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You could say I would be a recognizable person. Someone well known in certain circles, at least. That’s why my life is a secret and I would perfer it to remain that way. It’s not that I’m embarrassed, it’s more of a nobody’s business type of thing and I believe people would genuinely perfer to think of me as they do now. With the help of some good friends I have been able to keep it so. Let me start from the beginning...
My desires started around middle school and had grown almost uncontrollable by high school. I had always been very athletic, and by that point I had already begun to make a name for myself through sports. It seemed as if I was good at anything I tried, but where I grew up baseball and especially football, were king.
I’m sure it sounds arrogant, however I’m just being honest and telling it like it happened. A star high school athlete, where I was from and at the time I grew up, had very real expectations. Already having received numerous college scholarship offers with an eye on things beyond that, it seemed clear the all American role I had to play.
Yet, there were those feelings, those desires. I wanted nothing more than to taste cock, to suck it, to pleasure it. I wasn’t exactly sure of my sexual orientation, but back then oh how I wanted to be on my knees. Oh how I so wanted to feel a hard cock against my lips and on my tongue. I would lie awake at night dreaming about it. Dreaming about making cocks cum and tasting their jizz. Dreaming about being cummed on and having my mouth used.
Our school had an LGBT club that met after school, right around the football practice times. I always made excuses to pass by, to feel a connection and to see who was there. It didn’t take long for a boy at those meetings to notice that I had past several times and was always sneaking looks their way. Days past, weeks even with nothing more than a glance here or there, our eyes locking and maybe even blushing. He later told me that he was afraid to approach me even though he was open about his sexuality because of my image. I later told him how I dreamed that he would.
It seemed as if both of us would linger around after most had left for the day. Both hoping the other would approach. Knowing glances, a nervous stare, heart racing at the possibilities. The possibility of experiencing what I had for so long and so very deeply craved. It was growing darker, the sun had almost gone down. My cock felt wet in my pants with all the leaking pre cum from the excitement. I waited until he saw me. I could hear and feel my heart pounding in my ears, almost shaking, almost moving as in slow motion. I looked behind the locker room building, then back at him, then walked around the corner.
A minute seemed like an hour as I waited to see if he would follow. Then a ways away, I saw him finally. Seeing I was alone, he walked towards me. Ba boom ba boom ba boom, my heart pounded. I’d been in many pressure situations in important games, but nothing compared to this. He said, “Hi” and I said “Hi” back, but my voice sounded nervous and may had even cracked. I think he smiled, maybe even laughed at my nervousnes. I think he was put at ease and moved closer to me. That was it, so much pent up desires, so much lust, so many lonely nights craving it. My shaking hands moved to his belt and I just stared down until I undid it and unzipped his fly. Just staring at where the object of my affection would be, I moved to my knees in front of him, just like I had dreamed of. I pulled on his pants and exposed his beautiful, semi erect cock. The sight, the emotion of it all took my breath away. I had no other thoughts besides that cock in front of me. I had imagined this moment many times. I had pictured different ways of what I would do first. Hold it in my hand, feel the weight, the girth of it? Press my face against it, feeling it’s warmth and power? Licking and teasing it or just taking as much of it into my mouth as quickly as I could. It was the latter.
He felt so good, it felt so good. I loved the feeling of it getting harder between my lips, the way it filled me, only making me want more of it. The ridges of his cock’s head on my exploring tongue. The almost intoxicating taste of his leaking pre cum. I gripped his thighs, I held his ass, I didn’t want it to end but I had an unyielding need to pleasure that cock, to make it cum and taste the reward for my efforts. I wanted to taste cum, I wanted to swallow it, to have it inside me, to make me a slave to it. It’s how I felt, how I had always felt. I just wanted to give in to it.
Then the moment I would come to love. His legs tense, his breathing short, the magic rush of his semen filling me up, flooding into my mouth, making me swallow, making my whole body tingle, making me swallow again.
I think I met him behind that building everyday for two weeks straight and everyday I could not wait! I began to feel incomplete without warm, thick, sticky cum on my lips. I was a complete and dedicated cock sucker. A cock and cum lover, like I had known I wanted to be.
We didn’t talk much at first, but soon I began to open up to him and the idea of being with multiple guys came up. I don’t know for sure who had first mentioned it, but I’m sure it was clear to him that I was into it, just extremely cautious. “No one could know” I said and he assured me. “We had been living in the closet for years and know many more that still are. We know how to keep a secret.” I asked if he knew other guys that would want to join us and he said, “Are you k**ding? Most of them masturbate to the thought of you! Having you give them blowjobs would be a dream come true!”
That first time was at someone’s home I didn’t even know. Nervous excitement rushed through me just like that first evening on my knees. They suggested I should come in from the back and although nervous, the desire of living out another fantasy was too strong to stop me now.
In a dim room, I expected to see two guys, but there were three. I barely even saw faces before they started to undress and I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. I quickly over to my favorite position and was now at eye level with three different, yet all beautiful, cocks. Living out every gay porn fantasy, that first night was a blur of stroking and sucking. Each guy took turns fucking my mouth as I stroked off the other two, one in each hand, just like a total slut. Soft sounds and moans filled the room. Soft yes’s and yeah’s as I pleasured each one. On thick and smooth that stretched my lips, one uncircumcised and one veiny and gorgeous.
