Persuaded into Bitchdom

Persuaded into Bitchdom – part 07

Hi guys, first of all I'd like to thank Cham Couthe for editing this chapter. Thanks a lot, mate.

This chapter is an ode to all cocksuckers in the world whether you've sucked a thousand dicks or are still thinking about trying your first one. Hope this gets you inspired. Cock sucking is a lot more than just putting your mouth on a dick.

This story is related to `from straight to bitch club', but if you haven't read it and don't feel like reading it, it's ok, you'll still be able to fully understand it.

Be aware this story contains and/or will contain manipulation, coercion and/or persuasion of straight men into gay sex. There's no romance here. If this is not your kind of story, please don't go on.

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Chapter 6

I texted Lee while I tried to understand what was going on with me.

The light in my room was hurting my eyes and making me dizzy. I left the phone on my desk and found my bed across the room. The same bed several guys have cum on. In my mind, I could see them coming and going one after another as if they were fighting a fire that could only be extinguished with warm jizz.

Thanks to my visual memory, I easily pictured their cocks too. Each one of them. I knew which cocks were bigger, the ones that were a little smaller, the different colours, shapes, and curvatures. The heads that were pink, the purple ones, and the brown ones too. Some dicks had more veins than others. A few guys had heavy balls that stretched way below their crotches, while others were tight. And all those dicks were attached to guys. My buds. That was the main difference between Greg and the other ones. Greg wasn't attached to anyone. Of course, it was made of rubber, but it didn't bother me because somehow he was still perfect.

Revolted with my situation, I found my only true friend in Greg. That's not exactly what I was thinking at that moment but that was how I felt. Feeling, not thinking. Maybe I regressed into a childhood dependence on an external object so I could cope with my anxiety. I was anxious for feeling inferior, for degrading myself as I tried to be accepted by my peers, for walking with cum all over my body and face as if it was normal. Some call it a transition object, like a watch a deceased father left to his son. But mine was the dildo Lee gave me.

These objects gain a different meaning to the people attached to them. A watch is not a simple watch when it means the connection a son has with his father or the memories it evokes. Similarly, Greg wasn't just a dildo glued to my desk. I cherished him as my only connection to a life where I'd be a dominant man and not a submissive bitch. As long as I didn't accept myself, Greg would be my only escape. My saviour.

Eventually, I turned on my desk light which was warm and cozy and turned off the main switch. I made sure to keep my desk clean so Greg stood alone as a sacred statue that deserved my devotion. I lowered my head on the desk until my chin touched it and simply stared at Greg two feet away from my eyes. He was beautiful. I didn't think about being gay or not. I didn't need to debate about my sexuality in my room by myself. Well, not really alone. I had Greg there with me.

Greg wanted my full attention. He demanded it. Carefully, my right hand approached him but I didn't make contact yet. I was asking for his approval.

At a first, caressing Greg was like petting a dog, but the feeling was different. What am I saying? It was totally different. To me, Greg was much more than a simple dick. I knew how to jerk off, but what I did with him wasn't that. Once I felt authorized, I held it with my fingers. If dogs like it when you touch their fur, Greg loved it when I massaged his shaft very lightly in gentle and calculated movements. This is different from jerking off. It's not about getting off, it's about making him feel adored.

I sighed. I wished Greg was mine. I wished he was in between my legs. My reality would be totally different.

Afraid I was depressing myself, I told myself Greg was mine. Even if he wasn't between my legs, he was mine and mine alone. The best cock of all. And he was mine. Somehow.

`What are you doing?' My phone vibrated, startling me. It was Lee.

I let Greg go, so I could type. I thought about saying I was studying or something, but I couldn't lie to Lee.

`Playing with Greg.' I felt weird typing that, but I did it anyway.

Lee was quick. I expected him to reply to me with another text but instead, he called me. Not a simple call though. It was FaceTime. I wasn't ready for that but pressed the green button.

"Hey, mate!" He greeted me from a place that was dark like mine. I guessed he was in his bed. I imagined he had placed the phone somewhere on his chest. "Having fun?"

Interesting question. I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"Yeah," I answered honestly.

"Where's Greg?"

I turned around and showed him Greg. Although he was on my desk behind me, Greg looked bigger than my face. Just impressive.

"Nice." Lee smiled. "So, how were you playing with him? Just a rub?"

"Yeah."

"With spit?"

"Not yet."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure." Lee's presence didn't bother me at all.

I started looking for a spot where I could leave my phone so he could see both Greg and me inside the frame. I tried different places and found the best was with the phone against the wall, leaving Greg between the phone and me. I looked back at the phone and found Lee on the other side still staring at me. This was weird. In this position, I could imagine Greg was Lee's cock.

Once the phone was properly placed on my desk, my hand returned to where it was before his call. I rested my chin on the desk and massaged Greg, while I looked at him and, on the other side, at Lee too.

Lee lowered the phone and now I could see not only his face on the frame but also his nude torso. He had great pecs. Gosh, those pecs hid the lower part of his face. Simply huge.

"Use your spit," Lee ordered. "He only likes it if you use lots of saliva."

I spat on the palm of my hand and resumed the massage. Lee was right. Once I felt my wet hand touching Greg, it made sense that he'd like it better with saliva. My hand could slide so much better from the bottom all the way to the top.

"That's amazing," Greg continued. "I can see in your eyes how much you love him. It took you almost a whole minute to blink."

"He's just... I don't know," I answered. "He's awesome."

"Have you ever kissed him?" Lee asked.

"No."

"Why don't you give it a try?"

I wasn't very sure if that was a good idea. Lee sounded certain though.

"He will love it," Lee assured me. "I know it sounds weird, but I know how Greg feels. Remember I gave him to you. I said that day that it would take you a while to understand why I gave him to you. I can't tell you how I got Greg, but I can guarantee that I know him better than you."

"I doubt it." My hand was still massaging the shaft gently.

"I've known him for years, man. Do you hear me? Years! Trust me. No one knows him better than me."

I couldn't fight that. Okay, Lee knew Greg better than anyone else including me.

"And I know he likes it when he's kissed. Do you wanna please Greg? Kiss him."

I lost my inhibitions when Lee asked whether I wanted to please Greg. Of course I did. More than anything.

I kissed the tip first and slowly I went down the shaft, giving small pecks along the way until I reached the balls. Once I made sure I covered the whole shaft with kisses, I moved back to the top to cover it with a second layer of kisses.

"He loves it," Lee stated. "And look at the passion in your eyes. That's incredible."

This feedback I was getting from Lee represented a new step in the relationship I developed with Greg. I always wondered what Greg would say if he was real and now I could hear his voice even if it was only Lee. Anyway, Lee knew Greg for years so he should be certain of the stuff Greg liked.

"Now, Chris, let me be honest with you." Lee was into this as much as I was. "Greg loves the attention you give him. The passion in your eyes is just amazing. But, honestly, he's the kind of dick that is not very happy with hands touching him."

"But you asked me to..."

It didn't make sense. Lee had said that Greg liked it when I touched him. He instructed me to give Greg good and long wet massages and now, after everything, how could he change his mind?

"That was before you kissed him," Lee explained. "He wanted to know how far you'd go and your kiss was the sign that you do love him. I wouldn't ask this from you if I thought you didn't like him, but you do so... Here it goes. Greg only likes soft and warm mouths. Never hands."

"You mean..."

"Yeah, put him in your mouth and never touch him with your hands again."

I didn't want to go that far, but I didn't know how to say that. Lee was still looking at me while I stared at Greg. I couldn't just not touch Greg anymore. I needed him more than I wanted to believe. I depended on him.

I could just continue the massage, but Lee was watching me. He expected me to obey him, and I didn't want to let him down. I could say something and convince him this wasn't necessary. There were so many possibilities. But, in the end, I opened my mouth and accepted Greg's head inside before closing my lips at the tip.

The terrible taste was all over my tongue as my saliva touched the latex. It screamed artificial and fake but I could deal with it.

"We're gonna need to find some flavoured condoms for you, won't we?" Lee laughed. He could tell by the way I furrowed my brow that something wasn't right.

I withdrew.

"Sorry, this feels weird," I protested. For a brief moment, I had seen myself on the phone and I didn't like the image. My lips closed around a thick dildo, my jaw expanded to the limit, while I stared at Lee. I've watched chicks doing this in porn. The recollection was natural.

"Why?" Lee asked.

"Because... it feels weird." I wanted to say because I looked like a porn actress, but I didn't want Lee to know that.

"So what do you wanna do? I know you want to play with him, but he doesn't like it when you touch him with your hands. There's no other way. Only your mouth."

I hesitated. Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say.

"Why don't you lick him. He likes a good licking too. Just pretend he's a popsicle."

On the other side of the screen, I wondered what Lee was doing. He held the phone with one hand, but I couldn't see much more. Only part of his face, as his chin and mouth were hidden by his pecs, and also part of his abs. I looked at him carefully but nothing came to my mind. He sounded serious. This wasn't a joke.

I approached Greg once again and with one single movement of my head licked him from the base to the top.

"Slowly," Lee guided me.

I did it again but slowly this time. Okay, this wasn't too hard. No, on the contrary, it was easy and somehow fun. I enjoyed the way my tongue curved around the shaft while I felt the fake veins in a way I haven't sensed before. My tongue was way more sensitive than my hands. I was closer to Greg than ever and it felt good. I was getting used to its shape and learning about its edges and curves. When my tongue crossed the line where the shaft met the head, I slid my tongue from one side to the other before lapping at the top where I could use the tip of my tongue to play with his slit. Yes, that was very graphic but the connection I created with Greg made me continue.

Lee didn't say a word and I didn't bother looking at him either. I think I even forgot he was there watching me.

As I continued licking the massive latex tube, I eventually found myself putting Greg's head into my mouth again. It happened naturally this time though. As I licked it, my saliva started running down the shaft. When I tried to catch that saliva with my tongue, I pulled it all the way up to the top until it got all concentrated on the tip. The only way to get that back in was by closing my mouth around the head and so I did. To make sure I had swallowed everything, I even bobbed up and down a little.

"Yeah, Chris. See? Like a popsicle."

I found Lee again and blushed before withdrawing again.

"Listen," Lee continued, "I can see how much you're enjoying it. It's been more than half an hour already." I couldn't believe it. I checked the phone and he wasn't lying. The call duration tag showed 00:42:02. "It's only the three of us here. Forget about the rest and give sucking a try. I promise you this will be even more fun. You'll be able not only to feel Greg but also to be one with him. You'll feel he's alive once he's inside of you. No one will understand him as well as you once you start sucking him."

I wasn't sure.

"It will be fun."

But...

"It's only us here."

I sighed. This shouldn't hurt.

I put the head back in my mouth and found Lee's eyes attentively staring at me. I felt like time had stopped. Lee wasn't moving and neither was I. The room went silent as I stretched my jaw and my ear channels got partially blocked. I had only the head in my mouth and it filled at least half of my oral chamber. I tried my best not to bite Greg, but it became impossible when my jaw started hurting. Time wasn't moving fast now. No, the pain in my jaw made me aware of my situation and the seconds turned into endless moments of agony. Saliva ran down the shaft as I couldn't swallow anymore.

I withdrew.

"Did you feel it?" Lee asked.

"Yeah. It's hard. I can't..."

"No. You can, Chris. I've never seen such devotion for Greg as I see in your eyes. You love him. I mean, fuck. It's amazing. People are usually afraid of him, but not you. You can't imagine how much pain he's felt after so much rejection."

"Rejection? You can't be serious. Who'd reject him? He's just..."

I licked the saliva that was reaching the lower half of the shaft and locked my lips around the head again.

"You say that because you haven't tried to suck him yet. All you're doing is mouthing the tip. For a dick that big, sucking is only possible when it gets into your throat."

That statement came as a shock. He was right. For someone as big as Greg, the only way to please him is by getting him deep down the throat. All I could do was to keep him in my mouth and I was already suffering.

"It's impossible!" I agreed still in shock.

"One has done it. Only one."

"Impossible!"

"I'm telling you. It's possible but only one. Greg's never felt so happy. That one changed my life forever."

"Damn it... But how?"

"I keep asking myself that question. I know it seems impossible. I thought the same for so many years, but then... well, I saw that with my own eyes." Lee wasn't lying. I could tell he was remembering the moment when Greg was swallowed. "The problem is now Greg doesn't want anything else but to be lodged in tight throats and holes. Hands won't do anymore."

I was devastated. How could I lodge something that thick in my throat? I remembered my biology classes and the illustrations of the digestive system. There's a curve at the end of the tongue. Greg wouldn't bend to fit there. Even if I stretched my throat... was that possible?

"I'm sure you can do it. You'd do anything for Greg, wouldn't you?" Lee asked.

"I think so."

"Do you think so?"

I didn't understand the purpose of this question or what he expected from me.

"I mean," Lee continued, "you love him, don't you?"

"Not love..."

"Bud, how would you feel if I said I was coming to your room tomorrow to take him away? Would you like that? Would you let me?"

"You wouldn't..."

"Unless you say you love him."

I didn't like it when these guys asked me to be more verbal. My feelings were too tangled and confusing already, and saying anything out loud just exposed these secret conflicts. Somehow, though, they knew that talking was a powerful method to make my mind accept the truth of questions I still didn't have the answers for.

I kept silent for a while. Lee, however, didn't want to make it easy for me. He also didn't utter a word, which forced me to say something.

"I love him." I confessed something I wasn't certain of just so he wouldn't take Greg from me.

"I can only say that this love is not reciprocated. He'll only stay with you if you prove yourself worthy and swallow him. From tip to the very bottom. Once you feel your nose touching that table then you count to ten before withdrawing. That's the only way. You show me you can do it and I give him to you. Otherwise, I take him back."

"That's unfair. You know no one can do it." Unconsciously, my hands held Greg as if I was trying to protect him from being taken away. Lee couldn't be that cruel.

"I may send you a few videos on how to deepthroat a cock. You can train hard every day. You'll see that there are people out there who can do it. And so can you as long as you train hard. Every single day." And this wasn't the worst part yet. "I'll give you one month. I mean, Greg isn't patient, you know. A perfect dick like him doesn't need to be patient."

There was something I wasn't prepared to accept in Lee's speech. I couldn't cope with the fact that Greg was a dildo or a copy of a cock. I wasn't sucking anything but the replica of someone's dick. I didn't want to let that idea stop me from enjoying Greg's company, but I couldn't deny it either.

"Do you want a friend's advice?" Lee suggested.

I nodded unable to say anything.

"You've let like a hundred guys cum on you already. I bet you remember each one of them. Pick the ones you think are the kindest, the guys who will be patient, and ask them to let you suck their cocks..."

"You can't be serious..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, but..."

"This is the easiest way. Start with smaller dicks. You start by first learning how to suck them. Second, learn how to deepthroat them. Third, you stop sucking and get them off only with your throat." Lee spoke in a very didactic way so I could understand the process from start to end.

"I could try something else. Everyone does, right? A banana... I don't know..."

I think I wasn't even considering the gravity of what Lee wanted from me. Out of my senses, I thought it would be easier to show him there were other options rather than trying to convince him why a straight guy shouldn't be out there asking dudes to let him suck their dicks. After all, Lee and I knew I'd be sucking Greg every day and, hopefully, throating him before his deadline.

"Fruits can break, but that's not even the main point. You want Greg to be real, right? Last time you told me how happy you would be if he could cum. Dildos don't cum. It will help you to believe Greg is real if you start training on real cocks. You'll start seeing Greg with different eyes, I'm sure. In the beginning, you may feel like you like real cocks more but eventually, you'll love Greg a lot more. Only a guy can fuck your face. Only a guy can give you cum to swallow. Have you swallowed loads already?"

I couldn't recognize Lee. He didn't sound like the nice guy who was kind and patient with me and my several problems. He became so demanding since I mentally put him and Greg together.

I hesitated again.

"What? They don't wanna feed you?"

"Quite the contrary..." I mumbled.

"What's that? What happened?" He still sounded very friendly. It was just the topic that made me uncomfortable.

