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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was so comfortable being fucked that halfway through the fourth guy doing it to me, I nodded off; in fact, I didn't even feel him when he stuck it in and had giggled to hear and feel how squishy my behind was at this point. I nodded off, lulled into a short nap and didn't snap out of it until I heard him yell, "I'm gonna shoot!"

Guys five, six, and seven took their own sweet time doing it to me and even though I knew the guys were talking, I had tuned out everything other than the dick sliding in and out of my ass. It was very hot in the abandoned building and before guy number eight took his turn with me, I got up to get some much needed water... and when I stood up, with my legs wobbly, it felt weird to feel all the stuff that had been shot into me oozing out and running down my legs. After gulping down a lot of water, I laid back down and waited for number eight to stick it in and do it to me.

You might think that it took a very long time for all nine of them to fuck me... but it really didn't even though, to me, it seemed like hours when, after sneaking a peek at my trusty Timex, it had only been a half an hour or so; guys five, six, and seven took a whole four or five minutes doing it to me but, again, it felt like took much longer. When guy number nine took his place and stuck it in, I was tired and sweaty; thanks to some of the guys sucking my dick before sticking it in me, I had shot my stuff a few times and my body was really feeling achy from lying down and having them on top of me.

The last guy shot his stuff and I was glad that he was the last one... but I also knew it was going to be a long time before everyone got the train pulled on them. I was stiff and almost got a cramp in my leg trying to stand up but I managed it, went over to the sink, and spent quite a bit of time washing my butt and legs to get rid of all the evidence my friends had shot into me.

Then got at the back of the line to await my turn to do it to the next guy, which was the first guy who did it to me.

Let's see... when we got started, it was just after 9am and we finished pulling a train on each other somewhere around 11 or so; we'd all had a turn fucking and being fucked and we were right back to where we started... with me. We actually spent a few minutes deciding on whether or not we wanted to keep going and part of me was all for it but most of me was hoping that we didn't. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was to go home and take a nap and I think, today, that if it hadn't been for the fact that we'd worn each other out so much, the train would have kept going.

It wasn't until I had gotten dressed and we were on our way out so we could get home for lunch that I realized how sore my butt was and my butt still felt kinda squishy because you can't wash Vaseline off easily with cold water. We all got back where we met and just in time to hear parents yelling for us to come in for lunch - and I was starving. My mom had made me a "Dagwood" sandwich - maybe you're old enough to know about the comic reference - and I couldn't wait to sit down and dive right into it, well, until I actually sat down.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]That's what we used to call it when a bunch of guys got together to have sex with one person; it's called a gang bang these days and my first experience being in a train was with the same nine guys who, a week or so before, I spent a lot of time sucking their dicks and swallowing their loads. We'd thought that doing that would be great fun for one and all - and it was... if not a bit messy for me.

So when get got together that day, we all agreed that it would be even more fun to pull a train on each other and everyone would take a turn being fucked by everyone else until all ten of us had been fucked. This time, I didn't volunteer to go first; we stuck our feet into a circle and played a picking game and, well, I got picked first. I wasn't unhappy about it but since I'd had sex with all of those guys before, it was gonna be nice... or I was hoping it would be.

We had picked the hideout that still had running water and because we used this one a lot, we had gathered up a few mattresses to keep from doing things on the bare floor and while we got things together, one guy ran home and came back with a big jar of Vaseline and we teased him about what would happen when his parents found out it was missing. With the jokes and stuff aside, we all got undressed and the first guy came over to where I was lying and we sucked each other for a few before he said, "I wanna do it with you on your back!"

I hated being on my back... and he knew it and as he got into position to stick it in me, I also knew he didn't really like doing it like that and was only doing it because knew I didn't like it. He got between my legs, lifted them up and pushed his dick right in me; the Vaseline made everything so slick that he went in really fast and (1) made me feel like I had to throw up and (2) made it feel like his dick was in my stomach.

