In the ‘60s I was a shy senior in high school in Boston. I was also short, skinny, self-conscious, lacking confidence, academically excellent, but socially inept. It didn't help that I was secretly gay and attending an all-male school with hot young studs dripping with testosterone everywhere I looked.
There were 30 guys, all 18 or 19 years old, in my homeroom class. They were a mix of ethnicities -- Irish, Italian, Jewish, Greek, Chinese, black, and Latino. But when I masturbated, there were only a few examples of youthful beauty that got me erect.
One day I got to school at 6:30 a.m., two hours before we were due in class so that I could cram for a quiz. I hadn’t studied the night before because the Celtics were playing the Lakers in a late game in the NBA finals. The game took precedence over all else.
I sat in an empty classroom, underlining passages in my history book, taking notes, coaching myself to remember details of Civil War battles.
After about a half hour, I needed to pee, so I headed to the men's room with its old stained urinals and painted cement floor. There were 12 urinals with no barriers between them and on the opposite wall nine stalls with marble sides and wooden doors that nearly touched the floor.
As I was relieving my bladder and caught in a reverie, the metal door creaked open. A body sidled up right next to me.
Damn, it was William, one of the egotistical, wise guy jocks I had a crush on. As he pulled his penis out of his Levi's, I forced myself to concentrate on peeing while looking straight ahead.
"Pete, what are you doing here so early?"
"Oh, just cramming for my history test. I slacked off too long last night."
"You slacked off too long or you jerked off too long?” William looked proud of himself for showing some wit.
I ignored the comment. He often picked on me in the corridors, grabbing my briefcase and sliding it up the waxed hallway floor, then laughing as I clumsily chased it. Sometimes, he would push me against my locker and use his forefinger to thump my earlobes. It was not only embarrassing but painful.
Why did the school bullies do the things they did to us nerdy types. Because they could, I suppose.
While I was a slightly built 5-6 and 135 pounds, he was 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, had curly blond hair -- dirty blond, we called it then — and a meaty ass and thighs that filled his Levi's to perfection.
I tried to stop myself from staring at him, but it was a losing battle. He was just too handsome, with his green eyes, perfectly straight nose and thick eyebrows that were darker than his hair. He reminded me of a younger version of the actor George Peppard, whom I had watched as Banacek on TV and as Audrey Hepburn’s love interest in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Then I would jerk off to visions of his naked body.
At the urinal, my dick was getting harder by the minute, making it difficult to pee. I feared that William would see it and I’d get labeled “a quee-ah,” the word used by Bostonians back then to put down a gay guy.
As I pushed my dick back inside my pants, out of the corner of my eye I could see him shaking the last drops of piss off his dick. I dared not focus on that vision of manly beauty.
As I washed my hands, William spoke.
"Pete, let's hang out in here for a while. I got
cigarettes. I stole them from my mother's pocketbook."
"I dunno, William, what if we get caught?" Smoking was banned in school and I was not the bravest kid.
"Who's gonna catch us? No one's in school yet. Let's go in a stall."
I have to admit, the thought of a few drags of a cigarette appealed to me, not to mention being close to William. I had pilfered cigarettes from my older brother and smoked them in our basement. It made me feel grown up.
“OK,” I said. It was the first step in my desire to please him despite all the crap he put me through.
As we stood face to face in the small space, William took out a pack of Pall Mall’s, lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I took a drag and inhaled, then took another.
“I’m shocked, Pete. I never would have taken you for a smoker," he said. "You seem like such a goody-two-shoes."
"You don't know me, William," I said, irritated by his assessment.
“You’re right, Pete. I don't really know you, but I know you stare at me when I’m undressing in the locker room for phys ed class. I've seen you check me out, especially when I'm in my underwear."
My face turned red as I cursed myself for having been careless. I thought I had been more discreet. Be more careful in the future, I thought to myself. I stumbled to come up with an excuse for staring at him, but words weren’t coming out.
William flashed a knowing grin. “It's no big deal, Pete. I actually like being ogled. Makes me feel like hot shit. I already know the girls love me, but if I turn on a guy, that’s really hot.
“Pete, I have to ask, does your staring mean what I think it means?"
Oh-oh. As I feared, William had put 2 and 2 together. My stomach churned as I searched for a way to get around his question.
“I don’t know what you mean, William.”
"You know what I mean."
I did know, but I wasn't going to admit to anything.
"It doesn't mean anything. I was trying to see what brand of undies you were wearing since I wear boxers and they’re much different from what you wear.”
William immediately scoped this out as bullshit. He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t think so, Pete; something else was going on. Don’t be afraid to say it. I told you that I like when I turn on another guy.”
As I stared at my shoes, he pressed the issue.
