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Introduction: Willing cocksucker for Aunt Daisys john and surrendered throat for two forcible men. Carl brought a pint of liquor to my aunt on most Tuesdays and Thursdays and with that, he was able to pry her away from her television and cigarettes long enough to relieve his seemingly unquenchable need for sexual release. They moved to her bedroom in my full view and Carl wasnt shy about animalistic noises at the point of his greatest quest, one that he no longer enjoyed with his wife after she bore four children and shut down her tunnel of conception.
I was a skinny kid. My aunt was a fat slob. Neither of us favored the arrangement but it had become necessary because of severe disruptions elsewhere in my family. She accepted my presence but only because she received income from the State, but she didnt care to be responsible for my comings or goings, something I liked a great deal because I felt certain I would at last have my first opportunity to do what I had longed to do for so longsuck cock.
Carl sometimes eye-balled me as if to wonder my opinion of their liquor-for-sex relationship. I had no opinion and only gave him brief glances. He seemed a little creepy, to be honest.
On the third Thursday of July, Carl knocked at our door, a pint of some brownish spirits in hand, and he stepped through the door without waiting for any one to let him in. He was forty-something, average height and build, not good looking, brown hair, and black horned rim glasses. He was far from an Adonis, but that didnt deter him in the slightest from sexual pursuits.
I was sitting with my cell phone on a cozy chair and he asked where Daisy was and I explained she had gone to her sisters for a few days. Carl was upset that she hadnt told him she was leaving and Thursday was his day to get some warm, wet jollies and now what would he do?
I shrugged.
Say Brynn, he said, you interested in some hard stuff? he asked while holding his cherished pint in the air.
I shook my head. I wasnt of age and had never consumed hard liquor.
Hey listen, he continued, you seem like a nice kid. Dont ever see you with girls though. Fact, dont see you with much of anyone. You a loner?
I hadnt found it easy to make friends because I had long ago realized I wasnt like most boys and it was hard to hang out as one of the girls. I was effeminate and had undeniable interest in cocksucking porn.
In the minutes that followed, Carl moved closer, both in his seating position as well as his discussion of liking shy boys and, well truth be known, they were a bit of a turn-on for him. I felt tingles. I was flattered. But hell, he was screwing my aunt! He was creepy enough to butt-fuck a pretty boy? Sorry, but I wasnt about to offer up my nether cheeks.
I suppose he did me in when he circled a finger around my lips and told me I had a pretty little mouth. I didnt pull away. I was frozen by his touch and his flattery and the thought that maybejust maybe . . .
He seemed emboldened by my stupor and the fact that I hadnt pulled away. His middle finger pushed between my lips and he said, Yeah, you like that, dont you boy? Yeah, you like that. He circled my mouth again, then asked, You ever seen a grown mans cock? Bet you havent but bet you would, wouldnt you Brynn?
Just as a fever was rising within me, he pulled his finger away and poured two small glasses half full with demon brew. He dipped his finger in one and put it to my lips. Suck Brynn. See how sweet it is. I felt heady with the taste and an otherworldly sense that it started within me not to mention that sucking on his fingers made me feel as if I was sucking on his cock. He encouraged me to take a sip and then another.
My head was getting light from the alcohol but even more from the bulge I noticed in his pants. He put my hand on it and I didnt know why, but I didnt resist. He stood. He was three feet from me. He unzipped his pants. I couldnt move. He wrangled behind his fly and then stepped closer. My eyes watched. I didnt want them to. He pulled his dark hard cock out and it sprung before my face. It was harder than hell, ugly but exciting, frightening but captivating, menacing but mouth-watering. It was . . . It was just a foot from my face! A grown mans penis!
You like that, dont you boy? I can tell. See it in your eyes. Seen it before. Go ahead and touch it.
I remained frozen. His hand took mine. I didnt resist. He placed my fingers on the shaft. Go ahead, feel what its like.
My fingers responded although I had not decided to tell them to do so. My fingers felt his cock. Uncertain were their movements but not uncertain was Carls excitement. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He hushed, Yessssss, do it Brynn. Soft and slow. Ahhhh.
I was both relieved and disappointed when he pushed my hand away.
