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Markie the Cocksucker (tt, oral, anal, group)
by Saeboy (saeboy@hotmail.com)
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At some point in my freshman year of high school, I took on the name
cocksucker. It's what all the guys called me, and though admittedly I
knew I was or at least wanted to be a cocksucker, at that time, I'd
never had the pleasure of feeling a throbbing cock in my mouth. I
couldn't shake the nickname despite my vehement denial of being one,
so at some point, acknowledging my desires, I decided that if I
couldn't beat them, I'd at least live up to my nickname.
In the boys' gym, I began carving a hole through the partition between
two of the toilet stalls. I now know that these are called
gloryholes, but at the time, I just knew I needed a way for the guy on
the other side to feed his cock over to me. I spent my entire gym
class each day working on the hole. The coach hated me anyway so when
I appeared for roll call each day then disappeared, if he noticed, he
didn't care. The process of carving out the hole gave me an erection
every day and I had to beat my cock off before I could go to the next
class. The prospect alone of what would come sticking through that
hole was enough to get me off.
After a couple of weeks, the hole was almost done. I'd snuck some
sandpaper from home in my bookbag and had brought it to school with me
and was putting the final touches on the perimeter of the hole when I
heard the gym class come in and head for the showers. Another student
entered the stall next to me and I tried to glance over as he lowered
his gym shorts and sat on the toilet. I was very nervous, but I
managed to catch a glimpse of his cock. It was kind of fat and the
pubic hair nestled above it was still growing in. Now that I had my
hole, I wasn't really sure how to proceed to get the boys to stick
their peter through it so that I could taste my first cock. The term
"cocksucker" kept floating through my head. For a moment, I thought
perhaps I was making a big mistake. Maybe the nickname would go away
if I just ignored them. But, of course, it was well into the third
month of the school term and there were very few guys in the school
who didn't call me that. My frustration growing, and the sight of my
classmates cock on the other side of the partition sent me into a
frenzy. My cock had been hard while I was sanding down the hole, so I
took hold of it and began to furiously beat it. I guess the sound of
my cock slapping into my hand caused some curiosity from the boy next
door.
I saw his eye come up to the hole and peer through. I recognized him
as Johnny Riverton. Johnny was a freshman too. I think he was on the
basketball team and was fairly good looking. After his head moved
back, I leaned forward to see if he was leaving and was surprised to
see that his fat cock had become pretty long and was standing up. I
decided there was no time like the present, so I got on my knees in
front of the hole and put my mouth to it and lipped my licks, hoping
that he would understand that I wanted to taste his cock.
After doing this for a few seconds, I backed away from the hole so I
could see if my motions had been noticed. I was immediately met with
Johnny's cock coming through my creation. At first, I wrapped my hand
around it, surprised at its girth and warmth and rigidness.
I'd never held another boy's cock and Johnny's dick was certainly
larger than my own, so I admired it and squeezed it and noticed that
my hand alone was sending shivers through the boy on the other side of
the wall. I noticed a glistening drop of cum bubbling up from the
head of his dick, and realizing that I was about to make my reputation
real, I stuck out my tongue and licked the drop from his cock. The
taste and the smell of his cock drove me wild. I began licking his
cock and finally got up the nerve to put it in my mouth. I bobbed my
head up and down on his shaft a few times and realized he was trying
to pull it back through the hole. It was then that I realized that my
teeth were probably grazing his cock and hurting him so I did
everything I could to avoid that and soon he was slamming his body
against the wall, trying to ram his cock deeper into my throat.
It only took a few minutes and looking back, I guess I should have
seen that he was getting ready to cum in my mouth. I noticed that his
cock got even harder in my mouth and his nuts which I had been rubbing
in my hand began to draw up. There was a noticeable throbbing along
the underside of his cock and then I felt his warm wetness begin to
fill my mouth. His cock was filling my mouth with his tangy spunk and
I thought I was going to drown on it. I started to pull off and let
him shoot the remainder, but I instantly realized that it would
probably shoot all over my clothes, so I clamped down on his cock and
did everything I could to swallow his load. At first the taste was
kind of strange, but
I liked the thickness of it and the tangy saltiness. When his cock
was through pumping, he quickly withdrew it and scampered out of the
toilet area towards the showers. I fell back against the toilet, my
mind reeling from what had just occurred. Johnny's jizz was still
romping around on my tongue, I could still smell his cock and balls
and as I glanced down at my own prick, it was covered in my semen.
