This story is attached as a Word Text File, and also embedded here. It is High School.
Betrayed By a Friend
By Larry76712
Waylon and I had been friends since I was in the 9th grade and he was in the 8th -- sleeping over at each other's house, double dating and hanging out. While I thought I was straight, I soon realized that I loved Waylon. He played football and went with a girl who never put out, and who frequently cheated on him. He'd take Karen home on a Friday night and then come over to my house and we'd talk about what a bitch she was. This continued for years, and we eventually confided in each other that we loved each other like brothers. I kept my secret that the love I had for him was more obsessive than the love for a brother.
One night after after we turned 18, a particularly hot date, he picked me up and we went for a ride. We stopped at a 7-11 and paid an older dude to buy us a 12-pack of beer, which we took out in the country by a stock tank where we had gone hunting before. After drinking and listening to him bitch, I tried to console him and put my hand on his shoulder. He moved into me and I took that as encouragement and I pulled him fully against me. Soon he had worked himself on top of me and was humping me in the crotch with his hard cock. I moaned and he stopped and looked at me and asked me if I wanted it. I knew better, but I was so hot and so I told him yes.
We got out of the truck and he took off his shorts and shirt and pulled me closer and then put his hands on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. His 7-inch uncut cock was flat against his hard stomach and leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I licked his stomach and then pulled his cock down and took it in my mouth. Waylon gave me a few instructions: watch your teeth, try to swallow it all, lick the bottom side of it.
It took me about 10 minutes to learn to suck cock and then I KNEW I was in love. He kept moaning and calling me "baby" and I thought the feeling was going to be mutual. Then he came. I counted six distinct squirts which I swallowed, and still it leaked cum in my mouth. Then he pulled it out, pulled up his shorts and gruffly said we needed to go. All the way home he was quiet, and he refused to talk to me about it.
The next week, he avoided me in school and didn't call and when I called he wouldn't talk. I figured I had lost my best friend and because I loved him, I was so hurt that I spent a lot of time sitting in my room in depression.
Then one Saturday night he showed up at my house like nothing happened and asked me to go for a ride. We drove in silence back to the remote stock tank and he got out of the car and sat on the hood. I joined him, and we talked a little bit about what had been happening. Then he leaned back against the windshield, raised his butt a bit and pulled off his shorts and was laying there naked with a soft, fat dick, about 4 inches in length.
"I know you want to suck my cock, and it's taken me a while of thinking about it to realize that you've always been hot for my meat. And I realize that you feel about me like I feel about Karen. At first, it really pissed me off, but the more I thought about it, the more I decided it would be okay to have my own cocksucker if you promise not to tell anyone."
I couldn't believe he called me a cocksucker, and I started telling him that I had never sucked anyone else and wouldn't have sucked him except for the beer and to make him feel better after his date. I went on and on until he reached out and bitch-slapped me across the face.
"Get over here and suck my cock -- and do it now!"
I crawled up between his legs and swallowed his soft cock. As it grew in my mouth, I realized I wanted to be his cocksucker -- anything to keep him. So we went on like this for 6 or 8 months: me sucking him when he wanted it, but him not calling or talking much to me between times. I didn't care so long as he came to me when he really needed me. I was stupid enough to think that we would eventually get back to our pre-queer closeness.
Eventually Waylon gave up on Karen and started dating a slut named Diane. She put out for everyone who wanted it, and Waylon was drilling her regularly. That meant I seldom saw him. Then one Friday night he came by with Diane and said let's go for a drink. Instead, he drove out in the countryside and parked and we all got out. He put the tailgate down and we sat on it and Waylon started talking.
"Diane's a great fuck, but she can't suck cock worth shit! I really loved having you suck my cock, and I want you to show her how to really take care of your man. I told Diane that you've been blowing on demand for months, but she didn't believe me." By this time, he had unzipped and pulled his cock out and it was already mostly hard.