"Earlier... Craig cummed in my mouth and I didn't swallow. He was pissed. Which I honestly don't understand because I never do. Why do they want me to all of a sudden?"

"Coz before it was about the hazing. Now it's different. You see? It's rude not to swallow. The dude is offering you something precious and you just spit it out? Cum was made to be eaten."

"Bullshit!" Okay, now I knew what to say. Still afraid, my hands were protecting Greg from Lee, but my mind got back to work. "Cum was made to go into a pussy and make babies. That's obvious!"

"The obvious isn't always the truth, my friend," Lee said. "To start with, you must keep in mind that cum is made of semen and sperm. Sperm needs semen to exist, but semen doesn't need sperm. It's like saying you only fuck to make babies. Is that true? A guy can have one, two or no sons in his whole life and still have sex a thousand times. Which means he may need his sperm once, twice or not at all during his whole life, but he still cums. Don't you think nature knows that? Chicks ovulate once a month. Dudes can cum ten, twenty times in a single day. The question now is why do men need so much cum? It's not for babies. He can't impregnate a woman that many times. So, what for?"

Fuck. I hated to say it, but it made sense.

"Don't you ever think it would be easier or better to just not cum?" Lee asked. "When you're jerking off, for example, and you don't want to make a mess but you can't help it. You still cum. Why do you need so much cum?"

I didn't know the answer. Lee grinned.

"So, the main reason a man cums is to feed his partners. The second, to bathe them. And the third, and only then, to have babies."

"To bathe them?" I asked.

"Yeah. Didn't you know that cum is good for the skin? It can make you look younger, sexier, which helps those who bathe with cum find other sexual partners. I ain't lying. Google it if you want. Cleopatra used to bathe in cum and history says she looked amazing. Am I wrong? Here," Lee found a piece of paper and read it to me, "cum has spermidine, which has been proven to dramatically increase the lifespan of animals by as much as 25 per cent. Spermidine is also an antioxidant and is great for the skin. It's believed to smooth skin, lessen wrinkles, and even diminish acne." He looked back at me through the camera, "It even works for teeth whitening and hair growth when applied to the scalp. Dude, I know this is true when I look at you. You look more rejuvenated after your cum showers. Your hair glows like those from chicks on the TV."

"Bullshit..."

"I'm telling you. Look at yourself in the mirror later and see it for yourself." Lee wasn't joking and, honestly, it was hard to fight his arguments. "But the best is still swallowing. Cum is full of anti-oxidants, anti-inflammatories, it's great for longevity and your health too. Cum has zinc, potassium, magnesium, citrate... Man, why do you think cum has all of those minerals? To coat pussy?"

"How come I've never heard any of that?" I wondered.

"Well, that's not something you'd see your high school teacher talking about, right? Besides, in theory, you can't get all of those benefits by swallowing only a tablespoon of jizz. You'd need a lot more. Jizz needs to be fresh too, which brings us back to you. Man, you can easily swallow a bucket of fresh warm juice every day. You just need to ask for it and you'll get all the cum a person can dream of. Cleopatra would envy you."

"I doubt that," I mumbled again.

"Anyway, do you agree now that cum was made to be swallowed?" Lee asked.

"It makes sense..." I wanted to finish the sentence by saying it was meant for chicks, but he interrupted me with a counterargument I wasn't expecting.

"Now I gotta say one thing that will sound weird but it's also true. Of course, chicks benefit a lot from swallowing jizz, but cum wasn't meant for them. Nature makes us cum this much so we can feed our brothers, not chicks. Cum is made so guys can swallow it, not the chicks."

"How come?" I wasn't fighting his argument anymore because I couldn't find ways to do so. Lee had done his homework. Everything he said had been carefully researched.

"It's also history, from ancient Greek soldiers to Japanese monks, they used to swallow a lot of jizz. Younger boys growing dicks were fed constantly. They didn't have scientists telling them this was good for them. They just knew it coz it's natural. Cum is full of testosterone, zinc and protein. That's the magic formula for muscle building and big dicks." Lee said with an even bigger grin lighting his countenance. He knew I had nothing to say to this. "And I can give you still more proof. Why do you think men are more into sex than chicks? Men are always horny while chicks can have sex once a week and then all the headache bullshit? Do you think nature is really that stupid? It gives men a lot of sexual drive and leaves the chicks complaining that they can't take cock. Why? Why would nature want men to jerk off and waste cum on a sock?"

I still had my chin on the desk while my hands played with Greg, but eventually, I started licking him again once I felt my hands had dried up. I wasn't even trying to answer Lee anymore because I had no idea what to say.

"Men are supposed to help each other. Don't get me wrong. Chicks are very fun too. But they are for sporadic fun and that's it. They can't take care of all our needs coz only a guy knows what another guy needs. Only a guy knows how to handle a cock. Only a guy's body gets all the benefits of a load when he swallows it. In theory, the weaker ones help the stronger ones to cum and then swallow their jizz as many times as possible. A man's balls are producing jizz 24/7 and it's not meant to be wasted. It has a purpose. To be eaten by the smaller guys who'll grow to be big too. That's not me saying it, it's science and putting one and one together."

"But that's gay, Lee." I licked the tip before saying that. I could only think of how gay it would be to do what he asked.

"Nonsense. That's bullshit made up by religions to control men. Men spent centuries swallowing each other's jizz and we're still here, right? They were still impregnating women. It didn't make them gay. You live on a campus where people understand that. Have you been called gay for walking coated in cum?"

"Not really..."

"Exactly. Honestly, do you think a gay dude would survive your hazing? He'd run and cry for help. Only straight and strong man can go through what you went through and survive without a scratch. Think about it. In here we are athletes. We understand that. Ain't you the luckiest guy on Earth? You not only got all the cum you want but you also are in the only place where people understand that. We understand that all the cum you get is what makes you straight."

"But I don't want that..."

"You said it yourself that you love cum. You said it to me. I bet you said it to others too. I can see that you love Greg, which means you like dicks. And that's alright. Weaker dudes are supposed to coz that's where cum comes from. Totally natural. Don't you feel relieved? You ain't a freak for loving dick and cum. You're just being natural. That's what nature expects from you. Just like it expects you to help your friends and swallow the cum you've been spitting out. That's why you can't properly bond with them. Can't you see? As they unconsciously wait for you to swallow their cum, you spit it out. Probably, they don't even know why this upsets them so much, but that's just the way things are. And while they're doing their part by giving you their cum, you don't do yours when you don't swallow it. This will never work."

"But why me?"

"Bro, this happens everywhere. It's not only you. The difference is that here everyone knows about it, which is fine as long as you're here. No one will think you're gay because you're doing that. There's no need to panic."

I sighed. Lee's words were impacting me. Although strange, his explanation made sense and, somehow, it did ease my anxiety. It was okay for me to feel so comfortable on my knees receiving loads on my body. It was alright to enjoy it. It was okay to love Greg even when I saw him as a cock. That wasn't gay. That was what nature expected from me. Well, it's so much easier to convince someone who wants to be convinced, right?

"It wouldn't work," I spoke after another lick on Greg. "We have the no-sex rule, remember? I can't do anything while we have that rule standing."

"Not a problem. Talk to Craig and tell him you want to lift that rule."

I froze. I found him on the screen and focused. Was he jerking off? I couldn't see it, but the screen was shaking on his side. Nah, why would he?

"Are you crazy? That's the only thing that separates me from chaos. You don't know those guys. They'd eat me alive. And I mean it. Literally. You haven't seen the hunger in their eyes."

The same hunger that I saw in Lee's eyes now too.

"Nah. These guys are too much talking and not enough doing. It's always like this..."

"What are talking about? Two of them cummed on my face when we were attending a fucking class." I protested. Were Lee and I talking about the same people?

"As long as there's a chair hiding them, right? I'm telling you. I think they'd probably make you jerk them off at most. Anything else would be off limits anyway even without the rule. The volleyball team is not known for being too aggressive in hazings. You're not dealing with the water polo or the hockey team."

"Hey, the volleyball team made me walk around covered in cum..."

"That's for your embarrassment only. And, as I told you, it's not embarrassing at all. I'm telling you, if you lift the rule and want to suck their dicks, you'll have to ask them. No, beg them. I think you can take for granted you'll be delivering hundreds of handjobs every day, but nothing more."

"You say that as if it's a good thing."

"And it is, isn't it? In the end, you're doing all of that for Greg. That's good, right? Besides, trust me, you won't be a good teammate if you don't get closer to them. They expect you to do that."

"Why me? Why not the others? Why not Juan?" I couldn't understand his reasoning.

I heard people laughing in the hall. I thought I could recognize the voices, but they weren't loud enough. I looked at the door wondering whether I had locked it or not. I haven't overcome the trauma of getting dozens of dudes invading my room to cum on me.

"I can only guess it's because you're the libero. The whole team depends on you, so they expect a lot more from you..."

"But why can't I prove my worth by just being good at volleyball? Why do I need to become their bitch just to prove this? Can you see how it doesn't make any sense?"

"You can. Or maybe you could. The thing is the kind of relationship you have with them has changed. You could've said `no' before and stopped this in the beginning when they started hazing you, but you didn't." Lee was saying exactly what Craig told me. "Every time you agreed to their terms, they moved one step further and now they expect a lot more from you than just a simple libero."

I was devastated.

"Hey, but that's not a bad thing. Not at all. You got the chance now to try so many things and experiences. I told you... you're so lucky. You can't see it now, but one day you will. Think with me. You're submissive, you like dicks, you crave cum, you love Greg, you got all these guys coming for you and you're here where you can assume your nature without judgment. Just go with the flow. See what it feels like to be on a team where you are so intimate with your teammates you jerk them off when they ask you to. Where you swallow their loads. Get closer to them. Lift that stupid rule."

I sighed again as I thought about my situation. I didn't want any of this. Or at least, this was the first thing that came to my mind as I considered my options. Okay, so what was my situation?

1.I hated cum. Well, in the beginning, I did. Cum reminded me I was being humiliated by those guys. After a while, though, I started to think of cum as a form of bonding with my teammates. They didn't cum on me only because they enjoyed humiliating me. They wanted to make me feel like one of them. That's when cum became good. okay, I liked cum, I just didn't like walking around coated with it.

2.I had no problems with cocks. I know this sounds weird coming from a straight guy, but if you have a small one and see so many dicks spurting jizz onto your body from such a short distance, you'll get a different impression of them. Again, in the beginning, I didn't like them, but when I saw those hard dicks around me, I understood that cocks are meant to be different. I was introduced to so many colours, sizes and shapes, I realized I didn't need to think of mine as small, but just different.

3.I loved Greg. That's not even in question. I felt a lot safer and protected when I thought about him and even better when I had him in my hands and my mouth. He assured me that although my friends had bigger dicks than me and they all had impressive cocks, no one was greater than Greg. And Greg was mine. Twisted, I know, but it worked.

"You like cocks, man," Lee continued. "And you'll love them when you start playing with them. Cocks are a lot of fun. Think with me. Imagine you are there in your room when a mate comes in. You get on your knees in the middle of the room between your desk and bed. You feel the carpet scrapping your knees again. It's a feeling you know and like. You're where you belong. Your mate doesn't say anything coz he doesn't need to. He wants you to jerk him off.

"From your knees, you're eye level with their crotches. There you feel safe like when you play with Greg. When you're on your knees, it's not about the dudes anymore, it's about their cocks only. And you love cocks. They don't embarrass you. They are just fun.

"Now, imagine your mate is wearing a tank top, sneakers and loose shorts. He was walking by and wants to nut, he's not even hard. He knows you'll take care of everything, so he just stands there waiting for you to do your part. It's not about him, remember? It's about his dick. You still thank your mate though coz you only have dick coz he thought about you. That's an honour. He could've gone to his room and jerked off, but he decided to come by and help you. He's a true friend.

"After showing your appreciation, you touch the soft cock over the shorts to show respect. You must be both thankful and respectful. You're letting the dick know you'll be doing your best to make him feel good. You kiss him gently before hooking your fingers on the waistband and bringing it down to his ankles. That feels awesome. That feels like when you are a kid on Christmas, unwrapping your presents. You feel good coz that's your territory. Now nothing can affect you anymore. Now it's only you and the cock.

"You take a good look first coz you love the sight. That's a big cock hanging low. Heavy balls filled with precious cum you crave. You notice he trimmed his pubes. You love pubic hair on a man. You shave yours coz you don't think you deserve them yet, but when you find them on a real man you love them. That shows his superiority. That shows how inferior you are and how you like to be submissive.

"You touch his cock. Here you understand another part that no banana or dildo will ever offer you, it's not only about the soft skin, the true smell of a cock, the throbbing and leaking of that sweet and delicious precum you've learned to love; it's also about touching a soft dick. It's like a cock has two different personalities. When you see the soft cock you want to cuddle. You feel like kissing him. Caressing him. You play with him with your hands and your face. You feel him with your nose, your cheeks, your chin. You tell him you missed him and you're happy he's back.

"Then the magic happens and he starts getting hard. That's one of the parts you love the most. Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, the second personality is emerging. That's a lot more demanding and aggressive. The hard cock doesn't care about you. He wants to go into your throat and suffocate you. In and out, he doesn't give you time to breathe. You are worried you won't be able to please him, but you love the fact that you can give it a try. You also love it coz every single time is different and this is never a boring routine. Some cocks like mouths, others like mouths, throats, assholes... Each has its own taste. You spend hours studying them coz you wanna know what you can offer to make them feel good and you won't hesitate to do that.

"This one likes your hands. You know that. Your soft hands against the hard shaft. He loves your gentle touch. When your mate jerks him off, he's never as careful and caring as you are. You love to know he likes you better than his owner. You're needed, Chris. Your mates' dicks need you.

"You stare at the cock's purple angry head staring back at you. He's scary to many, but not to you. You're there coz you know how to tame him. No one does it better than you. You show him you're not afraid by kissing him on the tip. You squeeze the shaft and he presents you with a translucent glob of sweet precum. That's him telling you he appreciates your effort. You thank his balls for such a gift by kissing them and gently handling them with your left hand. You thank that beautiful cock. You thank your mate again for letting you drink his tasty prefuck juice.

"Now it's time to start working on that shaft and you're happy to do that. You make sure your hands are lubricated enough coz you don't want to hurt him. You spit on your hands and directly on the shaft. You use your hands to stroke him. Your hands become so warm when you touch that hot shaft. You can't have enough. You find some more pre leaking out. You don't wanna miss that. You lick the tip and then kiss it to show your gratitude.

"You love the way it throbs in your hands. The way it presents you with pre. The way you're helping your bud just like he's helping you by offering you his cock. Those minutes you have are so precious. You wish you had that dick for yourself, but you have only a few minutes so you make sure those minutes will be unforgettable. And after some time, you feel in your hands that he's about to cum.

"That's the part you love the most. You've worked so hard on that dick and he's so pleased with your effort he wants to give you the best gift of all: a load that has your name on it. He tailored that load thinking about you. That's why they want you to swallow it. They were made for you and not for the floor or the drain. Wasting cum is disrespectful. It's offensive. You ask your mate to feed you coz that's how you show him respect too. He may have different ideas and may want to cum on your face or elsewhere. That's not up to you to choose, but you gotta make him know you're willing to eat his load as a sign of gratitude.

"Your mate likes it when you swallow though. He calls you bitch, but he's not trying to make you feel bad. He will call you names coz that's what men do. You're also a man but you're submissive and you like it when he shows you that he understands that. You appreciate him for calling you bitch coz he knows that's what you liked to be called. He's a true friend.

"He asks you to open your mouth coz he's about to cum. You do that. You show him your tongue. You look him in the eyes, coz now you can't speak. Through your eyes, you'll tell him how happy and grateful you are. You place the head carefully on your tongue and jerk him off. You do that slowly now coz you don't want his dick shaking and spraying cum everywhere. That's offensive. You want to take it all into your mouth.