It didn't take him long to shoot his stuff in me, moaning and groaning with the sex noises that I found very funny. He pulled out, took a moment to give my soft dick a good suck, then moved aside so the next guy could do it to me. He wanted me on my stomach and when I felt his dick sliding in me, I sighed happily. [/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I'd run into guys who'd brag that no one was able to deep throat them... and then I'd do it, sometimes quickly, sometimes nice and slow; I'd look up at them to see the look of disbelief on their face as inch after inch would disappear into my mouth and throat until my nose would be pressed up against their pubic bone. Sometimes that would make a guy cum right away and it would get a guy "begging" me to do it again and again - and sometimes I did, sometimes I didn't.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]One guy started an argument with me because I wouldn't take him deep and told me that I was supposed to do what he wanted to make him happy... and it really pissed me off and made me say, "Is that what you think? You really believe I'm doing this just to make you happy?" He got really pissed because after hearing him say that, I refused to finish sucking his dick - I just got up and walked away and never looked back even when he was saying he was sorry and all that. I stayed pissed behind that for a couple of weeks but all that meant was that I was still learning a whole lot about sucking dick and how guys behave when they have their dick in my mouth.

My greatest challenge was deep throating the guy with 13" of dick... and the riskiest thing I'd done. By that time I understood some stuff about sucking dick and how dangerous it could be to have a guy too deep in my throat. That guy hadn't asked me to go deep on him - I just couldn't resist the challenge his stupidly long - but skinny - dick presented. I just kept at him, taking more of him in every time my head moved down until, some very long and difficult minutes later, I felt my nose pressing against his pubic bone. One part of me was howling with delight but a bigger part of me was pitching one hell of a bitch because I couldn't breathe and my attempts to take all of him down had made my throat quite sore. And I still had to do it again just to prove to myself that the first time wasn't a fluke.

To say he was impressed was an understatement and, hell, I was impressed with myself! I, on the other hand, wasn't impressed with him at all as a cock sucker; he'd barely gotten the head of my dick in his mouth before he started huffing and gagging... but my ego was laughing at him because I could do that to him "easier" than he could do anything to me.

I was finding, as time went on, that I'd get to suck a lot of dick... because I could deep throat a dick. Eight, nine, even ten inches meant nothing to me at this point because I had learned and mastered the things that had to be done in order to swallow down all of a guy's dick. The one thing I learned was that while it was nice and even impressive to make a big dick disappear, it was still much more pleasurable when the guy didn't have a garden hose between his legs: Smaller dicks are just much easier to take down deep.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It didn't take long for almost all of us to learn this new trick and those who couldn't do it, well, it wasn't because they didn't try. Every time I sucked a guy's dick, I tried to make it all disappear but, again, with more, ah, mature dicks, yeah, wasn't happening but I'd try just the same. The downside was my jaw muscles would ache something fierce and sometimes my mouth and throat would get rubbed "raw" trying to do the disappearing trick and making me wonder if there was something I was missing since, um, some of those more mature dicks weren't "all that big" or thick and I felt that I should be able to do it.

If my attempts to do the disappearing trick did anything, it got my jaw muscles used to being stretched wide. One day, after running an errand, I was sucking a man's dick as part of my payment for running the errand and I was practicing the disappearing trick on him and I guess it got his attention because he said, "You gotta relax if you're trying to do what I think you're trying to do. Just relax your throat and keep breathing through your nose!"

I gave it a try... and while I didn't make his dick disappear, I was able to get more of it in my mouth and keep it there when he shot his stuff. Later - and while giving my jaws and face a much needed break, I realized that the part I was missing was the relaxing part and saw that every time I was sucking a dick, I wasn't really relaxed while doing it but, then again, sucking a guy's dick was so exciting that it was hard to relax and I'd later find out that when a guy was fucking my mouth like it was a pussy, being able to relax - and stay relaxed the whole time - wasn't all that easy to do especially when they had long and fat dicks.

I had to learn to not panic when a guy with a huge dick head was in my mouth and it got far enough in my mouth and throat that it felt like it was getting stuck and, man, that was hard to ignore and while some guys didn't care if it was bothering me, some guys would admonish me by saying, "Never try to take more than you're able to; you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that!"

A good piece of advice. I was driven to be good at sucking dick and as I had been learning, if I could suck down all of a guy's dick, the more they liked what I was doing and the more they liked it, sometimes, the faster they'd cum... but I'd also learned the hard way that unless I wanted a guy's cum to wind up coming out of my nose or almost choking on it, when he was gonna cum, just back the hell off and make it easier for me to swallow it.

By the time I was 17, there weren't too many dicks I couldn't take all the way down... but there were also a lot of dicks I just couldn't do that to. I'd seen "Deep Throat" and Linda Lovelace's performance inspired me to keep working at taking longer/fatter dicks all the way down... and I found myself sucking a lot of dicks before being able to take them deep became second nature to me. A lot of guys were impressed that I could do that and many of them told me that it made them happy that I could do something women either wouldn't or couldn't do.

