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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy.

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I was a quiet boy ever since the beginning, small and overly sensitive in a hectic world. Other people were certainly not my specialty. At home more with a good book or just daydreaming in my room than clowning around with my buddies. What bothered me so much about it really wasn't that it was a problem for me, but that it seemingly was a problem for everyone else. Awkwardly trying to fit in, I would always miss a step. The witty thing on the tip of my tongue would, invariably, be silenced by an internal monologue about whether it was going to be cool enough, or if it would make me look stupid, and by the time it got out it was way past the right time for it and I would sound stupid.

Needless to say I wasn't very good around girls. Other guys could just walk up to them and talk and laugh around, but it just didn't work that way for me. I was a scrawny k** anyways, shortest one in my class and paper-thin. Pile on my general shyness and I just didn't even bother.

My sexual feelings usually just built up during the day and when I got home I would maybe look at a porno mag and play with myself or look up girls in the yearbook. I would pick a girl at random and pretend I was doing playing with their breasts or eating them out. It was always something like that I would be doing something to pleasure them, not like getting on top and riding them or anything. Usually what got me the most excited was when I would think about them taking my cock in their mouth and I would imagine their pretty faces looking up at me and I would cum all over and be ok for a while.

This was the pattern for most of my years in school and I really thought that I was fine with it, but then I went off to college.

Being from a small town the University overwhelmed the senses. There were hordes of people everywhere, making so much noise. The dorms themselves were just floor after floor of students piled up like a huge stack of donuts. The elevators were packed, the lines at the cafeteria were long, the classrooms held over a hundred k**s. It was almost hard to imagine taking a test and not cheating. How in the hell could the professor see anyone anyways?

I fell into a routine like a good little boy going to my classes and just generally trying to avoid everyone, but in such a mass of humanity I just simply was not allowed to be a recluse.

My first roommate was the son of a criminal. Literally that was the first thing out of his mouth when I saw him. He wasn't threatening me or anything I guess it was just on his mind. I guess there was this racket where his father would get loads of copper misplaced or something and then sell them off. You could tell that Greg, that was my roomies name, was pretty proud of his dad and was likely to follow in his footsteps. I had asked him one time later that if he was going to be a criminal anyways, why bother with college and he just kind of shrugged. I can't tell you much more about him because he was never really around anyways. There would be no Greg for a few days at a time and then one night he would just pop in.

So I pretty much had the place to myself, which suited me fine. The problem was my neighbors simply wouldn't leave me alone. They were always trying to get me out to parties that were going on around town and I rebuffed them over and over. One night near the end of the first semester, I caved and went with them. I simply have no backbone.

The guys next door were pledging a fraternity. I had seen the flyers for rush the first week or so that I was on campus, but true to my nature I was too uncomfortable about going up to see what it was all about. My only real knowledge of fraternities was from watching a****l House and the truth really wasn't a whole lot different.

Before that night I had drank a little here or there, but nothing like I learned to at this place. There was a line out front just to go into it. We had to pay a couple bucks to get into and then off to the beer line. Girls were everywhere bouncing around and making all kind of noise. Just past the bar was the rather small area that was the dance floor, packed with drunken sweaty, free spirits looking for love or just a little action.

It was my first sip of beer in a long time and it tasted so good to me that I downed it quickly and headed back for a second and then a third. There was a little corner that I had camped out in that was relatively quiet. A peace had come over me with my buzz and I found myself watching people as I never had before. Where I would ordinarily be nervous and upset I was calm. This doesn't mean that I actually went out and socialized anymore right away, but I felt more comfortable than I could remember in a long time.

After the third things got kind of hazy for me and I slipped into the fuzzy world of the blackout drunk. My tolerance was so low that it had only taken me those few to lose control. There was definitely a conversation with some girl and her friend and some time out on the dance floor even, but most of it was a blur.


