Hypnosissy: Chapter 7 - Glory Hole with Nerds

by silkstockingslover

Brian secretly sucks 8 nerds' cocks at gloryhole.

WARNING: PLEASE READ:

-This is a hypnosis story with potentially influential subliminal messages within it.

-The story also describes hypnosis video scenes.

-So if you begin behaving differently after reading this story and all your friends start pointing fingers, don't come crying to me: you've been warned.

Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea and the intriguing revelation that hypno sissy videos exist in the first place.

Note 2: Of course all participants are at least 18 years old.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing.

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I lay awake in Rose's bed... a good forty-five minutes after being ass fucked by a strap-on... hers... for the first time.

I couldn't sleep.

While forty-five minutes ago I was floating in the afterglow of an orgasm, following the intimate giving of my ass, plus the wonderful likelihood she was falling for me as well... I was completely in love with her... but now my thoughts were spinning with guilt, confusion, and existential questions about my manhood... while she was nestled into me in sweet slumber.

In just a couple of weeks I'd gone from the stud of the school, having fucked almost all the cheerleaders, in addition to the glee club President, three nerds from the debate club, a teacher, and even a friend's mom, plus a couple dozen other hotties, to becoming a cock sucker who'd already in that short time sucked over a dozen cocks, perhaps even two dozen, and had now been pegged just over an hour ago.

Whenever I was in communication with Rose, I had no will power; I had no balls. I'd become a complete pussy for her... and after tonight, that was even literally true.

I looked over at the... my?... sleeping redhaired beauty... she was an actual goddess!

And as I've already mentioned, I was in love with her, and I'd declared on a plethora of occasions I'd do anything for her, and had so far proven that in spades, yet now that I was no longer horny, my cock and my lust no longer controlling my actions, I couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold for me... bright and filled with sexual adventuring, or the dead end of becoming a social pariah?

I'd pondered as she'd drifted off to sleep in my arms, whether I could have it all, but now that I was thinking with the head on my shoulders instead of the one between my legs, I wasn't certain what that might even mean, what it might entail.

Rose had convinced me since the beginning of this surreal training she'd been orchestrating for me that I wasn't losing my masculinity while I explored my feminine side, but was becoming a better man... and whenever I was with her, and whenever she said it, it made perfect sense... yet as I pondered her words now, lying here sleepless, I was realizing how out of control my life had become.

At school there were a nerd, two teachers and a girl named Camry, who all knew I sucked cock... since, well, I'd sucked all their cocks... except for Camry's of course, since she didn't have one, she was the person Rose had sent to escort me to a secret glory hole at school where I'd sucked Coach's cock for the first time... and I'd sucked them all at school... with no shame... at least not at the time... just with undeniable lust.

Before Rose, I'd never even looked at another guy's dick, except casually in the locker room without any interest... but now I was interested in every guy's dick. Each one of them had the potential of quenching, at least for a while, my addiction to cock and cum.

Before Rose, I made fun of gays... I picked on them.

Before Rose, I knew who I was and where I was going... but now I had no idea.

Was I still straight? According to Rose I was... or at least I wasn't gay... since I still wanted to fuck her, and a couple times or so she'd even allowed me to do it. So I guess that made me bi... although my rationale was I didn't find men attractive at all, I just wanted their cocks. Cocks were beautiful... cocks were majestic... cocks were amazing! The men attached to them were just appendages who came along for the ride so they could humiliate me. Which if I'm being honest, was actually a plus.

Even as I thought about all this, I shook my head in consternation at these thoughts that BR (before Rose), would never have remotely entered my head. I'd been constantly on the hunt for pussy, and it always needed to be new pussy, since I'd gotten bored rather quickly with anyone I dated (for a generous definition of the word 'date').

Rose was the first girl who'd ever drawn me in and had cast the spell on me to turn me into this... this... I didn't even know what I was anymore.

Christ, I was even salaried as the designated cock sucker for a church, as ridiculous as that sounds, and an unpaid cock sucker for Rose's brother, and for the dad of one of my friends. Based on the growing number of people who knew I loved sucking dick, it was only a matter of time before the house of cards supporting my anonymity came tumbling down.

I still had half a year left of my senior year, and after being 'The Man' for the first half, I was now becoming something completely different. Something spiraling out of control. Something my father would be ashamed of. Something that at this moment, even with a beautiful woman asleep in my arms, I too was ashamed of.