The first time a guy told me that I sucked dick better than any girl who ever sucked him, I was so over the moon and proud of myself it wasn't funny. But I still learned some hard lessons about this; I didn't like it when a guy grabbed my head and forced it down until I had all of his dick and then started fucking my mouth. It was much easier for me to deep throat a guy if (1) I did it without his help and (2) if he just stayed still and let me deep throat him... but not all of the guys I sucked were of a mind to make this easy for me to do.

I learned that it was just one of those things I was going to have to get used to and I had to resist the urge to take a swing at a guy who was making me go deep on him by holding my head down... and sometimes, that didn't work well at all and I'd have to stop and tell him, "Don't do that - just let me suck your dick, damn it!"

I could deep throat guys who where seven to eight inches when hard and while it got me a lot of props from them, when they'd suck me, I felt... contempt for them because they couldn't take me deep and some of them would be gagging and making that funny "I'm gonna throw up" sound and not even having half of my dick in their mouth. But I had to realize that just because I could do it didn't mean anyone could do it; I also realized that while it was nice when someone could deep throat me, the fact that they were sucking my dick and taking my cum was more important and, as such, it didn't matter to me if they could take me deep or not; if they could, I was very appreciative but if not, it was no big deal.

It was more important for me to be able to do it. It was a challenge to be able to do it and I'd learned a long time ago that not taking on the challenge, well, it wasn't as much fun. I'd learned that if a guy wanted me to deep throat him, I didn't have to if I didn't want to and when I didn't, yeah, sometimes, we'd have a conversation about it and some of them weren't what I'd call nice or civil. I'd deep throat any guy... but when I wanted to and not because he wanted me to... and he sure as fuck wasn't going to make me do it and I made it a point to let guys know that before anything happened and warn them that if they force me to take them deep, there was a good chance they'd wind up getting hurt. The good thing was a lot of guys took that to heart; it was okay for them to put their hands on my head but they knew not to press down on my head and to just let me do what I knew how to do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I couldn't wait to show my friends this new thing I had learned. When all of us were able to shoot the stuff, we'd all back off of whatever dick we had in our mouth until only the head was in because it made it easier to taste and swallow each other's stuff and I'd have to say that it was more instinct than anything else... but, oh, boy - did I have something to show them!

About an hour after this amazing learning experience with the "older" boy, I found one of my friends and excitedly asked him if I could suck his dick because I wanted to show him something I had just found out. He agreed and we went to a hideout and once there, I practically "attacked" him because I just couldn't wait for him to take his time getting his dick out and more so when, by chance, he was one of the four of us who had bigger dicks and sucking him always made my jaw ache. I started sucking him and he's moaning and all that; I'm doing that breathing through my nose thing and after taking as deep of a breath as I could, planted my face right into his crotch.

"Oh, shit!" my friend cursed. I felt his dick immediately swell and start shooting his stuff into my mouth - and I didn't move my head at all. It wasn't [I]that[/I] easy to keep all of his dick in my mouth and swallow his stuff but it was kind of easier since he didn't shoot as much stuff as the "older" guy had. I was looking up at him the whole time and watching all kinds of looks happening on his face and I was liking what I was seeing. It wasn't that I had never made him shoot his stuff into my mouth and swallow it before... but I'd never done it like [I]this[/I].

When he stopped shooting, he just laid there with a look on his face that even today I couldn't describe all that well. He was shocked, amazed, maybe even confused... but I was smiling like an idiot.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"Something Eddie showed me!" I said. We both knew Eddie, of course, which made my friend's eyes get even bigger since we - and most of us - knew how big Eddie's dick was.

"You did that to him?" he asked.

"Yup!" I said; I was so giddy that I couldn't stand still.

"Can you do it again?"

"Let's see!" I said, dropping back down alongside him and sucking on his dick until he got good and hard again and, minutes later - and with all of his dick in my mouth, he shot his stuff again.

"Oh, man... you gotta show me how to do that!" he said.

It took him some time to get the hang of it - he only barfed once and then just a little - but I got to feel the thrill of shooting my stuff into someone's mouth with all of my dick in there.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Before I even knew it was a thing, one of my biggest thrills was being able to put my whole mouth around my friends' dicks when sucking them. It not only felt good but the reaction I'd get from them was often... funny; their eyes would get big, their mouth would drop open and the first time I did it with this one particular guy, he was laughing and giggling and saying, "You made it disappear!"

