I am hesitant to post this, as it is my personal story. I am sure I have embellished some parts, though this part is as true as I can remember. As usual, the names have been obscured. This is not about porn, it is about experiences... though I do still get quite hot writing about it... and, well, there IS some porn.

It is necessary that I say this all happened among consenting adults. Any inference otherwise is purely your own interpretation. I hope you enjoy.

When I was about eleven my parents sent me away to boarding school. It was an Episcopal school named St, Johns that went from seventh through ninth grades. I was in seventh grade and though my brother had gone away to school, I had never been away from home on my own before. I had actually pushed to go to prep school because of my brother, but that is another story. Of course, we had taken a trip up there to see the place and meet the Headmaster, as well as some of the teachers, so I already had a basic feel for the layout and what to expect in terms of schedule and classes. What I was not so prepared for, was the social aspects...

The very first night there was a “party” in one of the rooms that a bunch of the returning boys, some of them “Juniors” and “Seniors,” which is to say seventh and eighth graders. This was a Junior High and so the designation at the time was Freshman, Junior, and Senior for that school. Some of the boys knew each other because they were from the same city and were all from well-to-do families that ran in the same circles. The party was really just about nine or ten guys in a room with red and black lights, music from Woodstock and some of them were smoking a cigarette while leaning out the window. These rooms were really small and had two beds against one wall with built-in side tables, and a built-in closet with drawers and desks for studying on each side, that made up the opposite wall. The window was on the opposite wall of the room from the door, which opened onto a long hall of doors.

It was kind of crowded and these guys were all funning with each other. I was the new and small blond boy of the group, probably the youngest there and certainly the smallest except for one other tough looking boy who was shorter but built. I have never been “built” and I was always been kind of thin with light blond hair, a bit on the long side, with bangs. I guess I thought they invited me in to give the new guy a break. I was laying on one of the beds with this guy who had a magazine with girls in it and he kept looking at it and saying things like, “Wow, she’s really stacked!... here, look at that!” He would show it around to those close but kept ahold of it. I noticed he was rubbing himself from time to time, and I was fascinated with that. I kept looking at the book, then down at his crotch and then away. The music was loud and the room was kind of smokey it seemed to me, then I saw some incense burning. I thought this was really cool that they were getting away with this.

The guy with the book was leaning against the headboard with a friend sitting next to him and I was down towards the end of the bed propped up on my elbows, leaning up towards him to look at the book. There were several guys just standing around talking and a group on the other bed, who were passing something around. This guy with the magazine kept pushing at my shoulder to get me to look while he rubbed his dick and held out the mag. I scooted a bit closer so that I was all but leaning on his thigh in the middle of the bed. The other guys were just talking and watching, and still passing something around that looked like a bag they were drinking out of. I didn’t know anyone’s name yet and the whole thing was really confusing, yet exciting for me, with the dark room lit by red lights, a black light with brightly colored posters, a cigarette being passed around and something in a bag. I had been smoking some with Scott, but this was exciting and risky more than anything I had seen before.

The guy with the mag took a hit off the cigarette and passed it to me, “Here, suck on this and show us how cool you are,” he said, so I took a drag and didn’t cough, and I thought they were impressed. I passed it on to someone else and then he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me over to look at the mag again. He rubbed his pants, then undid his belt and unbuttoned the top button while I was looking at it. I looked at his crotch again and saw he had a boner, which made my own little dick rise in my pants. He said, “You like that, yeah?” and passed the mag to one of his pals. I was looking at his dick, but I looked up when he said that. He then grabbed my head and pushed me down to his crotch. I pulled up, surprised and wide-eyed. The guys around us laughed kind of low and chuckling and he said, “Yeah, you like that,” then pushed my head down again, rubbing his dick against my face, through his loosened pants. He let go and I looked at the other guys who were looking over the book and rubbing their own dicks through their pants. When I looked back, he had unzipped his pants and pulled his dick the rest of the way out. It was suddenly rather warm and crowded, with several guys sitting around us on the bed, not really looking at us per se, but not ignoring us either. He grabbed me and pulled my head towards his dick again, while I resisted weakly. I was very excited, and I thought I smelled mint on his dick, so I really, really wanted to taste it, but I was afraid of being in a room full of guys I didn’t know. He kept pulling at me and I kept resisting slightly, but not too much so that I could feel his dick against my face and lips, then he grabbed the mag again and started stroking himself. I looked up at him around the mag and confessed softly, “I think I like being forced like that...” because I was so excited and hard, and I really wanted him to make me taste his dick.

