I had moved back to my hometown years ago, but I kept a low profile on my sexual activities. I would meet men at an ABS or go to their place out of town. There wasn't much interest it seemed in my little town of having some little slut boy suckin on your cock.

I started putting profiles on likely places to meet men who wanted their cock sucked but didn't put up any pictures for couple of years. Then I got braver and put up a few pictures with my eyes blacked out & then I finally just put up the real deal.

Usually after a while of inactivity on a new site I would forget about it and move on to something that would get me some cock. Even though it was a small town the local guys that I found didn't seem to know me or my family or at least didn't let on until one day that I got an email in an old hotmail account I rarely check.

The subject of the email was "Hey Cocksucker LoL" and I didn't recognize the email. Excited that an old site might actually pay off & get me a sweet cock to suck I opened the email.

'Ha ha Dave's a cocksucker', the message read.

I tried to remember if I had used my real name on that site which had been some kind of swinger site. I didn't think they even let you say what you r real info was on there so you would have to use the site to communicate. Besides most people send you emails to the effect of looking for blowjob or whatever & don't call you by name.

The message continued, 'So that's why you didn't have any girlfriend's in high school. I knew there was something up, but I didn't think you were a queer. I'm staying at the Best Western. Reply to this email so I can tell you what room to go to. I might even let you suck a cock. If you don't come I'll tell everyone what I saw. I saved your blowjob pic off the site for everyone to see.'

He signed the email. I'll call him Joe cuz i'm not allowed to call him by his real name.

I had often times fantasized about people from my school finding out that I was a cocksucker, but now that it was a real possibility I was overwhelmed with shame and was afraid everyone I looked at would know my secret. If I went & did what he said would he even keep his mouth shut? Maybe he would just use whatever it was he wanted me to do to make me look even worse. I thought of my old friends now knowing that I service men's cocks. That I spend a lot of my free time looking for it & begging guys to let me.

I looked myself up on the swinger site that he had sent the message from. There was me with a cock deep in my throat. I read my profile.

'I'm a bi guy and I really love kneel & sucking cock. The more I get the sooner it seems to be till i crave another one. I like being called names & being humiliated.'

'I can take a cock deep in my throat , but I need more practice at getting throat fucked. I luv the taste of precum & my favorite part is when my mouth is filling up with shot after shot of cum. I like when the load just pops into my mouth & i can feel it hit the power is so good.'

The worst part of it was that it was that while I could see my profile, I had used up my free time & I couldn't log in to even cancel my account or take any of that down. I was on that site forever.

I looked back at the email trying to find a way out, but I knew I had to email him. Plus, the sentence, I might even let you suck a cock had me stretching my pants. My face was beet red i was so embarrassed as I typed my reply.

'hi Joe. please tell me where to go to meet you and please be discreet. i'll do what you ask.'

A reply came back quickly

'If you wanted to be discreet you little fag you wouldn't have put your picture all over the net. I'm in room ### come over now and bring your kneepads.'

I got ready & went to the car, trying to talk myself out of going out there. The motel was only a couple miles down the road and the closer I got the more I kept asking myself. Am I really going through with this? Maybe I could just deny it was me and avoid people or something. I pulled into the parking lot & looked up at the room. I actually put the car in reverse to pull out and go home, but then the curtain pulled back & he was looking out at me smiling.

I resigned myself to my fate & went up to the hotel room. He opened the door and could obviously sense my discomfort. He was enjoying himself.

'Kneel over there by the bed.', he said in an offhand way.

I thought that maybe he was going to want me to suck him right there. That way I could just get lost in lusty thrusts of his cock in my mouth and get lost in the rhythm of his cock hitting my throat.

I knelt and looked over at his crotch. I couldn't even look him in the eye.

'ok Now first you are going to tell me what other sites that you have profiles on. You better show them all to me and not hold back and you are not allowed to cancel any of the accounts or there will be trouble.'

He brought out a laptop & told me to start logging in & gave me a pad to right down my login info. There were a couple places I really didn't want to show him. Sites where I had gone all out with stories like these of my exploits, with pictures and videos things I couldn't possibly deny.

But, He had me. I started logging into all the places I could remember. At the time my main blog site had just been started, but I still had quite a few shorter stories that were more like updates. Hey this guy came over & fucked my face or I met this guy at a hotel & he shot his load on my tongue. Bad enough. I started with that one since it was the best proof that I was a cocksucker and I wanted to get it out of the way.

Joe looked at the site while I started writing down other ones that I remembered. He read my blog entries and I think he started to get a little hard in his pants because he shifted his legs so I wouldn't be able to look at his crotch.

'These really happened?', He asked.

I nodded that they had happened mostly the way that they were written.

He seemed to really like the story of the guy holding my head down on his cock for 10 seconds at a time and cummin down my throat. I had the same pic of the cock shoved down my throat on the story as in my profile on the swinger site. Thinking he might be interested in the same deep action and I might get him on my side more I made him an offer.