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I slipped out of sleep, my head aching dully. I still felt sort of drunk and couldn't tell what time it was just that it was dark. The thought that I should look around me to catch my bearings occurred to me, but actually moving wasn't on the plate just yet. I lay there with my eyes shut, resting. The cushions seemed to swallow me up and smelled somewhat of stale beer, although that could have been me as well. There was just a general dullness about me. To be so lazy was so good and I contemplated dozing back off to sleep. Visions of the night before flashed from time to time in my head, but there was no rhyme or reason to them. It was more like someone showing you flash cards in a random order.

After five, maybe fifteen, minutes passed I started to feel like I hadn't really partied enough that night since I couldn't remember it all that much anyways. I didn't know exactly where I was in the house, but I was pretty sure that I was still up there. More than likely I had passed out from taking it too fast and they put me here.

Sitting upright disoriented me and I let my eyes get used to the darkness of the room. Rectangles of light painted the floor just past the open doorway. It was a broad opening that could have housed a large set of double doors. Another person lay sleeping on the couch across from me and I recognized a table where the night before we had left our coats.

The bar was jus around the corner in the other room so I figured I would just go grab a quick one to kind of take the edge of the drumbeat in my head. I hadn't heard of hair of the dog really, but I was about to get my first taste of it.

Past the large opening there was a hall to the left that led to the entrance. On the right was the general living area that had a pool table and a few couches. The lights were dim in this room and the television flickered, but there was no sound. Possibly some people were still up, but I didn't bother with that, heading straight ahead to get some more alcohol in me. The large curved wooden bar was more like one would find in the taverns down on the Strip with huge planks of wood. I helped myself to a cup and poured myself a cold one.

The house was very still as I scanned it more carefully. It seemed so much bigger without the mass of people. The snow-covered bushes out the window sparkled under the night lamps. It was very peaceful. I walked past my little corner where I had hid the night before and onto the dance floor, which in turn opened into the living area on the other side.

I slipped into the living area trying to stay as quiet as possible. Even though I felt as if I belonged to the house already, I was aware that I didn't really live there and was worried someone would notice and kick me out. I figured I could have a few more brews and then walk home in the morning and sleep the rest of the night off.

The television was on some late night music video channel with the sound turned down. I can't remember the artist now but it was an attractive woman writhing around on the screen. Her motions seemed ever more magical under the spell of intoxication. So enthralled was I that I hadn't noticed anyone else in the room. The 2 couches against the wall may or may not have had people on them I couldn't really see, but sitting on the love seat at an angle to the screen, was a guy I had never seen before.

He was obviously a student, was rather tall and I am sure had many other features, but the only thing that I could notice was that he was sitting there with his pants around his ankles. His hand was between his legs where he held his manhood. He stroked it slowly, taking a couple seconds up and then a couple seconds back down again. His cock seemed to glisten in the low light. I found myself wondering whether he used spit like I did which kind of snapped me back to reality.

There I stood watching another man beat off. I hadn't even seen another guys dick, not really. I mean there were the times in the shower where you couldn't help but get a peek, and I had seen a few pornos of course, but this was very different. He was having sex with his hand, thinking about the girl wanting her. I felt somehow involved like I was rooting for him.

It wasn't like I was getting into it all sexual, at least I didn't think so. Even though I did notice I was rock hard in my pants. It was more my first time experiencing real sex with another person, even if that person didn't know I was a part of the scene and might want to kick my ass if he knew.

Thinking about me being hard made me look even closer at just his cock and nothing else. It was amazing really, quite a bit larger than mine (I had measured once and it was a little bit of a stretch to get to 5). It seemed to pulsate with vitality. If he told me too I probably would have grabbed it and stroked it for him. The thought ran through my head and I felt a tinge of shame, because was probably true. The feeling to just run and get out of there burst up in me. Run out before he sensed my presence or perhaps noticing something about myself, but I simply could not turn my eyes away.

I had to see him finish. How could he even orgasm going that slow anyway? I usually stroked it so fast and got to the explosion in a couple minutes. Time was moving very slowly for me and with every stroke my nerves were fraying more and more. I just couldn't stay. He was going to notice me standing there watching him jerk off. Standing there with a hard on. All the people in my dorm would pick on me and it was just too much. I had to get out. I tiptoed over to the fire door on the dance floor, decided that was too close and went further down to where there was a kitchen door and let myself out as quietly as I could, and headed down the hill to my dorm room.