Because Diane was sitting there looking at me, I started yelling at him that I wasn't a faggot and didn't know what he was talking about. He did it again: he reached out and bitch-slapped me again -- not once but twice. Then he took off his clothes, pushed me onto my back in the back of the truck and climbed up on my chest.
"Now watch this and get it right," he said to her as he pulled my head up into his crotch. I just gave up. I've never been able to say no to Waylon. I sucked him like the cum pig I had become and forgot about her. Soon I realized that she was naked and kneeling behind my head so that Waylon could work her nipples and kiss her while I sucked him. He blew a huge load, but never stopped pumping and he never got soft. He rode my face for another 15 minutes before unloading in my mouth again. He pulled out enough to put 2 or 3 squirts on my face, and made Diane lick me clean.
By Wednesday of the next week, people were starting to look at me funny in school, and from time to time would snicker when I walked by. The next day I started seeing notes about me in the restroom, and by Friday other guys started forcing themselves on me. That weekend, one guy came to my house and demanded that I suck him in his car right in front of my house. Another guy showed up before the first one left and took me for a ride. I sucked him twice.
Waylon showed up when he got fed up with Diane and we went for a ride. He told me couldn't believe what a queer I had become. I actually started crying. We stopped and he pulled me over into his arms and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. We made out just like a boy and a girl for 5 or 10 minutes when he said we should get in the back of the truck and get comfortable. We got naked and he was sitting on my chest feeding me dick when he moved down on top of me and we kissed some more. Soon he was between my legs with his cock rubbing my ass.
"I know you want to ride the pony, don't you? Your mouth is great, but your ass needs my cock. You were born to suck and get fucked by real men, and I want to take your second cherry."
I told him no, but he just kissed me and started finger fucking me. He got a finger in, which felt pretty good, but when he added the second one it started to hurt. After a few minutes it wasn't so bad and he added a third one. Then he pulled them out and before I could say anything, he put his cock in my asshole and started pushing. Now Waylon's cock is fat. I don't think it's the size of a beer can, but it was fat and it hurt. I couldn't even breath it hurt so bad, but he finally got the whole thing in and just held me, kissing me for a few minutes before he began to fuck. I begged him not to cum in my ass but he told me I was going to love having his hot cum shooting on my insides and that I would love feeling his seed in me the rest of the night. He soon shot, stayed hard and fucked me again. Both times I could feel the hot cum filling my ass.
"Isn't that great," he said after the first cum. "I gave you enough sperm to get you pregnant. Wouldn't that be something if you had to finish school with a big pregnant stomach and everyone knowing you had been fucked?"
He took me home, kissed me before I got out, and promised me that it was going to be our secret. As I walked to the door, I could feel the cum leaking out of my ass into my underwear and jeans. By the middle of the week, he wanted it again and told me to meet him after school in the parking lot. When I got to his truck, he was there with Jeff, a guy who had come to my house a week earlier and demanded a blowjob. I hoped he wasn't telling Jeff, but when I got there, both of them were smirking at me.
"I told Jeff what a great fuck you were and he wants to come along and drill you too," Waylon said. "I didn't figure you would mind since you love getting fucked so much."
"Yeah, bitch," Jeff said with a laugh. "I think I'm just the first of a whole group of guys who want a piece of your ass."
I looked at Waylon and asked him how he could do this to me. He just laughed. We drove out of town aways and I got fucked by Waylon and sucked Jeff, and then they switched places and I got fucked by Jeff. His cock was not nearly as wide and was only 6 inches long, but he was much more of an aggressive fucker than was Waylon.
My life was never the same. I continued to put out for Waylon and Jeff and a dozen other guys on a regular basis. Soon the teachers knew and then other adults. I was sure that my parents knew, but they didn't ask me about it. My English teacher made me do him in the classroom on his conference period, and a janitor fucked me in the maintenance closet as I leaned over the mop sink.
I guess Waylon was right -- I was born to take cock.