'Would you like me to take a cock deep like that?' I asked trying to look at his crotch and still not really able to look him in the eye.

'Oh yeah', He said.

He turned, reached in his pocket, pulled out a cell phone and started dialing.

'Wait please don't tell', I pleaded.

He simply put up one finger and started to talk into the phone.

'Yeah, hey its me. Guess what? He came over. Showed me a bunch of gay stuff too here check it out.', he said

He started telling the person on the other end of the phone my blog site & I blanched. All I could do is stare at the floor. I wanted to snatch the phone out of his hand and stop him but I couldn't move.

'Yeah , Yeah I told you its really gay stuff. what a fag. You comin over? Yeah OK see you in a few.' He hung up and looked over.

'Your the one who wants to take a cock deep. Why should we let you?', he teased, 'beg me and maybe you can.'

I thought about it. I did want to and maybe..

'OK now say your name & then start begging me', he said hurriedly, 'Cmon! Now Quick!'

I said my name & then I started begging him,'Please sir can I suck your cock? I'll take it deep and make you cum real good. Please sir I want to feel your cum in my mouth so bad.

'Nah just wait and kneel', He said, taking my tablet with the list of sites on it.

I knelt there for what seemed an hour but was really only like 5 minutes or so and I heard a truck pull up and footsteps approach the door.

A man entered that I didn't really recognize. I think he was a farm boy from our school who I didn't really hang out with but I wasn't sure. I'll call him Steve. He was bigger and more husky than Joe who was about 5'8 170. He didn't even look in my direction.

'Hey man listen to this,' Joe said, picking up his phone.

In a few seconds I heard my voice saying my name and then begging Joe to let me suck him and eat his cum. He had been recording it and I didn't even know it. I flushed as Steve looked over at me and laughed.

'Wow a pretty sick puppy', Steve said, 'You let him?'

'Nah. He does look pretty good at it though you see his pics?', Joe asked.

'Oh I don't know I just came over," Steve said turning towards me, "Fuck it might as well"

He walked right in front of me, towering over my kneeling figure. I looked up into his eyes shyly. They looked pretty bloodshot. He was drunk or stoned or something.

'Well. Get to work boy.' he said.

I came to in a snap at his request and looked at his pouch. His cock ws starting to grow in his jeans so I quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He smelled like work, like cars and grease, but when I pulled his pants open I was hit with a strong sweaty smell that overpowered me. He wore no underwear and staring at me was a semi-hard cock about 5 inches already.

I inched towards his cock opening my mouth and licked the tip of his cockhead with my tongue. He tasted salty and musky but not bad. I caressed the head of his sweet cock and could feel him growing to full length and hardness.

I licked the underside of his helmet and took it inside my mouth, just the top working my head back and forth in a circle. licking him the whole time.

He grabbed me by the hair on the top and pulled my head back so I had no choice but to look up at him.

'You ready to be a real cocksucker?', he asked in a way that told me the answer was yes and that I was going to be a real cocksucker. I kind of thought I already was since I had sucked quite a few cocks up to this point, but I was soon to find out what he meant.

He pushed me down the length of his shaft slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go.

'Ok boy lay up there on the bed like on the edge, and don't take my cock out of your mouth for anything.', he said.

I had a hard time maneuvering myself on the bed with his cock in my mouth, but it was a pleasure to obey him and I managed eventually. My arm dangled off the side of the bed and he stood beside it cock balls deep in my mouth. My head was turned sideways and bent slightly back.

He started thrusting slowly. First pulling out to until only the head was in my mouth and then slowly pushing deep. I would give a little gag as he entered my throat each time.

'Relax now', He ordered, 'When I pull back you make sure you lick my cockhead good. Open your throat and be ready to take it when I go deep. Your mouth is a pussy now.'

I did as he told making sure to treat his glans to a good tongue washing on every thrust and accepting him as he went deep. I gagged less as he got into a slow rhythm and I was in heaven watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth.

Then he sped up.

I was used to the slow strokes and I tried to keep up. I could massage his head on the back strokes pretty good but I was starting to gag again & sometimes heavily. He grabbed my head with more force and started pushing even harder into my mouth. I was taking him so deep my nose would mash closed on his thigh. Pumping and pumping I started to worry I might get sick and soon it was too much for me.

I gagged hard. He shoved his cock deep and held it there. It felt like my eyes were going to bug out of my head. I couldn't breathe I could feel panic setting in and then he would pull back. relieved at the rest I would breathe in but he would slam back into me. Too hard. this time I could feel the puke coming up I gagged over and over. When he pulled out this time I knew I was going to be sick. Evidently so did he, because instead of getting sick on the floor he had pulled the garbage can in front of my face. I relieved my self of whatever I had for dinner and tried to catch my breath, thinking that it would be over.

Then he grabbed me again, this time by the ear and the back of my neck and pushed himself back in. I retched uncontrollably but he kept going. My throat really didn't hurt it was just my body didn't trust this foreign object invading no matter how much I enjoyed it with my mind.