The streets were deserted as I walked the 10 or so blocks to my place. Birds chirped signaling the coming of dawn, but I hardly noticed. All I could think about was the guy stroking his big sweet cock.

I just thought sweet?

When I closed my eyes I could see nothing but tall erect tool somehow even more defined in my mind than it had been in real life. It looked as if it were breathing when he stroked up to the tip and then pulled slowly down again like the muscles under a snakes skin. When he got to the base of his cock the mushroom head would be stretched to its limits parting the lips that formed the slit. It was so real to me and I was so worked up that I just had to get home and give myself release.

I walked past the sleeping guard and went up the elevator that was empty for once. Greg was away again. I hoped at least. So I should have the place to myself. I was going to get out my old yearbook like before and pick one of my favorite girls and jack off thinking about her sucking my cock. There was a need to purge myself of this passion I was feeling. I was normally a pretty under control guy, levelheaded and practical. The raw feeling going through me was unnerving.

The elevator doors opened into a thankfully empty hallway. I was just not sure I could handle other people right then. My room was right across the hall and I pushed inside as fast as I could, locking it behind me. Greg was gone! Thank God.

I stripped off my clothes and grabbed my yearbook, opening to a page where there were a lot of cheerleader pics. I looked from one girl to another and picked an especially cute blonde girl. In my mind her lips slipped over my cock head, but it wasn't quite enough.

I kept going back to the feeling I was having on the way home. I closed my eyes and once again I could see his long thin member, hand slowly caressing up and down. My cock returned to rock hard status. I looked back down at the yearbook and saw the girl again smiling at me. It seemed as if she were reading my mind, knowing that I was thinking about the man up the hill stroking his meat.

Then came the thought that changed my life. As I stared at this very beautiful teenage girl that I had lusted after and came many times her voice chimed in my head clear as a bell, "Why don't you jack him off for me", and then a little laugh.

Clearly this thought did the trick. The idea that she somehow knew, or that I should be the one stroking him or possibly just the newness of it all, whatever it was my nut came hard, shattering me to the bone. A shot of thick white semen splattered her smiling face wiping it out and I closed my eyes again seeing the man's healthy penis but this time I was looking down at it in my hand and he too was releasing.

As quick as it all had come over me and like a wound spring the tension was released in those few instants and I sat there kneeling with a mess over my yearbook on the floor of my room. I cleaned up quickly and exhausted fell into bed crashing into a deep sleep.


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I awoke that evening to a pounding on my door. It was Chuck, one of the guys next door from the frat. Annoyed, I tried to roll over and enjoy the rest of my hangover but he was insistent.

"Hey man get up," rap, rap, rap, "Dude you were so drunk. C'mon man we got some pizza get your ass up and come on over. Got some brews too."

The pizza sounded ok and the beer even better, plus he didn't sound like he was going to go anywhere until I went over and let him embarrass me with news of my stupid activities of the night before. I was perfectly fine with that as long as he didn't know the real story.

It all seemed rather distant almost like something I had watched on TV. After I came the needy feelings had quickly washed away from me and it all seemed rather silly. I just put it up to too much beer and maybe I really needed to man up and try to get laid here sometime before I went crazy.

Sitting on the bottom bunk in front of the open pizza box was Dan, the other frat guy.

"Wild man!" he said with a big smile, "Come on in."

I sat down; grabbing a pizza and a beer as they regaled me with tales of how I was acting like a total idiot on the dance floor wasted out of my mind, but it was ok everyone thought it was funny. I was almost like a mascot for them now and they wanted me to come back up.

"Yeah man," said Chuck, "You oughta come up and rush after break. We'll get you laid and shit too. You're holed up in your damned room too much. Gotta have some fun."

They said a bunch of other stuff, but I didn't pay much attention and promised I would be go up and join in the spring but I had finals the next couple weeks and really had to study. I don't know why, but I just felt I needed to leave the room and be alone again so I excused myself and walked out.