Somehow, in the process of being so involved in his dick, I had shot
my own load. I quickly cleaned up and got ready for my lunch period.
That night, lying in my bed, I relived the scene in my head as I
jacked off again, hoping that fat-cocked Johnny would remember the
sensation of what was probably his first blowjob and come back to the
toilets tomorrow for a repeat. If I only ever sucked his dick through
that hole, it would be enough for me. I wanted to taste his spunk
again, knowing that the next time, I would be more confidant in my
ability to take his full load and I would be able to savor the taste
even longer. My cock exploded in my hand as the images swept through
my head again.
The next day at school, I had a raging hard-on through my first two
classes. I couldn't wait to get to gym which was my third class.
Like all of the boys, I changed into gym clothes, noticing the other
cocks on the boys as they slid into their jockstraps. I wondered if
I'd taste any of those cocks today. I appeared outside for roll call
and calisthenics, then as we broke into groups for some sport that I
didn't even know we were playing, I started back towards the
gymnasium. Coach was oblivious, but I thought I saw Johnny noticing
me leaving the playground. Once in the lockerroom, I raced for my
stall and took my position. A few minutes later, I heard the creak of
the outside door and knew someone else had entered the gym. Moments
later, the door to the adjoining stall opened and my heart began to
pound. I quickly leaned forward to see who it was, but the cock was
already being freed from the confines of its jockstrap and was pushed
through the hole towards me. I immediately recognized Johnny's cock,
even in its flaccid state. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips
around his growing erection.
I know I did a much better job on it the second time. Without anyone
else in the lockerroom, Johnny moaned and thrashed against the
partition as my tongue danced over his cock. It only took four or
five minutes before he started unloading his spunk for me. The force
of the jets of cum splashed it deep into my throat and against the
roof of my mouth. I relaxed and drank it all in, loving the flavor
and the smell. Johnny again withdrew and pulled up his gym shorts and
moments later I heard the door creak again as he went back to the
playing field.
I sat back up on the toilet and rolled my cock around in my hand as I
felt the aftertaste of Johnny in my mouth. I was surprised when a few
seconds later I heard the gym door creak yet again. Class wasn't
anywhere close to over, it couldn't be time. But I heard only one
pair of sneakers on the tiled floor, moving through the shower area,
back towards me, towards the toilets.
The stall door next to me again swung open and someone stepped in.
Surely Johnny couldn't get another erection going that quickly! I
leaned forward and glanced through the hole. I couldn't see his face,
but I recognized the jersey covering his torso. It was Brad Wallace,
Johnny's best friend. Brad was only a freshman also, but he'd made
first string on the football team already. He was tall and lean and
played running back I think, or tight end or something like that.
Anyway, he was a major asshole, always called me a cocksucker, and was
devastatingly hunky.
I got down on my knees in front of the hole and moved my mouth to it
so Brad could see me lick my lips. When I looked again, Brad was
rubbing the growing bulge in his jockstrap. I couldn't take my eyes
off of it. I licked my lips again, hoping he'd noticed. I knew he
had when he stood and moved his pouch-covered cock up to the hole. I
shoved my nose up against it, drinking in the aroma of his sweaty
crotch. Over come with lust, my fingers dove into the fabric and
pulled them aside, freeing the monster that lied within.
Brad's cock was not as thick as Johnny's, but what it lacked in girth,
it more than made up for in length. It was probably about nine
inches, very smooth, not veiny, with a big purple crowned head. I
pulled his nuts free of the jock too and they were large and hairless.
They hung nicely against the partition as I took Brad's dick into my
mouth. He felt very nice in my throat, though the length of his dick
was problematic. I tried to control my gag reflexes and had moderate
success.