Well, that was all it took. He passed the mag back and grabbed my head and pulled me down onto his dick. I had my nose buried in his mint scented bush and I inhaled deeply, somewhat surprised but also to breathe in his aroma. His dick throbbed against my cheek, so I turned and opened my mouth. Laying there in the middle of this bed, surrounded by a room full of guys I didn’t know, I began to suck on his short chubby cock. Somebody said, “Damn, I’m next,” and someone else said, “I need some of that.” The guy I was sucking said, “He likes to be forced,” and he pulled me off of him and turned me around where I saw another dick pointing at my face. He shoved it at me and I opened up and started to suck him too, then all hell broke loose...

“Let’s take him out to the field,” I heard someone say, “We need to get him out of this room,” someone else said. “We don’t want a counselor to find us,” said another as several hands grabbed me by the arms and lifted me up. Before I knew it, there was a mob of boys dragging me outside into the dark and through some bushes. They took me to a field, which was just on the other side of some trees and bushes from the dorm. All I could see were legs and bodies in the dark, backlit through the trees from a distant floodlight by the dorm. I kept hearing whispers to be quiet and then I heard zippers and them saying things like, “Me first,” “Take him like a weak little girl...” and “I’m gonna shoot my cum all over him!”

There must have been about five or six dicks pushed into my mouth, one after another, for several minutes as I half-lay, half-knelt in the grass, being held down by a mob of boys. I was so hard in my pants and I was so scared and trembling... I just licked and sucked at whatever was put in my face. One would pull out and another would push in, then someone would moan and I would feel something dropping onto my head, my back or my shoulders, like big rain drops or squirted catsup, only with the tinny-tangy scent of cum instead. One guy shoved his long thin dick at me, filling my mouth all the way to my throat. I had never had anyone that long and deep, so I choked a little. Suddenly, as he pulled back some, my mouth filled up with liquid and I didn’t know what to do... it was warm and a little salty, but kind of nice even if it was a big surprise! I didn’t want to spill whatever it was all down my front, so I swallowed and swallowed... and swallowed some more as he pushed in and out of my mouth. He stopped squirting, pulled out and I saw someone else jacking off in front of me, then more of the same stuff just squirted all over my face and chest. Someone else stuck a dick in my face and I opened up while he pushed it in... After about ten or fifteen minutes, the guys who had started all this had moved off and disappeared into the darkness.

I had never even seen someone cum before, not like that! All I had seen were little drops off the end of Scott’s dick... this was something else. I didn’t even really know what all that was... and I didn’t really know how to suck a dick - I just kind of opened up as far as I could and licked and relaxed as much as possible. The last couple of guys were whispering something about they had to get back, that they didn’t want to get caught out after curfew. I was still sucking at someone’s dick when he suddenly pulled out with a big spurt, and another guy said, “Shh... I heard something...” then they just left me there in the grass, all alone with this wet stuff all over my hair and shirt and face. There was even some of it on my arms and wet spots all over my pants.

I had this wonderful after-taste in my mouth, though, and I was still very hard and trembling and excited about it all. I felt violated, but I felt wanted... I felt dirty and used, yet I somehow felt liked, maybe even loved. I knew they would probably want to have me around now, that they would want to do that kind of stuff again. It seemed like I had passed some kind of test, but I didn’t know what kind of test is was...

The next day, someone said in the hall, “Have a good time, Blo-boi? ” I didn’t understand, so I just nodded and smiled and walked on. Someone else said, “Hi Blo-boi! ” and after about the third or fourth time, I realized I had a new nickname: Blo-boi. Of course, at the time I just though it was “Blow Boy” and that it wasn’t a big deal until I asked someone. Then I knew... it was teasing and not an endearment. I was crushed, and I railed against it for awhile, but it stuck and there was nothing I could do. Besides, it was really kind of true - I was a Blow Boy, or a Blo-boi, either way, no matter how you spell it I liked sucking dicks, and I knew that now... I really rather liked being a Blo-boi.

A couple of evenings later I met Higgins. He was tall, older, and a Junior. He had brown hair and he was really nice. He seemed to genuinely like me. He helped me at dinner and defended me some with the other boys who were cruel and teasing a lot. We often had free time in the evenings after dinner but before study hour, so Higgins and I hung out and wandered around the field and the paths by the dorm.

