Getting Educated About Cocksucking
By Danny Smith
Part 5 -- Graduation
My Senior year in high school was exiting. I had lots of friends and the full support of the faculty. My studies were a breeze; I was making "As" and "Bs" in everything. Not surprisingly, my favorite and the one I did the best in was Mr. Lannon's Advance Biology.
Class size was limited to ten. I was the star pupil, of course, as we experimented with sperm -- gauging its texture, odor, thickness, viscosity, pH, color, volume, and every other "scientific" question we could come up with. We also tested the burning question or "how much cum can a high-school Senior hold in his mouth without swallowing before it starts to spill out." Turns out the answer is six loads...the seventh spilled out and ran down my neck.
Another of our fun games we played at least once a month was called "Guess the Dick." I was blindfolded and one by one each guy in class would present himself to me. My job was to figure out which dick belonged to which boy. The first time I sucked each of them to completion to familiarize myself with the size and shape of the dick, the hair or lack of it on the balls, and the taste and volume of cum.
Each month I was expected to be able to identify the cock's owner earlier and earlier into the blowjob. By the end of the year I was able to call out a name merely by opening my mouth and having the stud in question place the head of his cock into my open mouth. No need even to taste it, since I could sense the size and smell the distinctive odor of each boy. They were impressed and I was in heaven.
I had to make a decision, like all Seniors, about what to do after graduation: go directly into the workforce, try to get into college, join the military, etc. It all fell into place during a conversation with Mr. Cain, the School Counselor. We were going over what all his job entailed, how much he enjoyed it and so on, when it dawned on me: I wanted to be a teacher!
When I told Mr. Cain I wanted to be just like him, he actually choked up. I had no idea he cared that much about my success. I don't know if he was flattered or what but he made it clear that he would support my decision every way he could. I knew I could get good letters of recommendation not only from him but from all my "regulars" on the teaching staff.
He encouraged me to look into several teachers' colleges, mostly in-state but a couple out-of-state ones as well. He was familiar with all of them and they all sounded good. One thing I wanted to research was the ratio of male to female students.
Mr. Cain understood exactly what I was interested in and suggested that I should attend his old alma mater. He described campus life, the various intermural activities available to students, joining his old fraternity, housing, and one special criteria: how many gloryholes were on campus.
I had no idea at first what he was talking about. But when he started to describe them in vivid detail I immediately boned up and started squirming in my seat. "You're kidding," I kept saying over and over. "You just sit there in the stall and another guy comes in and sticks his dick through the hole?"
"Yeah, and the thing is, you can usually scope out how he looks beforehand if you're into that kind of thing."
"Not sure what `that kind of thing' means, Sir."
"Well, some guys who are into giving blowjobs don't really care about what kind of body or face is attached to the dick that's in front of them. In fact, I know several guys who say they actually prefer not knowing. Others only want to suck off guys who look a certain way. Either way it's usually 100% anonymous."
"Usually?"
"Well, of course, there's always the chance that a classmate who you know walks in. Or even your roommate. Then you have to make a choice about acknowledging him or not. Some guys think it's potentially embarrassing. Other guys think it's funny."
He then gave me some pointers about gloryhole etiquette and a few techniques. How tapping your foot very subtly meant that you were interested and if the other guy tapped his back it meant he was open too. How some guys liked to slip notes under the wall back and forth to try and figure out what the other guy was into. But "that's just for amateurs," he told me. "More experienced guys can just figure it out by themselves."
The real key, it turned out, is tapping your fingers on the bottom of the opening in the wall. Whoever tapped was signaling "I want to blow you." The other guy then had the option of sticking his cock through the hole to give you access to his meat, or tapping in return to indicate "No, I'd rather be the one blowing you."
It was an amazing ritual full of codes and signals. I loved learning about it and couldn't wait to find out for myself what it was like in real life. It seems like my education never ended.
By the end of the year I had applied and been accepted at Mr. Cain's alma mater, which I found out several of my other teachers had attended as well. They all applauded my decision, and I felt warmed by their concern and support for my future. My next few years were set, and so was my career.