I constantly craved cock.

I constantly craved the cum that could shoot from those cocks.

After the fact, I constantly felt guilty.

Yet before the fact, I constantly yearned for more... and more... and even more!

I was addicted in exactly the same way a drug addict is addicted... except the jury was still out on whether I was better or worse off because of my addiction... but either way, I was well along the road to leaving my former hotshot self completely behind.

As I felt my asshole still gaped while I attempted to fall asleep, I pondered whether I was truly willing to do absolutely anything for Rose... how many more lines would she expect me to cross? How many of them would I be willing to cross? When, if ever, would I regain control of my life?

Completely exhausted, I told myself in the morning I'd have to have a serious talk with Rose. It was time I made it clear to her I was the man in this relationship... even though most recently, she was the one who'd fucked me. I know, ironic.

.....

But the next morning I woke up in Rose's bed alone.

There was a note lying on Rose's pillow with a letter-sized manila envelope. (As in a plain brown wrapper?)

I picked up the note and read it.

Sexy:

I had to go.

Please lock up when you leave.

Inside the envelope are five videos, so you can take your training to the next plateau.

Rose

I sighed.

She wasn't here for the conversation we needed to have.... Although I wasn't certain I would have been brave enough to initiate it in any case.

The envelope contained another USB.

I got up, got dressed, and was surprised to find Eugene in the kitchen nursing a mug of coffee.

He asked, "Want a morning snack?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling it was high time for me to resist the 'snack' he was tempting me with; time for me to begin controlling my cravings.

"Rose said you were here, so I figured I might as well stick around for a face to fuck," he said, setting down his coffee mug.

"Look, your sister is my girlfriend," I pointed out, a status which last night had been confirmed by Rose herself.

"Yeah, yeah, but you're also still my cock sucker," he staked his claim, standing up and approaching me.

"I don't think we should do that anymore," I said, trying to be strong, or at least to appear so on the outside, even as my mouth began watering. Damn spineless salivary glands!

"We are not doing anything," he said, now standing almost nose to nose in front of me. "You are about to suck my dick."

Truth was, I was physically capable of breaking him in two. I was definitely twice his weight, even though I wasn't remotely chubby. I thought on a windy day he could blow away... yet at the moment, I was the one being blown away.

Blown away by his confident, smug behaviour.

Blown away by his... on the surface, unwarranted... aggressiveness.

Blown away by his nonchalantly pulling out his dick as if my resistance was totally inconsequential. By the way that only catching sight of his cock made my mouth water. Looking back up to his face, I wanted to punch his lights out. Looking back down to his dick, I wanted to drop to my knees and start sucking.

Fuck!

"We both know how much you want my dick," he said, as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed gently downwards.

Of course a skinny rail like he was could never push me to my knees if I wasn't willing to go there. Yet when he did press on my shoulders, it felt as if he were the strongest man in the world, and suddenly my knees couldn't support my weight as I dropped to them before him.

"There you go, Brian," he said, inexplicably confident. "Get those cock sucking lips around my big cock, jock."

Any real man would have pulverized this physically inept nerd for stepping so far out of line; before meeting Rose, I would have pulverized him. Yet SR (since Rose), instead I opened my mouth and welcomed his cock into it, as my lust for cock, my craving for cum, once again controlled me, overriding my masculinity.

"There you go, cock sucker," Eugene moaned in a smug tone of superiority.

And my cock hardened as I took his cock in my mouth, finding his name calling both humiliating and exciting.

As I began bobbing, I heard him begin speaking to someone else, "Hey Elmer, what's up?"

What was with nerds always having such nerdy names ever since birth? Did a mother take her newborn son to her breast while both she and the dad thought, 'Hey, let's make this child into a target for bullies for his entire life... let's call him Eugene?' Even the Eugene who starred in Disney's Tangled changed his name to Flynn so he could be cool. And Elmer? As in Elmer Fudd?

I pulled back for a moment and saw that he was on the phone. "Get back to sucking my dick, faggot," Eugene ordered, shoving his cock back in my mouth.

I still couldn't believe someone who was so bullied at school could find such confidence in himself, although I suppose it helped if a wildly popular jock was on his knees with his dick in his mouth.