Then Brad surprised me. He said "that's you over there ain't it
cocksucker?". I didn't know what to do so I kept sucking his dick.
Brad continued, "just pull on my nuts a little if that's you". So I
did, and Brad laughed. "Knew it was you you little cocksucker, suck
my fucking cock you cum guzzler." I hated Brad for belittling me, but
his nasty talk was turning me on even more and I could have sworn that
his cock grew even more erect and a bit longer.
"If you want me to pump your little mouth full of my hot cum
cocksucker, pull on my nuts again." I complied and within seconds,
Brad answered, "here it is boy, drink it up", and the warm salty jizz
flooded my mouth. I greedily drank the football stud's cum, savoring
the nuances and noticing that his cum tasted wilder than Johnny's. I
was surprised there was a difference, even if it was somewhat subtle.
As Brad got dressed, he whispered through the hole, "good job
cocksucker, always knew you could do it". And with that he was gone.
As I finished beating my own cock off, I wondered if every boy's cum
tasted slightly different. I wanted to sample each one, almost as if
I was on a search for the finest and rarest of wines. Which vintage
of cum would be the best?
The next day, I passed Johnny and Brad once in the halls that morning.
Brad actually slapped a hand against my back as he passed me and
instead of his usual "hey cocksucker" which was said loudly enough for
everyone in the hall to hear, he said "hey Markie-boy" in a normal
tone and continued down the hall with his football buds. I was
delirious. At least with two of the guys, my actually becoming a
cocksucker had stopped them from calling me that. I could hardly wait
for third period to see if my suck buddies came back for more. Not
only did I suck off Johnny and Brad again that third day, but
apparently Johnny said something to his basketball buddy Kyle
Stephens. Kyle wasn't even in our gym class, but shortly after Brad
had shot his load in my mouth, the door swung open again and in strode
Kyle. Kyle didn't mess around, he just dropped his bookbag on the
floor and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his rigid seven-incher and
shoved it through the hole. In about three minutes, I had Kyle
shooting his load on my tongue. Yet again, the flavor was slightly
different. Kyle's was saltier than Johnny's or Brad's. In fourth
period, instead of doing my
English, I started a little cocksucking journal, notating who I'd
sucked off each day so far, and jotting down the dimension and
characteristics of their cocks as well as the flavors of their cum.
Not only did seeing it in writing make me hard again, but I thought to
myself this might be really good ammunition if any of these assholes
ever did get in my face.
On Friday, the fourth day of my gloryhole being "open" for service, I
drank the jizz of Johnny, Brad, Kyle (my loyal repeat customers) and
also of Jules McWhirter. I think Jules kind of stumbled in by
accident. He was a brainy kid, but cute in a nerdy way. Though his
dick became hard when he realized I was watching him, I practically
had to reach through the hole and grab towards it for him to figure it
out. He finally did though and his six-incher soon pumped yet a
fourth vintage of jizz onto my tongue. Jules' was very tangy and not
as thick as the others'. In fourth period, I updated my journal and
noted sadly that it was Friday and my cum-tasting would have to end
for the weekend.
By the end of the second week, I had added considerable data to my
journal. I began skipping my lunch period right after gym so that I
could suck even more cocks and when there wasn't a cock for me to
suck, I worked on drilling a hole in the partition to the next stall,
hoping that one day soon, I'd have two cocks at a time begging for my
mouth. By Friday of that week, I'd sucked thirty five cocks in a
week. Some of them were my loyal customers, and a couple of them I
didn't get a good enough view of the guys to identify them, but I
noted enough characteristics in my journal so that I recognized them
when they subsequently came back for more.
I decided that Sam Worsten's cum tasted the best so far. It was
slightly salty, slightly tangy, and wild enough that I orgasmed the
moment his hot eight-incher spunked all over my tongue. I liked his
dick the best too. It's nice length and fair girth was perfect for
sucking and though I'd first sucked him off on Wednesday, he came back
again on Thursday and Friday for repeats. I blew my load each time he
came in my mouth. Sam was on the football team too so I assumed Brad
had told him about my services. I think Sam was the quarterback, but
I wasn't sure since I didn't keep up too much with the high school
sports.
