tristantrotsky
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At school I was a quiet academic loner, something of an awkward skinny misfit, who was a natural target for older bullies, which was quite distressing. Until one of the guys who’d previously been one of my tormentors intercepted me in the woods on my way home, and began talking in a more conciliatory manner. He was saying ‘we could be friends.’ And I nodded, warily. He was saying ‘I could be your protector.’ And again I nodded. Then he said ‘if you do something for me?’ I was getting a little spooked by now. ‘I know what you do with your friend John’ he said, unfastening his pants, ‘you know about sucking cock?’ I nodded, and felt a little scared. It was obvious what he was offering. He was standing with his back up against a tree, his pants shoved down to his knees, his cock jutting out – already erect, intimidatingly large, darkly pigmented and I catch its muskiness, it was demanding my response. I have a choice. Do this, or remain the target for bullies. So I hesitantly squat down, resigned to what I have to do. I take his cock into my mouth and suck him. The more I use my mouth on him the more he starts making excited breathy noises, I was scared someone would hear. He’s no longer the swaggering bully, but squirming and bucking in my control as I suck. The spunk-in-the-mouth bit being the natural climax. It never seemed unpleasant in any way to me. I’d never spit it out, it seems so ill-mannered, almost like a rejection of his most personal gift. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve as I draw back. He was grinning. And he was as good as his word. The bullying stopped. He became my protector. All I had to do was suck him off every now and then. He had a nice big circumcised cock, larger than mine, with more bushy pubic hair, and I was soon enjoying what I had to do. We’d meet at some point every day, sometimes in the woods, or in a cubicle in the school toilets, and a couple of times in his bedroom at home, and I’d contentedly suck his cock, knowing that every mouthful of spunk was keeping me safe. On a couple of occasions when he failed to appear, I got scared that I’d lose his protection, and deliberately sought him out, smiled at him, and asked if I could suck his cock. He generously allowed me to. On a couple of occasions it amused him to get me to suck his cock while two of his friends watched, laughing, taunting and teasing. And twice he induced me to suck off one of his friends too, while he watched. Again, under his protection, I was content to do it. The situation lasted for a full year. I got more confident, and learned to enjoy his cock, the heady excitement of making him cum, and the taste of his spunk. It only finished when he graduated, and then I missed the sex very much. Maybe that established a later pattern? By giving oral sex to guys I was buying friendship, protection, warmth…? That’s for the psychologists to decide. But by then I was already set on the path to becoming a cocksucker.