Sucking bigger and, let's say, more mature dicks and making them disappear into my mouth was, at first, impossible; just too much length, girth, or both and even sucking on them the best I could would make my whole face hurt. The owners of those larger dicks wouldn't try to put more dick into my mouth than I could handle and, yeah, the first time I "bit off more than I could chew," I gagged and barfed... pretty embarrassing. The guy I was sucking, who was 16 - I was 10 - didn't make a fuss about it; he just waited for me to get my act back together, rinse my mouth out, and asked if I could continue. I was leery but his dick was still hard and there was no way I wasn't going to suck him so he could shoot his stuff in my mouth so I just nodded, took some deep breathes, and went back to sucking him.

I kept trying to take a little more of him but my gag reflex was working overtime; he put his hand on my head to stop me and I looked up at him and he said, "Breathe through your nose, not your mouth." So I tried to do what he said and found that I could take a little more of his dick, which was about six inches, into my mouth... and it was thrilling. I was paying more attention to breathing only through my nose, which was proving to not be as easy but I was getting better at it; I'm sucking his dick, going deeper and deeper every time I shoved my face forward; I remember stopping for a moment to swallow and to give my jaws a much needed break and when I started sucking him again, as I moved down on his dick, he flexed his hips...

And my nose "smashed" into his sparse pubic hair. Something inside of me was losing it's mind because I had made his dick disappear! I pulled back and did it again... and again; he must've liked it because he kept telling me to do it again until I took all of him in, felt his dick swelling in my mouth and before I could even think about moving back, he shot his stuff into my mouth with my face fairly plastered to his crotch.

I couldn't breathe and his stuff was filling my mouth up in a hurry. I'm trying to do a lot of things at the same time - trying to breathe through my nose and swallow at the same time and I was in a near panic... but managed to breathe and swallow what I could. In retrospect - and I mean after he pulled his dick out of my mouth, I realized that I could have pulled back but since I didn't, well, I just learned something that I felt was very important. The guy praised me for being able to take all of his dick in my mouth and even said that he thought I was gonna throw up again or maybe pass out - and he wasn't wrong about that - but right before he went to suck my dick he said, "If you keep practicing that, you'll be able to do it without having a problem!"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I knew I must have been doing a good job sucking his dick because he'd stopped sucking me; he was cussing, telling me how good it was and fucking into my mouth; I had been holding onto his dick and let go of it so he could easily fuck my mouth while keeping up the suction and licking. He pulled back until only the head was in my mouth, fucking the head into my mouth quickly before shoving almost all of his dick in; I felt his dick swelling my mouth and heard him saying over and over, "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"

Then he came... and there was a lot of it. I would have, normally, backed off until just the head was in my mouth to make it easier to swallow his cum but he had more than half of his dick in my mouth, making me "hustle" to swallow his load and not really tasting it so much. I could feel his dick easing up from the wild pumping it was doing and it was beginning to go soft but I kept sucking him to get every drop of his cum and being careful to stay away from the head of his dick.

I gasped - moaned, really - when I felt him take my dick into his mouth, his teeth scraping across my knob for a moment and started sucking me again; I felt my body automatically start fucking into his mouth and felt him grab my ass to make me do it faster and deeper. I let his now-soft dick fall from my mouth so I could do some cussing of my own and with a rather loud, "Oh, shit!" I came in his mouth, my dick pulsing like crazy and not even caring that he was having a slight problem swallowing my spunk.

I laid down next to him after he let go of me; we're both gasping like fish out of water with sweat pouring off of us big time. He was the first one to be able to speak and he said, "I knew it would be good! I knew it!"

"Yeah, it was really good," I agreed. "I guess we both should be glad that you called me a cock sucker, huh?"
If he could have blushed and it could have been seen, I was sure he did.

"I'm still sorry I said that," he said. "I was mad because you beat me real bad... but, um, I was trying to tell you something, too."

"Why didn't you just say it?" I asked. "The worst that could have happened was that I might have said no... not that I would have."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I am a cock sucker and it took you saying it to really make me realize that I am and, besides, I wouldn't have said no because I really do love sucking dick," I said - and I was very much okay with accepting the reality of what I knew myself to be.

We laid there talking about a lot of nothing before we were both ready to do it again, this time lying side by side and kinda taking it nice and slow and I was, more than any other time, really reveling in being the cock sucker he "said" I was yesterday. We finished up and, checking my watch, saw that it was time for me to head home so my mom could give me any instructions she had before she left for work. I felt good walking home with two loads of sperm in my belly and even more after accepting the reality that I was a cock sucker.