"Your mate moans and you are even happier now. It means the jizz is coming. It's moving from the balls through his inner tubes into the shaft and then you feel the first spray of cum leaving the split so fast and violently it hits the roof of your mouth without mercy. You know this mate's cum is thick and sour. You've tried better cum before. His cum is far from being tasty when you compare it to the others, but you don't care. That's still a gift and that's what matters. No one here needs to care about what you like. It's not about you either. It's about the cock.

"You accept it in your mouth. All six spurts of thick, dense cum. So thick you can grab it with your hands and almost shape it. You make sure you grab every single drop in your mouth and show it to your mate. Your mouth full with his cum. He will probably call you names again. Say that's nasty. But that's your mate helping you. He knows you're submissive and you like being called names. You appreciate that. Eventually, he'll ask you to gargle with it, to swish it in your mouth as you would with a mouthwash. You hate the taste but love the feeling.

"You may wonder why your mate wants you to gargle and swish his cum. You were never told that but you know he only wants you to have that taste in your mouth, not for a few minutes but the whole day. He only wants to help you coz he knows you crave that cum. You want to remember his cock for the whole day too, so it's only right that you can taste his cum when you go to bed to dream about it. Sometimes you skip dinner and don't brush your teeth just so you can feel the taste linger in your mouth for the night. You can't live without the taste of cum anymore.

"He asks you to swallow after a while and you do it. You keep squeezing the shaft to get the last bit of cum that's still in there. You lick the head several times to get it all. You're so hungry. Your mate must be laughing now but you still don't care because it's another moment you live for. You feel his shaft going soft in your hand. That's magical. His dick is going back to its soft personality, the one you love to cuddle and nurse. You kiss the soft dick many times before helping your friend get dressed. You're left on your knees as you realize you want another mate to come by and feed you more cum.

"Did you picture that?"

I always say how Lee likes to tell long stories with unnecessary and sometimes boring details, right? So, that's how he does it. This time, though, I was mesmerized coz I could feel like I was there and I liked the whole image. It was so vivid, so clear.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Now tell me, isn't that fun? A lot better than just sitting on your knees watching them jerk off? Don't you feel like you're wasting a chance here? A chance to have fun with those cocks and swallow loads? Choose a few of them. The ones you are closer to and ask them if they'd let you handle their cocks. See how it feels. If you don't like it, just say you changed your mind. But give it a try, huh?"

My hands held Greg like he was my last hope before surrendering to my thirst for cum. But since when was I craving it? No, it wasn't right...

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on my door followed by another one.

"I gotta go. Someone's knocking." I said before turning my phone off. I looked at Greg but why should I hide him? Everyone knew I had a dildo glued to my desk already.

"Who is it?" I asked. I was so fucking hard after talking with Lee. Again, why? I had his story so clear in my head. The details were so real. My feet touched the carpet that once had been touched by my knees.

"Me. Open up." It was Zac.

Fuck. He was not the guy I wanted to see now. I tried to fix myself but there wasn't much I could do. Well, at least this was the good part of having a tiny cock. I doubted he'd be able to see that.

I opened the door and he let himself in without asking for permission. He wasn't walking straight as he crossed my room toward my bed. The guy was drunk. He fell on my bed and stared at my ceiling as if something was happening there. I checked it just to be sure but saw nothing but white paint.

"Why is it so dark in here? Were you jerking off?" he said. Still no eye contact. "Or were you jerking him off?" He pointed at Greg.

"Don't be stupid."

"Come here. You can jerk this one off." He squeezed his crotch. Zac was wearing baggy shorts and a polo shirt. No shoes but his socks were still on. I wondered where he was before coming to my room, but that question didn't matter. He asked me to jerk him off. That's what mattered at that moment. I didn't move which led him to finally lift his head to find me still holding the door. "I will cum on you anyway. It's just that I don't want to do it myself. I'm drunk as you can see." His head fell on the mattress again while his hands unzipped his shorts and took his dick out. "I bet it's a lot better than that stupid dildo. C'mon, man, be a bud and help me out. I can't do this by myself. I'm so fucking drunk."

I wanted to touch it. I was curious. Curiosity is normal. It's natural. But Lee did say I should find guys I trusted. Zac was far from being trustworthy. He was exactly the one I should avoid but, at the same time, he had this charisma that I couldn't find in the others. In a twisted way, I was closer to him than to anyone else. Maybe that's what Lee referred to when he said I should find someone I trusted. Zac was a friend of mine.

What could I say? Looking at him, I closed the door. I walked the short distance to my bed and stopped a few feet away. I was considering it, but I should first talk with him. I needed to explain myself.

"I don't know, man. This is weird, right? I really don't know. I mean, what if I just... Fuck, I don't know." I wasn't saying much, I agree. I had a lot to say but didn't know how to express myself. How could a straight guy say he was curious? That he wanted to know what it felt like to touch another dude's cock? There are so many stories of children playing with each other's little dicks. Guys do that. It's natural. I was just curious but if I said that he would think I was gay. That I fancied him. So I continued mumbling words that didn't mean anything for god knows how long. Eventually, Zac's cock went soft and he started snoring.

"Hey, Zac? Zac?" I shook him. He was sleeping on my bed with his dick out of his pants. Was this some sort of divine providence? I looked at Greg apologetically but I needed to do this.

Shaking from head to toe, I moved his hands away from his cock and looked at it in a way I haven't done before. Was I really doing this?

The dick was poking out of the zipper. I could take off his shorts and then say I was thinking about taking him to the shower, right? He's drunk and I wanted to help him. That's all. Nothing gay. This way, I could also see if he'd wake up.

I unbuttoned his shorts and, during the process, let my hand brush against his limp dick very gently. It was soft indeed. It looked cute and I did feel that connection as if something was making attaching me to it. I wanted to feel it with my nose. Touch him with my cheeks. Damn it. No, that's just Lee's words that lingered in my head. I'd just take off his shorts, but... What for? I didn't know. I just needed to take them off.

Zac was wearing long blue boxers. I checked on him to see if he was still sleeping. What was I doing? I hooked my fingers on the waistband and, yeah, just like unwrapping a present on Christmas, I pulled his shorts down. It wasn't easy though. Zac didn't help me so if he didn't wake up after this he wouldn't for anything. Once I got the boxers and shorts around his knees, the rest was easy.

He was now lying naked from the waist down in my bed. I dropped the shorts on the floor and waited for him. I waited for a reaction. I prepared to explain myself but nothing. He was still snoring on my pillow.

After looking at his body and paying extra attention to his dick and pubes, I realized why I needed to take off his shorts. I wanted to see his dick in all its glory. What was I thinking? But it's true. I lifted his polo so I could see the whole thing, and it was beautiful. That boy was superior to me. He had more pubes than me. His balls so heavy were hanging low almost touching my bed as I left his legs spread open. The dick was lying to the left totally limp.

I should be going crazy, but I kneeled on the bottom of my bed and approached him placing myself between his legs. I first found balance by standing on all fours and then lowered my upper body as my hands on the mattress gave space to my elbows. My face was so close to his dick. If he woke up, I was just trying to help him up when I fell in that awkward position.

I put my head close to his dick and sniffed it. Gosh, I felt like a dog. The aroma though was so different. It's not like smelling my dick. It was different somehow. Maybe each man smells in a certain way? It was masculine and powerful. I moved his cock with my nose when I touched his pubes. The dick went from the left to the right when his pubes touched me. I wasn't done though. I wanted to feel his balls too. With my nose and cheeks, I rubbed his crotch. It did feel comfy. I did feel like I was safe in there.

His dick was no stranger to me. I've seen it plenty of times before, but never like this. It was way better than the last time I was in his presence. We were so much closer now like true buds. We were so fucking close. From another world, I saw myself on that bed. From far away, I saw myself giving his soft dick a long kiss.

Fuck, what am I doing? This was getting out of control. I stood up and tried to wake him up again. He just mumbled words but didn't open his eyes. What should I do? I wandered in my room from one side to the other as I tried to think about how to proceed. I was afraid of regretting something I'd do next. I fucking kissed his dick. I was out of my mind. I couldn't let this continue, but... I wanted to feel his dick growing in my hands. An experience Greg would never offer. I had to. This was my only chance. I was just curious.

I kneeled by the bed and very slowly reached for his dick with my right hand. I could still say I stumbled and ended up with my hand on his crotch. But he wasn't waking up. His dick in my hand felt so good and... warm. Just like Lee said. It was so different from holding Greg. I hoped Greg would forgive me but this was so much more real. The smell, the warmth, the texture, the way the skin connected to the shaft inside was so uniquely different. And then, it was happening, it was enlarging in my hands. I've had my dick going hard in my hands a thousand times before, but this was something else. First because his cock was way bigger than mine, but the idea that I was giving him a hardon was so appealing. My hands were doing this to him. I was the owner of that hardon. It belonged to me as I created it. It's a sense of ownership that you don't have with your own dick because it does belong to you. Here this basic concept didn't make sense anymore. This hardon was mine and I was responsible for whatever happened to it.

Like a creature to its creator, I saw him growing to its complete hardness. Mine. So big and powerful. Mine. So different from my own. And still mine.

I did want to jerk it off, but not only that. No, I've jerked off my cock so many times. My cock was different. This one deserved more attention and love. One jerks doors and ropes. No, I didn't want to jerk his cock. If it were mine, I'd caress him so gently. Well, in theory, it was mine now. I pulled the skin down and saw the cock's head staring at me. Angrily. As Lee said, it had acquired another personality now. I moved my hand up and down very lightly a few times until I squeezed a drop of precum out of the slit. It wasn't intentional, but it happened. It wouldn't be respectful to just leave it sitting there. Lee made that so clear. But still, I couldn't lick it.

I brought my left hand to the tip and scoop it all before bringing it to my mouth. How could I've never tried it before? Sweet! Magically sweet and tasty. I was shaking from mixed feelings that I couldn't understand. Should I kiss it again? He deserved a kiss for being so nice to me.

"Having fun?"

I released the cock and stood up. The questioning voice came from behind me. From the door. I turned around to find Will, the guy who cummed on my face during a class. Not him!

"I was just... He's drunk... I was helping him..."

"I saw that," he let himself in the room. "He said he needed to jerk off and disappeared. So I find him here but he's not jerking off. You are. Jerking him off. I didn't know you were doing it. I even asked you to jerk me off that day and you refused. So rude, bud."

"It's not that. I swear." I looked at Zac. He was still sleeping. His dick going soft again. Why was I looking at his dick?

"Come with me." He invited me.

"Where to?"

"Just come, man. Relax, okay?"

I didn't have any choice on the matter. What could he do against me? Everything! I could see it unfolding before my eyes already. He'd blackmail me. Of course. He'd ask me to jerk him off or he'd tell everyone I was giving handjobs. Damn it! That's not what I wanted when I decided to touch Zac's dick. This was all my fault. The way I couldn't control myself. I was just curious. A dude with a tiny dick who wanted to know what it felt like to touch a bigger cock. That's all.

I followed Will. I left my dark and cozy room and stepped into the brighter corridor. Will was wearing his typical preppy costume with a stupid pullover hanging on his shoulders, expensive shorts, a polo shirt and shoes. He had a nice body, wide shoulders and a firm butt too. What the hell? I can't lie. Lee's had fucked up with my head. I needed to get him out of there.

Those white walls, the red carpet, dozens of doors that had witnessed so much history inside that building.

Will entered one of those doors and I followed suit. This was the first time I entered a room beside my own. It was the same. Of course, they are meant to be the same, but I didn't expect to find the same bedsheet, the same desk and wardrobe. The difference was in the minifridge I found between the door and the desk, and the TV on top of the fridge. I knew it was allowed for students to have minifridges in their rooms if they owned one, but I wasn't so sure about the TV. Anyway, I don't think they cared for rules. I also noticed the cans of beer scattered around the room. No wonder Zac was drunk.

In the telly, I found a game on pause. He had a Playstation. Rich boy.

"Is this yours?"

"No. I don't live here. This is Zac's."

"Oh."

I was walking on eggshells. I was still trying to figure out what I'd say when he faced me with the unavoidable questions and the blackmail. It didn't take him more than a few seconds of silence to bring it to me.

"So, you like giving handjobs?"

"I was just curious, okay?" I couldn't come up with anything else, so I came with the truth. Or what I wanted to believe to be the truth. "Thousands of guys showing me dicks, well, I got curious. Every guy does that. It's normal. Now what? What do you want? Will you blackmail me?"

"Hey, calm down." Will sat on the bed while I stood there by the door. "Do you wanna come in and close the door or will you stay there with the door open so anyone can listen to us?"

I was stupid indeed. I closed the door but then didn't know where to stand or what to do.

"Sit here." He pointed to the spot on his left side of the bed.

I sat and looked straight unable to face him.

"I don't want to blackmail you. What would I even want from you?" He laughed. "What could you give me?"

That sounded rude. Was he talking about money?

"I don't know. What else? What do you want from me?"

"Listen, I saw you in your room. I get it. You were curious. That's totally normal. You're right. Did you satisfy your curiosity?"

"Why?"

"Just asking."

Stupid question. I just didn't have an answer. Whatever I said would sound gay. Unable to form meaningful sentences, I remained quiet.

"It's not nice to use a friend who's passed out on your bed and touch his intimate parts as you did."

Fuck. Was he suggesting I abused Zac? Did I?

"He offered. I swear. He came into my room and asked if I wanted to jerk him off..."

"But you did it when he was unconscious in your bed. It's still fishy. If he complained you'd be in a lot of trouble..."

"What do you want, man?" I asked losing control of myself.

"Hey, calm down, okay? I'm just saying that if you're curious, you must do whatever you want with a conscious guy."

Will stood up and walked to the very centre of the room. He left his pullover on the bed though.

"Come here." He ordered.

I stood up too and stopped in front of him.

"On your knees."

"No. I'm not doing this."

"Dude, it's only the two of us here. I swear I won't tell anyone. It dies here. I'm the only one who knows you're curious about touching dicks. Try mine now and you won't have to do it ever again. And you won't need to explain yourself ever again either. I'm trying to help you out. That's all. Do you think I need a dude to give me handjobs? I got plenty of pussy to fuck."

I hesitated. Could I trust Will? I barely knew him and I didn't like the much I did.

"Listen," he sighed, "it's now or never. I'll give you five seconds then that's it. 5, 4, 3, 2..."

I knelt.

"I just want to touch it." I insisted.

"No! The fuck you'll give me a boner and then will leave me with blue balls. You touch my cock, you make me cum. You touch my cock and you gotta do whatever I ask. Okay?"

Well, if I wanted to touch his dick, I could have the whole experience, right? So, I nodded.

"Another thing," he announced in a friendly manner, "if you do go for it, keep in mind I like to play it rough. Like calling you names and shit. Don't take it personally, it's just my way of having fun. It's up to you to continue or not."

I should be expecting this because it didn't stop me. I had to try this.

My hands were not as shaky as before this time. I guess because now I was dealing with a guy who was conscious and willing to let me play with his dick. There was no risk of having him waking up on me.

I unbuckled his belt when I realized I was about to touch my second dick. My focus shifted from Will to his concealed dick. I've seen his cock before, but this was different. My second dick on the same night. I was such a slut.

As I stopped worrying about Will I could only think of his dick. It was his dick and me now. `No rush,' I told myself. If this was going to be my only experience with a cock, I should make it unforgettable for both of us, his dick and me.

At first, I was a little unsure about how to proceed, but Lee's voice started guiding me. Like a puppet to that voice, my head neared Will's shorts. I couldn't see his dick yet, but the image was already clear in my mind. I sniffed the fabric of his shorts.

"What are you doing?" Will asked.

Fuck, he was breaking the magic.

"You said I could do anything," I answered without looking up.

"Ok. I was just unsure. Go on."

I took it as an authorization to now do anything I wanted but, at the same time, it made me aware that regardless of my motivations and desires, I had to be careful coz he was still there watching me.