We saw a couple of guys headed our direction and I said something like, “Oh, here they come again... ” and Higgins said, “Let’s ditch ‘em! ” So we ran around the corner of the dorm and Higgins suddenly dropped to his knees and pointed under a deck. The dorm was a long building, that housed most of the kids. There were apartments on the ends, though; four of them on each end. That was where a few of the teachers lived. This was a fairly new building and the apartments had decks on them, including a stair for outside access. So Higgins and I scrambled under this deck and hid. The deck was pretty close to the ground, and there were bushed around it, so we couldn’t be easily seen, but we could see out through the bushes. The boys just walked on by without seeing us.

As we hid there quietly, we whispered a bit about the boys all calling me Blo-boi and Higgins said, “You know it’s okay if you like that, I mean, not the name, but like doing that. ” I just kind of nodded wide-eyed and smiled a little then looked at his crotch. He said, “I like that sometimes, too, having someone blow me like that... ” and he smiled and undid his belt and pants button.

I kept looking at his pants and I saw he had a big bulge in there and I just stared at it. I licked my lips and said, “I know, yeah, I kind of do like to do that sometimes... ”

He said, “Would you like to see mine? ” I nodded again and breathlessly whispered, “Yeah... ”

He said, “It’s pretty big. I’ll bet you haven’t seen one this big before, ” as he started unzipping his pants. I could see he was right and said, “It looks like it... ” as he slipped his pants part-way down his hip, I just trailed off in amazement.

His cock was huge! It was pushing up his white Jockey shorts, filling them up to bursting. I had never seen anything like it before. So far, all I could really see, though, was the head of his dick and how full his underwear was with it bulging and snaking around in an arch to the right. He said, “You can touch it, ” I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but there was no one in sight. It was also starting to get darker, but there was some light from a porch-light filtering down through the boards. I reached over and stroked his dick - it was so big in my hand! It felt like a fire-hose, it was so thick. He said, “Take it out, ” so I reached under the band of his underwear and felt along his shaft. He arched his back and pulled his pants down a little more, then pushed his underwear band down under his balls, revealing his full length. He was nearly as long as my forearm, it seemed - well, up to my wrist anyway. I stroked it the way I liked mine stroked, with a gentle open grip that caressed the skin, barely touching, but he was so big it was hard to get my fingers all the way around effectively. He showed me another way then and coached me on gripping his shaft and moving the skin up and down along it. I had never done that before because my little dick was too small to grip with my palm, like his.

He said, “There is not enough room under here, I think it is dark enough to go out into the corn field. ” I helped him put his dick back in his pants and we scrambled out from under the deck. There was a corn field across the driveway, which ran along that end of the dorm. We ran across the road and into the tall corn. We walked a way out and looked around for a place that was a bit wider and had some room to turn around. I could hear some other kids in there around us, but no one seemed close. I sat down in the dirt and looked up at him, thinking he was going to sit down.

Higgins undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles, then pulled down his underwear. He moved in front of me in all his glory. He was very big, but out like this, it didn’t seem as unmanageable as I had at first thought. He was about ten inches and maybe two and a half wide. He was circumcised (Up to this point, that was all I had ever seen, so I didn’t really think about it at the time), and had a very nice mushroom head, with a particularly deep and wide slit leading up to a generous hole, already filled with pre-cum. I raised up to my knees and he said, “Lick it, ” so I did...

I was suddenly in heaven! The tang of his pre-cum flipped a switch in my head that jump-started my little dickie into upright attention. I caressed the sides of his cock and opened my lips, sliding his head into my mouth. He cringed a little and said, “Wider, open wider... don’t bite it. ” I did as he told me, and he continued to give me directions. “Careful with your teeth... that’s better, keep open wide... yeah, suck on it, don’t bite it... you know, keep a suction on it, but don’t let your teeth come down... that’s it... ” I could only get a couple if inches in my mouth, so I had to alternate stroking his long hard cock, giving my aching jaw a rest, with sucking and listening to his directions.

He was a great coach and kept up an ongoing dialogue of critique that helped me refine how I gave him pleasure... and after all, that was the point. My pleasure was in giving him pleasure, that’s all I ever really wanted to do for any of them – give them pleasure. I started stroking his shaft as I sucked his head, going down as far as I could until I gagged and then back out, and down again... stroking, jacking, sucking, in and out and in and out... It wasn’t long and he said, “I’m gonna cum! ” and he over-filled my mouth with his hot liquid, spilling down my chin while I swallowed and swallowed as fast as I could. He was very happy and said we would have to do more of this to practice and make sure I got it right. I just looked up at him and nodded yes, wiping his warm cum from my lips...

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