut?" His voice went low. My dick was getting harder hearing him say those words. I nodded, being dumb and forgetting I was on the phone, so I said, "Yeah,"

He coughed, "Ok...uh," he sounded very uncomfortable. The seriousness in his voice and his halting, awkward speech made it more believable. Unless he was a good actor. He told me, "There's no way to sugar coat it so, I'll just tell you. Me and a couple of my friends have this joined fantasy, and we made a pact that we'd try and get it done before graduation. That was...that we'd find a girl who would come sleep over with us, and she would suck us off and we'd fuck her and have like a gangbang and stuff...like she would be our personal slut sucking us off all night,"

I thought I was going to die. He continued, "Yeah so, uh, well we wanted to do that before graduation, but we can't find a single girl who's interested. We're too afraid to ask our girlfriends, and we've already asked the sluttiest girls in school we know, and they all refused. We're nervous about asking too many or word will get out and we might get in a ton of trouble. But we heard that you're gay, so..."

My voice was barely above a whisper, "So you want me to do this for you guys?!" I had to sound on the fence, but my dick was begging me to say yes right away.

"Yeah," he sounded embarrassed to admit it, "And, ok no offense dude but like, we aren't really happy with asking you. Just cuz we aren't gay or anything. But we are getting desperate and, I don't know, have you heard that old joke? A mouth's a mouth?"

I was drooling. I couldn't believe this. They were ready to cheat on their girlfriends so they could use me like...like a personal cocksucker?!

He broke the silence, "Yeah well, what do you say?"

"Hold up, just...slow down," I closed my eyes, "...who? Who is in on this?"

"Uh, they'd rather I not tell you unless you say yes first," he muttered.

"If I don't know who's asking me then I'm going to say no." My voice was stern.

There was an awkward pause. I half thought he was going to hang up, but with a reluctant sigh he said, "Ok, so it's just four of us. Me, Justin Pierce, Max McCadden, Pete Moran, and Ryan Kolbe."

I recognized some of those names. Other guys on the football team. Some did other sports like wrestling. I had to control my breathing.

"Before you say anything, we have a couple rules," He added. "Non-negotiable."

"Rules?"

"Yeah," he paused, "Ok so, uh, first, we want you to be naked. Or at least if you were a girl we'd want you to be but none of us want to see your dick. Could you get a jock strap or something?"

"Easy," I gulped, "Ok, what else?"

"Um..." he sounded so sheepish over the phone, "Well, part of what made the idea hot is that we would call you service girl. But, uh can't do that can we?" he let out a little laugh, "Uh yeah so, we don't want to say service boy either cuz that's gay,"

I rolled my eyes because it was going to be very gay no matter what I was called, but I didn't say anything.

"So, we thought, we'd call you our suckhole."

I thought I was going to faint. "Suckhole," I echoed,

"Yeah. And we'd call you `suckhole' and tell you what to do. We would just chill and chat with each other, someone would bring beer, and we'd watch a game or play xbox or something, and tell when you could crawl over to suck us off. Part of it was that we'd fuck you too but I don't think anyone wants to do butt sex with you, again no offense,"

"Yeah I get it,"

"But, I don't know, if someone's really into it they might,"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Getting a straight jock so horny that he'll say "fuck it" and take my anal virginity? It was too crazy to believe.

"Ok another rule," He said, "I, uh, ugh I'm sorry dude I know this is fucked up do you want me to stop?"

"No keep going," I could jerk off to this conversation alone.

"Cool, uh," he paused, "So, the big thing that also makes it hot is that, when we have to cum, we are gonna cum in your mouth, and you have to swallow it. You have to. You can't spit it out or have us cum on you. We don't wanna cum anywhere else but in your mouth."

I was sweating and feeling dizzy, "Ok,"

"Great, uh," we were both quiet for a while, "So, do you have any rules?"

"Not that I can think of right now,"

"Ok if anything comes up let us know,"

"Ok."

"Also...the guys might bring some kinds of toys. Probably won't use them because all their fantasies are for girls you know? But still, that might be on the table. You don't have to say yes to them though.

Again, silence.

"So...are you in?"