I kissed the shorts very lightly in a way he wouldn't notice then unbuttoned his shorts before unzipping them. I don't know where Lee got his references, but it did feel like unpacking a present. Greg, for instance, was always there hard and waiting for me on my desk, but not this. Will's dick was concealed. Distant from me, I had to go for him. I had to wait for his owner's permission. Access wasn't to be taken for granted. The feeling was amazing because it mixed some sort of taboo with pleasure.

I could see Will was wearing white Calvin Klein's boxer briefs. I hooked my fingers on that waistband and pulled it down slowly. I first saw his blond pubes, then the top of the shaft until I could find its head hanging low on top of his balls.

"Happy? It took you a while." Will spoke.

"I just want to..."

"It's alright. You can borrow him for now. It's all yours. Will you be a good bitch and take care of him?"

Again, I should be expecting that.

"I will."

"I will what?"

Here we go.

"I will be a good bitch."

"Good."

I thought I could nuzzle his cock as I did with Zac's. I wanted to touch him with my face and kiss him, but I could not. Not with the attentive glance of Will who watched me from above. But, damn it, I wanted to. If this was going to be my only chance, I had to.

Afraid of what Will would say I moved my face closer to his crotch.

"Do you suck dick?" he asked. "Fuck, bitch. This is getting better than I thought."

I could've answered, but didn't bother to. I started nuzzling his cock as I'd do with a chick's hair, or as I imagined I'd do when I got the chance to touch my first set of tits. But those weren't tits. Those were Will's dick and balls. His pubes giving me a different experience if compared to Zac's. Yes, each dick brought a different feeling to it. Different smell, size, warmth. Amazing! You can't get bored with cocks.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You said..."

"I know. I'm just curious. Ain't you gonna suck it?"

"No."

"Such a cock-teasing bitch."

"Thank you." I looked at him in the eyes.

"What for?" He laughed. "For calling you a bitch?"

"For letting me touch him."

"Him? Are you talking about my cock? Fuck, bitch." He laughed harder.

"You said you'd let me do whatever, remember? I want to do this coz I'm never gonna do this again. So, can I?"

"Okay! Go on. You're welcome."

When Lee described the guy who'd let me play with his dick, he was definitely not thinking about Will. This dude was just annoying.

I was pissed but when I took his dick in my hand, my anger faded away. This was the second real dick I had in my hands and it felt incredible just like Zac's did. Will's cock was longer and softer. The skin covered the whole head and not only part of it. The shaft was a little thinner than Zac's but way thicker than mine. A real dick.

"Sorry, okay? I just have never seen someone touching it... touching him with so much... passion? Bitch, look at you. Do you really like dick that much?"

"I'm just curious," I mumbled. "This is new to me." Did I look I was in love with his cock. Was I? How could he say this based solely on the way I looked? Why could everyone read me so easily? Everyone knew everything about me. Whatever I told Lee or whatever Karl has ever told me was part of everyone's knowledge. From my relationship with Bob to the time I started playing volleyball, people were always one step ahead of me.

"I heard you got a small dick, is that right?"

See? How could he know this? Were people talking about me that much?

"Who told you that?"

"People talk."

Of course, they do.

"It's..."

"You don't need to answer. This was rhetorical. Well, maybe this is why you love other guys' cocks so much, right? You don't have a dick, so you gotta learn what it feels like to be a man and have a cock through us: the real men. It makes sense, huh?"

"Yeah... maybe."

"It's okay. I know you're just curious but think with me. You have so many dudes willing to let you play with their cocks. You don't need to stop here. You can get to learn a lot more if you do the same with all the rest. Bitch, this is the Disneyland of cocks."

"You swore you won't tell anyone."

"I won't. I'm just saying you can get to reconsider your idea of jerking only my dick. But that's up to you."

Will wasn't my teammate. Neither was Zac. I got nothing to do with these guys and yet there I was showing all my submissiveness to him.

His dick was growing in my hands. My focus shifted back to him. It was hard to describe the pleasure I felt when it happened. I had done that only once with Zac but the same emotions were taking over once again. I was creating another hardon. Mine and only mine. The second angry boner I got in my hands to deal with and now I could go all the way.

I didn't move my hands when it was growing because I wanted to feel it. The way my fingers, that were until then closed together almost like a fist, started to move to accommodate the new size. It throbbed and pulsated as blood pumped into the shaft. The head that was covered showed up in all its glory as if it was another dick. I was amazed again.

Once again, I didn't want to jerk him, but to caress and gently move my hand up and down the shaft as I'd do with the soft skin of a fragile girl. Will, however, wasn't pleased.

"What the fuck are you doing? My dick won't break. Do it for real."

That's when I realized that my connection with a cock would never be entirely about me and the dick only as Lee suggested. Whether I liked it or not, a real cock was different from Greg as it was attached to his owner's mouth to say how he wanted to be touched and tastes would always change from cock to cock. I gotta say that in the beginning, I was a little upset but after a while, I realized it was actually good. I got to play with dicks in different ways too. I just needed to know how each guy liked to have their dicks handled and they would never need to teach me again.

It seems like I was thinking about touching other dicks, but no! It was still just the way Lee's story was still lingering in my mind. That's all.

That's not exactly how I wanted to proceed, but what choice did I have? I looked up at Will and he looked as angry as his hard dick.

"Put him in your mouth and let me fuck your face."

"No!"

Honestly, I didn't want to suck dick. It's not primarily because I was afraid to be labelled as gay, but because I just didn't see myself sucking cock. I was curious to feel it in my hands and understand how they worked. I wanted to know what real dicks could do and how I could please them. It wasn't my feminine side flourishing but, on the contrary, my masculine self telling me he needed to touch a dick to be able to exist. How is a man supposed to live without a cock? I had been convinced by Lee that I didn't have one. First, Greg was the closest thing I had for a dick and he wasn't real. Second, I've seen so many cocks much better than mine spurting cum on me that made me curious to touch them.

"I see. You like something more romantic. I got it. So be a good lover and look at my cock. Yeah. Now say something nice. I want to hear you talking to him."

I did want to do that, but I was afraid of Will's reaction. If he wasn't there I wouldn't think twice.

I continued looking at the cock in my hand unable to come up with anything to say. This wasn't normal, right? I haven't seen anything like this before. Who'd talk to dicks? Well, I did talk to Greg, and he was a great listener. The thing is Greg and I had a connection. I knew him for a long time. Will's dick was new to me. I didn't know him well enough and I had decided not to say a word until I witnessed another moment of pure magic. From the slit came a translucent pearl of precum. I was so privileged to see it from so close. Like in slow motion, I saw the slit opening and that viscous drop surging so little at first but then gaining body and fulling up to a full glob. This is when I realized that Lee was somehow right when he said that dicks have personalities. Will was there saying shit, but when his dick presented me with his precum he was telling me to forget about Will for a moment and focus on him again. This was not about Will. This was about the dick in my hand.

"I'm glad to help," I said.

I closed the gap between my face and the head and my lips touched the cock's tip. My tongue hesitated for a second but it did move forward to lick the pre. I've had gallons of cum in my mouth but nothing was so nice like this. I could listen to Lee talking to me, asking why nature would make it so sweet if it didn't expect you to swallow? I had no doubt. Precum was made to be swallowed. And so I did.

"Will you suck it?" Will insisted.

"No," I answered calmly as I moved back.

"I don't understand what this is about... Anyway, will you make me cum or not?"

"Just shut up, dude."

"Hey," Will took my face by the chin and made me look at him. "I'm being nice here helping you. You don't ask me to shut up."

"Sorry."

"You said you'd be a good bitch. You..."

Someone was opening the door. It was all too fast. Zac broke in and found me on my knees with his hard dick in my hand while Will held me by the chin.

"I hope you didn't finish," Zac spoke as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He still looked drunk but not as bad as before. "I told you the first load he'll swallow is mine."

Zac wasn't wearing his shorts. He walked back to his room using the shorts to cover his dick. He stood on Will's right side after throwing the shorts on the corner presenting me with his cock again.

"Leave this to me," I think he said this to Will. Zac then hooked his hand under my chin replacing Will's hand with his and turned it to his side. "I want you to finish what you started, Chris. Grab my cock and make me hard again."

Did he know I was stroking his cock? I was still in shock from the moment he broke in I haven't moved a muscle.

"This is the worst handjob ever," Will complained.

"It's because you're too impatient. He's still learning, right babe? Handjobs can be tricky, right?" He should be talking to me now. "Tell him you're just learning but that you will do your best to please all your mates. The first two dicks from hundreds. It ain't easy. Gosh, it must be overwhelming. Let me help you." He took my left hand and brought it to his cock and started jerking off with it. "Hey? Chris? Wake up!"

"Sorry... I..."

"It's okay. I'm here now. Can you jerk the two of us? I didn't want to give you two dicks like this, but I didn't expect to pass out and... Aaaaanyway, this is even better, right? We know you love cocks and now you got not one but two," he showed me `two' with his fingers, "two great dicks to play nice and slowly. You can do whatever you want, okay? You can jerk, you can rub, nuzzle, kiss, suck, anything. What do you want, babe? My dick's still soft. Do you wanna smell it—I mean, him? Do you wanna take a good sniff? Let me help you." Zac stepped forward and put his dick right in front of my face.

"Dude, you'll scare him," Will said.

"Are you scared?" Zac asked me. "He can't be. He loves dick. You love dick, right?"

I wasn't scared. I was just lost and confused. What was going on?

"Just step back and let him do his thing," Will explained.

"Oh! Okay! Sure." Zac stepped back. "Sorry, I'm... drunk."

"I can see that," Will laughed.

It was all too much and nothing like I had imagined. I couldn't do this. I stood and turned around to leave, but Will rushed to the door and stood between me and my way out.

"Hey, listen. Don't pay attention to Zac, okay? Remember what I told you?" Will had put his hand on my chest. His dick was still hard pointing at me. "I said this is your only chance. You have in this room two buds who understand you. We're the only ones that know you love cock. You're still curious. You want to make these dicks cum, remember? If you step out of this room, you'll still be curious. This won't help you. Here," Will pushed me back until I felt the bed on my legs and sat down. He passed me the video game's joystick. "We were playing Fifa. Do you like soccer? You can play something else too."

"I've never played Fifa..."

"What about Resident Evil?" He showed me the games' boxes. "Metal Gear? GTA? We got Crash too. Have you played it?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Will changed the games while Zac sat on my left side before laying down.

"Fuck, I'm so drunk," he rubbed his face with his hands.

"You're so dumb, dude," Will said.

I couldn't help but watching his soft cock moving from one side to the other.

When I faced the TV again, I found Will's hand offering me a beer.

"Have one." I took it. The can was open already so I just had my first sip while Will fixed the game. "Crash is a good choice. We can play as a team. Choose your character."

I had played this game before. It was fun. I liked it. Will was being nice, too nice to be true. I didn't expect him to be like this.

Zac stood and I watched his ass while he walked to the fridge.

"Hey, you ain't drinking any more beer," Will stated.

"No beer, man. Just water. Relax." Zac took the bottle, turned around and drank from it. I was facing his soft dick again. So nice and beautiful. I simply stopped playing and the telly showed a `game over' screen, but I didn't care. Apparently, neither did Will.

"Chris?" Will whispered in my ear. "Zac wants to play the game. Will you let him?"

"Sure."

"Ok," Zac said before walking to us and sitting beside me again. "I said okay. Fuck it, Will."

They started playing the game while I watched them. I focused on the TV for a few minutes but, eventually, I lowered my head to find their cocks again. Will noticed it. Probably, he was just waiting for this moment to move on.

"Hey, Chris," Will whispered in my ear again. "Why don't you kneel again? You don't wanna watch that stupid game. You wanna watch these dicks here, right? So kneel, turn around and focus on what matters to you. Dick!"

"Yeah, bud," Zac whispered in my other ear, "you wanna watch dicks not games. You can play with them too. I promise we won't say anything. They are all yours."

"Two fucking dicks, Chris. All for you. Zac and I will play games. You can pretend we're not even here. It's only you and the cocks."

"Go on, bud," Zac spoke, "kneel. C'mon. You want it. You know you can't leave here without making these cocks cum first. That's rude, man. You don't wanna be rude to these cocks."

"You love cock, Chris."

"Will you kneel now?"

There's something so sexy about whispering in someone else's ear. I had goosebumps with these two doing it at the same time. I couldn't resist them. I kneeled and turned around to meet again my two new friends.

Zac and Will sat close together so I had better access to their dicks. I looked at them and their owners and realized they had their eyes on the telly as if I wasn't even there. Just the way I wanted it.

This was still different from the image I had in my mind as now I had two dicks to deal with and not only one, but I can't deny I liked the change. I took them in my hands, one in the left, one in the right. Now, I could feel the differences at the same time, in real-time. It's amazing how dicks are put under the same category although they can be so different.

"Stop doing that," Zac spoke. He was talking about the game.

Zac's cock was thicker and smaller compared to Will's when soft. I approached him with my face and sniffed again. I liked it. It was clean but had a characteristic smell that was different from his friend's. Similar but different. I wanted to understand why. Why each cock has a particular and unique smell? I thought about asking the guys, but I didn't want them saying shit about me again. I'd need to find out by myself. I wanted to know if different smells corresponded to different sizes. Again, I was so curious. I had touched my dick and smelled my hand. I thought I knew how I smelled. This was something else.

Feeling safe, I licked the head of Zac's dick. Zac moaned but didn't say a word. I just wanted to check if they had particular tastes too, but I was presented with a whole new experience. I loved the way I made Zac moan by just licking his dick's head. Fuck, I wanted to have a private moment with those cocks but, at the same time, I realized I didn't want to please only the cocks but their owners too. Was that what Lee meant when he said I was submissive? I wanted to offer pleasure without getting anything back. These guys weren't touching my cock. They'd never do such a thing but still, there I was doing that for them.

For a moment, I also considered how weird it was for the two of them to see me there, a guy, sniffing and licking their dicks but, as they told me so many times, they knew I loved cocks. It was okay. I was safe with them. I had nothing else to hide.

Exposed, I surrendered to my instincts. I moved from Zac to Will. I wanted to know if he'd react like Zac. With my hand still on Zac's dick, I licked the tip of Will's cock. He didn't moan, so I licked a little more. Still, nothing happened but, in exchange, I saw it growing bigger. Fantastic! Simply amazing! Men take boners for granted, but there's something so amazing about them. The whole process of watching a cock growing and moving by itself. I didn't touch it during its growing time now. I just watched. I was paying close attention to the head. The skin that covered it retreating as the shaft expanded until the head showed up again. Red. Angry. His slit felt like an eye watching me back. Greeting me `hello again.'

I moved back to Zac and licked his dick's head some more. Zac moaned and his cock was now growing too. I held Will's dick with my hand as if saying I wasn't abandoning him and watched Zac. This time, though, I held his dick coz I wanted to feel the process too. I couldn't describe the way it made me shiver that feeling in my hand.

I loved cocks! What's in it not to love?

"Shut up, dude," Will spoke. Whatever they were talking about, I didn't want to care but... Lee said I should thank them, which meant I couldn't just forget about them. Was that rude?

I looked at them again. I heard the sound coming from the TV. They were still playing. They were focused.

"Thanks, guys," I spoke up.

They found me there kneeling and holding their boners, one in each hand.

"It's alright. Take your time," Will said. It's funny how he changed ever since Zac stepped in the room. It felt like another person.

"If you want any tips though..." Zac started.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Have you ever used lube to jerk off?"

"Lube?" I was that stupid. "Like spit?"

"It works too, but here," Zac took a tube of lube from under the bed and gave it to me. "I like it better with this lube here. It's so much more fun, bud. The way your hand slides easily from top to bottom."

He squeezed a few drops on the head before speaking again.

"Don't worry coz this is tasteless. It's blowjob friendly."

"Why do you need lube?" I asked as I guess I'd never know the answer as I didn't have a dick myself.

"Coz it feels more like it's a blowjob than a handjob. Truth is bud, guys like blowjobs better than handjobs. You see, we can jerk off ourselves, but can't suck. Does it make sense?"

"Kinda..."

