Suckhole

It was so hard to relax the next two weeks. Mainly because I'd received all their nudes by that weekend.

Hunter had already sent me the first pic. The next text was of his butt. Round, smooth. It was worth saying I wanted to rim them all because even if the rest say no, at least Hunter was offering his ass to me. Taking one for the team maybe. I've always wanted to feel a man's ass over my face.

The others didn't show their faces or even talk to me. I assumed that they were all kind of annoyed that they were giving pics out. But considering all I was agreeing to do for them, this seemed like a small price to pay. I could easily guess who was who. The first pic sent to me was of a guy with a thin, toned body, smooth balls, and a really cute butt. Perky cheeks. An average sized thick cock. I had no idea who it could belong to. The next pics came from Pete, I knew because he had a trimmed fiery red bush. His dick was pretty long. I was afraid of having to take it down my throat. He had a toned butt. Justin, Ryan, and Max were left, so I guessed the first pic was Max.

Justin's skin was tan, of course, and he had black public hair and black hair on his legs. His ass was lightly sprinkled with hair as well. It made my mouth water. Then, the very last pics came from Ryan. He had a hairy gut, and hairy balls. His dick was the smallest of the group, so I looked forward to it the most. Would probably be much easier to take down all the way. The ass pic he sent me was over the shoulder, and I saw two fuzzy cheeks at the end of his hairy back. My dick was drooling again. I couldn't wait to serve all of these guys.

The Saturday the week before I took the train closer into the city to find a cute underwear store to buy a jockstrap. The one I found was plain, grey pouch for my package and a black and white striped band. It made my but look really cute. I was afraid of one of them fucking my butt since I'd never done it before. I went to a sex shop to pick up lube and a douche. The clerk noticed I had the jockstrap in the bag. He could tell I was preparing for a really good night.

In school I didn't pay attention to classes for the whole week. I wasn't that engaged in friend's conversations. I tried to keep my eyes out for these guys in the halls. I saw Max and Pete at one point, but they both ignored me. I assumed they would wait for Friday to be friendly. I was way too excited. Nervous and kind of scared, because I wasn't sure how well I would do, but the situation felt so unreal, like a porn come to life.

The day before I went to the grocery store to pick up snacks. I didn't know what they'd want other than pizza so I just got chips and dip, guacamole, maybe I'd make nachos or something. I hoped it wouldn't be lame but I didn't know what else to do.

After school, Hunter texted me asking if everything was set for tomorrow. I told him yes. He said good. That was our whole conversation.

The night before I barely slept, looking at their nudes in bed and rubbing myself. In less than 24 hours I was going to know what they all tasted like. I couldn't stop shivering. And in school I was sick with anxiety. The week seemed to fly by but the day was going so slow.

After an agonizing 8 hours, I was allowed to go home. I saw my dad on his way out to the airport.

"Don't have any crazy parties while I'm gone, ok?" He winked. I was a `boring' kid. Never drank or partied. So my dad wouldn't expect much. Who knows what he'd think if he found out that, not only was I gay but I was going to be used by a group of guys in our basement. I smiled and wished him a safe trip.

Once he was gone, I felt dizzy. They would be coming over soon. I put together some bowls for chips and salsa and guac. I decided I would heat premade chicken strips in the oven instead of nachos.

Hunter was the first to arrive. Despite all of our calls and texts, I still couldn't wrap my head around him being the guy that was talking to me. He got out of his car with his tall, perfect body, his large neck, and beautiful hair. I felt so little compared to him.

"Hey man,"

"Hey..."

Only two seconds into the night and it was already painfully awkward. He shifted a bit, setting his backpack down, "So, uh, I brought some beer,"

"I'll put it in the fridge," I was more nervous now than ever. I brought the beer into the kitchen and he followed me.

"You think you're ready for tonight?" He asked, "I know, this is really weird, and kind of gross,"

"No it's," I tried to sound more confident, "It's pretty hot. Would love to help you guys out,"

He shifted uncomfortably.