On the day before the actual graduation ceremony I was chatting with Coach Burton in his office about life and stuff. He said, "Tyler, some of the other teachers and I would like to show you our appreciation for all you've done for us over the years. We can't give you an award at the graduation, obviously, but we'd like to have just a small party for you at my house. I know it's short notice, but can you make it?"
Of course I eagerly answered "sure." I felt I owed these men whatever success my high-school career had, and for putting me on the right track sexually. "Great, here's the address. Oh, and by the way, I have a small present for you." With that he handed me a box about the size of shoe box, wrapped like a man who was a bachelor -- a wife would have done a neater job!
"Thanks!"
He winked and said, "It's got to just be between you and me, of course. And don't let your parents see it!"
I opened it, full of curiosity about this -- he was clearly being lighthearted, so maybe it was a gag gift. And in a way it was a `gag' gift.
"What's this?" I laughed. I was looking at a full-size dick made of some kind of soft rubbery material.
"It's called a dildo. Go on, open it up."
"What do I do with it?"
"Well, you can figure that out easy enough, but you can use it to practice with. You can either suck on it so you get better and better at choking down a big one, or stick it up your ass to simulate getting fucked. That does two things -- it helps loosen up your asshole so you can accommodate all sizes, but it also gives you a little control over the process. You can move it around just the way you want in order to get maximum pleasure."
I was so joyful at that I almost laughed. I know my delight showed up on my face when I thanked him, saying "Coach that's fantastic. I love jacking off and I always fantasize about who's in bed with me, but this way I can picture that I'm sucking off anyone I want, or getting fucked by some big time celebrity." I hesitated before adding, "But I'll mostly fantasize that it's you, Coach."
I meant that from the heart, but was still surprised by the reaction it got from Coach Burton. His eyes misted up. He held my head in both his hands, leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips. We both stood up then and he put his arms around me, embracing me in a manly bear hug and kissing me again and again. I began to get an erection and so did he, but unfortunately someone knocked on the door and we had to break it off.
"Remember, tomorrow night at 7:30. In fact, get there a little early if you want to and we can talk before the other guys get there."
"Who all is coming again?"
"Hopefully, everyone is `cumming'" he joked, "but if you mean who all will be there, it's most of the teachers you know, maybe a couple you don't yet, and even a couple of the other students from your Biology class. Oh, and one of them, Rusty McDaniel, is bringing his father."
"His father!" I was shocked and for a moment crestfallen because I thought that would ruin my idea of a fun evening.
"No, it's okay. He's cool believe me."
"Cool with...us...and what we do?"
"Yep."
"Okay, see you then!"
The next day was an emotional one for sure. The build-up to the graduation ceremony was exciting and nostalgic at the same time. All of us were looking backward at our lives and forward to our careers at the same time. I was going to miss school, but I was really eager to go to college. Anyone who's been through a high-school graduation knows what I mean.
And then the ceremony was over. The nostalgia in me got pushed to the side as I concentrated on the big party tonight. I drove to Coach Burton's house and got there before anyone else. Coach welcomed me in, and told me to sit anywhere. I sat down on the couch and he asked if I wanted a drink. He had a small bar set up in his living room with two or three bar stools in front of it, and I assumed he meant alcohol. I was right.
"I could use a beer, I think." He said great, opened one for me, poured himself a scotch and soda, and sat down beside me. He was wearing a flannel shirt and a pair of old jeans. As we started talking he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. After two or three buttons, I scooted over to be closer to him and began running my hands through his the fur on his chest.
He put a hand under my chin, lifted my face up toward his, and we began kissing. Making out really. We were like two lovers, especially now that we both knew how attracted we were to each other. He took his shirt completely off and I did the same. Just as we were ready to get more seriously into it the doorbell rang. He got up and we both walked to the door, shirtless, pants still on but unbuttoned.
It was two of the teachers (Mr. Lannon the biology teacher and Mr. Cain the counselor) along with Officer Jenkins; they had apparently driven over together. They weren't surprised at all at our state of partial undress, and in fact began stripping themselves. Mr. Lannon walked over to the bar and made drinks for himself and the other two. All seemed in a great mood and eager to get started.