The amount of guys who now called me cocksucker in the halls had
dwindled to a handful. On Thursday, the stall was so busy that that
afternoon, Brad passed me in the hall and after the regular slap on
the back and his "hey Markie-boy", he added, "missed you in gym today
buddy" with a wink. "Anytime you want Brad", I shocked him by
responding. His friends continued down the hall as Brad stopped full.
He turned around and came over to my locker and whispered, "I've got
football practice this afternoon, meet you in the regular place around
4:30 if you can stay after school". "No problem", I responded, by
dick beginning to twitch at the prospect of tasting Brad's cock after
it had had a full workout in his football pads.
When school was over, I went to my lockers and got the books I needed
for my homework, then walked over to the gym. I went into the toilets
as I noticed the football team dressing into their uniforms for
practice. It was the beefiest group of studs I had seen to date.
Much better than my third period gym class of guys.
Our scheduled meeting time came and went and I'd about given up
figuring Brad was unable to pull away from practice when the stall
door opened. I knew it was Brad by the number on his shirt, I'd
noticed him dressing in it earlier. He moved his crotch to the hole
and began untying the football pants. The sight of those laces
intertwined in front of his bulge was enough to give me an instant
erection. He finally managed to loosen all the pads and free his
cock. My tongue was anxiously darting in and out of the hole, urging
him to quickly feed me his cock. The moment that it first poked
through, the aroma was overwhelming. Here was a very ripe dick, thick
with sweat and the smell of his hot balls. At first, it seemed a
little overpowering, but as my mouth began working his rod, the aroma
wafting up from his nuts made me crazy. I sucked him long and hard,
wanting more desperately than ever to feel his long prick unload the
jizz into my mouth that those hot nuts had been percolating all
through football practice. Brad rewarded me nicely for my efforts.
Maybe because he hadn't gotten blown earlier that day, his load seemed
bigger than in the past.
And it was far tangier than it usually was. It made me really hungry
for cum so after he'd unleashed in my mouth, I shot my own load in my
hand and ate it too. Of course, all of this was noted in my journal
on the way home.
Friday, I sucked another twelve guys during third period and lunch and
then being decidedly hooked on sucking dicks, I decided to skip fifth
period as my teacher never took roll and went back to the gym. I only
got to suck another two dicks during fifth period. I guess no one was
used to me being there then. One of them, however, was Scott Weston.
Scott's dick was the largest I'd seen.
It was probably about ten and a half inches and fairly thick. I had a
hard time fitting very much of it in my mouth, but I did my best and
it must have been good enough because I got a good taste of his cum
when it erupted onto my tongue. During sixth period, I updated my
journal to reflect this, then decided to stay for football practice
again. The season was still a few weeks away so instead of the normal
Friday night game, the team had a short practice on Friday afternoons.
Brad saw me enter the gym so I wasn't surprised when he showed up a
bit later and again began to unravel the lace up the front of his
football pants. In the meantime, I'd made considerable progress on
the other gloryhole. It was almost finished.
I sucked Brad again and once again, the strong aroma and the tanginess
of his spunk was different from when I'd sucked him earlier in the
day. I loved it. Shortly after Brad left, I was gathering my books
when the stall door on the other side opened, and I saw fingers
rapidly unlacing another set of football pants. I couldn't tell who
it was, but when the big cock came flopping out of the confining
jockstrap, I quickly knew that it was Scott. I didn't even know he
was on the football team, but I did now. I serviced him for the
second time that day, noticing that his spunk also tasted a bit
tangier than it had during fifth period. As I updated my journal on
the way home, I arrived at the scientific conclusion that the
tanginess of jizz is directly related to the heat of the nuts prior to
ejaculation. Throughout the whole weekend, my dick constantly ached
as I thought about further proving my theorem during the next school
week.
