Chapter 2

Steve complained, “I’m starting to lose my hard on girls.”

In response, Alison pressed on my neck to guarantee a real good contact between his furry nutsack and my face.

Then together she and Steve moved his hips so my lips would slide from his gross balls to the base of his beast. They kept sliding my lips along its length and away from his balls. The result was that it brought the tip closer and closer.

Eventually I watched the purple crown approach. It was a mere inch away when Becky said, “Go the other way. Guys like it when you go up and down a few times before sucking.”

“She’s right.” Alison agreed. “And you should kiss the sides too.” How could she be so on board with this?

It was a relief for his cockhead to be sliding away from my lips. I told myself that with it getting farther away it would be no big deal to kiss the side. It was already touching me anyway.

When I gave it that first kiss Becky told me I did a good job, and Alison stroked my neck lovingly. After that it was easy to rain kisses all up and down the side of his cock as it slid back and forth several times. Steve even sorta complimented me when my wet tongue ventured out to make first contact, saying I was a great sissy.

Steve’s hand brushed my hair and came to rest on the back of my head, “Keep doing what you’re doing. You’re doing a great job and your lips are real soft.”

That’s the kind of compliment I would give to a girl – telling her that her lips were soft. He was fucking treating me like a girl!

Alison moved over so her pink glossy lips were touching my ear and she whispered, “You look hot with your mouth on a cock. You’re making me wet.” I always love making her wet and knowing that made it just a little easier.

Then she upped the ante. It was gliding along my lips for maybe the fifth time and Alison said, “I’m sure the kissing is nice and all, but don’t you think a beautiful cock like his deserves to be licked before it’s sucked?”

Steve kept sliding but I decided licking the side was way better than sucking the end. And she did say “before it was sucked” meaning if I were licking it I wouldn’t be sucking it. I would take any opportunity to put that off. Best of all he might even cum that way and shoot his load on the floor.

He slid it on my tongue a few times from root to the end of the shaft, but then one fateful time the pointed end approached me and he kept pulling back, the next thing I knew I was kissing the side of his taut crown. The texture changed from silky to rubbery. It was amazingly big, like the size of a small clementine. It hadn’t looked that big when I was standing.

Steve instructed me to kiss all around the flared mushroom. I needed to move from the side to the front to accomplish this task. But as long as I wasn’t on the slit I felt alright. It wasn’t sucking unless the end actually went inside.

Alison brought her hand back to my face. She was still whispering in my ear, “I’ve had my hand in my pants, honey. I just couldn’t help myself – I needed to touch myself seeing you like this.” Sure enough, her fingers exuded the essence of pussy and it turned me on to no end.

Steve placed his other hand on my head then roughly shoved the leaky tip of his dick between my lips. I held my teeth clenched shut so it didn’t go in far at all. I made a new rule for myself too – if the head didn’t actually go past your teeth it wasn’t sucking.

He growled in a deep low voice, “That’s right you dirty cocksucker, this is the official beginning.” Apparently he didn’t agree with my definition.

Becky hopped and clapped, “Oh, it’s official!”

Alison whispered more encouragements, “You did it, Baby!” Then with her one smelly hand she tugged on my chin gently, and with her other, she stroked my cock which was just reawakening due to the fragrance of pussy, and now grew fully hard again.

I was resigned, “Well, since I’ve already done it…” I responded by letting her pry my jaw open just a little.

Steve quickly saw his opportunity and jammed the whole head in there. It really filled me up – and it was just the head!

I had a realization just then. Having a cock in your mouth was one thing. But they call it sucking for a reason – and if you’re not actually sucking…

Not seeing it my way and Parroting Steve, Alison said, “Yea you’re a filthy cocksucker now.” Only a second before she’d been so supportive and understanding. Now her tone changed and she was being insulting like Steve. I was glad she was whispering so no one else could hear her condescension.