Look Brynn, I know a cocksucker when I see one. Maybe you havent done it but I can see it in your eyes. Know those kind of eyes anywhere. I been waiting two days to come here and you know what me and Daisy do and now shes not here. Come on. You know you want to suck it. I need you to suck on it. No one will know. Our little secret. Just try it. Just give it a little suck.
But I was frozen. It was so hard. It stared at me. It was a big step because I didnt want the label of cocksucker. I wanted to run but my legs were numb. Carl solved my dilemma with just the touch of two fingers to the back of my head. I didnt know then why his hand on my head did me in but in time, I came to understand that my ultra-submissive nature is triggered by such things.
Without approval, my face moved forward and my mouth opened and he pushed his hips forward and I felt the heat of his dark, ugly penis in my mouth even before there was any actual contact. That heat forced my lips to surround his shaft and thenlike nothing beforeI was seduced because the hardness of his shaft ignited every queer, cocksucking notion I had ever had. Without a single thought, my mouth began softly sucking on his hard shaft and my tongue swirled underneath the head and Carl oozed approval with a salacious groan and vocal encouragement, Ohhhh yeah. Suck on it boy. Good cocksucker!
His head was tilted back and I was overcome with the realization that I was sucking cock and I was therefore a cocksucker and none of it could ever be reversed. That understanding brought me to the determination that, as long as I was doing it, I might as well be the best cocksucker I could be and get as much out of it as I could, then if I had to, I could deny ever being a cocksucker. Yeah, I could live with that.
Then, he swiftly put the heel of his hand on my forehead and pushed me back until his rigid cock popped from my mouth and he cooed, Not yet. Not yet. Too soon.
He sat on the sofa and tugged on my hair to bring me between his legs. He guided my mouth to the cock he was holding in position and my mouth seemed to automatically open and take it in and once again, I was sucking on Carls cock.
I began bobbing slowly. Carls head was leaned back against the backrest of the sofa and his eyes were closed and he soothed me with words of how good it felt and what a good cocksucker I was and I continued to suck on that hard thing, completely seduced by how rock hard it was and how it felt soooo good in my mouth..
Carls hips began to move. His damned hands returned to my head and he began pumping my head up and down, like he was using my mouth for masturbation. He held my head still and fucked my mouth and thenthenthen he did it. I felt the first gob soar to the back of my mouth striking it hard and splattering wide. I felt choked and had to force myself to not gag on the awful stuff. But, I didnt want to get that far and then fail. I had to take it. It was so wicked and nasty and filthy, a man actually ejaculating in my mouth. His dick, my mouth. His jizz just blowing into my mouth and filling it. If any escaped, I thought it would be a sign of failure. I held still. I kept mouth snug on his spurting shaft. I . . . I just let him . . . I just let him unload right in my mouth. I forced myself to take it, all of it.
When he was done, he released my head and I yanked upward and ran to the bathroom and spit and spit and spit and dipped my mouth to the faucet and douched my mouth like a French whores pussy but even after all of that, when I returned to the room, the film of his semen clung like a coating in my mouth. And the man who had done that in my mouth was gone. He just fucked me, then left? Had he just used me? Was I no more than a common whore? Had I not been good enough? Didnt he like my mouth? Would he never even ask for it again?
My aunt returned Sunday night and I sequestered myself in my bedroom so that she wouldnt some how see the word cocksucker written all over my face, that is, if she ever cared enough to actually notice me. I couldnt face her or anyone. Not for awhile.
On Tuesday, Carl called my aunt and set up a date and showed up with a pint and they copulated in the back bedroom with plenty of noises and, as Carl was leaving, I could no longer resist. I had to see him, see his face, try to comprehend what Thursday had meant to him. Was I just a cunt or did he actually care?
He emerged from my aunts bedroom with a flushed face. He glanced at me, seemed surprised, grinned, nodded, and put his hand to his ear as if to say he would call me.
An hour later, he called and explained that he had to give things time and continuing to see my aunt was good cover for what you and I are doing. He had said, are doing and that meant it wasnt a one-time thing. Its not that I was convinced that I ever wanted to do it again but it was important that I know he was convinced that he did.
Hell Brynn, truth be told, I would rather fuck a good mouth than pussy. Just something about doing it in someones mouth. My old lady dont suck and neither does Daisy. But you . . . your first time doing it was amazing. You did it to get me off and you didnt once touch yourself. Now THAT is a cocksucker. Thursday Brynn. At the corner, 7pm.