The next week, I skipped every lunch period and skipped my fifth
period class twice, and went to the toilets three times during
football practice. By the end of the week, according to my journal,
I'd given 82 blowjobs to 26 different dicks, two of which were new and
belonged to other guys on the football team.
Apparently word was getting around practice. I was very proud of my
accomplishments that week. I really was a cocksucker now, full
fledged and unapologetic. Twice during the week, I'd had two cocks
pushed into my stall through the two gloryholes, each one throbbing
and waiting to be drained. I mainly took turns going back and forth
so that one wouldn't get frustrated and leave. Eventually, they shot
their loads into my greedy little mouth.
By Wednesday of the fourth week of my cocksucking journal, I was up to
56 blowjobs by the end of the day, two ahead of where I was the week
before. It looked like I was going to break my prior week's record,
so this gave me even more incentive and whereas I needed to go home
and do some homework, I again decided to stay after school during
football practice, hoping I'd get to add a few more cocks to my count.
I was in my regular station, stroking my overworked dick, hoping that
Brad and Scott at least would come in for a quick cum, when I heard
the stall door open and caught a glimpse of someone entering.
I took a quick glimpse and my heart leapt up into my throat. It was
the coach. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and made sounds like I
was finishing taking a crap, then flushed the toilet. When I bent
forwards to grab my pants to pull them up, coach's cock came through
the hole. I couldn't believe it. It was big and really hairy and
very mean looking. Unlike most of the cocks I'd sucked, his was
uncut, the foreskin slowly sliding back off the head as his cock got
harder. The head of his dick was dark purple and fairly glistening as
the skin withdrew. It truly did look very evil. I was scared of this
cock, and scared of sucking off the coach. But the thought of adding
the coach to my journal seemed to good to be true. Then I really
would have ammunition, especially if someone tried to cover up my
precious gloryholes, I could go to coach and beg for his help, and
threaten him with exposure if I had to to get him to cooperate. As
this thought raced through my mind, I found myself on my knees, that
big moist purple one-eyed monster staring me straight in the face. I
parted my lips, took hold of that monster by the base and peeled the
remaining skin from the head and took the coach's cock into my mouth.
The taste and smell of his dick were very different from the boys I'd
sucked off. The only way I could describe it at the time was that it
was manlier, more pungent, meatier. And the coach wasn't just happy
with a blowjob. The boys would stick their cocks through and leave
them there for me to work over. The coach kept pulling his cock out
and at first I thought maybe I was teething him like I had done to
some of the boys when I was first learning. But I knew I hadn't so it
finally occurred to me to put my mouth up to the hole and the coach
liked that. He started fucking my face, him being in control of the
in and out instead of me being in control of the on and off so to
speak. He would pull his fat cock out of my mouth until only just the
tip of it rested on my bottom lip, then he would throw his entire body
against the wall, shoving that mean monster deep into my throat. This
went on for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Despite all of my
cocksucking experience gained in a very short timeframe, this one was
tiring me out. My jaw ached and I was having a hard time working up
enough spit to lubricate his big dick as it assaulted my throat. But
I couldn't stop. I couldn't have the coach pissed at me, no telling
what he might do. So I took him. I kept allowing that fat hairy cock
to slide deep into my gullet until it finally drove there one last
time and pumped a dozen squirts of thick cream into my throat.
I could almost feel it slowly oozing its way down towards my stomach.
I never even got to really taste it his cock was buried so deep, but
when he pulled out, I flicked my tongue over the head to clean him off
and get a taste of the coach's jizz. It was almost a musky flavor,
like hickory or something. Very hard to explain, but I tried my best
to put it into words for my journal.
The next day, Thursday, coach pulled me aside when I came in for gym.
I was very nervous. He told me to go to his office. Once there, he
came in and said that we needed to reach an understanding which we
quickly did. I agreed not to tell anyone about my hobby and he agreed
to let me do it in the gym, feigning ignorance that one after another,
student after student, took turns going to the toilet all during gym
class. He also excused me from dressing out and calisthenics so it
worked great. I now just went straight to my toilet at the beginning
of third period and stayed there during my lunch period. It added a
good ten minutes to my cocksucking day and usually one of my regulars
like Johnny or Brad would take advantage of this by getting to me
before all the other boys.