"Well you can head to the basement and find whatever channel you wanna watch, uh, I'll come down when everyone's here,"

So he left and I went back to the front room. One by one, the other guys came over. Max and Pete came by together. Pete had a goofy smile and said "Thanks for, uh, hosting us dude." Max didn't say anything, and he didn't look at me. I had a feeling he was very unhappy over picking me instead of finding a girl, and for me asking for his nudes.

Then came Justin, who didn't smile or say much. He saw me and said, "Where are the others?" His voice was so deep I thought I was going to melt.

"Downstairs," and he walked passed me, dropping his backpack against my arms. I didn't know what to do with it so I left it on the sofa.

It felt like forever before Ryan finally showed up. He was also quiet, and not looking at me too much. Again I felt dwarfed by the size of these guys, especially Ryan who was the biggest. I showed him toward the basement.

Almost dizzy, I went up the stairs and took off my clothes. I had already cleaned my ass earlier, but I didn't think about what I'd do about the lube. Maybe leave it in my room? If I walked down with it, that would seem too forward. I put on the jockstrap and looked at myself in the mirror. I was happy that the strap outlined my ass and made it pop more, but I was worried that, once they saw me, they would feel turned off. It wouldn't be a big deal, honestly, if they changed their minds. I can't force them to stay. And funny enough, none of us had done something like this before. I had to fight against the awkwardness and just play the part until we got comfortable.

Lighter than air, I walked down the stairs and through my house toward the basement. I had to stop and get water and take a few breaths. I can do this. I know that behind my boyish innocence, in my heart and soul I'm a slut. I need to let my inner slut free.

When I reached the basement, I saw they'd all found spots on the sofas. All of them had taken their pants off, but still wore underwear. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, they all stared at me. Blank expressions. I didn't know what to do so I just stared back at them. My voice was caught in my throat. The game was on TV, and it was the only noise in the room.

Hunter took the lead and said, "On your knees, Suckhole."

All the nerves I had washed away, and I suddenly felt horny again. I got onto my knees and crawled across my basement carpet toward his spread legs. I could sense the others were watching me. I reached his lap. His torso was covered with a hoodie, and he had on green boxers. His thighs looked thick, and his cock was bulging under the fabric and perfectly outlined. He grabbed my head and shoved it down so my face was pressed against it.

"You feel that?" His voice was low but still dominating.

I could feel his cock throbbing against my face behind the fabric of his underwear. I was kind of afraid to speak, so I just let out an "u-huh" noise.

He pull my head up by my hair. Gently though. I looked into his eyes. He said, "Kiss it." and let go of me.

I felt their eyes on me as I lowered my head again and kissed the tip of his cock. Then, he reached into the flap of his boxers and pulled it out. It was only getting bigger. He said, "Kiss it and suck it. Just the tip though."

I obeyed. I kissed the head of his cock, and rubbed my lips over it, getting it a little wet with saliva. It was the first time I'd ever touched another guys dick. It twitched and got harder, and I kept teasing the head until it was fully erect and red and throbbing. He sighed and muttered something under his breath. Then he lightly pushed my head away.

A long strand of pre-cum still connected my lips to the tip of his cock. I watched it curve down like a spider web. His cock throbbed again and a little bit more precum dripped out, shining in the light.

I turned and saw all of the guys were mesmerized. Their leader, the top dog Hunter, had his cock drooling for me. I saw Justin started rubbing himself through his boxers.

"You want this in your mouth?" Hunter asked me. I turned back.

"Yes sir,"

"Sir? I like that." He leaned in and started rubbing my chin, "You're going to call us sir tonight, understand?"

"Yes sir,"

"Good. How bad you want my cock, Suckhole,"

"Really badly, sir," I gulped, my voice sounded so high compared to his, "I need it, sir, it's why I'm here,"

"Then go upstairs and get me a beer first." He said, and dropped his hand. Shaking, I stood up, and turned around to go upstairs. When I reached the stairs, I heard Max say, "Hey bring me one too,". And then Ryan's voice boomed, "Hey Suckhole, bring us all beers."

Oh fuck. They were all doubtful and quiet, but once Hunter got the ball rolling they were back on board. I reached the top of my stairs, my hands over my mouth, and I had to sit on the ground for a minute, back up against the counter, and take a few breaths. I licked my lips and could taste his salty precum over them. My heart was pounding into my ears. This was really happening. I looked down and saw that the pouch of my jockstrap had a dark grey spot from my own precum.