And to re-confirm it, as soon as my mom left for work, I went right to sucking my brother's dick because I wanted to and I could and knew he needed to be sucked... because I was a cock sucker and proud to be one.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I blinked and looked to see the friend I had given an resounding defeat to playing Monopoly and I immediately got ready to fight and he saw it and said, "I don't wanna fight you. I was looking for you to apologize for getting mad and calling you a cock sucker, okay?"

"But I am a cock sucker," I said - and I'll be damned if I knew why I said it. It just came out of my mouth all by itself and, even stranger, I was totally calm about it.

"You are?" he asked - after he picked his jaw up off the ground. "For real?"

"Yeah, for real," I said as he sat down next to me. "I probably need to apologize for getting you in trouble with your parents, don't I?"

"Forget that! You really suck dick?" he asked.

"I said that I did," I said. "It not that big of a deal; a lot of guys suck dick."

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it - and before you ask, no; I'm not a faggot."

"Damn... you go both ways?" he asked and the way he did made me really look at him. He had this look on his face like he'd just found $100 lying on the sidewalk.

I just looked at him without confirming or denying anything; my brain was still trying to figure out why I had said what I did and I felt so disconnected from myself that it took me almost a minute to realize that he had said, "Um, I like to suck dick, too - you're not gonna tell anyone are you?"

"Huh?" I asked once his words settled into my brain; did he just say what I think he said?

He didn't respond to my "huh" and an awkward silence descended onto us. I'm all in my head, still trying to find out why I told him my secret while trying to process what he'd just said and it was like my mind was stuck in some kind of loop that didn't make any sense to me.

"Hey, um, look, um, you wanna come over so we can, um, so we can suck each other's dick?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, snapping back into the here and now.

"I wanna suck your dick," he said quietly. "Matter of fact, I've been wanting to suck your dick ever since we met."

"Oh," I said, mentally slapping myself for such stupid responses. "Well, okay, if you really want to, I'm down with it."

As we made our way to his place - he'd already confirmed there would be no one there - I was thinking about the irony of going to suck a guy's dick who had, the other day, called me a cock sucker... and now discovering that he was one, too. It was weird processing all of this and trying to pay attention to him telling me how he became a cock sucker and how scared he was to let anyone else know - the usual stuff that was common among guys who liked having sex with other guys.

I should have felt very excited to suck his dick... because it was a dick. I was but at the same time I kinda wasn't and all because my brain was too busy trying to make sense of the realization of being a cock sucker; I even almost missed him asking me if I swallowed cum or spit it out or some other thing he mentioned that I just wasn't paying attention to. We get to his place and go straight to his bedroom; he's breaking some kind of record getting out of his clothes and I'm undressing as well but I'm still distracted by my thoughts and just operating on autopilot.

"Wow, that's a nice dick," he said, once again snapping me out of my thoughts; I looked at him, blinked, then looked down at his dick, which was already hard and, wow - his dick was pretty big!

"Thanks," I said - and feeling silly saying it. "Yours ain't bad either!"

We stood there looking at each other and I felt even more stupid because it took me a minute to realize that we were waiting on each other to get this started. I heard myself say, "Oh, yeah, right...," took him by the hand and led him to his bed; he laid down on his back and I got into position over him so we could do it together. I opened my mouth, gave his knob a couple of licks and started sucking him and like we'd been doing it all along. My mind shut itself off and paid attention to the fact that he had to be a good eight inches long and went to work on him. He's beneath me and sucking my dick like his whole life depended on it and everything else just faded into the background until the only thing left was his dick in my mouth and his on mine.

Except this one thing that kept going on in my head: Cock sucker. Yeah, me - I'm a cock sucker. That part of me was having fun taking him deep, sucking on his spongy knob and letting my tongue do whatever it wanted to do; I was becoming more aware of how he was sucking me and kinda laughing a little to myself whenever he tried to take me deep and as I was easily doing to him... and it was making him gag but he was hanging in there and doing to me what I was doing to him. If I backed off and sucked/licked the head of his dick, he did the same thing to me; I'd go deep and hold him there and, well, he tried to duplicate it but wasn't that successful since my dick was just as long (and fatter) than his.

Yeah, I'm a cock sucker... and a better cock sucker than he is. A warm wave of... pride or ego swept over me as I started sucking him with a purpose; I wanted to make him cum; I wanted to taste it and swallow it all down... because I was a cock sucker and that's what cock suckers do.[/SIZE][/FONT]