As much as I loved being the school's cum bucket, I was having more
and more extravagant fantasies at night when I returned home from a
hard day of cocksucking at school. I wanted to be surrounded by dicks
of all shapes and sizes, each pumping their thick white fluid all over
me and into my mouth. I was even starting to wonder what it would be
like to have one of the guys pump his load into my asshole. I
wondered if I could feel the jizz running down the insides of my ass.
I fingered my hole as I'd done for some time as I jacked my cock,
thinking about Scott's massive cock being buried deep in my ass.
The next day, Friday, I sucked a record twenty cocks in one day. I
was worried that I was becoming too cum dependent and that I'd become
addicted to it like heroin or something, but when a cock wasn't
draining some thick jizz in my mouth, I found myself preoccupied with
the thought of one doing just that. Of course, to do twenty in one
day, I'd stayed for football practice again, and had done a record six
football players during practice. As I was getting ready to leave,
the lockerroom mostly being empty by now, the coach stopped me once
again. He said that the regular season started next week and that
they needed a waterboy for the team and asked if I wanted to do it.
The thought of sitting on that bench and squirting liquids into the
mouths of my sources of cum immediately sent a tingle through my tired
prick. "Hell yes" I responded.
So the next week, I gave a record 91 blowjobs to 38 different cocks.
The number of guys in school that I couldn't identify by their cock
alone was rapidly shrinking. Friday night, after going home to change
(one guy had jizzed a lot that day and it had run down my shirt), I
went back up to school for the game. I had a good time, watching the
guys beat the heck out of the opposing team. Whenever someone would
come in off the field, I'd meet them at the bench and spray gatorade
into their mouths, watching their tongues greedily lap it up, hoping
it was replacing their fluids so that their dicks could pump more jism
onto my tongue in the same way. Occasionally, one of the players
would pat my ass or flick me with the end of the towel and this always
gave me an instant erection. We won the game and as the stadium
emptied, the team moved into the lockerroom. During the game, I'd
counted seventeen of the team that I knew I'd given blowjobs to and
there were two others that I was pretty sure I had.
In the lockerroom, the coach gave a little congratulations speech to
the team, then warned them not to get cocky cause next week was a
brand new game. Of course, the image of the whole team getting cocky
was exactly what was flashing through my mind. As the coach went into
his office, knowing there was nothing further for me to do, I went to
my favorite stall, hoping some of the guys would want to relieve some
pressure. In no time at all, I recognized Brad's cock come sliding
through one of the holes. He'd scored two touchdowns in the game so I
guess he felt like he deserved a good suck. I began working his cock
and had just become very excited when it disappeared. I knew he
hadn't cum. I couldn't figure out what was the matter, then I heard a
knocking on my stall door. My heart nearly floated away, the thought
of watching Brad's face as I sucked the hot juice from his prick. I
unlocked the door and there stood Brad, buck naked, his muscles
rippling and sweat pouring down his body, his long hard cock bobbing
in front of him. But instead of entering the stall like I expected,
Brad grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my stall. No No NO, this
wasn't right, I wanted to suck dick in my stall, what was this asshole
doing.
Then I realized he was dragging me towards the showers. I could see
the jets of steam billowing out of the entrance as two other team
members walked into the showers ahead of us, laughing at Brad pulling
me in. Brad threw me into the middle of the showerroom. The steam
was so heavy, I could hardly see, but of course could make out images
of bodies all around me. My clothes were immediately soaked and I was
almost ready to cry. After all I'd done for Brad, I couldn't believe
he was going to humiliate me like this.
I found my feet and stood, planning to run from this scene and never
return to the school again. But as I took the first step, my face ran
smack into one of Brad's tits. As I tried to focus on what was in
front of me, I felt Brad's two strong hands grab my head and lead my
tongue to his tit. It was a gorgeous pec, the tit erect and standing
out from the firm muscle. Allowing myself some pleasure out of this
spectacle, I took a little lick and bit it slightly. Then Brad's
strong hands pushed my head lower, until fearing my neck would snap, I
lowered myself onto my knees and once again, there was Brad's aching
boner. At the sight of his cock, I gave in and to my surprise, Brad
released my head.