I waited on the corner feeling like a street whore. He pulled up in a black car and I got in. He was rubbing his pants and began talking about my mouth and that he couldnt wait and he knew a perfect place, one he had scoped out a couple of days before. He drove about a mile from town and turned onto a darkened and unfinished bit of asphalt and he pulled back into some bushes and asked if I was ready. He didnt wait for my reply. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffy and pulled my head down to his lap.
Show me what a good cocksucker you are, Brynn.
The word cocksucker drove shims of eroticism into my fractured being and I became helpless to him. My mouth surrounded his shaft and my right hand fondled his balls and I gasped with lust and began sucking, sucking on his hard cock, sucking on the erect penis of a grown man!
My head moved slowly. He reclined his seat. My mouth went down further and before long, I was bobbing my head slowly up and down and using my right hand to slowly stroke it. He moaned and sighed and that made me even hotter to be a great cocksucker. I gave a little more rhythm and he told me to not go too fast because he didnt want to cum too soon. I slowed and sucked softly and moved my head in a sensual manner. In time, he put his hands on my head and pumped my head, then a little faster.
Dammmmmmmmmit! I couldnt believe it! I was in a parked car, in a dark area, and I was blowing a 40-something year old man! I was sucking him offin a carin the dark and he was fucking me in the mouth, cranking my head up and down as if using my mouth to masturbate himself!
My excitement compounded when I realized that not only was he 40-something but I was sucking off one of my aunts boyfriends! He was doing it in my mouth instead of in her!
My head bobbed. My fingers stroked. His cock seemed even harder. It twitched. I sucked. He groaned. His hands grabbed my head. His hips thrust upward. He cried out like a wild animal. I froze. I locked my lips to his shaft. He began spurting in my mouth. He jizzed right in my mouth and I let him. I held still and let him ejaculate in my mouth. I held still and I let him just pump and pump and pump his hot jism into my mouth.
Even when he was done, he didnt release my head. He held it there while his cock jerked and twitched and began to soften.. His cum was warm and thick and I felt sick, but I forced myself to stay there until he released my head. I bolted upright, jerked on the door handle, leaned my head out the door and spewed his spunk to the ground. I wanted so much to be a complete cocksucker who swallowed but I just wasnt ready for that. I hoped that most cocksuckers as young as me didnt either.
Neither of us talked much as he drove a few minutes to the corner from where he had picked me up. My head was dizzy with cocksucking conflict. I hated it, I loved it. It was awesome, it was loathsome. I craved it, I denied it. I wanted it, I detested it. I would do it again, I would jump off a bridge first. I was a faggot, I was confused.
I lay on my bed and could still feel Carls wonderfully hard cock sliding in my wanton mouth with the film of his semen still tinting the tastes within. I wanted it! I craved his hard cock in my mouth. I was trapped in that new addiction. I fell asleep wondering how I had gotten myself into such a thing.
The very next Thursday, I got a simple text from Carl and I went to him as if he was pulling a golden ring in my nose. He was late and I was bothered. He explained that his wife had demanded he take his four daughters to a school event.
Even so, we returned to his secret place and I sucked on his cock and loved it and I received his semen in my mouth and nearly gagged before spitting. The following Thursday, I couldnt wait. It was getting easier to admit to my addiction and just enjoy being a cocksucker.
However, trauma is often the friend of darkness and with the light of a cell phone tapping on the window of Carls car door, it spiked each of us with immediate fear. Two men, scruffy and ugly and fat and filthy, hounded Carl with threats of showing their cell phone video of my head bobbing in his lap, that is, unless we agreed to let them fuck me in the mouth and have my cell number so they could keep fucking my mouth. It was absurd! No! I wouldnt! Yet, it was inescapable. They called me out of the car and told Carl to stay where he was and not interfere.
Then, they raped me. They raped my mouth. One pushed me to the ground and the other landed on my face with his dick out. He pinned my head to the ground and drove his hard cock into my mouth. He trapped my head with his legs, body, and hands and I was helpless. He grunted and groaned and, while Carl watched helplessly, the man despicable man pumped his vile jizz into my mouth. The second man then raped me while the first man made him watch while saying, Look at that, fucking your boy right in the mouth.