"Keep it together," I closed my eyes, "You can do this,"

I brought down five bottles of beer and a bottle opener. This time all of them were stroking themselves. Pete had also pulled his long cock out. The others still kept them in their boxers. I handed each of them a beer, starting with Ryan at the far end, and going back up to Hunter. They passed the opener around. The game went on behind me. Hunter told me to get back on my knees.

"Alright Suckhole," he said, "do your job and suck it till it's soft."

"Yes sir," And again I went down. I slowly took his head back into my mouth, and brought it down a bit, then went back up, then down some more. It was a strange sensation to fill my mouth with a guy's cock. I was only halfway down when it made me gag. I paused, moved up a bit. A lot of drool ran down his shaft. I was embarrassed by this. My first blowjob and I can't do more than half the dick. "I'm sorry sir,"

"Nope," He laughed, not looking at me, "Sloppy blowjobs full of gagging are hot. So less talking and more blowing, Suckhole. You're doing great."

I felt warm inside. I could do it, yeah. I went down again, further. I gagged, sucked on the tip, and pumped the rest of his cock with my hand. I had my hand against my lips so I could move down with it in unison, stroking the base of his dick while my mouth drooled all over it and my tongue licked the tip.

"What the hell is he doing?!" I heard Hunter cry out, annoyed. "Fuckin grab the ball!"

Oh, he was talking about the game. The others tried to follow his lead. AFter all part of what made this hot was ignoring me while they enjoyed themselves watching the game and stuff. But it was hard for them to pay attention over my gagging. I kept at it, forcing myself to go deeper, pushing with all my might against the desire to gag and spit it out. I did it once, I made a loud gagging sound and my mouth physically rejected his cock. It slipped out, still throbbing and red and wet.

"You're doing good, Suckhole," Hunter had gotten breathless, "Just take a breather and lick the tip again. I'm going to cum in another minute and you are swallowing it all, remember?"

"Yes sir," my eyes were full of tears. I sucked on the tip of his cock and rubbed the rest with my hands. When I was able to, I went back down, all the way down until his cock pushed into my throat and my nose was pressed up against his boxers. I was swallowing against it, and gagging. It hurt but it turned me on and I was able to focus on breathing through my nose.

"Oh fuck," He held my head down, and then it hit me. I felt him cum down my throat. I gagged against it, but I clenched my eyes and forced myself to fight it. I kept swallowing. I was seeing stars. His cock throbbed in my throat for another minute, then it started to get soft. Thank God. I survived my first deepthroat experience.

My body was trembling while I sucked on his cock, which was getting softer and smaller, and felt his fingers rub my hair. Finally he pulled me off, and his limp dick hit his thigh. My eyes were still red and watery, and drool came out of my lips. I looked at his face and his eyes were glazing over.

"My girlfriend can't even do that," He was breathless, "Go all the way to the base like that," His boxers were wet around the base of his cock.

I couldn't believe it. The first guy I ever blew was Hunter Grey of all people...

"Who's next?" Hunter was looking at the TV.

Despite how horny they'd gotten, I could sense a reluctance that they were still holding to. Justin cleared his throat, "Ok, my turn Suckhole."

My mouth and throat were a little sore and I felt thirsty but I remembered what I had agreed to. All night. Mouth ready at all times. I crawled passed Max and Pete. Justin had dropped his boxers, his cock flopped out. He sat back down and stroked it a bit. His thighs were hairy, and so was his crotch, though not a lot of hair. Like last time I started with the tip of his cock, tracing my tongue around it. I felt his hands on my head and he slowly pushed to lower me. I went down, taking more of his cock in my mouth but, still sensitive from Hunter, I gagged loudly really quick.

"Sorry," he murmured and let go. "Suck on my balls a bit first,"

So I scooted down between his legs towards his balls. His whole gooch area was musky. I don't think they showered before coming here. I was so turned on. I leaned in and kissed his ballsack. Then I slowly started licking it, running my tongue under it and trying to lift them, letting his balls slide off of my tongue with each lick.

"Ah fuck yeah, that's it," He sighed.