"Hey guys", Brad said, "I'll think you'll all agree that we wouldn't
have been near as relaxed and ready for our game tonight if it weren't
for Markie-boy here, so let's reward him for his services". A
triumphant yell filled the shower, then, out of the mist poked one
hard cock after another. I was surrounded by thirty-five hard cocks,
of varying shapes and sizes, each one begging to blow a load.
I searched for Scott's which wasn't hard to do, it was the largest in
the group. As soon as I'd eyed it, I lunged. The whole team laughed
and I heard Brad say "goddamn little cocksucker, ain't that just like
him diving for the biggest dick first!". Scott began to fuck my face
as the team watched. I grabbed a cock in each of my hands and milked
them as Scott's sweaty tool continued fucking my face. When Scott
came, he withdrew his long tool from my mouth and shot his huge load
all over my face. As his hot jettisons of cum erupted onto my face
and hair, it seemed to drive the rest of the team to a new level of
frenzy. I reached up and scooped the jizz away from my eyes and ate
it, my tongue flicking around my lips looking for any other puddles of
cum within licking distance. When I opened my eyes, the steam had
cleared; someone had turned off all the showers. There were still 35
dicks surrounding me in a circle and before I could really catch my
balance from the dizzying blowjob I'd just given the quarterback,
hands swooped me up off the floor and in seconds, my clothes were in
shreds on the floor of the showerroom. Then the assault began.
With one stud each holding an arm or a leg, I found myself naked,
suspended in mid-air. With no one to support my head, it fell
backwards, turning the world upside down for me. I now saw bobbing
dicks that seemed to defy gravity. One stepped immediately in front
of my face and slid down my throat. As I concentrated on not
suffocating (dicks can go much further down your throat when you're
upside down!), I felt hands on my asshole and since I couldn't protest
very well, I felt someone's gargantuan cock prying at my virgin hole.
It wasn't a virgin for long though. With one rough plunge, he entered
me and my world turned to black. With the dick deep down my throat, I
could not scream nor get air and the dick in my ass had just split me
open, so I think I momentarily passed out, ready to meet my maker. As
I slowly regained consciousness, my position had not changed. The
dick was still plunging into my face and the bigger dick was certainly
still plunging into my ass, but instead of mind-numbing pain, my ass
was delivering mind-numbing pleasure and I realized that my dick was
hard and pointing straight up. What little I could see with
peripheral vision consisted of other hunky football players stroking
their meat, anxious to get at one of my two holes.
I could feel cum dripping out of my ass as the player withdrew his
cock each thrust. I assumed that I'd been unconscious through at
least one fuck. But this one I felt as the cock expanded and he drove
it deep in me, washing my gut in hot sticky cum. At the same time,
the facefucker also poured pulse after pulse of cream into my mouth
and I did my best to swallow. Those two cocks were quickly replaced
with others and my swinging by the limbs began anew. This went on for
what seemed hours. I know every dick on the team either came in my
ass or poured it down my throat and I suspect a few of them did twice.
I know the majority of the guys came at least twice because many came
on my chest while the other guys were fucking my face or ass. By the
time the team was tired of me and I was lowered to the floor, I had no
feelings in my extremities. My body was one big sticky mess. I could
feel the gallons of cum leaking out of my ass and I knew my hair was
thickly matted from all the jizz that I couldn't swallow fast enough.
But there was to be one final surprise of the evening.
Brad, his cock still semi-erect, said "hey guys, we've abused the hell
out of poor Markie yet again, don't you think someone should be
responsible for getting the water boy off?".
"Yeah!!!", they all cried in unison.
"Okay Markie-boy", Brad continued, "player of your choosing has to do
whatever you say, that's your reward. The rest of us will stick
around to make sure he delivers."
My mind was swirling, but my dick was aching from being hard for so
long. Finally, it occurred to me. "Okay", I mumbled, "let's see the
quarterback eat my cock then lick me completely clean".