“Let me help you figure it out. You stare because I have a big bulge down there. And that turns you on. You stare because you’re hoping my dick will pop out. I don’t blame you. It's really nice, ya know, and it's as big as you want it. Since you're so curious, why don't you unbuckle my belt, pull down my jeans and take a look. I’m wearing the BVDs you love.”
It's hard to describe the pain and pleasure I felt at that moment. This was either the worst or best of times. I had masturbated to William 50 times. Now I had a chance to actually see his BVDs up close and hopefully his dick. The hesitation is that I feared he'd tell our classmates.
I decided to stall for time until I decided what to do.
"I think I better pass, William. And out of thin air, I manufactured an excuse.
“You Italian boys have too much extra skin down there for my taste.” His surname ended in a vowel. All the Italian boys I knew, including myself, were uncircumcised. My excuse went up in smoke.
"You dumbass! Don't you know that I'm Jewish? You should know that there is no extra skin down there. You wanna see if I'm lying?"
I knew what being Jewish meant in terms of a dick. That made me want to see it even more, especially since he had bragged that it was "as big as you want it." I looked at his bulge -- I couldn't help myself. -- and fumbled for words.
William was already impatient with me. "Get on your knees right now.”
I was shaking with desire. "Go ahead and take it out.”
My fear evaporated and lust took over. I knelt on the cold floor, hands shaking as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I pulled up his shirt and saw that his stomach was hairy with a dark blond treasure trail shooting out of his briefs. I could see the white band of his tightey-whiteys a few inches from my face.
“Go ahead, pull down my jeans," he ordered. “Then get your face in my briefs.
There was no way I would take a pass. I could smell detergent and male crotch on his briefs as my nose pushed into the cotton fabric. That only made me want to see what lay beneath.
William moved his hand under his shirt and used his fingers to rub his armpit. “Whoops. I forgot to put on deodorant today,” he teased. Then he took his index finger and pushed it in my mouth.
“I bet you love the taste of my armpits,” he said. “They are a bit rank today, but that's even better? Get my finger wet. If you do a good job sucking my finger, maybe you’ll get something bigger in your mouth.”
His words were making me crazy. I wanted to prove I was worthy of “something bigger.” His finger tasted ripe as he poked it in and out of my mouth. I clenched it with my lips and used my tongue to lick it clean. No way would I fail this audition.
"Attaboy, Pete. And he pushed his whole finger in and rolled it around the inside of my mouth.
“That’s nice. Suck my finger nice and slow.” I gave it all the suction I could muster.
These last minutes constituted the most exciting time of my life. I no longer cared if the whole school knew about me.
William had enough of my attention on his finger. He took it out of my mouth and ordered me to grab the sides of his briefs.
"Pull them down slowly. Today is your lucky day. I’m letting you see what you were hot for in the locker room."
As I tugged on the sides of his briefs, I stared at his crotch, first seeing his dark blond pubic hair come into view and then his cock popped onto my face.
As advertised, William was circumcised -- beautifully and succulently. The head was enormous, jutting out at least an inch in diameter from the pink shaft. It was semi-hard, extending outward in a straight line.
"I told you my dick was as big as you want it.” I nodded my agreement. “Now kiss the head.”
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me an inch away from his dick. I was salivating as I kissed it.
"I knew you loved dick. Why else would you have stared at my crotch in the locker room? I expected that someday my cock would wind up in your mouth. But before we go there, first lick my balls.
I dug my nose into them. They were large and covered in dark blond fur. I took in their heady fragrance. It was then that I realized that William hadn’t showered that day. His entire crotch filled my nostrils with masculine pungency.
William used his thumb and index finger to grip his balls at the base and mold them into one single entity.
He pushed his nuts onto my lips and said, "Open your mouth. I want both of them inside so you can wash them with your spit. They get real sweaty sitting in my BVDs in this heat.”
Together his balls presented a large obstacle, I wondered if I could get both in my mouth.
I hesitated before trying. “I never did anything like this before, William. Can we go slow?"
He took his free hand and pried open my mouth. “You can handle them,” he said. “Just think of the cum filling my balls.” Those were the words that got me over the hump. I stretched my mouth as far as I could and managed to engulf both of his nuts.
“I told you, Pete. You should trust me. I know what you like. Now suck on them, but not too hard.”
After they were clean — I could no longer taste any ball sweat — he pulled them out and aimed his fat dickhead at my lips.
Now for the main event, Pete,” and he rubbed the circumcised head on my lips and ordered me to smell it. “Go ahead. Glue your nose to it. It’s what you always wanted.
"Tell me what it smells like?” Then he disappointed me by pulling his dick away and waited for my answer.
It smelled wonderful, but I’m sure he was looking for something more definitive.
