Birth of a Cocksucker: Chapter 5, Looking back!

Growing up in the late 1970's, it became apparent to me early on that I had an appeal in some way to older men. It seems starting at a 18, dirty old men where mesmurized by my clear white complexion, long brown Beiber-esqe hair and big brown eyes. Also, when I look back I have a good idea now that my little round butt had something to do with it as well. It felt as if I was always getting the "kindly" pat on the ass from strange men. Many times with their hand lingering longer than what I would consider now to be appropriate for anything other than trying to get a good feel.Oddly enough I suppose, I never felt any discomfort with them doing this. There were even some bold enough to reach up between my legs from behind and give my cock a quick sneeky rub.

This was a regular occurance I again became quite comfortable with, sometimes even searching it out. But it all became increasinly intersting and I will admit at times in the begining somewhat scary.

My induction into Pig-dom began just days after my 18th birthday, when I was taken by an older gentleman and his male friend who were mentoring me through a local program for teens w/o Dad's, on a weekend life altering journy. My mentor, in his late 40's, had been very kind to me to that point. Having taken me to sporting events, museums, etc. This trip was to be to a local island resort, which would include the beach and "other" activiites.

Once we arrived at the beachhouse, my mentor had rented for us for the weekend, it instantly became quite obvious why me, a cute mostly innocent, 18 yo kid, who was here with two, 40 something gentlemen. We each went to seprate rooms to change for what I thought meant we were going to the beach. When we all returned to the living room, I had a tight red 70's style bathing suit on with no shirt, while each of the men were standing in front of me wearing, well....nothing.

Of course out of immediate curiousity, before even uttering a single word, my eyes locked right on the massive cocks that were sticking straight out from between their legs. My goodness they were huge. It goes without saying that they were both rockhard when I entered the room, and both cocks began to twitch and bob as I qawked at them.

My heart was fluttering in excitement, but my mind was confused. However unfamilar, only seeing nude men in the locker room, I knew I really liked what I was looking at. Still being a virgin, of course I had no idea what to do next. Was this normal? Was I suppose to have not worn a bathing suit? Should I be scared? What? Who? How? I was frozen, not so much in fear, because I trusted my mentor, but more so out of, What do I do next?

Needless to say, I didn't have to wait long to have many of my questions answered. My mentor, who by the way was named Dwight, and who was a handsome, and very big, well fit, black man, explained that I wouldn't need a bathing suit, nor would I need clothes for the remainder of the weekend. He told me that this was a "man's weekend", and when just men hung out in this fashion, they didn't wear clothes. Pointing out the obvious, he made mention of how intersted I seemed in the two giant penis' I was unable to take my eyes off. Funny, he actually had to ask me three times to please look him in the eye while he was speaking to me, that it was inpolite to stare at his penis while he was speaking to me. I was so emabarassed.

At that point Dwight felt it important for the three of us to sit down on the sofa in the living room so they could explain in more detail what was expected of me when they are on a man's weekend. First he said, I would need to remove my swim suit. Strangly enough, I did just that without any reservation. Again I trusted and loved Dwight, so I was quite comfortable doing anything he asked of me. He was a kind man.

Once I dropped my shorts, I did cover up my average size cock, embarassed of course because it was just a fragment of what the other two cocks in the room where. Again, my kind comforting mentor explained that my penis was just fine, and actually quite large. In hindsight I know he was just trying to make me comfortable.

Anyhow, both Dwight and his friend who's name was Blake, and who also was black, each made their way to the coach, and left a space between them for me to sit. Still a little nervous, confused, and just plain in awe of the cocks on the two men, I tiptoed on over and squeezed my smooth little round white bottom down between these two rather large, but well fit, black gentlemen. The giggles began after Blake's Oreo cookie refrence, commenting humorously about big chocolate outsides with a little cream in the middle. This really began to put me at ease. These guys were great, and so kind to be sure that I was comforatble.