Scott began to back out of the circle, but the other players closed in
on him and forced him forward and onto his knees. He fought them a
little longer until they'd pushed his head down to my cock and slowly,
his mouth enveloped my dick. The mere sight of the big-dicked
quarterback sucking my cock in front of the rest of the team sent me
into orbit. The team began all beating their meat again and Scott,
though he'd never admit it, seemed to be getting into the feel of my
cock in his mouth. I'd never felt anything so sweet. After about the
first five players had blown yet another load onto my stomach, I
couldn't take it anymore. With both hands I grabbed Scott's head and
buried my eight inches in his throat and drowned him in cum. By the
time I'd stopped cumming, another five or six guys had blown another
load on me. Scott released my dick and with cum oozing out of the
side of his mouth, looked up at my torso and the huge puddles of jizz
that await his cleaning tongue. He began to lick it up and as he
cleared each small bit away, another player would step up and unleash
white-hot jets of jizz to replace the ones Scott had eaten. It took
him at least half an hour to lick me completely clean and in doing so,
he swallowed some of the jizz of everyone of his teammates. This of
course, made me hard again, so while we were all showering off, I
dumped another load on the showerroom floor.
I secretly hoped that football season was a very long one!!
By the end of my freshman year, my journal counted over two thousand
blow jobs and over 220 guys. I got fucked at least a hundred times.
I'm sure I missed some of the counts when we had our mass gang-bangs
in the lockerroom. Oh yeah, once football season ended, I was
immediately nabbed as waterboy for the basketball and baseball teams
too. I sucked the coach off several more times that year and once he
fucked me through one gloryhole while I sucked off a senior who was
particularly well endowed. Apparently the coach also had a few
teacher friends who enjoyed fellatio cause I gave blowjobs to an
English teacher and a math teacher too.
I was very disappointed as the school year drew to a close. But then
I had to go to summer school because I failed my fifth period class
because I'd missed so much of it when I was sucking cock. Of course,
I missed a lot of summer school too from sucking cock. The variety
and quantity weren't the same as during the school year, but it was
still hot fresh cum for my eager tongue to lap up, so I did.
By now of course, you think I'm a complete slut, which I am. But this
was just my freshman year. The year between ninth and tenth grade, I
matured considerably and to my surprise, I was one of the hunkiest
guys on campus when I returned for my sophomore year. I got even more
dick then. I became very popular to invite to parties, where I was
more than happy to take over one bedroom and service all the horny
guys whose girlfriends were teasing them but never putting out. At
times, I had them lined up four or five deep, waiting for their turn
to unload in my mouth. I was way too busy sucking off the entire
school that year to maintain my journal, but I think one day in math
class I got kinda bored so I turned the homework into dicks and
estimated that I gave at least 3,000 blowjobs that year. There was
literally only a handful of guys in the whole school that I didn't
know intimate details about their cock. No one called me names
anymore, I was simply looked on as a very valuable resource, because
let's face it, teenage guys are ALWAYS horny and never have enough
avenues to release all that built up tension and cum. I was happy to
be a release valve for them.
I continued being a slut my junior and senior years too, although by
then, a few other guys in my class, encouraged by the way I was
treated, also came out of the closet and so I had a little more
competition. But the number of blowjobs and fucks kept climbing.
There were many days that I called in sick to school and spent the
whole day in the gym toilet. I sucked dicks from the beginning of the
school day all the way to the end, many times two at once. But
despite the number of increasing cocks, I managed to get my grades up.
I was noticing that increasingly I only became excited when I was
sucking off a senior or a teacher. I was tiring of the just
blossoming dicks, I wanted the ones that manufactured good heady thick
man-cum. I was looking forward to college and I got my grades up so
that I could suck some Ivy League dick. I wanted that
twenty-something kind of cum in my mouth. Oh yeah, and I was voted
"most likely to suckseed" in my senior year. That's exactly how they
printed it in the yearbook.
So when I got to college, nah, that's a whole 'nother story.
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