The hallway was crowded with idiots running back and forth as usual. Bollman was playing catch with someone down the hall that I couldn't make out. He was always talking about porn stars chicks and how he had this big collection of pictures and autographs. He had one of some real famous one sitting on his lap that was signed by here. I think it cost him fifty bucks it was crazy.

I tried to duck him because I had borrowed a book from him a while back and I left it in the Union and hadn't been able to find it. He asked me about it every time I saw him. Like he ever picked up a book. What did he care anyways, but he always had to ask me

Well, I was almost home free, just opening my door when I heard, "Hey Johnny!"

Yeah, Johnny, That's me.

"Hey Bollman how's it going with you.

He didn't even have to ask I just closed my door and walked over to his room down the hall. Once he got a hold of you he just had to give you the latest rundown. Even if he had told a hundred people before you he never got tired.

I went in his room and sat on the little couch they had in there. There was porn on the end table so I picked one up and started leafing through it. Man, Bollman was a pervert. He had some nice stuff. This was a while back. Before the Internet when most skin mags wouldn't even show penetration. There was always some guy with his dick pointing at a girl's mouth and she knelt there, eye fixed on the camera with a vacant stare. This was good though the girl was really sucking it and looking all guilty up at him.

"Hey, that's a new one, you can borrow it a while if you like it."

Bollman had kind of stormed in the room. He was always doing that. Anywhere he went he wet there quickly and made a lot of noise to make his presence felt. He started going on about some new chick he had met down at a strip club.

I looked up at him. "Hey man, how did you get into all this anyways? I mean you got so much porn and you go out to these places. What started all that."

I was kind of trying to keep his mind off the book I owed him, but I was kind of curious myself. The places I went in never had mags like this.

Bollman said, "Oh yeah. There was a bookshop with all these videos and big ass dildos and all kind of weird shit just down the road from us when we were k**s, and I figured out how to slip in through the one window in the basement. We would go in and check the stuff out in the mornings when it was closed up. I guess it just kind of stuck with me."

I nodded, looking back at the girl who was now sitting on top like a cowgirl taking a ride. It was getting kind of strange for me, because it was getting me damn horny again and I didn't really want to be like that around Bollman. It just felt weird.

"Yeah, they got a lot downtown," he continued, "Most of them got rooms in the back and stuff. Some like you put in some money and a curtain goes up and you see some chick dance naked. You can spank it and everything they don't care."

A mental image of Bollman spanking it to an old fat lady in a little cubicle was not really what I needed either but he kept going.

"They got some with other booths like where you can see just can see porn reels and stuff. You go in them though you usually end up having some fag try to suck your cock."

"That's crazy." I said, getting up. I kind of had to use the old schoolboy trick and keep the magazine in front of my groin so it wouldn't be obvious. Bollman was nice and pretended not to notice.

"Hey man I lost you book by the way. Sorry", I ducked out quickly.

"Don't lose that one," he shouted after me, "have fun!"

I slipped back in my room and bolted the door. It seemed kind of soon to jack off so soon after having that weird conversation with Bollman, but what the hell I was horny. I would cum quick and crash early to be ready for the week.

I stripped down naked and knelt like I had the night before, but instead of the yearbook this time I had the porno. I flipped back past the pages I had seen before and landed on this rocker girl. Clad in leather and posed she glared at the camera as if she was the boss, but when I turned the page the next frame she was looking down and holding some man's very healthy meat. She was biting her lip with a more timid demeanor.
This was just what I was looking for and I started stroking it harder.

My eyes flicked over the next few pictures. She kissed him and he felt her up and she bent down to kiss his chest. I turned another leaf.

There was a full-page picture of the girl, now down on one knee, her lips just covering the big hard purple helmet, tongue sticking out caressing the undercarriage. Her cheeks were sucked in and her eyes seemed to stare right through the camera at me with a glint of dirty glee.

The next page on the top seemed to be the same except, yes, she was pointing at the camera now as well. I looked hurriedly down to the bottom pane.