My hand slid up and down the lubed shaft and wow! The way it moved so easily felt like those dry engines had been oiled up. As Zac said, it was a lot of fun.

"Are you sure you don't wanna suck them?" Will spoke after a while. "You're just curious. We understand that. We ain't gonna judge you and it never leaves this room."

"No, not sucking..."

"So gimme some natural lube, will ya?"

"Spit?"

"Yeah."

I wanted to spit on my hand, but he didn't let me. He closed his fist on top of mine and held my hand in place.

"The best way to lube the shaft is by either sucking or licking the shaft," he took my hand with his left hand and brought it closer to his cock. "Just one lick, bud. From the balls to the head."

I hesitated but he insisted.

"C'mon, you've done it already. I bet you're gonna love it. You love cocks, remember? You gotta get a real taste of a real man's loving machine. You're just curious. It's okay to give it a try."

When I realized it, I had my nose in his balls. I was curious indeed. Fuck it, I needed to try that. I was curious. I pushed my tongue out and licked slowly his shaft from the ways to the head. I had done that with Greg. It was similar but definitely a lot better. It didn't taste rubber. It was skin, of course, but just like his smell was unique, so was the taste. I guessed it was related to his sweat. Men's balls sweat a lot inside the underwear. Men's dicks also get hard and leak pre from time to time. And it's not only the natural tastes, there's also the soap he uses to wash his cock and even the detergent and softener he uses to wash his undies. Everything gives each cock a particular and unique taste.

"How was it, bud? Did you like it?" Will spoke once I finished licking his shaft. My tongue was still out and connected to the head.

"It's not bad."

"Of course, not. How could it be bad? You love cocks so you should love the way they taste, right? It's just natural."

It made sense. I did like it and there was nothing wrong with it. I was just curious and it was perfectly natural.

"Do you want to try it again? Maybe the taste changes if you keep licking him."

He had a good point. Would the taste change after too many licks? I did the same again but this time I didn't use only the tip of the tongue. I used almost half of it as I pressed my head against his shaft.

It tasted good. Still the same but this time I didn't taste much of the soap. It tasted more like skin. His real taste.

"Come here. Try mine." Zac offered.

I moved to his side and licked his dick as I did to Will's. I could still taste his cock. It was way more pungent maybe because of the lube? But it was still there. The taste of sweat that I was learning to differ greatly from person to person. Zac moaned again but a lot louder now. I liked it so much.

"Do you like it?" Zac asked.

"Yeah..."

"You love it, right?"

Did I love it?

"Yeah. I can taste the lube."

"I have different kinds of lube here. Different flavours too. Wanna try?"

"Ok."

Zac stretched his body to find a box full of different lube tubes.

"Banana, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, cherry..." He had a lot! "Which one do you want?"

I felt like I was in an ice cream shop.

"Banana?" I spoke without thinking too much about it.

"Good choice, banana lover."

Still not thinking about what was going on, I lifted the hand that held his dick and showed it to him thinking he'd squeeze the liquid onto it.

"No, it doesn't taste nice like that. It needs to be mixed with a dick's juices and a real man's sweat. Here," he squeezed a good amount on his cock, "mix it first."

I didn't know how to do it, so he explained:

"Just jerk my cock a little and it will mix. Yeah. Nice. Now try it."

I licked it again and the taste of banana was there. Ripe artificial banana. I could still taste Zac which made the banana taste like him.

"Now try it on Will's."

Will took the tube from Zac's hand and squeezed just three or four drops on his dick.

"You used too much. Our bud here is not like one of these stupid bitches that can't deal with the taste of a real man and needs this shit to fake the flavour. Our bud here loves the taste of a real cock better. Right, bud?"

I indeed preferred the natural taste of a cock to the artificial banana. I nodded.

I mixed the flavours and tried it on his dick now. I could still taste the banana, but his dick's natural flavours were a lot stronger. Yeah, this was much better. The banana was still ripe but, somehow, sweeter now. I guess Will had leaked some pre when I mixed everything which made it even better.

"Try some more," Will squeezed two more drops of lube onto his cock. I mixed it and licked it again. "Do you wanna try strawberry?"

He took the tube in his hand and showed it to me.

"Yeah."

"Can you clean my cock first?" I looked back searching for something piece of cloth to use, but that's not what he wanted. "Nah, use your mouth. You ain't giving me a blowjob. Just wrap him with your lips, as deep as you can get, in the way in you use your tongue to wash him with your tongue and then you suck the saliva off with your lips on your way back."

"But that means I'm sucking you..."

"Yeah, one quick suck isn't a blowjob. We all know this ain't a blowjob, right?" He asked Zac.

"Course. This ain't no blowjob."

"See?" Will held my head from the back of my neck and brought me close to his cock again. His grip changed so he was now holding me by the hair and, like this, he pressed the tip of his dick against my lips. "Just to clean it, Chris. This ain't a blowjob."

I tentatively licked the tip. It was sweet like nectar. This really was meant to be swallowed. I opened my mouth and let it in. Will pulled my head down until it touched the back of my mouth. I stopped him.

"Are you sure that's all you can take? Try another inch?"

I still had half of his cock out of my mouth. I thought I could have at least another inch in. The back of my tongue was now pressed tightly against the head of his cock. There wasn't enough space for the two of them back there but somehow it fit.

"Good, bud. Now make it wet with your tongue. Use lots of saliva."

I literally washed his cock with my saliva. I could taste the banana and his juices too. I hate to admit it, but his cock tasted great. The worst part was how I thought having his dick in my mouth was way better than just licking it. Did it mean I liked sucking dick? No, I would never do that.

I thought I was done, but Will still had his hand on my head.

"No, bud. A little more. Stay there for another minute."

I tried to speak but could not.

"What? Is it too deep?" Still grabbing my head by the hair, he helped me up half the way before stopping me from letting it all the way out. There must have been a gallon of saliva going down his shaft and onto Zac's bed. "Better?" he asked.

I said `Yeah' somehow.

"But now you can't get my cock clean which was the whole point. You can get him back where he was before, can't you?"

Maybe I could. I didn't know.

"Let's try it again."

Will pushed my head down back to where the tip of his dick was lodged at the back of my mouth. I was trying not to close my lips, but my jaw started hurting and I didn't find any other option. He quickly noticed it.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. This way you can keep the saliva there."

I don't know how long I stayed there. The only things that made me aware of time was the cock throbbing and leaking in my mouth.

Will helped me up again just to push me down after a few seconds. Eventually, I was growing tired and he let me off altogether. As I went up though, I made sure to close my lips tight on the shaft to make sure it was clean for the next round of lube. That's how I noticed something that I had felt with Greg before. It's different when I felt the cock with my hand and then with my lips. With lips, I could feel each vein that popped out. But nothing felt so unique as sensing the bump that came when my lips moved from the shaft to the head and then how the head's texture felt in my mouth. I never noticed that. The head looked so smooth, but in my mouth, it was a little rougher than I imagined. I couldn't help but wonder if all dicks were the same.

"Now, clean mine," Zac invited me.

I hesitated again.

"What?" Zac asked.

"The way he forced my head up and down felt like a blowjob to me." I stared at Will who smiled.

"Just a little bit. Yeah. But it ain't a blowjob if you don't get your mouth off and go back again. Besides, you were moaning, dude. I bet you loved it in your mouth."

Did I moan?

"You didn't like it, man?" Zac asked. "C'mon, you love dick in your mouth."

"I..."

"And my dick loves mouths too. They were made for each other. You wanna please my cock, don't you? I doubt it hurts to put him in your mouth for a little bit. And just a little bobbing can't be that bad."

"You can't use your hands," I said. I didn't want him forcing me up and down as Will did.

"No hands but you got to suck me for as long as you sucked Will. It's only fair," Zac said while Will showed me his watch. It read 00:08:46.

"Bullshit. I didn't suck Will for almost nine minutes."

"You did, bud. Listen, let's make a deal. For every minute you suck Zac's cock, I'll feed you a drop of pre. For each minute you suck my cock, Zack feeds you with his pre too."

"You must be kidding. I don't see myself winning anything in this deal."

"Of course you win. You get to suck cock and still taste pre. Man, first, I don't need this. I get a lot of pussy. Second, you can't hide it anymore. You love it. And you can only trust us since we're the only ones that know that. If you don't suck, you don't get to swallow pre anymore."

I was worried but Zac looked anxious. He stared at Will as if not believing his ears. What would I do?

"Okay." I was defeated. I just needed to go to the end with this. I wouldn't do anything of the sort ever again, so it shouldn't be a problem. I had to feel it all.

Zac laughed. "Hold on. We gotta change something here. I don't want you to clean my cock. I don't want you to just suck it clean. I want you to give me a blowjob. I want you to admit it. I want you to put your mouth on my cock and go as deep as you can then come up just to go down again. Up and down for nine minutes. For every minute you get a drop of pre as your reward. Fuck, this sounds absurd, but... Is that clear?"

I nodded, humiliated.

"So, what are you going to give me?"

"A... a blowjob."

"Good. Do you know how to give blowjobs?"

"Not really."

"Anyway, I'm sure you're gonna learn quick." Zac got another random tube of lube and squeezed it on his cock. "You better learn quick."

"Hey, he likes it better without lube," Will stated.

"And I like it better with lube. I like it sloppy. Now, c'mon, bitch. It won't suck itself."

I didn't want to do this, did I? No, I didn't. Still, there was something about sucking cock that made me curious. I wanted to test if the texture of his dick head was the same as Will's. And what did it taste like? His cock had fewer veins than Will's. Did that mean I'd still feel it with my tongue and lips? What about the size of his dick head? It was bigger and fuller than Will's. Would I be able to tell from the way it felt in my mouth? Could it lodge in the back of my mouth as Will's did? The questions didn't stop coming as I pressed my lips against the tip to kiss him. I again stuck my tongue out to lick the pre. Not surprising to me, it tasted great. Good texture and consistency. I wondered if all guys produced great pre like these two. Believe it or not, I've never tried mine.

Although he had promised he wouldn't use his hands, I felt them forcing me down.

"No hands," I managed to say.

"But you're teasing me too long."

Zac became a different guy since the moment I said I'd give him a blowjob. This was his true self.

Will knelt beside me. I could see him from the corner of my eye as the head of Zac's dick slid into my mouth.

"You don't know how to give head, right? Can I help you?"

I didn't have any say in this even if I wanted to. Was he going to suck Zac's dick too?

"Let me show you how I like my cock sucked." He put his hand on the back of my head as Zac withdrew his hands. "You're gonna practice on his cock before sucking mine."

"Hey! Not fair," Zac protested. "Why does he practice on mine and go for real on yours?"

"Coz I have more experience," Will answered. "We both know you barely use this lube you have there. Let me teach him, okay? I bet I can do this better than you anyway. That's why you called me, right? So, leave it to me."

"You just get a lot of head coz you're rich. I just want to make that clear," Zac protested.

"Whatever, dude. The point is I got more head than you. That's it. Now let me teach him, alright?" Then to me, he said, "Ready, bitch?"

I was still looking at him from the corner of my eyes. I was scared. What was he planning to do with me?

"It's alright, bud," Will said. The way he said `bud' showed his intentions. It didn't sound friendly anymore. It was ironic. Almost sadistic. "I'll take care of you now. Let's start easy, okay? But you're gonna have the whole experience before you leave this room tonight. This way, you can't complain that you haven't sucked dick for real coz you are going to suck dick as experts do before I'm done with you."

I wanted to respond, but nothing I said made sense.

"I said it's okay. We'll start easy. But let's cut the love shit now coz what I want from you now is more like passion, not love. Do you understand the difference? Do you?"

I didn't, but I pretended I did.

"Ok. I'll push your head down and you let me know when it touches your throat, alright?"

"Dude, you're gonna scare him," Zac said.

"Shut up, man. I'm tired of this shit already. You want him to suck cock, so let's make him suck cock. I came here for a blowjob, not for this bullshit. You can tell the guys later that this is on me."

He pushed my head down unceremoniously until I felt the head touching the back of my mouth at the point where I felt like gagging. I warned him.

"Good. Now, you see you still have a good three or four inches still out of your mouth? What do you do with that?"

I didn't know. Was pretending it didn't exist an option?

"It needs to go somewhere. Some guys like to have their bitches stroking that part, others prefer when it goes into the mouth. I'm more like the second type, but I can teach you what it feels like to try both approaches. Hold the base of his dick. Yeah. Your hand will move with your mouth..."

"He's using his teeth," Zac mumbled.

"What?" Will asked.

"I can feel his teeth," Zac spoke louder now.

"That's not good, bitch," Will said to me. "Let's try this again." He pulled my head up until I had only the tip in my mouth. "Open your mouth wider. You can't scrape cock with teeth. That's lesson number one to any good cocksucker."

I felt degraded, but I did ask for this. Lee had said that guys behave differently, that cocks have different tastes when it came to being pleased. No cock was the same. I considered sucking dick part of a one-time experience, but I didn't imagine it would be like this. Not with Will fucking my mouth with Zac's cock. I thought it would be more gentle and even romantic. It's worth explaining that I wasn't loving their cocks per se. That's stupid. I loved the idea that I could play with dicks as I'd play with mine if I had one. I loved a missing part of my body.

The question then was if I'd fuck throats if I had a dick like theirs. Would I? I couldn't understand why guys liked it rough. Will said it. Lee warned me. I've heard that before. I always thought I'd be a gentle lover in bed but being romantic didn't seem to be the norm.

If I had a bigger cock, I'd probably want to fuck throats too. This came to my mind as I felt Zac's dick throbbing in my mouth still angry and demanding. Having a real cock means you want the others to know it. Damn it, I'd be so proud of my cock I'd walk naked whenever I could just to show it off. I'd want people talking not about my gentle side, but my rough one. I've never seen chicks bragging about fucking guys who were romantic and nice. That only happens in the movies. In real life, chicks talk about the guys who fucked them nice and rough. That's more like Tina Turner's `Proud Mary.' Gosh, where was I going with all this thinking?

These guys were proud of their cocks. I'd be too if I were them. They deserved throats. Greg deserved throats too. That's their privilege and their right. I just didn't want to be on the giving side of the equation.

"Cover your teeth with your lips and make sure you drench his cock with your saliva. You don't want to burn your lips bobbing on a dry cock."

"Just use more lube," Zac interrupted.

"Shut up, dude," and back to me again. "Ready? Let's start easy. The hand you have on his dick will be like an extension of your mouth. It will cover the part your mouth doesn't reach. This is something amateurs usually do. Pros do it too, but when pros do this, they do it coz they want to try something different and not because that's the only thing they can do. Let's begin."

Will's hand forced me back down on Zac's dick. With my hand attached to my mouth, I was able to stop once my little finger reached his pubes. I was safe, but the cock was still deep in my mouth. Not deep enough to make me gag but at the edge. He held my head in place.

"Saliva, bitch. Lots of it. Drench that shaft. A wet cock is all you want now." I tried my best to coat it. "Don't you feel bad for having your hand there? It just proves you're a worthless cocksucker. I doubt Zac's gonna remember this blowjob once you leave. A ridiculous forgettable blowjob. A forgettable cocksucker. There's nothing bad about being a cocksucker. On the contrary, you should be proud of it. Real men need bitches like you. We are even thankful you exist, but a lame cocksucker is just a waste. If you want to suck cock, you may as well do it right, don't you think?"

I didn't want to be a cocksucker. Yes, I was sucking a cock, but it was a one-time thing. These two guys would know it but to the rest of the world, I'd still be a normal bloke who once walked around covered in cum on the campus. But other guys have done worse. It's okay, I assured myself.

No! That is not entirely true. I never liked to be average. What about worthless and forgettable? I didn't want that, but what's the point of being a good cocksucker if this was only a one-time experience? If no one else would know about this?

"Now, let's bring your mouth to the top of the dick. Yeah. Use your tongue and swirl around and feel his head. Every guy loves it when you do a good job with the head. That's the most sensitive part. This also means, don't you fucking use your teeth on it. Understand?"