"Yeah, another mouth has been added to my collection of cock sucking, cum swallowing faggots," Eugene said wickedly, as I helplessly bobbed on his cock... humiliation and lust battling inside me, my hard cock betraying me.

I wasn't physically helpless. If I decided to, I could stop doing this.

But then I realized that was wrong on both counts. I was indeed physically helpless, since I couldn't do anything to resist doing this; I was also incapable of deciding to stop... I simply had to have this cock in my mouth. Had to. In my heart, I wanted nothing else.

"Yeah, I'm certain he'll soon be sucking all of our cocks," Eugene said.

My eyes went wide at hearing that. He'd promised to keep this between the two of us.

"Don't worry, cock sucker," Eugene reassured me like he would a pet dog, obviously keeping an eye on me while I sucked him. "I won't out you. But I won't need to, since you're bound to out yourself before long."

I wondered what he could possibly mean by that. No way I would ever tell anyone I did this. It would be social suicide! It would be how I'd plummet from being king of the school to... fuck... I couldn't even fathom how far I'd fall.

"Yeah, I know. Eventually they all beg for permission to suck all eight of us," Eugene agreed.

As I listened, I couldn't help but wonder who 'they all' included. Jocks? Did other jocks suck cock too? Which other mouths were willing literally to suck up to this nerd herd? Who were the other six nerds besides Eugene and whoever Elmer was? Did they all have big cocks? Actually, eight cocks all at once sounded rather inviting, no matter what their size or who they were attached to.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll become a bottom bitch eventually," Eugene said. "They all do, and this one is by the far the most eager cock sucker of them all. All he needs is to catch sight of me, and he starts craving my cock, isn't that right, faggot?"

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and immediately I felt empty. I needed that cock back in my mouth. I had to have it!

I looked up at his smug smile, and I cringed.

I hated that he was right.

I caught sight of him. Therefore I wanted his dick. I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted to be bobbing on his cock. I wanted to swallow his cum. I wanted nothing except to be his cock sucker.

I'd already accidently outed myself to not one, but two teachers (Mr. Parker the counselor, and our auto mechanics teacher Mr. Watson), by demonstrating too much eagerness, which always kicked in during my lust for cock, when my brain shuts down except for my reptilian hind brain, and I become no more than an instinct-driven cum-craving cock sucker.

So I nodded in the affirmative.

Eugene slid his cock back into my mouth saying, "I figured the hungry cock sucker might out himself there, since you probably know his voice, but he only nodded yeah."

After another minute he said, "That's tonight. Maybe, let me ask."

"Do you want to join us for our Saturday night Lord of the Rings marathon?" Eugene asked, as I bobbed on his big cock.

He pulled his delicious cock out of my mouth for an answer, so I looked up and shook my head no.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded yes.

He slid his cock back into my mouth and reported, "He says no, but I'll text him the details anyway. But don't we already have a cock sucker lined up for tonight?"

Did they always have a cock sucker at their weekly gathering?

The idea was both unbelievable yet exciting... which just added to the deplorability of my life.

"Really? Shit, it's been a while since we haven't had a cum bucket," Eugene said. "I'll work on this faggot some more. I'm certain I can persuade him that he'd love to be our cock sucker for the night."

I wanted to refute that assumption, but I did have a mouthful of cock right now I was pretty happy about, and part of me did indeed want to be this nerdy octet's cock sucker for the night. I'd really enjoyed my Poker Night at Watson's, as well as my church initiation... yet this would be the outing of outings!

"Okay, see you tonight," Eugene said, as he hung up and told me point blank, "you're coming tonight." No question, just a bald statement of fact.

Before I could respond either way, he wrapped his hands around both sides of my head and began face fucking me... which so far was the only thing he'd done to me that was more humiliating than just being his cock sucker at all... face fucking me like I was some bitch in heat.

"Oh yes, you'll be servicing all eight of us tonight," Eugene assured me, as his balls bounced off my chin, and I focused on breathing through my nose.

"Yeah, eight big cocks fucking this face, one after another," he added.

"Then all of them coming in this mouth," he wrapped up my visual, as he really face fucked me.

"Get ready faggot," he then said, only a few seconds before his cum exploded into my mouth and flowed down my throat.