I was pounding my cock in a frenzy now. It wouldn't be long.

The last image still sticks in my head anytime I want to pull it up. She had pulled the cock out and had pointed it at the camera as if in an offering. Her finger now was curled towards her as if she was beckoning me.

The mind flashed, "Why don't you suck him off for me."

And I came. It was amazing. The words reverberated through my head and I shot load after load, eyes drawn not to the attractive puck girl, but it the rock hard penis. I was the one that was on my knees.

I knelt there panting for a few moments gathering myself and quickly cleaned up. Thankfully I hadn't got any on the magazine. The last thing I wanted to do is return it with the pages stuck together. I tried to forget exactly what had made me cum. I wasn't really into guys at all, or cock really. That was stupid. It was just something taboo or whatever and it did make me cum hard, so I guessed it was alright.


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The next couple weeks I fell back into my old routine. There was a lot of studying to do with finals so I stayed pretty much to myself. Everything was the same except one thing. I couldn't concentrate for any length of time before this really horny, dirty feeling would come over me.

For a while I tried to just push it away and ignore it. My studies where in-depth so if I got into the material enough, I would get back on track, but before long I would hit a boring patch and my mind would wander. I took to studying in the library. The presence of all my fellow students helped keep me on track and then no.

I found that after a while it was more productive to just give into it. The first time I got really heated to the point I just couldn't take it any longer was during a long study session at the library. I had taken to sitting back by the stacks away from the distraction of the windows. The scenes of nature passing by would spark my mental lapses so I figured if I hid back here nothing would bother me and I could finish up.

One thing that my mind kept going back to on the first night was that I really had no idea who the guy who sat on the couch pleasuring himself was. I only really remembered that he was tall and didn't have any really distinguishing characteristics other than his nice, big dick of course.

I had kind of given up on trying to control my thoughts in that regard. At first I was shutting down my brain every time I thought something positive about the cock, but it was impossible to deny how I started to stiffen when I reflected for even a second on it.

It was that day, however, that I realized. I was LOOKING for him. Not consciously. I knew I would never really recognize him, but every time a tall guy would walk by the hairs on my neck would stand up or I would lick my lips or feel the need to shift myself in my jeans.

That day, a guy walked by and my mind just went, "That's him."

There is almost no chance that it was him but I had such a strong reaction that was just the culmination of all of the suppressed urges of the days past. I got rock hard. I grabbed my cock through my jeans and started to stroke it, looking desperately around to see if I was about to be found out, but no one was looking.

It took me less than a minute to cum and it was so strong that I moaned out loud. Kind of an "oh" that I hoped sounded like a realization more than me releasing my seed down my pant leg. I slipped my hand off quickly and sat very still, trying hard not to let my emotion show on my face.

Even without touching it any longer, my vein kept pumping and I could feel a huge wet spot gathering halfway down my thigh. I reached down and just brushed my fingers over the head, nearly gasping aloud again it was so sensitive.

My fingers were wet with my juice and I had a sudden urge to take a little taste. Something I had never done before. Had never wanted to do. Usually after I came I thought the whole ordeal was pretty gross and I just wanted to clean it up and get on with my life, but I was still horny, probably because I was sitting in a crowded library with cream in my jeans.

I decided then that if I was getting horny to just go jack off in the bathroom or back at my place and that would let me get back to concentrating, but it seemed like it was always back on my mind. I had thought of sex in the past, of course, but now I seemed ravenous. I was afraid that I was turning into a pervert.

My new schedule had me playing with my self literally morning, noon and night. Those were the three times something seemed to come up. The daytime ones were actually more like maintenance for me but in the evening I would lay on my bed and just let my mind wander in the dark.

I had taken to thinking of a certain couple of the girls from school that had seemed a little bossier. At first, I would be stroking thinking about how pretty their face and hair was or how nice they looked in a skirt but by the end they were always 'making me' jerk some guy off or kiss his cock and that would send me over the edge.