I nodded somehow.

The head of Zac's dick was way smoother than Will's. So nice, it felt like an extension of my tongue. I can say without any doubt that the head was the part I liked the most. I even used my tongue to play with the slit and I bet it was rewarding me with a good dosage of pre.

"One minute," Zac stated.

"Ok." Will stood up. "Here, bitch. Your prize." Will showed me his dick. There was a drop of pre there. I looked up and he motioned to the cock again. "Lick it. That's the deal."

Still keeping my hand on Zac's cock I approached Will's with my tongue and lapped up the pre that oozed from there. So fucking good! But so humiliating!

"Ok, back to your playground." He grabbed my head again and forced me onto Zac's cock. "Let's try a little bobbing."

Will forced my head down until my finger reached Zac's pubes and then pulled me back up by the hair like a ragdoll. Once the head was the only part left inside, he forced me all the way down. But not only that. He forced me to take a little more. My hand was still there to keep the cock from entering my throat, but the little finger gave way to the ring one.

Every time he pulled me up, he'd force me down with more force. His arms were not only pulling my head up and then pushing it down. He was applying force too. My neck tensed up once I realized my hand wouldn't be enough to keep me safe from suffocating which made him apply even more force. From the corner of my eyes, I found him again. He was scowling with pure anger. Something clicked when I saw his expression.

I made sounds as I tried to tell him this wasn't okay. I was afraid he'd end up tearing the hair from my scalp.

He pulled my head up until the tip was touching my lips.

"Two minutes," Zac said.

I licked the pre from the head of Will's cock, but took the chance to speak.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"I'm helping you. No, really! Once you get the dick in your throat, this will get a lot harder. I'm getting you ready. That's all." Will was sweaty and even panting a little due to all the effort on my head.

I didn't like that, but I wasn't leaving. Why?

From the moment I realized Will would make me deepthroat their cocks even if it meant suffocating me, I got myself thinking about Greg again. Lee had told me about deepthroating Greg and how hard it would be. All the training I'd need to go through before being able to get that mammoth deep in my throat to the balls. I had one month to do that. Zac's cock was nothing compared to Greg. Will should be thinking he was threatening me with his actions, but he didn't know I wasn't thinking about their cocks anymore. Of course, I enjoyed the way they felt in my hands and mouth and all the benefits I got from them. But Greg was much better than them. It was for Greg I was doing this.

Lee had told me not to badmouth my mates' dicks, but this situation required a stronger approach.

I scoffed.

"I'm not scared of your cocks, dude. You're not even that big."

"Oh, really? So why don't you take it in your throat?"

I looked at Zac's cock. Fuck, it wasn't as big as Greg, but still big enough to choke me.

"Go on."

I forced myself on his cock until the moment it passed the limit that separated mouth from throat and started gagging. I didn't stop though. I tried again and again until I concluded it was a lot harder than I imagined.

I had water coming out of my eyes and nose. There was also this viscous liquid from my mouth, something I didn't know I had inside myself. I made a mess on Zac's bed as it spilled out.

"What's wrong? I thought we weren't that big." Will laughed.

I tried again, but it just wasn't going in.

Zac stood up, leaving me there trying to recover.

"He's just beginning, dude. You gotta be more patient." Zac stated in my defense while he used tissue to clean his dick.

"I can see that," Will sounded a little calmer now. "Listen, I don't want to kill him, okay? I just thought he was one of those natural cocksuckers, you know? The ones who can take cock to the balls on their first try? This is just lame."

"I know, but not everyone is like that." Zac agreed. "He's a bad cocksucker, that's all. Can't blame him. He can get better..."

"Nah, that would never happen. I know this kind of cocksucker. The way he protects his throat from invasion with his hand. Terrified it might choke him. You are either born with the skill or not."

"Yeah, that's unfortunate. But I bet he can still give us good handjobs."

What were they implying? That I couldn't suck cock? I could suck cock. I could deepthroat Greg if I wanted to. Damn it! I was just useless. I considered asking them to let me try again, but what for? I could pretend I didn't know the reality, but there was no denying I couldn't deepthroat. I was a terrible cocksucker, period.

"Hey, bud," Zac put his hand on my shoulder, "you can give us handjobs, right?"

I nodded. Defeated again!

"I could've found a chick to suck me tonight, but instead..." Will complained, "here I am. Wasted night! Receiving hand from a useless cocksucker. Anyway, this is still better than nothing."

My heart sank. I was devastated. They stood on each side of me while I, on my knees, stroked their cocks. The magic was gone. There was still something inside saying this was good, but nah!

"I'm gonna cum," announced one. The other said he was close too.

"He doesn't deserve to swallow it. Just shoot on his head," Will ordered.

They brushed my hands away and jerked off to completion. They didn't let me finish them off. This should mean something terrible. I received their cum on my head but wasn't thinking about it.

"Get out, bitch. Useless!" Will said still angry.

I stomped off back to my room. Pissed! Cum dripping from my hair onto my shoulder. A few guys walked by:

"Is gooey back?" One of them asked.

"Fuck off!" I yelled before storming into my room and shutting the door behind me.

I was so angry I could explode. How dare those two say I couldn't suck cock? Wasn't I good enough to swallow their cum? Wasn't I worth their cum? I looked at myself in the mirror. I was worth their cum!

I scooped a good glob with my right hand, looked at it for a few seconds and then brought it to my mouth. I let it sit there. I swished it around. The taste wasn't good. No, it was too bitter and the texture reminded me of snot. Fucking nasty snot. But I was worth it! I swallowed. I scooped more and only stopped when I had swallowed every single drop. I'd show them.

I lie down on my bed. I couldn't look at Greg. I couldn't do anything. Everything was still so alive in my head. Fuck! Fuck!!! How dare they say I was a useless cocksucker?

Time went by, and I calmed down. The questions started changing. Why was I pissed? I should be happy. I wasn't a cocksucker, that's the fucking reason I wasn't a good one. That's all. Everything that happened was nothing but an experiment driven by that stupid curiosity. It was over and would never happen again.

I found my phone on my desk beside Greg. I felt like touching him but didn't. I laid on my bed again and texted Zac.

`You can't tell anyone. You promise?' That was my biggest concern.

`Promise.'

Should I trust him? What about Will? I was so stupid.

When I woke up the sun was rising. Someone was knocking on my door. Before opening it, I took a quick look in the mirror. I had dried cum on my face. I didn't bother cleaning it off. Everyone had seen fresh and dried cum on my face already. Not a big deal.

I opened the door to find Zac there.

"What now?" I asked. He let himself in as usual.

"Will was so rough with you yesterday. I came to apologize."

"Dude, it's five in the morning. You can't be serious."

"Shhh. Everyone's gonna hear you."

He was right. The whole place was silent.

"He was rude. Both of you were."

"I know. I'm sorry, okay?" Did he mean it?

I sat on my bed. He sat on my right side.

I could've said anything, asked him to fuck off forever, it was all up to me. I could've ended this whole nightmare once and for all. I could have Zac turning away and never knocking on my door again. I could've ended it like a real man. I could...

"I can't be that bad," I blurted out.

"Bad?" Zac pretended he didn't know what I was talking about. I was getting pissed again. "Oh... Ooohh, a bad cocksucker?"

"Shhhhhhhh."

"Sorry. I mean, you're... you're just not good."

"Fuck you."

"Do you want the truth? Or I can just lie to you."

I sighed. Greg was there staring at us, ashamed of me. How could he share the same roof with a horrible cocksucker?

"I prefer it when I jerk off," I gave him the evil eye. "Hey, that's just the truth."

I looked away. This was rude.

"You can practice though. Will said you have to be born a good cocksucker, but that's bullshit. That never happens. He was trying to put you down. You can't be good if you don't practice. No one is."

"How do you know?"

"There are thousands of tutorials online teaching how to suck dick, dude. If you couldn't learn by practicing, you wouldn't find this stuff on the net, right?"

"And how do you know that?" I looked back at him.

"Well, I had chicks sucking my cock, but no one did a good job. That's why I started buying lube. I thought they didn't like the taste, so I offered different flavours. But nothing worked. Then I found these tutorials online coz I thought I could teach them how to suck dick better. But they didn't listen."

The conversation was surreal. Now it was Zac's turn to look away across the window.

"Do you wanna practice?" He murmured.

"What?"

"Here's the thing. I don't have much practice being sucked and that sucks. You don't know how to suck dick... Well, we can help each other."

Why did his proposition sound fair?

"I don't wanna be a cocksucker..."

"Well, technically you are already. But a bad one. The only thing you can change now is how good you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh... You can't change the fact that you are a cocksucker. You sucked cock so you'll forever be a cocksucker no matter what happens. The only thing you can change is to become a good cocksucker rather than a bad one. That's it."

So weird. I should feel insulted but he wasn't lying. Maybe I was just too sensitive after all. Once I thought Bob was the sensitive one, but apparently not.

Zac and I turned our heads until our eyes met. It's funny. I've seen many sides of Zac, the horny, the happy, the angry, but this one seemed the real one. He wasn't just trying to use me this time. Although weird, he wanted to help me.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Will you be offended?"

"No. Just shoot."

"Would you suck me? If I suck you again. This would make everything so much easier for me."

"I can't. I don't wanna be a cocksucker. You wanted to. You've become one coz you wanted to. No one forced you, right? You said it yourself..."

"Yeah, I remember."

Silence.

"Can I ask you something? Without you getting offended?" Zac said.

"Shoot."

"Why do you want to have your cock sucked?"

"Who doesn't?"

"You gotta tiny cock, right? I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird? For the chick, I mean. Or for a guy. I don't know."

I should feel offended again, but he wasn't even the first one to say that to me. Lee, the guy I trusted the most, said something of the sort to me and I listened to him. Lee asked me not to touch my cock again. He said that by touching my pencil dick I'd make myself sad and compare myself to others. I should only touch Greg. I've been doing that and, yeah, I didn't miss jerking off. I was horny but jerking off didn't feel like a possible solution for that anymore. I just didn't know why.

"Why would it be weird?" I was honestly curious. That was a question I didn't have an answer to.

"I mean... You saw how you sucked my cock. You held it in your hand while you sucked it. It was big enough for your mouth and your hand. I bet that's a lot of fun for the cocksucker. But a tiny cock... I mean... Do you know what I mean? Isn't that like sucking a limp dick? It must feel like, I don't know, sucking a worm?"

I sighed.

"How big is it?" he asked.

"Small."

"Small like a little finger?" He showed me his finger.

"Kinda."

"Uh..."

"I wanted to be like you," I confessed.

"Nah. We are all unique. Dude, you may have a small cock, but you got a big ass." I've heard that before. "And I'm sure you can become a great cocksucker."

"I don't understand the connection between having a little dick and being a good cocksucker."

"I don't know... Maybe you can compensate for your little cock by dealing with bigger ones."

I shook my head.

"I mean," he continued, "you have a ten-foot long dildo on your desk. I thought that was the reason why. You compensate one with the other. Why else?"

"I don't do anything with him," I lied.

"You don't need to lie," he said. How did he know I was lying? "Yesterday, I saw the dildo and it was wet. Your desk was covered with spit. And don't lie. I know spit when I see it. You were sucking it, weren't you? I don't think you're gay. You said you aren't and I believe you. But you are obsessed with cocks and dildos. If you ain't gay, then it means you at least like to have bigger ones around to compensate. Am I wrong?"

Was he? This was so hard to explain. I had no idea what to say because I didn't understand it either. I knew I wasn't gay. I knew no one would believe it, but I wasn't. My connection with cocks had nothing to do with relationships with men. I still thought of myself getting married to a chick. Having a family maybe. The one thing that changed though is that now I couldn't picture myself fucking them anymore. I was embarrassed because I knew they wouldn't like my cock. I would never be able to please them with something so tiny. So, in the end, Zac was right. I should be compensating for my lack of dick with my mates' cocks. But I knew that already, didn't I?

"Yeah..." I said.

"That's what I'm saying. Don't take me wrong, okay? It's just that I think you don't need to jerk off your dick when you got so many bigger ones to jerk and suck. Why bother with yours? It just looks like a waste of time to me. That's all. I mean, if you had no option then okay, but you do... There are so many more options."

"So what do you suggest?"

He'd convinced me already. I understood his reasoning. Although difficult to grasp, it did make sense. Now, I wanted to know what he had in mind more practically.

"Well, it's Saturday. Why don't we go for an intensive course? We start now and only stop tomorrow night? I'm sure I can cum ten or more times a day, so it wouldn't be a problem. By tomorrow night I'm sure you'll go from a bad cocksucker to a great one. Do you want that?"

That idea was so outrageous but, at the same time, so correct. I still didn't want to become a cocksucker, but that wasn't an option anymore. I realized I could live with the idea that I was a cocksucker. I just didn't want to think I was a bad one. If I were to remember what happened with Zac and Will years later, I'd feel better if I knew I had been praised for my skills rather than ridiculed.

"Ok," I agreed.

"Good," I guess he couldn't believe his ears. "Oh, good, yeah, great!" Zac became increasingly happy. "Amazing, really."

"But this ain't about you," I said. "This is about me learning how to become good at... sucking. You'll just be lending me your cock for practice. Then, after tomorrow, we never talk about this again. No one is to know about what happened here. Deal?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Ok then."

"So, uh... How do you wanna start?" Zac was containing his excitement.

"I don't know. What do you think?" I was so embarrassed.

"Uh... How about we start now? Get on your knees."

I've done this before. I could do this again, but I was ashamed. I couldn't control it. There is an obvious hierarchy between two dudes when one becomes a sucker and the other the suckee. In practice, I accepted my submission to Zac. Embarrassing but, somehow, pleasing too? Why should I feel okay with this arrangement?

I kneeled. I wanted to just suck cock this time. I didn't want to have the full experience as I pictured yesterday after my talk with Lee. Zac stood in front of me. His cock hidden by his pajamas. It was different already. His dick wasn't soft. It was hard and trying to pierce the flannel. I looked up.

"You still gotta do this for yourself," he said.

"This is embarrassing..."

"Hey, I understand you only want to suck cock. All the rest may feel like you're giving in too much. But cocksucking isn't only about sucking cock. Great cocksuckers know that. Yesterday you showed me you do love cock. You can't do it well if you don't love it. You gotta bring that slut out again if you want to do this right."

"I don't know if I can. Or if I want to."

"Just look at it... I mean, him. You like it when I call my dick `him,' right?"

I don't think it was a matter of liking, it just seemed natural.

"Look at him, you love him, his balls, his pubes, his purple head leaking pre."

He did know about all the parts that appealed to me. In other words, all of them.

"I saw the way you nuzzled him yesterday. The way you smelled him. Dude, that's so hot. You may be bad at sucking, but you're great at showing affection and that's an advantage. You do that and I can guarantee that even if you don't suck like a pro, you'll never be forgotten."

Slowly, I approached his crotch with my face. I pressed into his concealed boner with my face. It smelled like detergent. I could feel the flannel gently brushing my cheeks as his dick poked my forehead. I sniffed again. I mostly smelled detergent, but there was something more pungent and subtle too. It was his manhood. I guessed Zac hadn't showered since last night so he probably had dried cum on his dick. Those drops that insistently leak even hours after orgasm. When not cleaned, they cling to the head, the pubes and shaft leaving an unmistakable scent that I knew well from smelling myself. It wasn't strong, but it was there.

I started kissing the shaft from the bottom to the top. Several times until I stopped at the tip and put it in my mouth. I could now taste the clean fabric against my tongue. It absorbed the saliva. The kiss had turned dry but it was still nice. Gradually, my mouth released more saliva and the cloth damped up. I looked at his shorts. It was wet in the spot where the head was pressed against. I did that.

"You love big cocks, huh?"

"Yeah." There was no denying anymore.

"Do you wanna pull him out?" Zac suggested.

I hooked my fingers on the waistband. My heart beating faster as I pulled it down. His dick got stuck in the waistband so when released, it slapped against his abs with a loud `pah' sound before bouncing up and down before my eyes.