I can't explain why, but the feeling of a cock pulsing in my mouth, along with the anticipation of a load about to be ejaculated into me, was the ultimate rush... as big a rush as when a play authorized me to rush the quarterback, which meant more often than not I was about to bask in the glory of sacking him.

I lustfully swallowed every drop before shame resumed coursing through me. Then when he pulled out, Eugene told me, "We have a glory hole set up at Phil's house. Meaning nobody will know who you are. We'll all just use your mouth and deposit a load or two down your throat, before hurrying back to whichever of the three movies is running at the time."

"I don't think so," I said, which I realized wasn't an actual refusal.

"Oh, you say that now, but as the day continues you'll begin to fall... yet again... under the thrall of your craving, and then... yet again... you'll be unable to resist the thought of eight loaded cocks ready to give you everything you crave the most," he pontificated, looking down at me physically, and also looking down upon me literally, as the superior being he was.

"I don't think so," I repeated, again not exactly refusing, as I stood up, and now towered above him from my full linebacker stature.

Most nerds would be trembling in fear at this moment, but he just said, "Text me once you've decided you're attending."

"If that's the decision you're looking for, then I won't be texting you at all," I said, as he put his dick away.

"Sure, sure," he smirked, before turning away and leaving the kitchen.

I too headed out, pissed at him, pissed at my weakness, and even pissed at Rose for probably making this happen.

I went home once again, determined to resist my cravings, to resist tonight's temptation... and especially to man up into being an actual man, the one that had so naturally been me in the past.

Yet later in the afternoon, curiosity getting the better of me yet again, I slipped my newest USB into my computer, and saw there were seven new videos on it, numbered S1 to S7; 'S' no doubt standing for 'Sissification', or perhaps just 'Sissy'.

I sighed as my cock raged.

Fatalistically, I clicked on S1.

A blonde, a really hot blonde, was on her knees stroking a huge cock and saying into the camera, "You want to be me. You want to be sucking this juicy cock and extracting its creamy load."

She stopped speaking as she took it into her mouth, and in slow motion, deep throated the gloriously large, inviting cock.

She pulled back off after holding that cock tickling her tonsils for a few seconds, and reiterated, "Yes, you want to be exactly who I am. A sexy slut."

I wasn't certain what next she might be attempting to communicate with her mouth full, as she vocalised unintelligibly while resuming to suck the cock. And then every few seconds, a different pretty girl sucking cock was presented to me. Throughout this second section there was a phrase displayed continuously on the screen: This could be you.

By this time, I'd become so acclimatised to fixating on the cock in these scenes, I hardly noticed the girl sucking the cock... instead, I was transfixed only upon the glorious cock whichever girl was worshipping.

Cock after cock.

All of them big.

All of them hard.

All of them inviting.

The original blonde returned, this time on all fours in sexy lingerie, as a man stood behind her, and she said: "But of course to be me, you not only need to suck cock like you're already doing, but you must also be fucked by big cock. And since you don't have a proper cunt to be fucked in, you poor thing, I'm happy to show you exactly what you do need to do to reach the next plateau."

The screen then split into two: one side focused on her face, and the other focused on the massive cock slowly sliding into her ass. She moaned: "Oh yes, nothing feels better than a big cock fucking you, just like this. Don't you want to be fucked? To be a slut? To be like me?"

Then the video again changed every few seconds, with girl after girl getting ass fucked, while the same feminine voice delivered a different voiceover for each one.

A chubby redhead on all fours getting slammed, "To be fucked like a whore."

A schoolteacher bent over her desk, "To be screwed like the slut you were born to be."

A skinny blonde on her bed, her hands grabbing her ankles to hold her feet together next to her face, "To be pounded like a cheap bitch."

A brunette in a public bathroom stall riding a guy sitting on a toilet, reverse cowgirl, "To be slammed anytime, anyplace."

A Latina in a plastic kiddie pool filled with sloppy mud, and covered in that mud, getting drilled from behind, her huge mud-covered tits swaying every which way, "To be hammered like a dirty slut."

A nerdy girl with pigtails on a pool table being fucked by a well built black man, "To be plugged by a dominant man."

An older woman bent over the hood of a taxi getting fucked while traffic went past, "To be destroyed by cock."

A black woman being drilled from behind by a white man, "To be banged by a real man."

A cheerleader with the crotch of her pantyhose ripped away getting pounded, "To be shagged like the cum whore you desire to be."

