Things pretty much went back to normal for me after my encounter with Jason. I started classes and tried to focus on school, but a whole new world had been opened to me. I had discovered boys.
In my classes, I wouldn't even notice the professor, let alone listen to the lecture. I was too busy mentally undressing the boys sitting around me. I got caught once, but the boy didn't seem to mind. In fact, after making eye contact with me, he began to adjust his crotch. He kept touching it until class was over, and I was mesmerized.
That boy's name was Danny, and after class he caught up with me and introduced himself. He asked me if I wanted to go over notes together because he hadn't really understood what was going on in class. I told him that I couldn't pay attention because my mind was somewhere else.
"Your mind was on my cock," he murmured.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"You heard me. What are you doing right now?" We were in the parking lot at this point and I was heading for my car.
"Just going home." I was starting to get aroused. I kept thinking about him virtually playing with his hard dick in class. I knew it was big – his thin track pants didn't do much to hide his girth and size. My eyes traveled back to his bulge.
"I'm not gay, dude," he started. He touched his dick in his pants again. He had followed me to my car, and when I unlocked it, he got in. "I have a girlfriend," he continued.
"Okay... what's your point? I wasn't coming on to you," I said.
"Just drive to your house, and I'll follow you in my car." With that, he jumped out of my car, ran a few cars over to his and got in.
Driving home, I thought it over. Danny was acting weird, but he probably doesn't normally do this. He told me he had a girlfriend, but in the meantime, he wanted to come to my house. I was reminded of Jason, and how he had emphasized his heterosexuality.
When we pulled into my apartment complex, he parked next to me. As we were climbing the stairs, he said, "Do you live with anyone?"
"I have a roommate, but she's at work. I have the place to myself," I said.
"Good," was all he said.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open, and he came in behind me and closed it. He took my bookbag off my shoulder and tossed it aside, and then grabbed my hand and led me to the couch in the living area. He sat down in the middle of the couch, and I was standing in front of him.
"Get on your knees," he said.
"I thought you weren't gay," I said.
"I'm not, but you are."
I just looked at him, dumbfounded. He didn't waste any time.
"You were made to be a cocksucker," he told me. "Your purpose here is to suck dicks, right? You're a bitch, just like a fuckin' girl. Now do your job."
I stood there, hesitating. I didn't know this guy from Adam, but his dick was getting hard and he was right. I am a cocksucker. I loved sucking on Jason's dick and I knew I would get off sucking Danny's.
Danny was a gorgeous six-foot brunette with striking eyes. He had a thin frame, but exuded confidence and masculinity. His growing erection was making my mouth water. I wanted to please him. I wanted to taste him. So I got on my knees.
"Good boy," Danny said.
I slid his shirt up revealing his tight stomach and ran my finger along the little treasure trail he had growing. When I pulled down his elastic waistband, his large member finally broke free. It was glorious. I had been told to look out for these skinny boys – they often surprise you.
I wrapped my hand around his thick dick and looked back up at him.
"You like my dick, cocksucker?"
"It's huge," I breathed.
He grabbed a hold of it and smacked me in the face with it a couple of times. I felt like such a whore, but I was enjoying myself. He pushed the tip of it past my lips and said, "No teeth."
What happened next was not exactly how things went down with Jason. I wouldn't really call it cock-sucking, what happened with Danny, but more like mouth-fucking. I didn't even do anything, it seemed like.
He laid me down on the couch and quickly put his cock in deep in my throat, over and over. I was constantly gagging, but it didn't stop him. I could barely breathe, but my dick was harder than ever. I loved being his little fuckdoll, and he knew I was eating it up.
"You're a little slut, aren't you?" he laughed. By this point, tears were streaming down my face, but I wasn't pushing him off. I wanted his hot cum in my mouth, dripping down my throat, filling my belly. I was his for the taking.
It wasn't long before he did shoot his thick load. I felt it fill me up and sighed heavily as he removed his big dick from my throat. I was gasping for air, but he quickly replaced it and I was forced to try breathing through my nose again. I was wondering what he was doing – is he going to fuck my mouth again?
"Now I have to pee," he said. "And since you've been such a good little bitch, I'm going to let you be my toilet, too." Before I could react, he immediately let the floodgates open and my mouth began to fill with his bitter piss. His cock was too big and he was so forcefully inside me, that I had no other option but to begin swallowing it. It was terrible, but it was over before I knew it. He slapped me again with his dick as he pulled it out of my throat for the second time.
"Wow," he said. "You're even better than a real bitch. You don't even complain. I should have been letting you queers suck me off a long time ago." He pulled his pants back on. "You got any weed?"