The doorbell rang again and Coach, now buck naked, walked over to greet the next round of party goers. It was a couple of other teachers plus a couple of students. The students were younger than me but all of them seemed completely comfortable being around so many horny grown men, and I kind of assumed they'd been through this kind of thing before.
We were all really getting into it, with men and boys grabbing each other's dicks, kissing, and fondling. A couple of people went down on another person and started sucking them off. I was one of those people on my knees and living a dreamlike fantasy. The sex orgy was in full swing when the door rang again. I didn't give it a second thought, but when I glanced up saw that it was Rusty McDaniel and his dad.
Even though Coach had told me to expect them I was still started -- and super turned on. I wondered how they would fit into this scene. I was sucking off Officer Jenkins at the moment and Rusty came over and knelt down beside me. We took turns with his huge pecker; Rusty was excited to see that I could take it all the way down.
"How do you do that?" he asked me, admiringly.
"You have to work at it over time," I responded. "I can teach you some throat stretching exercises later."
"Cool!"
We both continued taking turns when I noticed another pair of hairy legs in front of me and another dick. A big one. I glanced up and it was Rusty's dad, saying "I'd like in on some of that." I was more than glad to oblige and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. After getting his cock wet with my saliva, and my throat used to the size and shape of that big pecker, I went in for kill and deep throated him, all the way down to the pubes.
His loud, deep, satisfied "Oh my God!" was music to my ears. I was inspired to hold it as long as I could, and I set a new personal best record. Rusty watched enviously as I gobbled down that gorgeous pecker again and again, his dad moaning with pleasure. I knew he couldn't hold out much longer and I was right. With several groans of pleasure he began shooting in my mouth. My first load of the evening but far from my last.
I didn't swallow the last few spurts of his dad's jizz. Instead I turned to Rusty, pointing my mouth. He seemed to understand instinctively and opened his mouth wide. I kissed him letting him taste his dad's load -- clearly not his first time doing that. I then backed away; I could see that Mr. McDaniel's penis was still dribbling the last streams of semen, and was soft enough that even an inexperienced cocksucker like Rusty could handle it. I got up and left Rusty happily nuzzling his dad's penis, nursing out those last delicious drops of protein.
The evening drifted on with me getting more and more drunk, whether on cum or alcohol or both I wasn't sure. I had learned in biology class how to take multiple loads from a group of guys, but I had never done it while lying face up on a bed with my head hanging down over the edge. In that upside down position I watched as man after man, and boy after boy, took turns ramming their rods down my waiting throat. I must have swallowed a quart jar of the stuff, loving every load.
And then the evening took another new turn for a young guy like me. Coach led the way downstairs to his rec room. There he had another wet bar, a big screen TV showing gay porn, and something like looked like a short leather hammock. It was hanging from the ceiling by chains. I learned it was called a sling, and it was to enable a gangbang. And I was the lucky guy who got it.
I laid down in it, and as instructed, put my feet up into the two stirrups. It held my legs comfortably and exposed my asshole to the roomful of naked men. Despite all the sex activity of the hours before every one of them was rock hard. Something in the drinks maybe? I didn't know. Didn't care. All I knew was I was going to get fucked. And fucked. And fucked.
How long could I take it? I'm proud to say I took every man in the room! No graduation gift could have been better than that night. I ended up the fuck session with so much cum inside me that I couldn't possibly hold it all in. As the last stud finished up draining his ball juice into my bowels (it was Rusty's dad, with Rusty watching closely), Coach came over to help me up out of the sling. It was like the Mississippi River was streaming out of my ass. He pointed me to the shower, which I did need. I was awash in cum. I was so drunk I hadn't realized that all the time I was getting fucked guys were also jacking off onto my face.
I probably looked like the victim of a mugging or maybe the biggest slut that ever lived. Either way I was in paradise. Someone had been taking pictures all evening and I just hoped they didn't end up on the Internet. But on second thought, I didn't care. Let the world know. This was me. This was my future. My destiny. God I couldn't wait for college.
The end.