A cute redhead in a ponytail, her hair being pulled while she was fucked "To be fucked... hammered... pounded... free to be the real you!"

The original blonde spokes-whore returned to the screen, now on her knees with a big cock being stroked in front of her, saying: "This is where you want to be. This is where you need to be. This is who you want to be."

And then right on cue, a massive load splattered her face as she looked directly into my face, I mean at the camera, and said: "And then you'll look just as good as a hot girl."

The scene then ended... it was a pretty short video... yet my cock was throbbing, and my mouth was instinctively watering.

I sighed.

Why did these videos turn me on so much?

Why did they always make me crave cock? And crave cum?

Why was I thinking... right now, at this very moment... about texting Eugene, so I could go and be the nerd herd's cock sucker?

I glanced at the clock. 8:30... and already quite dark.

Why was I grabbing my phone so urgently?

Why was I texting Eugene: Still need me?

Why was I staring at my phone with such excitement and frustration when I didn't receive an immediate response?

Why? Why? Why?

After a couple of minutes, feeling defeated, I set my phone down and was about to click on video S2, when my phone buzzed. I snatched it back up and saw Eugene's response: About time! Hurry the fuck up. I'll text you the address in a minute. Come in the side door garage, walk down the stairs, and there will be a pillow for you to kneel on (we are very generous cum donors) and a hole (of course).

I stared gratefully at his words.

My cock flinched, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was getting off my bed.

I was already in my car staring at my phone and muttering, "C'mon, c'mon," when I received the text with the address. Which address? None of your business... find your own damn address!

It was only two blocks away, so I climbed out of my car and walked there. As I got close, I got quite nervous. What the fuck was I doing? It was one thing to suck Eugene. It was an entirely different thing to deliberately go into a nerd's house to suck eight cocks... although eight wasn't my concern... no, eight cocks were very appealing... so many cocks and thus so much cum... no, those eight cocks being attached to eight nerds was the concern... eight nerdy guys who all attended my school... seven extra possibilities for me to be outed.

Yet, following a pattern of mine that was becoming an increasing concern, my lust for cock overruled my increased risk.

I reached the house, and looked furtively around before hurrying to the side of it, slipping into the garage and down the stairs... with just enough light to guide my way.

I knelt down on the pillow.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

I finally pulled out my phone and texted: Here.

Eugene responded a minute later: We knew that. Someone will come to you when he feels like depositing his load in your cock sucking mouth. Be patient, faggot. You will eventually get all the cum you can possibly desire.

The way he treated me like a slut... so dismissively... pissed me off, and yet turned me on.

Fuck... I really hated my inability to control my lust for cock.

Who could possibly believe a jock like me would be spending Saturday night in the basement of a nerd's house waiting impatiently but uncomplainingly to suck some dicks?

There were two other parties I'd been invited to, one I'd planned to go to originally... and maybe still would later on... but for now, I was just sitting on my knees waiting for a nerd to shove his cock through a hole so I could suck it.

Wally, a fellow linebacker, texted me: Where the fuck are you?

I was about to reply, having now been waiting for ten minutes, beginning to wonder if this was some prank, when without any warning, a fat cock popped through the hole.

"Get sucking," a voice ordered. I was relieved not to recognize it.

I leaned forward and took the fat cock into my mouth.

"Nice," the voice groaned, as I took all I could, the wall preventing me from taking all of it in.

In response, I let out a moan, and then wished I hadn't, since it made me sound even more pathetic than I'd already seemed... but once I had a cock in my mouth I became a cock sucker... a slut... where all I wanted was to suck... to extract cum... it was pathetic... but it was what I'd become.

"Shit, you really are a football player," the guy groaned, seeming to be in awe about it.

I didn't respond. Not a word. I needed to be a lot more careful here than I was at school. At least at school, even if the teachers knew I was the one sucking them, which at least a couple of them did, if they outed me, they'd also be outing themselves... and while I'd be shamed socially... probably even shunned... they'd be fired, and possibly arrested.

But these nerds weren't doing anything illegal... and they could easily use any knowledge of my identity to blackmail me, or at least to humiliate me... and yet... I still couldn't stop myself from sucking their cocks, only from going out of my way to identify myself.

"Get ready, jock," he said, just before his cock pulsed, spasmed, and filled my mouth with a big load of creamy cum.