The guys started talking about the game more around me. They ignored me as I continued to lick Justin's balls. The hairs on them were tickling my skin. I then started sucking on one, not sure what to do but suck and play with them using my tongue. I switched to the next one. I kept doing that back and forth, getting my tongue all over his balls until I opened wide and took them both in my mouth at the same time. It was hard to keep my mouth open wide enough so they didn't graze my teeth. I sucked on his balls for a while, breathing through his nose the same manly stench. His cock throbbed pressed up against my nose and I looked up at it. Justin had thrown his head back.

I was relaxed now so I let his balls slip out of my mouth, shiney with spit, and I moved up to take his cock. I slid down it farther than before, using one hand to pump and the other cupped his wet balls and slid around them. He was trying to tell Max his opinions on one of the players, but his voice kept trailing off in distraction. I practiced taking him all the way down to the base of his cock, and I felt the tip poke through my throat muscles, and hot cum shoot out. I gagged and swallowed to get it all down, and he'd completely stopped talking and was just moaning a little.

Max was staring, his mouth open, and his hand around his cock. He didn't need to say anything. I crawled over and had my mouth ready for him. Slowly going down, gagging, and letting my drool run down his shaft, I was ready to milk his cock. The game went on behind me, along with comments like "they keep this up and we'll never get to the playoffs," but Max was quiet the whole time. At one point, his hips started twitching. I heard him drink beer and laugh. My tongue was lapping at the base of his shaft, and again I had opened my throat for him. Surprisingly, he came quickly, letting out a whimper. I tried not to spill any of it but I saw some drip onto his boxers. After he had gotten soft, I let his cock slip out of my mouth and then licked his underwear to clean the cum off of it.

Pete then lead me to his cock, his hand on the back of my head guiding me over. He'd pulled his boxers down a bit, and I saw the side of his pale ass on my couch. I hoped these guys wouldn't be sweating too much or I'd get in trouble. I was afraid of Pete's cock because it was the longest of them all, and I didn't think I would be able to let it go deep into my throat. I had to use my hands more with him, one hand pumping down his shaft and the other massaging his balls. I could tell that made him happy. He also came quicker than I thought, only after about five minutes. These boys were horny.

Finally I crawled over to Ryan, who seemed to be the least interested guy in the group. I wanted to please him and make him happy to be here. He looked like a giant teddy bear with his fuzzy beard and arms. His pants were off too, his thighs looked huge and were covered in hair. I'd forgotten that his dick was smaller than the others, and thought it would be a nice break maybe. He wasn't hard yet. I crawled forward and just as I was about to go down, he stopped me with his hand and said, "Keep my dick in your mouth. Don't move at all."

It sounded strange but I just nodded. He held his dick up for me and I put my mouth around it. The back of his hand shoved my face in his crotch so his flaccid dick was laying over my tongue. My nose was buried in his pubic hair. I then felt him move his legs up, his thighs squeezing either side of my face as he crossed his legs, resting his feet up on my back. I couldn't see much or move around, and I could barely breathe except to take in his crotch musk. I heard his belly gurgle a little. He let out a huge burp. The others clapped for him. I didn't know what else to do so I licked his cock. It started getting harder in my mouth. I heard him sigh. Then his dick was hard enough that it was poking at the back of my throat and made me gag. I couldn't push off and take a breath though because his legs were keeping my head down. I tried to focus on breathing through my nose as my stomach turned and his cock throbbed in my throat. Instinctively his hips twitched, using my reflexes to get off. It was strange, I guessed he'd seen something like it in porn once. Still it turned me on to have my head pressed into his body like this.

After a few minutes I felt his cock throbbing a lot and then he started to cum. "Fuck yeah," he muttered. I gagged against his cock and felt the cum coat over my tongue. I kept my lips tight around the base of his cock so it wouldn't spill, and when I was able to breathe more I swallowed it. I sniffed in his scent. He moaned as his cock went soft on my tongue. I looked up at him and saw his eyes closed, head fallen back. Without talking to me he moved his legs off my back and gently pushed me off.

I'd done it. The first blowjobs I'd ever given in my life. We'd only gone through round 1 and my throat was already aching.