After that, I was fearful of the whole cocksucking thing but there were longings within me that were too strong to suppress. I wanted to suck. With Carls persuasion and assurance he had found a new place, I went with him again. I just had to have cock! Along the way to his new and private place he asked if I had heard from Bud or Ted and I shook my head and said I hoped they wrote my number down wrong. The thought of them fucking my mouth again gave me shivers.
Dont worry. Just a one time thing. It wont happen again, Carl said as he unzipped his pants and reclined his drivers side seat. For now, why dont you put them out of your mind by going down and sucking on my dick.
My head went to his lap and I took his erection into my mouth and I suckled the head and he moaned and I began sliding my mouth and he patted my head and sent waves of lust through me when he called me a good little cocksucker. I even sucked deep-throat with slow movements for nearly fifteen minutes, just the way Carl liked it, before building up speed and sucking on the top half while my fingers stroked the base.
I was sucking and stroking and I knew he wanted me to keep at it until he ejaculated in my mouth. I sucked and stroked and he grabbed my head and his cock jerked and then, I felt it, his cock shot a rope of jizz to the back of my mouth, then another and another and another. He was cumming right into my queer mouth and I was holding still and taking all of it.
Swallow! Swallow! Swallow, Brynn. Swallow this time. Swallow Brynn! he pleaded as he held my head down. His lust for it caused me to throw off my inhibitions about doing such a nasty thing and I complied with his urgings and I . . . I . . . I began swallowing, swallowing Carls thick load. I couldnt believe it! I was, giving it up the very first time he told me to do it! I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed all of Carls semen. I was proud that, at last, I was truly a cocksucker yet I was concerned that I wanted it so much that I might have become an addict.
When Friday and Saturday passed with no contact from Bud and Ted, I was certain I wouldnt hear from them again. But that changed on Sunday when Ted called and demanded that I meet them that evening. They pulled up in a thirty-year old car. I was surprised to see a younger woman, overweight, reddish hair, simple face, no make-up. They said her name was Janelle, Buds wife. His wife? I couldnt believe it! A man would really bring his wife to watch her husband mouth-rape a kid?
Janelle leaned to my ear. Dont worry, theyre just very horny men and they really like queermouth. Buddy has video of you with that man in the car so you really dont have any choice.
The car turned onto a dirt road and stopped behind an unpainted shed that seemed abandoned. They motioned for us to follow them behind the shed and they pointed to a cement pier for me to sit down with my back to a shed wall. Both men were instantly before me with Janelle on her knees beside me. They had their cocks out and were stepping closer.
Suck it bitch! Bud commanded. He pushed it to my lips then into my mouth and I did what he required. Janelle whispered, Do it good, Brynn. The best thing you can do for yourself is do what they say. I knew she was right and my mouth sucked with added passion.
Bud pulled back and Ted jammed his thicker, darker, uglier cock into my mouth and I began fellating him. Bud replaced him and his meaty hands pinned my head to the shed wall and he began fucking me in the mouth, going a half-inch deeper with each thrust. Ted replaced him and did the same. They repeated that cycle one time while Janelle told me to just hold still and let the horny dogs do what they gotta do. Theyre going to do it anyway so you might as well just let them.
I resigned myself to my fate. I was accustomed to deep-throating cock because I had done it many times with Carl, but these were nasty and vile men and, while I felt degraded by them just using my mouth for sex, there was no sense in resisting them.
Ted pulled his cock from me suddenly and knelt before me, his ugly face just inches from mine. His meaty right hand grabbed my jaw and he leaned closer. Now, were going to make you into our pretty little bitch-girl. You wont never be the same after this, he sneered. I soon found myself laying flat on my back looking straight up at the stars.
Yeah baby, Ted continued. Gonna show you what its like to be a pretty little cocksucking girlie!
Both men removed their clothing from below the waist and Ted held my head in place while Bud straddled my face while facing my feet. His smelly balls were an inch from my nose. He leaned forward until he was laying on top of me and his great weight was pinning me to the ground. He arched his back upward and he grabbed his rock-hard cock and placed the tip solidly to my mouth. He lunged and pushed and then pushed again and with Janelle telling me to give it up, my mouth relaxed and Buds nasty rape-rod entered my mouth. He drove down to my throat and wedged his cockhead there and pushed and then pushed again.
Gotta open him up, Ted observed.