"Let's make this first one fast. I'll last longer after but now I just wanna cum. Make me cum."

I was okay with that, but I wanted to have that full experience they didn't allow me the day before. I must've looked disappointed.

"Don't worry," he patted my head. "I cum faster the first and second times, but after the third, I can go on for hours without an orgasm. You'll have cock to suck for so many hours you're gonna complain."

I couldn't see myself complaining yet.

I took his dick with my hand, but Zac stopped me.

"No hands. We can practice jerking off another time. Let's focus on sucking now, okay?"

"Don't tell me I'm not good at jerking off either..." I worried.

"Well, it's better than your sucking, but we can practice that too. I don't know what it's like to have a tiny dick, but I guess jerking bigger cocks must be totally different. But it's okay. Don't be sad. I'm gonna help you, okay? Thing is now I want a blowjob, not a handjob."

That was absurd but still made sense. So embarrassing. I didn't know how to jerk off. A man my age didn't know how to jerk off.

Zac dropped his shorts and stepped out before taking off his shirt. I didn't understand why he had to strip to get a blowjob. He gave me an explanation:

"I know you love cocks, but I guess I can make you love masculine bodies too."

"Disgusting."

"Well, I bet you thought dicks were disgusting too, right? And yet you changed your mind. I'm here to help you ain't I? I think you'll feel a lot happier when you realize you love the whole body and not only the cock."

"Whatever," I answered sure that it wouldn't happen. I had a nice body myself. I could understand my fascination for cocks as compensation for my small dick, but I couldn't say the same for my body.

"Ok, put the head in your mouth and suckle on it for a minute before sucking."

I took one last look at his dick head. From this close, it wasn't smooth, but weirdly it felt smooth on my tongue. It should be the saliva filling up the cracks on the head.

"Use your tongue on the bottom to massage it. Yeah, good. Leave it there and suck off the pre you love so much. Good, fuck this is amazing."

The experience was different this time if compared to the day before. I had time now. Zac wasn't forcing me either.

"Now get it deep down your mouth. Let's check your limit again."

It hadn't changed from the day before. I was afraid I would never be able to go any further. From the corner of my eyes, I found Greg. Somehow, I was doing this for him. How would I ever be able to throat him if I couldn't throat Zac?

For Greg, I decided to give it a try. I forced my head forward just to find myself choking and coughing as more of that viscous liquid came out of my mouth. As I tried to recover, Zac used it to lube his dick.

"I didn't know about this until yesterday," he was talking about that slimy liquid. "I looked it up on the net, they say it's mucous that protects your throat. It may come out when you insert something in your throat like dicks. They say it's for protection but I think it's for blowjobs. It's there for a better purpose, right? It feels a lot better than lube."

"Not fun," I had water coming out from every hole in my face.

"It is for me," he laughed. "C'mon. You can choke but you can't take this long to recover. Kills the mood. Open up for me."

I put his cock in my mouth again and started bobbing back and forth slowly.

"Look at me."

I looked up. It was an incredible sight I gotta say. His nice abs, the pecs holding his hard nipples, his face showing how hot he was for me. The way he frowned and bit his lip when I touched the right spots with my tongue. Amazing how everything was connected.

"Put your hands on my ass and fuck your mouth with my cock."

His smooth ass was also something I had never thought about. Muscled and firm, they were great to hold. I used my hands to bring his body closer to me and give me more cock. Enough to keep me from gagging, but deep enough to make him moan. Zac moved his waist back and I pulled him to me again. In one of those motions, he came forward and his cock entered my throat choking me again.

"You got it there," he celebrated while I gagged.

"Fuck, this is impossible."

"It's not. Go slowly this time. Focus, alright? One inch at a time. You don't need to get him deep in your throat at once. Come here."

He took me by the hair and pushed my head deep onto his cock until I got to the limit. It was rough, but a lot nicer than Will.

"One inch. That's all. Focus!" He put his fingers around his shaft like a ring. "Here, get your lips here. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You gotta think my dick won't suffocate you. Better yet, try not to think. Forget about it all. You know when you can't sleep coz you start thinking too much? It's the same. You won't be able to take all of it if you don't stop thinking."

I tried, but it didn't work. I did try my best, but how could I not think when I've got a cock sinking into my throat? We tried several times, but I'd always end up coughing while throat mucus scattered everywhere.

"This might take longer than I thought," Zac commented. "Just give me a normal blowjob coz I need to cum. We'll train your throat again after that."

I agreed. I needed to rest.

"Let me fuck your head. Don't worry coz I won't force him in your throat."

Zac took me by the ears and fucked my mouth as he would with a pussy. I looked up but he wasn't focused on me. Zac was looking up at the ceiling. I wondered what he was thinking about. Before my eyes, I found his sexy pubes getting closer and then farther from my mouth repeatedly. He didn't take too long to cum.

"Don't swallow," he ordered. "Keep it in your mouth."

I thought he'd ask me to swish it in my mouth as Lee had warned me. Again, the taste wasn't good. Far from it. His cum was a little salty and the texture terrified me. Still, I accepted it.

He had his spasms. He panted loudly as he tried to find his balance again. He took his dick out of my mouth, got a glass I had on my desk and gave it to me.

"Spit," he ordered.

I didn't understand but complied. Why wouldn't he ask me to swallow? Isn't that what he wanted from me? Isn't that what all men expected from their cocksuckers?

I didn't need to ask why. My question was obvious.

"You don't deserve to swallow cum `til you learn how to properly suck a dick."

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Nope. Cum is a gift I give only to those that deserve it. You don't. Yet! I'm sure before the day is over you'll be swallowing a fresh load but also this one here." He retrieved the glass from my mouth and left it near Greg.

We had breakfast and trained some more. I just couldn't throat him. Not even that extra inch. Nothing. I was useless. Zac was still patient, but he wouldn't let me swallow his jizz. On the third trial, it took me a lot longer to make him cum. I didn't have the notion of time, but it was easily over an hour. That's when I noticed another huge issue about sucking cock. How much my jaw ached from being stretched for that long. It's terribly painful. I had to withdraw every three or so minutes to close my mouth and rearrange my jaw that couldn't take it any longer.

"What's going on, dude? Rather than improving, you're getting worse," Zac complained.

"My jaw. Fuck. It's worse than the dentist, like a lot worse."

"It can't be that bad," he commented.

I couldn't believe that.

"You can't be serious. You're there just watching and enjoying and can't even empathize."

"Dude, I'm helping you out, okay? If you ain't happy I can leave. I don't think it can be that bad coz I've seen porn, okay? The bitches suck cock for two hours straight and don't complain. They just keep sucking. And no cuts. I've seen it. That's why I'm saying you're being a pussy."

"It hurts," I insisted.

"And having you resting every three minutes won't get me off. It's a horrible blowjob."

Zac searched for his pants and dressed up. I couldn't believe it. Was he leaving me for real?

"Hey, this is unfair," I protested.

"Relax. I'm not giving up on you. It's just that I had an idea. Let's go to my room."

I didn't know what he had in mind but I could only trust him. I found other guys in the corridor. Zac walked in front of me. He had a boner that his pajamas could barely hide. It's obvious people knew we were doing something sexual. What about that wet spot where his dickhead was? As if someone (in this case me) had sucked on that part?

"Come on, babe." He took me by the hand and we went in his room.

It looked the same as the day before. Even the cans were still there untouched.

"So, what's the big plan?" I asked.

He opened his wardrobe and started looking for something and didn't stop until he showed me a pink ball he threw at me.

"Chewing gum. Just put it between your teeth and don't bite," he continued browsing until he threw at me a pair of used socks. "Use this to clean yourself when you start drooling."

"What the fuck?"

"You ain't training your jaw on my cock, dude. Sorry. Keep it in your mouth for one hour before you go for the real deal. I can't take the aching-jaw shit anymore."

Zac turned his Playstation on and started playing Crash again.

"Wanna play?" He offered me the joystick. "You can keep the gum there while you play. Just make sure you don't bite it coz then you gotta start again."

"I'll drool," I stated the obvious.

"Damn." Zac browsed a little more before coming with a silver tape in his hand. "I can tape the sock on your face."

"This is dirty and it smells bad."

"Well, that's the reason why I'm discarding them. They won't kill you."

"Whatever," I agreed.

He made sure I had the malleable gum between my teeth like an apple in a roasted pig's mouth, then he used the socks to cover my mouth and the tape to keep it all in place. He set his watch to beep after one hour and showed it to me when he pressed `start.'

"Make sure you don't bite the gum or we're gonna have to start again. We can eat something once you do your part."

We started playing and the first five or so minutes were okay, but after ten minutes I started to panic. It should be fifteen minutes when I pressed pause and grumbled.

"What? Dude, it's not even half an hour," he sighed. "You're gonna have to start again, understand?"

I nodded.

Once he got me out, I was so relieved. I had drenched his socks already and this was just the first try. My jaw hurt bad. I tried another two times but couldn't make it to thirty minutes.

"Useless," he complained. "Let's grab lunch and admit you can't do this."

"I can! I will!"

"Whatever. Let's go!"

We had snacks for lunch because we didn't want to waste too much time in the cafeteria. Well, I looked more eager than him because I had something to prove. This situation was pissing me off. I WAS WORTH HIS FUCKING CUM!

Back in his room, I was determined to keep the gum – I was given a new one – in my mouth, untouched. Last time, I sank my teeth into the candy and Zac reprehended me for that too. This time, I would not.

And I did try. But it was only after five trials that I managed to do it. I found out that after thirty minutes, my jaw would get a little numb as if my brain understood that its natural position was open and not closed. I also realized that if I stopped thinking about how much it hurt, it wouldn't hurt as much. Simple psychology, but it does work.

Zac was focused on the game when his watch beeped.

"No way! Did you do it?" He paused the game to find me nodding.

It should be about four o'clock. It took me about five hours to achieve that.

"Do you think you can do more? Fifteen minutes? Remember that porno goes for over two hours?"

I shook my hand. I couldn't stay like that for another hour.

"Ok."

Zac released me. The socks were drenched. He got the colourless gum from my mouth and threw it away after checking it. I hadn't bitten it. My jaw was still hurting and it also hurt when I tried to close it again. I rubbed my face and opened and closed my mouth as if trying to put it back to place.

"I'm amazed!" he said. "Really am. Ready for the real deal now?"

"Wait. Gimme a few minutes." I continued massaging my cheeks aware that I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth open for another hour.

"I won't take too long now. I'm horny as fuck. C'mon, man. Let me try out your new skill." Zac spoke like a boy who got a new version of his favourite toy.

Zac helped me back on the carpet that my knees were growing to know so well. He didn't wait for me and dropped his shorts hastily to present me his cock again. I understood then that this would never be about cocks and me. It'd always be about those dudes and nothing else. I was just a tool for them to get off like one of those gadgets one buys from a sex shop.

"Let me in," he pointed his cock at my mouth and penetrated it without effort. As I was still used to keeping it open, it wasn't too hard this time as I feared. "I won't fuck your throat this time. But you don't let my dick out. It only leaves your mouth after I unload in it. Got it?"

I nodded unable to speak. I looked up and our eyes met. He patted me on the face as if saying good boy,' or maybe good bitch' and resumed his fucking. This time, though, as promised, he didn't move too deep. He respected my limits and fucked my mouth only.

"Try to make some pressure with your mouth. Like a vacuum cleaner. Yeah, but not too much, just enough to... Yeah. Wow, that's it. Perfect."

After a few minutes though, Zac seemed impatient. He walked away and I followed him on my fours as he reached for something under the bed. It was hard to keep my mouth in place, but he made a case by holding my head still with his hand.

"Hang on, bud," he said before standing up again with the box of lubes in his hands. "I still like it better with lube. Which flavour do you want? Banana again?" He showed me the yellow tube.

I mumbled something. I didn't care, honestly.

"Strawberry? You must be craving something else. Cherry? Let's try cherry?" He stopped my head from bobbing back and forth but kept the head in my mouth. Holding still, I waited for him to coat his shaft with lube before pulling my mouth deep onto his shaft again. "Much better, right?"

I guess he didn't mind being deepthroated without lube because of the throat mucus he talked about. So dense and slimy, it should be better than lube. But mouths weren't wet enough for him.

The cherry taste wasn't bad. Artificial like the filling of a bonbon. Nothing I haven't tasted before. Dicks, on the other hand, had unique tastes and were, although hard to admit, a lot more surprising and tasty. However, as the lube and Zac's juices mixed up in my mouth, I started enjoying the whole thing a lot more. It wasn't cherry but cherry cock. I liked it.

Zac too should be having fun making me try different flavours. He wouldn't stop until he had used everything he had in the box.

"You're improving, cocksucker," he praised me and it made my day. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Don't swallow."

I wouldn't swallow, but I expected he'd ask me to swish and then coat my throat with it as it should be. He didn't cum much, but it still tasted horrible. He made me show it to him. His cum mixed with my saliva and drops of lube swimming around my tongue.

"That's beautiful," he admitted. "But spit it out. You ain't there yet."

He offered me a cup this time. I wasn't happy though.

"Why?" I asked. "I did all you asked this time."

"You're not bad anymore. But you're just average now. You can't get to swallow until you become great. Do you get my drift?"

"Fuck."

"Hey, it's alright. I'm still horny, okay? What if we have early dinner, then you can suck again? This time, you can try throating. What do you say?"

"Whatever."

"Good."

We had snacks for dinner. I was looking forward to training more and Zac, although trying not to look so eager, was dying for another blowjob.

The cafeteria was pretty much empty as only a few people would have dinner before six, but I saw a few guys I've seen in the hallways and showers before. They would look at me from time to time. They all did. I wasn't going crazy. I counted each one of them. Still, I was afraid I was just imagining things. I didn't want to look paranoid so I asked Zac his opinion on the matter.

"Are those guys looking at us?"

He looked over his shoulder.

"At you. Yeah."

"Again? I don't have cum on my face, do I?"

"I don't think that's what this is about. I heard some of them saying they saw you walking down the hallway with cum on your face again. They must be thinking you're getting facials again."

"Damn."

"You shouldn't be so worried. I thought you liked it when we came on your pretty face."

"And on my clothes? And on my mattress? Nah."

"So, on your face and hair and in your mouth is okay?" Zac winked.

"At least it's easier to wash off..." Gosh, I was humiliating myself even further.

"What if we ask you to undress before giving you your shower? Would that be easier?"

"Shut up." I didn't want that but also didn't want to talk about this subject either. Zac grinned before biting a big chunk of his sandwich.

"I can arrange that with Craig," he said with his mouth full and a trace of mayonnaise at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you dare."

He laughed. Why couldn't he take me seriously? Maybe because no one would listen to a guy who used to walk around covered in jizz.

"I'm just saying. You'd still be allowed to wear that leash." He laughed louder.

"You're so fucking annoying. And so childish."

"Yeah. It's this child's dick you're addicted to."

A week ago, this would've been enough to make me walk away. Now, I continued eating my sandwich and swallowing my pride with every bite. Funny how we get used to everything in life. We build resistance with training, and Zac was doing exactly that.

"Ok, buns. I got another hardon after imagining you walking half-naked with cum on your body. Let's head back for your deepthroating lessons."

"Shhhh." I was worried because Zac talked as if we were talking about the next Cold Play's concert.

"Come on."

I followed Zac. The guys that were looking at me started laughing out loud when we passed by them. Zac was laughing too. What could be so funny?

Zac opened the door after scanning his card and we went up the staircase until we reached our floor. There was no one around, which pleased me. We approached his door, he touched the knob with his hand but didn't pull it. He turned to find me anxiously waiting.

"What?" I asked.

"We can continue with this if you kneel and kiss my cock."

"Okay, but open the door."

"No. You do this here."

"No way."

"So, good night." He turned away.

"Wait." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Please, man. This is unfair."

"This ain't unfair. You say you love my cock, but then you're afraid of showing your love to the world? This ain't no Romeo and Juliet shit, dude. You kiss my cock whenever and wherever I tell you to and then he's yours to play with. Otherwise, no game."