This particular evening my mind went to the conversation I had had with Bollman about the stores and how there was all kind of dirty mags and the booths you could jerk off to some lady. I had never even seen a place like that outside of the movies, but was aware of where to go in town. It was an easy bus ticket there and back. The idea once it got in there tossed around like a grain of sand, making it pretty much a foregone conclusion that I was going to head down and check one out.


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It was an overcast, dreary day, the day I picked to head to the dirty shop. Beside me on the bus bench was an old lady with plastic wrapped over her hair and a younger black dude bebopping to some tunes over his headphones. I kept getting the feeling that I could just quit now. Go back to my dorm and forget the whole stupid idea.

I think in fact that I was about to do just that when the bus with the big white letters DOWNTOWN came around the corner. Even at the moment I almost left, but I didn't want them two people to feel I was strange for waiting all that time and not getting on the bus. When the doors closed behind me it was like a sentence. There was no turning back.

The ride wasn't terribly long, but it was a bunch of city people that made me uncomfortable. I was used to quiet. I was used to people that were just fine with you looking them in the eyes. I didn't know really how to act. Also, I couldn't shake this odd feeling that everyone who saw me knew that I was going downtown just so I could check out some sleazy bookstore.

The thought gave me a little feeling of shame, but it was titillating as well. I was just going to go in, mind my own business, check what the lady looked like and maybe buy myself one of those hardcore glossies. Then I was out of there and back on the bus. Back home with a little adventure no one needed to know about under my belt.

I could tell when I was in the right district. It wasn't nighttime, but with all the gray skies you could still see the neon lights glowing at the different shops. I got off at the stop and perhaps now some of my co-occupants pieced together what his college boy was doing down here. But oh well, let them think, it kind of turned me on anyways. Not that I looked any of them in the eyes.

The first shop I saw was the one I picked. It didn't even seem to have a name just glowing lights XXX and ADULT. I pulled on the heavy white door with the dingy gray curtain and entered.

There is a smell about these sorts of places that I can't really place. Well, maybe I can guess, but at that point I really didn't want to think about it.

I kind of hung in the doorway for a minute afraid to actually move in, but then I looked up at the guy behind the desk and the scowl on his face told me to "move it buddy."

The first racks were your more tame variety that you might find at the local newsstand with brown paper wrapped around the parts too salacious for young boys and older women to look at. Following those were the more hardcore ones that I supposed I would be getting. Oh wait; I would have to get back on the bus with a pretty obvious brown bag. Forget it. I would cross that bridge later.

The next part was they toys and they were kind of frightening to tell you the truth. I looked at awe at some of the sizes of the dildos and inspected some of the stranger fare that was available. Always being careful not too lingers too long on any one item, lest the other patrons perceive some heightened interest in that particular item. I was trying to play sightseer not customer. A little porn was fine, but I wasn't going to get beads. Eww.

I had almost made the circuit of the relatively small shop when I got to the doorway to the back section. Again I kind of poked my nose in and then moved on past in a hurry to a rack of videos.

Now I had happened to go around this particular establishment in a clockwise direction, meeting one after the other the particular goods for sale as I described them. Had I instead gone counter-clockwise I would have first off, passed the clerk, which was the main reason I didn't go that way, then gone past all of the popular video titles, followed by some lamer ones, then weird ones and ended up on this side of the doorway.

So when I got to the rack, instead of the expected big boob girl sucking voraciously on a big dong I saw and younger man, a boy almost hairless and kneeling looking up at a heavily muscled man. The boy had a simply shameful look on his face; he looked to be blushing, and a big dong in his mouth.

I had never seen anything like that before. Everything that was available to me was straight for the good reason that no one would have anything like this laying around or people would think that they were into it.

Now in keeping with my policy of not lingering on anything that might incriminate me I should have quickly dodged this section and moved to the more socially acceptable to me at least ladies with a dong in their mouth section, but I simply could not move.

He was young and small and thin like me so I related to him immediately. The tough guy above him had his cock in my mouth. I became acutely aware that I was staring at the video and had even picked it up to look more closely at it. I also knew that by now I was making a serious tent in my pants. There was a need to get out of sight and quickly.