I eagerly swallowed the first load. Once he was spent, he pulled out and said, "Thanks, jock."

I didn't reply, as my phone vibrated for the third time since I'd started sucking that cock.

I glanced at it. The last one was from Wally again: Seriously. Where the fuck are you?

I was about to check the other two messages, when another dick popped through the hole. This one was thin, but long and with an odd left curve. But whatever its description, certainly a higher priority than my attempting to manage my social life.

The guy didn't say a word, as I leaned forward and sucked his cock.

The curve was strange, and it made sucking his cock feel weird. I turned my head a little, seeking a less awkward angle as it curved into my mouth.

I bobbed for a couple of minutes, finding it a little odd not to be called names or talked to at all. The name calling always turned me on, even when it made no sense... which it usually didn't... and some dirty talk, or even the odd 'that feels good' or 'don't stop', helped me feel more confident in what I was doing.

But this guy didn't say a word. Not even a grunt or two.

Not even while he shot his load in my mouth.

And then once he was done, he simply pulled out and walked away.

I reached for my phone, and this time counted three unread texts. Two were from Mom asking where I was, since my car was still in the driveway. The other was from Camry, the only girl at school who knew I was a cock sucker. She texted: Are you coming to the Wilson party tonight? I have a mutual friend of Rose's with me, and I think you will like her.

I responded to Camry, knowing she was one of Rose's pets and not ever going to out me: Maybe later.

Camry responded: Why later instead of right away? R U out sucking dick? I still want that dick of yours filling my holes, and Rose says we have her permission.

My face flushed. I responded, not seeing any reason to avoid answering her question, since she'd already rubbed my cock while I sucked a guidance counselor's at school: Guilty as charged. I bet you do. If it's okay with Rose, then it's *great* with me!

A third cock popped through the hole, and a voice said: "I'm Elmer. Happy you could make it, jock cock sucker."

I set my phone down just as it buzzed with a response, and leaned forward to take the very impressive fat, long cock in my mouth.

As I sucked, Elmer asked, "So, what position to you play? We already have a cock sucking receiver. We also have a bottom bitch d-lineman who squeals like a pig whenever he has a cock in his ass. We have a quarterback, a running back and a coach."

My eyes went wide at the number of players on my team he was reporting were cock suckers or bottom boys. I was also surprised Elmer knew enough about football that he could name that many positions.

Of course I didn't respond. Discretion in this situation was critical! I just kept sucking, really liking how this thick cock stretched my mouth, and also how long it was. It was a very nice cock. A beautiful cock.

I couldn't help but muse how I was describing a cock, and even worse a nerd's cock, as beautiful. In the past I'd described some girls as beautiful... but never fucking cocks!

These conflicting BR and AR thoughts (before and after Rose), swirled in my head while I sucked my third cock in fifteen minutes.

"Tell me," he repeated his demand as he pulled out. "What position do you play?"

I kept quiet... even though pathetically, I was already missing his amazing cock.

"You don't want to out yourself. I understand. The others didn't at first either. Although eventually you all do. You all come begging for this cock in particular. In your mouths and in your pussies," he said, as generously, he slid his cock back through the hole, and I devoured it eagerly, even though I had to listen to his smug bragging.

"Yeah, you love my cock; all you jock faggots do," he said. "Hard to figure why you're the popular ones and we aren't."

I almost told him if the girls knew what he was packing he'd be very popular, but I controlled myself in that respect, even while I sucked on his cock like his slut.

"Shit, you're a natural," Elmer groaned. "Eugene said you've only been doing this for a couple weeks. You must have been quite the faggot in denial."

I kept sucking, as I appreciated the compliment part and resented the latter part.

After another minute, he pulled out again and said, "Look, you don't have to speak, I understand your need for discretion, but I want to know at least whether you play offense or defense. So when I generously slide my cock back into that cock sucker's mouth of yours, you'll bob three times for offense, and five for defense."

He slid his cock back in, and for some reason I allowed him to learn which side of the ball I played on. I bobbed five times.

"Nice, defense," he said, as he pulled his cock out again... teasing me relentlessly... which I found surprisingly frustrating... I really wanted that load he was withholding from me!

"I'll give you my load this time, a nice big one, but if you want my cock again, you'll have to come to me face to face and ask for it," he said. "I like to watch my jock cock suckers while they suck me."