Above me Becky had her fine body pressed against Steve’s. They were having a conversation about blowjobs, “Do you really mean it? If he takes you all the way you’ll stop bugging me?” I didn’t like the sound of that. To turn a phrase, Becky was obviously too motivated for my own good. There was an aire of impending doom in the atmosphere.

They started kissing and when little Becky’s hip touched my face I enjoyed her warmth, and wished it were her doing me instead. She was a pretty, though ditzy, girl and I would’ve taken it easy on her. I hoped their kissing would speed this along.

Alison was pulling harder on my neck now but talking at a normal volume so the couple could easily hear, “Let’s get this blowjob going, dicklicker! You can do more than just the head. I take more than that much all the time.”

I felt slightly competitive for a second. But then again, Alison had years of experience. No one could expect me to do as much since I’d never done it before.

“Yea,” Steve added, “You can take more. Even Becky goes half way.” I thought about Alison holding her fingers apart to show me what Becky had shown her. His cock was clearly bigger than Becky had indicated. I supposed I might be able to do better than the tiny Becky.

Now Becky was talking to Alison, “Do you think he can do it Aly? I really WANT him to take it all. Why don’t you help him?”

I pictured Alison helping me out. Together we would lick his giant cock, then gradually she would do more and more of the sucking and I would do less and less. She had BJ lips. It was what snared most guys. And it would be hot to see her lips on another guy’s rod for a change.

Alison looked up to Becky from her place on the floor with me, “Great idea Beck. I’ll give him a hand.”

But instead of helping me to blow this gargantuan cock she stood up, moving behind me. She placed both her hands on my head, so now I was being held firmly by four hands. This was the opposite of the kind of help I wanted. I had needed her help earlier to get out of this too, and neither time had she helped.

I felt so weak and alone now that I was the only one kneeling. Alison addressed Steve, “Bear, I bet if we work together we can get it all the way down in fifteen or twenty tries.”

He tightened his grip and adjusted his knees, “Sure, it’s a plan.”

I had been the one to tighten my hands so many times before – it drained all hope from me. And how could they conspire against me like that? To work together?

Fifteen or twenty tries sounded like an eternity. When inexperienced girls tried to deep throat me I never tried that many times. Would no one have pity on me?

Of course, when their pathetic boyfriends tried I just pushed. Still, few could do it all and I usually settled for just getting the head past the opening to a guy’s throat. Being vomited on is never fun.

Becky started a countdown, “One, two…”

On three Steve braced himself and Alison pushed. She’s not a strong girl but it didn’t take much. His cock rammed forward bluntly hitting the back of my throat.

I wanted so badly to get out of this but could think of nothing. Coughing and holding my throat I gathered my strength and they all had the united sense to allow me time.

Meanwhile, Steve cockslapped me until I stopped coughing.

When Becky started counting again I begged silently, hoping she would relent. But she had too much to gain.

On three, Alison pushed again. The massive cockhead tried to go down but my throat wouldn’t let it. Alison bent low again so only I could hear, “You’re a real trooper. You’ll get it yet.” Then standing up her alter ego announced for the benefit of the couple, “He’s a natural cocksucker. He’s knelt for smaller ones lots. Give it some time and we’ll be fucking him deep before you know it.”

Why was my girlfriend telling these strangers that I’d sucked cock lots of times? What if they believed it? And why wouldn’t they?

The next time Alison pushed, Steve pulled, and the spear went right past my gullet. The only thing that stopped it was my teeth catching on the widening base.

Steve complained. Becky sympatised with him. No one cared about my spluttering. But Alison berated me, “Come on cumslut. Everyone knows you gotta watch your teeth. You do better next time or I’m gonna kick your nuts.” What was she doing? She wouldn’t really hurt me, would she?

Then I caught on. She was talking the same way we did when we made fun of others. I never expected her to turn on me like this, even if it was our standard practice. I also never expected her to do more than throw insults. The threats and deception were new twists.