The only place left to go for me at that point was into the back area. I kept my head down and walked down the row of booths to the left. The first few had doors on them with red light bulbs on top. The lights were on so I supposed that meant they were occupied. The next couple booths were open and I could see a screen inside, so I figured that those were movies booths like Bollman had described.

All of the sudden I got this really creepy feeling that Bollman was there and would see me and that I just had to head out of there now so I turned quickly back to the doorway, almost knocking over a man that was coming down the hall towards me.

I couldn't make him out in the dark really, but it was obvious he was rather big and had a sort of blue-collar look to him like he worked construction of something. I had bumped into him touching his chest with my palm when I turned.

Pulling my arm quickly away, I backed up against the sidewall of the corridor. There was barely enough room for two people to pass. He stopped surveyed me up and down for a second, gave me a little knowing smirk and walked of down the hall entering the next booth down.

The shock of meeting someone so suddenly after being kind of alone in my little world jarred me somewhat to reality. I wanted to see if there was one of those booths with the girl I told myself. It would be stupid to leave now, plus the next bus wouldn't be back around for nearly an hour anyways I straightened myself up, took a deep breath and walked down toward the end of the hall.

There we're only three booths left. The one the man had walked in still didn't have the door shut yet, which I wondered about, but the two after his booth looked to be a little bit bigger and I wanted to check them out so I stepped off down the hall past his booth.

These last booths didn't seem to be girl booths either. They were larger and in addition to having a screen they had a little bench that you could sit on. There was always the other side and if nothing down that way I would probably just jump in a booth and check out a video.

Turning to go back, I noticed that the light was on over the booth the blue-collar man had entered, but as I got close to where you would enter, it was apparent that the door wasn't actually shut. Curiosity it seems got the best of me at that moment. I think I told myself that maybe I would catch a peek of what was on the screen. As it turned out the screen was the last thing that caught my eye.

The movie was on giving off a faint light, but the man was standing in front of the screen thus blocking most of the direct illumination. He was standing with his pants around his ankles, facing not towards the moaning girl on the film, but facing the hallway and therefore, me. His hand was on his cock, which was semi hard and he was slowly stroking it.

We just stood there like that for a few seconds, me staring at his crotch and then slowly raising my head our eyes met. I instinctively bit my lip. It was easy to see it was clear to him that he was the superior specimen of man, and that he could take what he wanted. So he did.

While I paused a second the man simply reached out with his right hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards him into the booth. I started to protest but, before I could get very far he put his left hand on top of my head and pushed down. Now I could easily have resisted if I wanted to, but the wasn't time for it to even register. One second it seems I was standing in the hallway the next I was squatting down in front of the man with his cock bobbing up and down just six inches from my face.

Then he spoke in a soft stern voice.

"Kneel."

It was a request, but at the same time it wasn't, but the force of his words acted as if the synapses of my brain had fired on their own. First my one knee and then the other touched the ground.

I knew at that moment that any chance of me becoming a real man had passed as he moved his right hand to my head as well and pulled my lips ever slowly to his cock.

"You do this before boy?" The same soft-stern voice commanded my answer.

"No." my voice was weak and of a higher timber than I ever remember it being before.

The voice came back again. "No teeth."

It was only seconds until my first taste of man, but I had so many thoughts flash through my mind. The man jerking to the television, the girl sucking a cock with a devilish knowing look in her eye, even Bollman saying "have fun." The boy on his knees was me

The smell of his manhood was so strong now that I was so close. I looked down cross-eyed at the tip of his penis as he pulled forward and my lips touched for the first time the sweet meat of man. They parted naturally as if his cock was docking at a station made just for that purpose.

He slipped the dick in my mouth, the fleshy head, and then it got hard. He just kept pushing forward feeding me little bit by bit. I as very conscious of his warning of no teeth and was being very careful just holding my head still and taking his penetration.

Suddenly, I realized I didn't have enough mouth for him as I could feel it pushing halfway down my tongue and I could still clearly see a few more inches of shaft. He didn't stop though and kept slowly pressing deeper into my cavity

As the head reached the back and started to pass into my throat, a sense of panic washed over me and I raised my hands to his thighs with the intention of pushing back. He seemed to have anticipated this and quickly said.