He slid his cock back through my hole and I resumed sucking him, not all that concerned about any next time... since although he had a great cock... I had lots of cock available whenever I needed a load. At school alone, I had a guidance counselor, a teacher, Eugene, and other unknown high school staffers through the glory hole which Camry could often book me for. I certainly didn't need the risk of another nerd knowing my dirty secret.

"Oh yeah, you'll be looking for me on Monday, they all do," he said confidently, as I bobbed lustfully on his big, hard, beautiful cock, certainly wanting his load this time so fucking bad.

After another minute or two, he said, "Get ready for my delicious load," just before I felt his warm seed shoot into my mouth... eagerly swallowing the cum, and not slowing down.

I continued bobbing throughout his orgasm, until he pulled out and said, "If you want this cock again, I'll be in the band room on Monday, practice room eight at 12:15."

He then left.

I reached for my phone and read Camry's most recent text: Text me when you get here.

I responded: Will do.

I also responded to my Mom, saying Wally had picked me up for a party, and to Wally that I was helping my Mom out with some renovations n the basement (which we were actually doing... after a water break had destroyed our games room). He responded: Hurry up pussy, we have a keg to finish off.

"Put your lips on the hole," a voice I recognized as Gary's ordered... at least this nerd had a somewhat normal name.

I did, and he slid his cock into my mouth.

I couldn't see it, as I tightened my lips around it once he'd slid it through the hole and into my mouth... but it was definitely shorter than the first three, and pretty average in girth. Oddly, I was a little disappointed... I mean I liked all cocks... I hadn't sucked a bad one yet... but I was beginning to think that size mattered.

"I'm going to fuck your faggot football face," Gary informed me, as he pumped his cock in my mouth roughly, but at what felt like maybe six inches, I could readily take it.

"Yeah, all you football fucking faggots are useful only for one thing," he said, as he pumped and surprised me by suddenly, after just over a minute, depositing his load in my mouth.

I swallowed the load, which was massive, before he pulled out and said, "Thanks, football faggot."

I almost replied, but caught myself at the last moment.

I received a text from Eugene, who unless he'd said something to Rose, was the only person in the world who knew where I was (although Camry knew what I was doing): Enjoying yourself?

I responded: No comment.

Eugene replied: Elmer says he'll figure out who you are.

I replied: He implied as much.

A black cock came through the glory hole, which meant this had to be the openly gay Sammy.

It wasn't as big as Elmer or Eugene's, but it was a nice black cock, its darkness making it more appealing for some reason, as did its slight upwards curve.

I leaned forward and took cock number five into my mouth.

"Nice," he groaned, as I slowly sucked his cock... for some reason wanting to take my time with this one.

After a dozen or so slow bobs, he instructed, "Focus on my cock head. Swirl your tongue around it."

I backed off a tad and did as he said.

"The head is very sensitive, and it deserves attention," Sammy said in his feminine-sounding voice. Sammy was the first guy who'd ever lectured me didactically while his cock was in my mouth! I felt I should call him Professor Cock Sucker!

But instead, I just moaned softly, to convey I was listening.

"Yeah, we both should enjoy this experience equally," Sammy said.

As I swirled my tongue around his cock head, he pulled out and said, "Here, let me show you how it's done. Stick your cock through the hole."

I didn't want to do that.

I didn't want to be sucked by a gay nerd.

"Come on," he said. "Trust me, I'll coach you on how to be an even better cock sucker. Plus, I bet your cock is really throbbing after sucking all those delicious other cocks."

I was hard as steel and horny as fuck... so I figured why not? I stood up, pulled out my cock and stuck it through the hole.

"Nice cock," he said, impressed. "Very nice!"

I then felt his tongue roll up my shaft. He then, without my cock entering his mouth, swirled his tongue around its head in a smooth, tantalising way... making my body tremble from wanting him to suck me.

"You like that?" he asked.

I moaned in response.

"You see? Sometimes you only need to suck a cock, and other times you get your face fucked, but every once in a while a skilled cock sucker needs to really pay attention and worship a cock," he said, as finally he wrapped just his lips around my cock head, and teased me by moving his tongue up and down.

"Ooooh," I moaned, this being a sensation I wasn't at all accustomed to.