I watched for people. Was I really considering this? I didn't need this bullshit, honestly. I had Greg after all. Greg would never make me do this.

"If you're going back to your room, you bring the glass with my cum. That's mine," Zac continued. He wasn't joking. "And forget about swallowing my jizz coz I won't be giving it to you. Average cocksucker."

We were still in the hall. Someone could be listening to us from inside one of those several doors. If I knew Zac well, he'd keep talking to me while I walked back to my room. Louder and clearer. He didn't care about the others. He didn't care about anything besides himself and his satisfaction.

I kneeled on one knee and kissed his boner through the shorts.

"No, take him out. And give a proper kiss. You..."

I did that. I needed to shut him up. I lowered his shorts just enough to have his dick out and kissed his head. I didn't have time or energy to think about how tasty his pre was. No. I just wanted to finish this.

"Is he giving you head?" I heard a voice coming from behind me. Damn it! Why?

"I wish," Zac laughed. "He's proposing."

What the hell? I doubt that whoever was behind me could see what was going on, so on my knees could perfectly look like a guy proposing to another guy. I didn't dare move. His dick head was still connected to my lips. I couldn't turn around either, or I'd expose Zac's boner.

"Congratulations?" The guy said.

"Maybe. We'll see," Zac laughed. So did the guy as he walked away.

"Tell him you love him," Zac ordered, motioning to his aching boner.

"I love you."

"Louder."

"I love you!" I did speak louder but not too loud.

Beep. Zac touched his card on the door that opened to us. I quickly walked in and Zac followed suit.

"What the fuck, dude?" I asked after he closed the door. "Do you want everyone to know I'm a..."

"Cocksucker?" He completed. "Well, not necessarily. I mean, you are a cocksucker but that's not what people need to know. But they should know that you love cocks."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Dude, you've been walking covered in cum for months. They kinda know that already."

"Bullshit."

"Hey, no one knows anything, okay? Not yet. But, honestly, seeing how you love sucking cock, how determined you are in becoming a great cocksucker, I think you should let people know about your love. You can't get cock if you don't let 'em know you crave it."

"I don't want any cock. I'm fucking using your dick to become a great cocksucker and that's it. Understand?"

Although shorter than Zac I hovered over him in a threatening fashion.

"Oh, that hurts our feelings. Are you only using us? You're a liar then. You just said you loved my dick. Is this a breakup?"

What's wrong with this guy? I stepped back waiting for his next move. We went silent for a few seconds. I expected him to kick me out or something of the kind but instead, he laughed.

"You should see your face, man. No hard feelings."

Zac opened his fridge, took a beer out and turned on his TV.

"Ok, I'll play some Fifa here while I relax. I know it's gonna take me a while to cum now, so take your time. I'm just not in the mood to watch you now coz it can get quite boring after a while." He sipped the beer and sat on his bed with the joystick in hand. "You suck my cock but, this time, you throat him too. I don't care how you do it. Just do it! Don't need to rush, though. I know I won't cum too soon so just make sure you learn how to relax your throat and take it in. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Then kneel and have fun."

I looked down at my knees. I was afraid I'd end up skinning them after spending so much time on them.

"Can you lend me something to kneel on? My knees..."

"Nah. Cocksuckers need to develop tough knees. That's where cocksuckers belong after all."

"Asshole."

"Yeah, that comes next." He laughed.

The carpet did hurt my knees. I wish it was a soft one, but it was rather hard and rough. I tried not to slide on it which would end up making me bleed. Lucky I wouldn't be doing this anymore. I only needed to get an A from Zac. Another 24 hours and that's it. I'd get that cock deep in my throat and swallow his jizz straight from the tap. This was the time.

Zac took another sip and started playing his game while I played with mine. I pulled his shorts down and decided not to waste another second. If I had any love to share, I'd share it with Greg: the only one who deserved my devotion. I just had to throat him completely within a month. I was swallowing my pride for him.

I stared at the boner before me. In my mind, I praised him. A nice dick. I respected him. He presented a challenge. I had to respect him by getting his entire length into my tight throat.

"I can do this," I thought after a sigh.

I put the head in my mouth. I bobbed up and down until I got him wet enough to allow my mouth to slide without much effort. A blowjob was a lot easier and more fun if I had the shaft slimy. I took it to the back of my mouth. One inch more was all that I needed. Only one inch. I went for it but wasn't ready yet. I choked. I retreated as I suppressed the urge to throw up the sandwich I had just eaten. Disgusting.

"Don't throw up on my carpet or you're gonna clean it," Zac said.

I needed to go slower. I did my best. I tried so many times, I lost count. Nothing could make me take that dick into my throat. Zac didn't even bother to look at me. To him, I wasn't even there. His cock was still angry and probably making fun of me. This would never work.

I got tired and frustrated after one or two hours. I couldn't even get one extra inch. That's when I thought about Greg. I'd lose him. I remembered the time I had him in my mouth. So much bigger than Zac's. Next time I put Zac's cock in my mouth, I realized something. Zac was nothing compared to Greg. Well, it made sense because Greg was a king. My mouth slid down the shaft as I imagined how much thicker Greg was. I breathed in when the head touched my throat. Greg was so much thicker. I was safe as long as it wasn't Greg. I was safe because Zac's dick wasn't a real threat. Only Greg was. No real threat, I thought again.

"Fuuuuck," Zac said with a moan.

Yeah, it crossed the threshold. One inch, no, two. And then the third inch too. All disappeared into my throat. My nose touched Zac's pubes. I nuzzled it. They felt so nice and comfortable against my nose. My chin was received and supported by his balls. The anatomy of a man's crotch is meant to receive a face. Everything fits so perfectly.

Zac abandoned the joystick and held my head in place. Not that I was going anywhere. I liked it there.

"I can't believe it," he said, laughing. "You did it."

I was in heaven. Among his pubes and balls, with his cock lodged in my throat. Heaven.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck..."

We didn't move. His body spasmed but his cock didn't move. I felt it throbbing in my mouth and around my lips, but we remained still. He unloaded in my throat. After that, he released me. Just in time, because I needed to breathe again.

"Happy?" I asked after cleaning the ropes of saliva and mucus connecting my mouth to his dick.

"Wow. That was the first time... No, really, amazing. You deserved that load."

I wasn't satisfied yet though. He came inside my throat. I didn't get to swallow it. It sounds silly, I know, but I needed that to finish this experiment. After all, what else could a man want besides deepthroating?

"Am I a great cocksucker now?" I asked.

"Calm down, eh? First, I wonder if you can do that again without gagging. I doubt it. Second, I didn't fuck your throat. Yeah, bud, that's a lot harder. When you throat someone, you manage your gag reflex coz you're in control. When someone fucks your throat though, this changes. I could fuck your throat fast and slow, you wouldn't know when to get ready and choke."

I didn't know sucking cock could be this hard. But I was willing to do whatever it took to get that A from Zac.

Before the night was over, I sucked him once again. As he said, I'd still gag, but not as much as before. There was something that stuck to my mind after I got his dick in my throat for the first time. It wouldn't kill me. The thought relaxed me. I also understood that as long as I pictured Greg, no cock would be a threat. Greg was saving my life once again. When Zac tried to fuck my throat though, I choked badly. I did feel like throwing up again and had my eyes and nose watering. In the end, his cum went into the cup.

"You're getting better though, dude," Zac said. He was trying to cheer me up. Zac did sound optimistic and happy about my achievement. "I swear I thought you wouldn't be able to. I was about to ask you to leave when you finally did it. No, seriously, you surprised me. I'm so proud. Think with me. After one day, you're above average already. Not great, but you've improved a lot."

Above average. What does that mean? Was my grade a B'? B-'? So unfair.

The next day, we started early again. He woke me up with a knock on my door. I knew it was him by the way he knocked. I was sleepy but I let him in.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. No time for that. We don't have much time left. This is gonna be a great Sunday, I'm sure. Before the day is over, I'll be fucking your throat like I'd fuck a pile of clothes."

Such a great comparison.

He showed me a bag with some objects. All phallic. A brush, a banana, a small tube of lube, a carrot.

"What's that for?"

"For training? Let's train your throat with smaller objects first before moving to my cock."

The idea disgusted me. How could I know if those objects were clean? Somehow, I understood dicks were perfectly fine though.

"I cleaned them myself. I doubt there's a single bacteria on any of them." Zac found Greg on my desk. "Forget about this one here. Only anacondas can open their jaws that much. You know, those things can swallow entire cows. Think about that."

I suddenly saw myself like a fucking anaconda stretching my jaw to swallow a cow. That's what the future had in store for me.

"I don't know if I want to put these things in my mouth."

"Let's give it a try. What d'you say?" He picked up the tube of lube. It was a black one. I wondered if it was flavoured. Blackberries maybe? "Let's poke that throat of yours. Say aaaah."

He bent over my body, but I pushed him away.

"Stop! Let me try it first."

"Fair enough." He gave me the tube.

Why did this feel worse than having him shoving his dick in my mouth? I guess it was different when we were both involved in the act. It was awkward to have him for an audience.

"Don't be shy now," he said.

"Seriously? A tube of lube?" I said before putting it in my mouth.

"That's the only thing I had in my room. The banana and the carrots I stole from the kitchen."

This was all hell again. It was impossible to get that into my throat. I tried all I could, but it wouldn't go. I gave up.

"Dude, this won't work. I can't get this wet enough to go in. Gimme your cock."

"Oh, you want my cock, huh?" He was mocking me.

"C'mon, dude. This ain't fun. Give it already."

"Alright, alright." He lowered his shorts and stepped out of them before taking off his shirt too. "Behold David," he must have been talking about Michelangelo's David. I only understood the reference as he tried to mimic the statue's pose. Well, the body was as nice as the statue, but the boner turned it all too obscene for a museum.

"You're such an asshole," I walked to him on my knees and only stopped when my mouth had engulfed his cock.

"Eating cocks for breakfast, man?" He laughed. "Hey, the teeth. What's wrong with you? Forgot the basics?"

"Sorry. I won't let it happen again."

"You better."

I bobbed back and forth for a few minutes before lodging his dick in my throat again. Why was it easier to have a cock there than a tube of lube? I didn't have an answer for that. Probably, it was all psychological. Somehow, I knew cocks wouldn't choke me to death. I knew dicks were naturally made to be throated.

"Yeah! Wow! You're getting good. For real. It feels so different from the shitty head from Friday."

"Fuck my mouth," I asked.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. C'mon. Bring it on." I'd do it if that's what he needed to reward me with his load.

"Sure?"

"Quit the bullshit, man. Do it."

"Alright."

I clenched my hands and got ready for the invasion. `You can do it. You can do it!' I repeated to myself.

Zac put both hands on my head. Withdrew until he had only his dick head in and forced the whole thing into my throat.

Choking!

"I told you. You're not ready for that."

"Again."

"Sure?"

"Fuck, dude. You want this as much as I do. So just do it."

"Aaaalright."

I looked at Greg. I could do this. For him. Zac did insert his cock to the balls into my throat once, twice, but it didn't make it at the third thrust.

"That's progress," he sounded more serious now.

"We got the whole day, right?"

"Yep."

"So, let's do this."

We found a rhythm. We tried for hours. Zac would cum and make me spit. I'd wait for him to recover and try again. We had lunch and I barely ate anything thinking there was a real chance I'd throw it up. I did that while I saw him eating his meal like a king. Cocksuckers do all the sacrifice in exchange for cock. That's what it takes for the privilege. Fuck Zac. I did that for Greg. I'd show Lee I could do that. I'd prove that I wasn't just able to throat Greg but that I also was the best cocksucker in the whole fucking world. Lee would envy me. Yeah.

I understood Lee. I could read him very well. We were the same. The way he talked about Greg expressed the way I felt toward the dildo. Lee never explained how he found Greg, but I could see him finding Greg in a sex shop and buying him after imagining how nice it'd be if he had a dick as big as Greg. It was exactly how I felt. I was almost sure Lee had tried to throat Greg too. I did, it's obvious he'd done it too. He failed miserably. He didn't think I'd be able to. But I'd show him. In the world of dickless men, I'd be on top.

That afternoon, Zac managed to fuck my mouth for over five minutes. I didn't gag once. My throat was gradually getting used to the size of his cock and eventually, it wasn't a threat anymore. My biggest problem wasn't taking it deep, but coping with the speed he fucked my face. Sometimes, he'd take the whole cock out and stick the whole thing at once but, sometimes, he'd take out only half the shaft before sticking it in again rapidly and furiously. I couldn't control his moves and the surprise would make me gag.

He had dinner. I watched.

"Do you wanna continue?" He licked the ketchup from his plate. Disgusting!

I nodded. I had lost my voice.

And the fucking resumed. Zac held my head by the ears and started. I was drooling all over my chest since I decided to continue shirtless as I couldn't stop the saliva from running down my chin onto my body. I had become a pile of dirty clothes. It was as if I was nothing but an empty body for his pleasure.

I learned to understand and crave his moanings. It meant so much to me. His pleasure was my reward. His cum was the objective, but I learned to appreciate the journey too and not only the goal. With my mind elsewhere, I forgot about who I was, my fears and apprehensions and embraced my new role. I couldn't take cock while I didn't accept that. No one can be a good cocksucker without letting go of everything. It takes a lot to do this right. That's something porn will never teach us. In the real world without cuts, taking cock demands one's total devotion.

Unaware of my existence, I lost track of time. I only returned to my body when I heard Zac again. He wasn't speaking. He was yelling. The whole building could probably hearing him.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!!"

His dick started throbbing in my mouth. I was used to that feeling by now. He still held me by the ears so only the head of his dick was in my mouth and unloaded. There wasn't much cum there. I barely tasted anything but even that little bit was mine. I worked so fucking hard for it. I lost my voice for it. I gave everything for that load.

"Fuck!" He was panting. "Fuck. This is fucking unbelievable."

I showed him the cum in my mouth.

"That's yours, dude. I surrender. You win."

I swished my reward. I pushed it through my teeth and out of my mouth just to suck it back in again. I wanted to show the world what I've got. That load was mine! And like this, I swallowed. The best cocksucker in the world.

"Grade?" I spoke with a low voice that hurt my throat to come out.

"You got your A, dude. You're the best." He took the glass with his cum from the other day at my desk. "You gotta drink this. You deserve it."

At first, I didn't want to.

"Dude, people are paying real money for this shit. Really. You better swallow."

I didn't understand him. Well, why should I care? The fact is that the cum he was holding was now mine. I couldn't deny my reward. Cold jizz. Whatever. I drank it to make a point. That was mine!

"Can't wait to try it again," Zac grinned from ear to ear.

I shook my head. "Never again."

Zac shrugged. "If you say so."

He then pointed to the posters I had on my walls. I've grown so used to them, I forgot about them. No, maybe that's not the reason why I haven't noticed them anymore. They were A3-sized posters of naked women showing their pussies in different positions. They were the link I had with my self before the team. The young dude who moved in after studying at a conservative high school where I still dreamt that one day I'd get to college to fuck as many pussies as I wanted. A time where I wasn't so worried about my dick because I'd never had to shower with other guys. A time when I was safe and okay with my body.

"Ain't you over pussy yet? These chicks have big tits. I bet they love it when dudes fuck their tits. Do you know? They use their tits like buns to a banger where a dick is the banger. Sometimes the cock is so big it ends up in their mouths. I'd like to try that. You?"

What a stupid question! When I imagined myself sitting on a chicks belly, I could only see my ass being as big as her tits or even bigger. As for my dick... Damn it!

Greg though... Oh, Greg! He would easily go through the tits and still choke the bitch.

"By the way, you're now a great cocksucker for me, but there's one last thing you need to know if you want to do it perfectly. You gotta undress next time. Cocksuckers shouldn't be wearing clothes when they suck dick."

I showed him the middle finger.

"Just saying. G'night, cocksucker."

Asshole.

I looked at the posters before passing out. My girls. Fuck, I was tired. So hungry but with well-earned cum-breath.

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