"Hands at your sides."

I obeyed, still fearful of what was to come, but he was almost gentle in his approach. He pushed it back into my throat and I involuntarily gagged. My hands came up for a second, but I stopped them and flapping them in a kind of sissified way placed them back at my sides. His soft steady firmness made me want to behave for him and take his cock the way he wanted it.

I kept gagging form time to time but his cock in my throat prevented anything from coming up. Before long my nose was buried in his jet-black pubes.

"You see, boy, every little fag like you can deep throat, you just need discipline."

My mind rebelled a little at being called a faggot, but then I was here on my knees with a man's cock buried hilt deep in my throat.

"When a man asks you if you can deep throat, you can say, Yes. Now say it boy."

I hesitated a second and then understanding tried to say yes but only an odd mumble came out.

He pushed back on my head releasing his b**st from my throat, pulling it the whole way out then moved his hands from my head, resting them on his hips.

The cock bobbed in front of me as if nodding in approval, soaking wet with saliva. One long drip hung off the tip in a string about 4 inches long.

He waited. Willing to have taken the first step, but now it was clear that it was my choice completely. If I stayed there on my knees and took his dick in my mouth of my own accord and sucked him with my energy I was accepting my role as cocksucker.

The wait wasn't that long. Even though the penetration of my throat had been stressful, already it felt as though something were missing. It seemed right, like I was made for this. My small stature, the way I was mesmerized by the man's penis while he jacked off, the simple fact that this man above me had pegged me instantly as someone who would willingly just kneel with the slightest of encouragement. All of these things plus the peculiar taste that was in my mouth that I couldn't quite place, mildly salty, slippery and viscous all at once. I felt it on my tongue and moved it to my lips and blew a little bubble.

Then leaning my head forward took on the fate of one who kneels and services the stronger members of his kind. The cockhead intrigued me it was so soft and supple. The slightest touch here or flick of a tongue there, or quick suck with my lips made the whole of the shaft jump with excitement.

I made kind of a cup with my lips and made soft little sucks in rhythm on the tip and then I dove deeper taking half his length at once and then back again. The sensation of fullness in my mouth just seemed right to me and I got another little taste. I wasn't quite sure if he was cumming yet actually. It didn't take me that long sometimes and maybe he was worked up doing it here in public with the...

Oh my, the door was still open.

He waited, letting me decide for myself, knowing what the foregone conclusion was to be.

I turned back around and this time I started sucking in earnest. Taking him about half down until he felt like he was almost in my throat and then pulling back to where just his cock head was in my mouth. I didn't seem to need training, but I wasn't sure if I was doing a good job.

I kept a rhythm watching the pubic hair move back and forth towards my nose. The shaft, which previously had seemed pretty solid, now became incredibly hard. The ridges along the sides worked my lips like little road bumps. I could feel his cock literally jerking up and down in my mouth.
He had to be close now, how could he not be. The excitement of giving my first blowjob, when I didn't even really know I liked that sort of thing and the prospect of possibly being caught in the act, drove me onward with a lusty passion. The thought of a guy maybe seeing me and wanting some head himself occurred to me. I couldn't suck two different guys the first day!

There was no more taking it I started leaking in my own pants now.

I had to go for broke with one last thrust I shoved his cock as far down my throat as I could take it. It wasn't the whole way and I gagged and my eyes felt as if they would pop out, but it did the trick and after I pulled back he started shooting in my mouth.

I can't explain it. Some people say they don't like cum or they had to get used to it. I loved it from that very second. It was as if my tongue had a separate taste bud for cum and I was crazy for it right then. Add to that the pure power of jet after jet of hot cum filling my mouth up. I didn't count but it was maybe 7 or 9 or something shots. It was so good.

He held his cock in my mouth for a few seconds and I enjoyed it as well, then he pulled out, drew up his pants, zipped and buckled up and then walked past my kneeling form.