I wanted to scream yes. But I didn't know all of the guys, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this as my first sexual experience. What if I wasn't ready for it? I said, "I'll think about it and let you know. This sounds like a lot,"

"Yeah no problem man," he insisted, "Take your time, don't feel like you have to say yes at all. But if you do, uh, we kinda want to do it before graduation at least once,"

At least?! They would plan on doing it more than once?!

"Ok,"

"Uh...yeah that's it then," He sighed, "Last thing; this stays between you and me. No one else hears a word of this. Got it?"

"Of course,"

"Great."

And he hung up.

I dropped my phone on my bed. Frantic, I pulled out my yearbook. Flipping through to find that picture. That one picture of him. It took up half the page in the sports section, him standing tall, covered in sweat, his hair damp with sweat and his helmet off, his chin up, looking forward, looking tired. I was stroking my cock. His bulge was big in his football pants. I knew he had a big ass and calves too. This was the guy who called me asking if I could let him and his friends use my mouth.

"we'd call you our suckhole." "we'd call you `suckhole' and tell you what to do." "we are gonna cum in your mouth and you have to swallow it. We don't wanna cum anywhere else but in you."

I replayed the conversation in my mind while staring at his picture.

"Yes sir," I muttered to myself on the edge of cumming, "I'd love to be your suckhole. I'd love for you and your friends to use my mouth as a suckhole and let me swallow your cum. I want to swallow all of your cum,"

Then my phone buzzed. The same number texted me. It was a picture of him, naked, in front of a mirror. He looked like a Greek God. His cock was bigger than I thought it would be. He was clean shaven down there, and his skin looked smooth. I gulped. Then he sent another message,

If I'm lying about this, then you can let people know that I asked you

to suck me off and not the other way around,

I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped the yearbook, fell back on my bed, and shot jizz all over my shirt and face.

...

I was convinced he was telling the truth. Not because I was a horny teen trying to convince myself, but because the way he spoke on the phone didn't sound like a prank. If it were a prank he would come off more confident, maybe even sly. But on the phone he sounded like a guy who wanted something from me but was too nervous to ask and too afraid I'd say no. Desperate. I was pacing my room for a long time, thinking if I should dare risk it.

The gods must have been smiling on me, because that evening as I was having dinner with my dad he told me, "By the way, I'm going on another trip at the end of the month,"

I set my fork down. "You are?"

"Yeah. Another business thing," he sighed, "They keep having me go back and forth to New York. No one over there can get anything done without me holding their hands."

"Oh ok," I was getting anxious. My immediate thought was that I'll have the house to myself all night, Hunter and his friends can come over then and no one will bother us. We can be as loud as we want if we stayed in the basement. I was getting hard at the dinner table.

Later that night I was looking through the yearbook to see the guys that Hunter said were part of this weird pact. All of them were on the football team. Justin was shorter than Hunter but seemed just as buff. He had dark hair, tan skin, and black stubble, I had a feeling he was hairy underneath his uniform. Max was cute, not as hot as the others face wise which was round and boyish, but he had dreamy brown hair and dimples in his smile. Pete was taller and a bit more lanky, but he had a strong looking jaw and cute wavy red hair. Then there was Ryan. Ryan looked like a beast. Tall, large, thick, he had messy dirty blond hair and a beard, and his arms were very hairy. In pictures, I could see chest hair poking out of his wrestling singlet. His balls and ass had to be like a forest.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't think anyone else would believe it either. That jocks from our school's football team, who all had girlfriends, wanted to come together to gangbang one of the school's gay kids. As cool as my school was with me being gay, I don't think kids would handle the jocks acting this way as well. And if word got out to other schools, they'd be the laughing stalk. And of course, I could always rat them out, and if they were trying to prank me I would get sympathy from people who would get angry at them over homophobia. Stretching this logic even farther, they could be barred from graduating with everyone else. I couldn't think this was some prank. They had more to lose than me.

And they were desperate. Like...he was waiting impatiently for me to say yes. They'd do anything I want to make sure I say yes. I was smiling ear to ear laying in bed. I could make their fantasy become my fantasy.

I called Hunter again. He picked up, "Hello?" he muttered.

"Hey, it's me."