This went on for a while. My face was covered in throat slime or precum or whatever. Eventually my reflexes started to get tired or used to it or something and I started to take his long strokes with only a little moan.

'Now you like that boy don't you?', He smiled above.

I whimpered approvingly and tried to nod. i think he had slowed at least it felt like it, but at the same time I don't think that he did. he seemed to have been fuckin my mouth for a long time. his breaths would get heavy but still he hadn't cum.

'OK now your ready. Move in on the bed a little.', He ordered.

I obeyed moving to the middle of the bed. He got a pillow and pushed it under my back so my head hung off almost upside down. He knelt up by my head and pushed his cock in. At first it was long slow strokes. When he was deep his balls would cover my nose, making it harder to breathe. I thought he would start pounding my mouth like he did, but he stayed with a long swaying gentle rhythm. My throat now accepted every stroke and I grasped his butt to steady myself on the pillow.

'Fags will let you do anything', he said evidently to Joe who was somewhere in the room, 'Here watch this. Want a break little pussy boy?'

He pulled his cock out and slapped the helmet on my forehead and then my nose then my chin. His balls were above my mouth now and I licked at them and tried to suck them but he kept moving forward, smacking his cockhead off my throat.

Then he sat.

I had noticed that I could see his ass but I really didn't catch on until too late. I was still licking trying to taste his salty balls when his asshole descended upon my tongue. This was really not something that I was into at all, but for some reason I didn't stop licking him.

'Anything at all', he laughed, 'yeah boy lick that ass.'

I kind of came to and got grossed out and stopped but he urged me on and I wanted to please him so I kept licking. It did taste pretty bad at first but eventually I got used to it.

He must have been jacking off, because after about a minute of that he said Oh that's it and spun around shoving his cock back in my mouth. He held my hair and pumped my head in short fast strokes basically just working the head of his cock. I wrapped my lips and sucked his head as hard as I could flicking my tongue all over.

'Oh yeah take it faggot', he exclaimed and filled my mouth with shot after shot of hot cum. the taste got me so horny but I was relieved as well for this session was really a workout.

'I shoot a lot for a second time don't I?', he asked winking at me.

I guess that's why he took so long to cum. I thought of my old boss years ago who told me that if I was going to go see a hooker to jack off first so she would have to work for her money. I had seen them on the corners looking dirty and needy, probably for drugs. Now I was laying there. The Whore. Except I wasn't taking money to be nasty I was doing it because that was what I was made for.

I looked numbly up at Joe, the one who I actually knew from high school. Gone were worries that he would tell. Even though he probably would. It was his turn and he was just standing there.

I barely had energy to move but I pulled my self up and rolled off onto the floor, crawling over to him. It was like I was on auto pilot. I got to his feet and looked up pleadingly. I licked my lips. the cum taste was still there. I realized that my face was still covered and wet. It must look shiny.

I reached up and grabbed the button of his pants. I undid it and felt his cock with the back of my hand. It was moving, growing. He looked down at me saying nothing, just staring. It was as if we were in a dream. I'm not sure if he really wanted me to suck him but I pulled out his cock anyways. He was about average size. I ran my hand up and down his shaft and he grew hard. Then I put him in my mouth and started to bob my head.

He didn't take any initiative at all just stood there letting me take him in my mouth. I didn't go deep just worked the head and first part of the shaft slowly. My mouth was so slippery from all the work before that his cock just glided in and out of my mouth.

From time to time I would pull out tongue on the tip and pull back watching the string of cummy juice tying together his sweet cockhead and my tongue. Then it would be back to work.

I caught myself moaning in rhythm to my strokes. Little feminine sounds. I started taking him deep anyways even with a sore throat. I knew he needed it. Soon I felt his cock jump in my mouth and I knew I was to get my treat. I pulled back so his cock head rested on my tongue and flicked the underside of his cock, sucking his head, kneading his balls softly.

He let out a single breath, almost a sigh of relief, and shot his sweet cum on my tongue. Steve's had been more sour had more of an edge, but Joe's was sweet and creamy and salty almost like a big huge wad of precum. I was in heaven. He shot a few times and looked down as if realizing what had just happened and pulled out and zipped up quickly.

I knelt a while and then I was so tired I lay at the foot of the bed on the floor. Before long Steve got up & basically pushed me out the door. I asked if they were gonna tell. Steve just smiled and Joe just sat there not really saying anything.

I drove home feeling very calm, like I had just done exactly what I was supposed to do. When I got home I went and checked my email. there was a message from Joe. A list of places to see my profiles and blog with a sound attachment. I could see that there were CC's to the email as well sent out to about 10 people. A couple of the addresses I thought I might recognize. The rest I had no idea. Maybe they were real emails, maybe they went to junk boxes, I'm not sure.

All I know is when I see someone I knew in high school now I have this feeling in my gut. Do they know? If its a guy I kind of want to ask if he would let me suck him. I haven't had the guts to ask yet. 