To be continued...
My desires started around middle school and had grown almost uncontrollable by high school. I had always been very athletic, and by that point I had already begun to make a name for myself through sports. It seemed as if I was good at anything I tried, but where I grew up baseball and especially football, were king.
I’m sure it sounds arrogant, however I’m just being honest and telling it like it happened. A star high school athlete, where I was from and at the time I grew up, had very real expectations. Already having received numerous college scholarship offers with an eye on things beyond that, it seemed clear the all American role I had to play.
Yet, there were those feelings, those desires. I wanted nothing more than to taste cock, to suck it, to pleasure it. I wasn’t exactly sure of my sexual orientation, but back then oh how I wanted to be on my knees. Oh how I so wanted to feel a hard cock against my lips and on my tongue. I would lie awake at night dreaming about it. Dreaming about making cocks cum and tasting their jizz. Dreaming about being cummed on and having my mouth used.
Our school had an LGBT club that met after school, right around the football practice times. I always made excuses to pass by, to feel a connection and to see who was there. It didn’t take long for a boy at those meetings to notice that I had past several times and was always sneaking looks their way. Days past, weeks even with nothing more than a glance here or there, our eyes locking and maybe even blushing. He later told me that he was afraid to approach me even though he was open about his sexuality because of my image. I later told him how I dreamed that he would.
It seemed as if both of us would linger around after most had left for the day. Both hoping the other would approach. Knowing glances, a nervous stare, heart racing at the possibilities. The possibility of experiencing what I had for so long and so very deeply craved. It was growing darker, the sun had almost gone down. My cock felt wet in my pants with all the leaking pre cum from the excitement. I waited until he saw me. I could hear and feel my heart pounding in my ears, almost shaking, almost moving as in slow motion. I looked behind the locker room building, then back at him, then walked around the corner.
A minute seemed like an hour as I waited to see if he would follow. Then a ways away, I saw him finally. Seeing I was alone, he walked towards me. Ba boom ba boom ba boom, my heart pounded. I’d been in many pressure situations in important games, but nothing compared to this. He said, “Hi” and I said “Hi” back, but my voice sounded nervous and may had even cracked. I think he smiled, maybe even laughed at my nervousnes. I think he was put at ease and moved closer to me. That was it, so much pent up desires, so much lust, so many lonely nights craving it. My shaking hands moved to his belt and I just stared down until I undid it and unzipped his fly. Just staring at where the object of my affection would be, I moved to my knees in front of him, just like I had dreamed of. I pulled on his pants and exposed his beautiful, semi erect cock. The sight, the emotion of it all took my breath away. I had no other thoughts besides that cock in front of me. I had imagined this moment many times. I had pictured different ways of what I would do first. Hold it in my hand, feel the weight, the girth of it? Press my face against it, feeling it’s warmth and power? Licking and teasing it or just taking as much of it into my mouth as quickly as I could. It was the latter.
He felt so good, it felt so good. I loved the feeling of it getting harder between my lips, the way it filled me, only making me want more of it. The ridges of his cock’s head on my exploring tongue. The almost intoxicating taste of his leaking pre cum. I gripped his thighs, I held his ass, I didn’t want it to end but I had an unyielding need to pleasure that cock, to make it cum and taste the reward for my efforts. I wanted to taste cum, I wanted to swallow it, to have it inside me, to make me a slave to it. It’s how I felt, how I had always felt. I just wanted to give in to it.
Then the moment I would come to love. His legs tense, his breathing short, the magic rush of his semen filling me up, flooding into my mouth, making me swallow, making my whole body tingle, making me swallow again.
I think I met him behind that building everyday for two weeks straight and everyday I could not wait! I began to feel incomplete without warm, thick, sticky cum on my lips. I was a complete and dedicated cock sucker. A cock and cum lover, like I had known I wanted to be.
We didn’t talk much at first, but soon I began to open up to him and the idea of being with multiple guys came up. I don’t know for sure who had first mentioned it, but I’m sure it was clear to him that I was into it, just extremely cautious. “No one could know” I said and he assured me. “We had been living in the closet for years and know many more that still are. We know how to keep a secret.” I asked if he knew other guys that would want to join us and he said, “Are you k**ding? Most of them masturbate to the thought of you! Having you give them blowjobs would be a dream come true!”
That first time was at someone’s home I didn’t even know. Nervous excitement rushed through me just like that first evening on my knees. They suggested I should come in from the back and although nervous, the desire of living out another fantasy was too strong to stop me now.
In a dim room, I expected to see two guys, but there were three. I barely even saw faces before they started to undress and I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. I quickly over to my favorite position and was now at eye level with three different, yet all beautiful, cocks. Living out every gay porn fantasy, that first night was a blur of stroking and sucking. Each guy took turns fucking my mouth as I stroked off the other two, one in each hand, just like a total slut. Soft sounds and moans filled the room. Soft yes’s and yeah’s as I pleasured each one. On thick and smooth that stretched my lips, one uncircumcised and one veiny and gorgeous.
To be continued...
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