"Oh, hey," His voice went low, "What's up? What are you thinking?"

"Well," I took a breath, "My dad is going to be out of town Friday. Not next Friday, but the week after. We've got a new TV in the basement so you guys can watch whatever, and yeah we'd be completely alone."

Hunter let out a little laugh, "Yeah that's, ok good yeah that would make things easy. So, you're in?"

"I have some rules of my own." I said, "Before I say yes to this."

"Sure thing man," but he sounded uncertain, "what would you want?"

"Ok...first," I thought this out beforehand, I whispered into the phone "I get to lick your asses."

"Uh," he sounded like he was against a wall, "I don't know dude I don't think everyone's gonna be on board with that,"

"If I am going to do this I want to try it at least once." I was firm on that.

Silence. Then, "...ok fine I'll talk to them, but for now I'll promise that I will let you do that to me."

My heart was fluttering. I would be perfectly alright with only Hunter's ass sitting on my tongue.

"Ok, another rule," I decided to go with the easier one, "I know you said that you guys don't want to think of me as a guy...but you're allowed to call me fag or faggot at any time. If that comes to mind and turns you on, I won't be mad if you call me that."

"Huh...ok," He seemed indifferent, "I, uh, yeah I don't know but sure I'll tell them."

"Last," I needed to stay confident, "I got your nude. Very nice. I need nudes from the others. Front and back."

"Ok wait," I knew that would cross a line but I was sticking with it, "They're def not gonna want to do that,"

"Full disclosure, I'm still a virgin," I whispered, "So I need to know if I can handle you guys." The other big reason was because I wanted to know what I would get to look forward to.

"...can't we just go slow when we get there?" He asked, "Like, we'll go really slow, you do what's comfortable,"

"I want to see before I say yes." and I added, "None of them have to show me pics with their faces in it. They can just send whatever dick pics they already carry on their phones. Plus a quick shot of their asses. That's all."

A pause. Then, "Fine. But now we have more rules for you to follow."

I couldn't believe what was going on. I was negotiating with the quarterback over nudes and sex acts. This felt so surreal. But I said, "I'm listening."

He whispered, "Ok so you remember I said you have to swallow all of our cum,"

"Yeah," my dick twitched at that reminder.

"Ok. We also like it when girls lick our balls. So you have to do that too."

"Sure," sounded easy so far.

"Next, you have to serve us food and beer."

"Food?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's right. You have to provide us pizza and snacks. We'll bring the beer but when we want it you're going to get it for us. Part of how you are serving us. Alright?"

That didn't seem like a big deal. "Ok, I'll do that."

"Great. Last one." he took a deep breath, "Ok...so one thing we've talked about always wanting but never getting is morning wood blowjobs. And being woken up with a blowjob. We usually sleep in closer to 11 on the weekends. So at 10 in the morning you have to wake up before us and blow us all awake. Each one of us. Understand?"

I was throbbing now. "...ok."

"Awesome." then he said, "...one more thing,"

"More?" now I was feeling a bit overwhelmed,

"Not that big of a deal. But remember when I said you suck us off whenever we want? You can't say no to us. You can say no about like...I don't know what but if someone asks you to do something else you don't want to do then fine you can say no. But when it comes to blowing, the whole point is that your mouth is always ready for us and never closes. Alright?"

That sounded intense. But at the same time, I had already expected to be blowing them all night as they wanted me to. I just wasn't sure how I felt about not having the option to say no. So I added, "Only if I'm allowed to take breaks. Like, if someone says they want one, I can choose to take a quick five minute break before I do it. Ok?"

"Deal."

It was dark in my bedroom, and he was silent over the line.

"So...does this mean you'll do it?"

My body was shaking. "...y-yeah. I'll be your suckhole."

"You're fucking awesome man." he whispered, "After this you're gonna be like...we're gonna be tight, you know? We'll invite you to the best prom after-parties."

I laughed, "Ok,"

"I'll tell the others what we talked about."

Then we hung up. My face was burning hot and my body was still trembling. I couldn't control myself. My cock was rock hard. I lay back, trying to relax, but my nerves were shot and my hand was shaking over my throbbing dick. It's going to happen. In two weeks, I'm going to be their personal suckhole.