“It smells strong, William. Did you not shower today? I can smell piss and I think your cum. It smells as if you beat off last night and let it dry on your dick.”
William let out a laugh. “You nailed it, Pete. That’s exactly what you’re smelling — my last dribble of piss and last night’s dried cum.”
He fed a few inches into my mouth and said, “Suck it now. Your mouth is making me unbelievably horny.” William inserted a couple of more inches and stopped.
"Watch the teeth, Pete. Cover them with your lips. I suppose mine is the first dick you’ve ever sucked, but that’s no excuse. If you bite me again, I’ll pull out and won’t let you suck it anymore.”
That threat made me concentrate as if my life depended on it. I had to keep my teeth away from his meat. No way did I want to be denied giving my first blow job. My lips stayed out of harm’s way as he pushed slowly until all 7 inches disappeared into my mouth.
His thick pubic hair — this was long before men trimmed or shaved their crotches — tickled my nose. All I can say is his whole package tasted amazing.
William pulled his dick out of my mouth and used his fingers to squeeze the head. A large drop of white dew appeared on his piss slit.
“Are you ready for my precum? Try it. You’ll get an idea what my whole load tastes like.”
I was on my knees, meeting the destiny I had only dreamed about, servicing my No. 1 fantasy. His drop of pearl jam made me lust for bigger things.
It was time to face a truth I had avoided throughout my teen years. There was no longer any doubt I was a cocksucker. I knew it and William knew it.
I unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out, threaded it through the fly of my boxers. But I didn’t jerk it because I would have shot in a milli-second.
William was totally into getting blown, holding the back of my head in place, pushing his dick all the way in and out again, making moaning sounds as enough precum seeped out that I easily tasted his flavor. I wondered how many times he had gotten his cock sucked. Did his girlfriends do it or did he let other guys suck him off? I resolved to practice on a cucumber in my bedroom. I wanted to be excellent at sucking dick in the hope that William would let me do it again and again.
Apparently, I was already pretty good. “Pete, I gather you’ve done this before.”
I nodded no.
“No? That means you’re just a natural-born cocksucker," and he sneered. "Show me how good you are.”
I was burning with excitement. My mind shut out all thoughts except draining him and getting his load inside me.
William arched his back, his body spasmed and he let out a purring sound and whispered, "Ready or not, here I cum.” And warm liquid filled my mouth.
"Jeezus, fuck, I shot in your mouth, Pete. That felt fucking fantastic.”
It felt pretty good on my end, too. William’s cum was sweet with just a touch of saltiness. It was thick and plentiful as a young man's cum should be.
William left his dick inside and said, “Don’t let any spill. You are going to swallow all of it. I am going to check your mouth and make sure my cum is in your belly.
He needn’t have instructed me. No way would I spill any of his precious juice. I let it slide down my throat and opened wide so that he could see it was swallowed.
I pulled on my dick, which needed only a couple of jerks before I unloaded onto the floor. It was the best orgasm of my life.
William was pleased. "You seem to love the taste of my cum," Pete. "You swallowed every drop. My girlfriends would never do that.”
Their loss, I thought to myself.
“You love my cum, right, Pete?”
While I was hesitant to humble myself by showing all my cards, I mumbled a “Yes, William, I love it.”
“What did you love about it, Pete?” he pressed me.
I obliged in a louder voice, “I love the taste, William, and the warmth and how it filled my mouth. It was different from anything I ever tasted.”
Post-orgasm, William had turned back into the conceited bully I knew. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face upward.
"Tell me how much you love eating my cum."
"I love eating your cum, William, what more can I say?"
“Awright! he gushed like a drunk frat boy bragging about his sexual prowess at a party. You’re going to be eating it on a regular basis now that I've christened your mouth. You're very lucky, ya know. A lot of guys at this school would kill to suck me off and eat my cum."
I felt very lucky indeed. So lucky that I was ready for another load, although I had to get back to cramming for my exam. I wondered which other guys in this school would have killed to suck his dick. I decided to wait for another time to ask him.
I pulled up my pants and felt the wet cum I had shot on my boxers hit my balls.
He spoke again. “Pete, before I forget. You do know that you are now my personal cocksucker.”
Even though I would have sucked him off whenever he wanted, I felt embarrassed at being labeled something that definitive and remained silent.
He twisted my nose.
“You know that, right? What are you, Pete? Say it.”
I overcame my reticence.
“I’m your personal cocksucker, William."
“Yes!” he exulted,
“Don’t make any plans tomorrow after school, Pete. Get your ass in this stall for another session. I won’t jerk off tonight so I’ll have a nice big load for you. And be ready to try some other stuff, too."
I didn’t know what he meant by “other stuff,” but I was eager to find out.