After explaining the "normal custom" of being at ease with touching each others penis', they exhibited to me how this was done by quite aggressively grabbing and stroking each others enormous black cocks. As I sat there between the two men, while they reached across my smooth white body, stroking each others penis', my internal excitement and anticipation for what they were going to ask of me, if anything, was answered. After a few minutes, they stopped stroking each other and asked if I would like to take over for them. "Ummmmm", is all I could say. I of course meant to say, "YES!!!". My nerves gave me a bit of a stutter, which the guys thought was cute.

I did manage to say yes, and then got into a quandry over what and who to stroke first. This issue was obviously dealt with quite easily through common sense. After my saying, "Um, well who shall I touch, or um, stroke, um first. There are two of you and only one me?" Hardy loud laughs burst out between the two men. I cringed a little fearing I had said something incredibly stupid. But, as they noticed my embarassment, they realized I was honestly confused, and stopped their laughing and once again became thier kind and thoughtfull selves, with Dwight, an accountant, asking, "OK, let's make it a math question.

If you have two hands, and we each have one penis, how would you be able to stroke both of our penis' at the same time?" Duhhh, "OK, I get it now." I said. "Stupid me, I am sitting between you." as I spoke I began to use my hands as I should have intially realized, "This hand I use to grab and stroke Blake's penis.", as I do this I am overwhelmed again now by the girth of Blake's cock. My hand able to wrap halfway around it. "Then I reach over with this hand, and, at the same time as I do with Blake's, I start to stroke your penis Dwight." There I am an innocent, happy, 18 yo, white boy, sitting between two 40 something handsome and kind, black men, while stroking, (in very good rythym I may add), two very large, and very hard, black cocks.

Now, and in total amazement, of not only what I was doing, but the overwhelming effect it was having on both Dwight and Blake, as was evident on their faces, and by the wramth and increased stiffness of thier cocks, I commented to them, "Oh boy, Wow, this is just like skiing!", to which they each seemed to leave the trance they were in and began to once again burst out laughing. This time I laughed right along with them.

I kept up my furious and slightly tiring pace of stroking these two huge cocks. Eventually they were going to begin ejaculating, as Dr. Jones, my HS health teacher said, or as many of my friends from school called it, "shooting cum". I decided to ask what it was that I should do when this happens. Dwight said, "Not to worry. We will take it from there. When we are ready to ejaculate, we will let you know and all you need to do is prepare yourself for your initiation into your first weekend with the men." I of course asked, "What is it I need to do before then to prepare myself?" Blake said, "Get on your knees on the floor in front of us and you shall be initiated.". "Umm, ok?" I said a little sarcasticly.

Dwight again being so kind, picked up on my confusion and said, "Two things you must do, keep your eyes closed and your mouth open. We will be initiating you by shooting our sperm", as he called it, "all over your face and body." I loved and trusted Dwight, so when it came time I did just as he asked. Once they each said, "I'm ready to cum!", almost in stereo, I obliged and dropped to my knees. Now here is the innocent virgin 18 yo white boy, on his knees,in front of two giant men, eyes closed....mouth openned...just as I was told. Within a few seconds the two kind and handsome black men began to shoot ropes and ropes of sperm, cum, ejaculate, whatever you choose to call it, all over my face, in my mouth, and even dumping big globs of it in my long brwon hair.

However, I did make one mistake, well at least one of the things they had told me to do, I didn't. Halfway through the onslaught of cum hitting my face, entering my mouth, and sticking in my hair, my curiosity got the best of me and I had to see what was going on and openned my eyes. Wow, all I could see were these two absolutely beautiful cocks shooting load after load right at me. That was until the new fresh shots of cum, combined with the massive volume of sperm that was already on my face, began to fill up my big brown eyes. OMG, everything became a big creamy white haze, and my eyes began to burn terribly. Through it all I acted like a man and didn't rub, whipe or complain about the sperm in my eyes. In fact I kept them open until the guys were done, because I heard Blake say how awesome it looked.

I wanted more than anything first to prove to Dwight and Blake that I was "one of the guys", and secondly and just as important, I wanted them to be comfortable with not only doing it to me again. But, teaching me more fun things during our guys weekend. Yes, it's simple to see...I WAS HOOKED!!

THE END