Bud lunged down even more and I felt my throat giving way and then, I just gave up completely and let him drive his shaft all the way down into me until his massive and smelly balls surrounded my nose. He pulled up slowly and then went back down all of the way. He repeated his slow-fucking for perhaps a minute before Ted announced Hes ready. Arent you girly-boy? You like bein raped dont you? Just like a fucking girl!!
Then, Bud began moving rhythmically although still somewhat slowly. He went all of the way in and then halfway out and then plunged all of the way.
Fuck him, Bud! Ted cried. Fuck the bitch! Make him a girl!
Bud began thrusting and grunting and fucking until my head was dazed, then dizzy, then senseless. Yet, he didnt stop. There in that abandoned place on that dark night, Bud raped me. Janelle and Ted were telling me to give into the girl within. I was beginning to know what it was like to get fucked like a girl, sexually used like a girl, my throat a tight and deep pussy for Buds pleasure, and my throat feeling pleasure like 1000 clits. They were ugly and vile and they were raping me–again–and I hated that I liked it.
He went faster and harder and Janelle cooed with lust while Ted encouraged him to seed the bitch! Seed her! and Bud humped and plunged and then he drove his hard cock all the way down into me and his hips shook and quaked and his loins quivered and his cock jerked and then . . . just like men do to girls . . . Bud began inseminating me. He shot rockets of seminal fury deep down inside. It seemed right, like it was suppose to be, that I was supposed to be raped and jizzed by horny men who needed sexual release. He spent himself entirely in my throat and then he went idle on top of me. He lay on me for what seemed like an hour but was probably no more than a minute. His body quivered as his cock oozed jism in my throat.
Ted yanked on his friend and when Bud rolled off, his eyes dazed and only semi-visible, Ted straddled me quickly and drove his bigger and harder and nastier erection down into me. He began fucking me deep like he was on top of a girl. I understood that I had become the replacement girl victim with the deep throat that horny, nasty men like them desired when they couldnt rape a real girl.
He thrust in me until the stars in the night went out. He went faster and harder and he drove deeper and then he was just out-and-out screwing me, fucking my head into the ground and grunting and screwing and moaning and jerking until his hips drove down and he held himself deep down my throat and then he ejaculated in me while I lay helpless underneath him and just let him do his business deep inside of me. His cock jerked harder than I had ever felt and the spunk he shot into me was massive, like some thick oyster and it seemed it would never end. He just kept shooting and shooting and spurting and spurting until he finally went limp on top of me.
In time, he rolled off of me and that is when I had yet another surprise.
Janelle straddled me the same as the men had except facing the other way. Then, she sat on my face! She said it would soothe me and calm me and help me relax and reorient my wits and it was what sexual submissives needed sometimes. Her round butt covered my face and my nose was in the very crux of her rear-end. I wanted to push her off but, like before, I realized it was all part of my evolution into submissiveness, queerdom, and usery.
When she got off of my face, I hated the odiferous residue of her departure. I wanted to swab my face but I sensed that would not be appreciated. I didnt have long to endure the stench of her butt because Bud was on top of me again and telling me to just lay still and let them fuck me. I didnt resist. He took his time, perhaps ten minutes in all, before got to the finish line and he deposited his lust-filled rape seeds in my throat.
Ted didnt need to tell me to lay still while he mounted me. I held still when he pushed down my throat and I lay still like a street whore while Ted fucked and fucked and fucked me until he emptied his mammoth sacs with more cum than most men have in their first ejaculations. They drove me back and dropped me off.
Carl called. I explained everything. He agreed I had to do it with Bud and Ted any time they called. The only thing that changed for Carl was that he sometimes jizzed down my throat although most of the time, he wanted to do it in my mouth and have me show it to him before swallowing it.
I was regularly fucked like a cocksucking queer by Carl and like a cocksucking girly-whore by Bud and Ted. By my calculations, in the past eight months, I have been fucked in the mouth by three horny older men at least 160 times and swallowed their semen just as much.
Coming to terms with being a cocksucker was hard for me and it took time to adjust. But, once I adapted, sucking cock, getting mouthfucked, and swallowing semen were easy for me because it seemed so natural for me to have a mans cock in my mouth and to swallow.
I suppose my time at my aunts place wont be permanent, but when the State assigns me someplace new, I hope it will be a place with plenty horny mouthfucking men.
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