He backed off and asked, still didactically, "See how good this approach feels to the recipient? Sometimes you want to drive a guy wild with your lips and your tongue until he can't handle it anymore, so he breaks free and fucks your face, or he bends you over and pounds your ass. The number of jocks who've fucked my mouth or my ass instead of their girlfriends', and how many men prefer me over their wives is incredible!"

I wondered how true that was. I'd already discovered most girls my own age I'd fucked weren't very good at it, where older women usually were. But it seemed obvious men would be better cock suckers... although Sammy was my first masculine (sorta) test case... were guys also better to fuck? But fuck! Why was I even thinking about this?

He then returned to my cock, began bobbing on just a couple inches, but with an enormous amount of saliva, that intensified the pleasure. His mouth felt somewhat like a pussy... a very tight pussy.

"Ohhh," I moaned, unable to remain quiet.

This was without a doubt the most intense and pleasurable blow job I'd ever received, even though he hadn't taken even half of my cock in his mouth. He backed away and said, "Now you try it."

I was very disappointed to have his mouth no longer working his magic on my cock, but I dropped back to my knees, and once he offered his cock to me again, I went to work on it.

I tried to replicate what he did to me. I slowly rolled my togue up his shaft. "Good. Now because of the wall in our way, you can't do this, but sucking on a man's balls is also very sensual."

I added that to my mental list of good cock sucking tips, as I swirled my togue around his cock... just like he had... not taking it in my mouth... even though I was tempted to.

As if reading my mind, he said, "It's tempting just to suck a nice cock, but unless there's an immediate urgency, which sometimes there is, or a man has made it clear he wants a 'cock sucker slut' blow job where you simply go hell for leather, it's important for the 'phallic practitioner' as I like to call our brotherhood, to worship... to tease... resulting in driving the guy wild. You're there for his enhanced pleasure, not just for getting him off. Anyone can suck a cock. Anyone can make a guy come. But not just anyone can make a guy moan, can make him weak at the knees, can make him beg for you to suck him, can bestow upon him the most pleasurable blow job and most intense orgasm ever, and can make him leave his girlfriend, his wife, or just the game he's currently playing, to make himself available for you to suck him."

Added to the cock sucking tips from Miranda at church, I was receiving expert knowledge from expert cock suckers. I next did my best to replicate his cock head attention, just wrapping my lips around it, and flicking my togue up and down over his urethra.

"Oh yes, that feels good," he moaned, sounding more like a girl than a guy... which kind of turned me on... his being so feminine for me.

I did this for a little while until he said, "Now store up a lake of saliva in your mouth, and don't swallow it."

I tried to do what he said, but it was hard.

He added, "Back off my cock and build up your reservoir first."

"Okay," I said, and then covered my mouth. I did as he instructed, and once I had a nice 'lake' as he'd termed it, I returned to his cock and began slowly sucking.

"You see, most rookie cock suckers, and actually most married cock suckers who start in their forties, and trust me there are a lot of them, never learn the complexities of ideal cock sucking," Sammy continued as the gay Dr. Ruth of sex advice, and still as didactic as ever. "Like I already said, cock sucking is about the experience, about bringing pleasure, about slowly increasing the recipient's arousal, and about paying close enough attention to understand how a specific cock and a specific man is different from all the others. Sure, some guys want to face fuck you, some of them want to humiliate you, some want you to deep throat their cock and some want you to suck them like a porn slut, and you need to be able to do all of those things. But a true cock sucker can make a guy cum without taking any more than half of the cock in his mouth. Deep throating is hot, people consider it impressive, and it's a skill that all dedicated cock suckers should learn, but deep throating seldom gets a guy off... no, it's the technique."

The entire time he was explaining all this, I sucked him and accumulated extra saliva like he'd done, while taking only about three or four inches of his seven inch-ish cock into my mouth.

"Just like you're doing," Sammy said. "You're a natural cock sucker, and from putting some of my tips to use, you're becoming a superlative one."

Hearing an actual faggot compliment my cock sucking skills was very flattering, as I focused on providing a smooth rhythm.

"That's very good. Yes, a constant pace is more effective than furious deep throating," he said, even as I was tempted to go for it and devour his entire cock.

As if reading my mind, he added, "Even though we both know you want to deep throat me now, resist the temptation. Keep sucking me with finesse. Nurse... and coax my load from me."

I'd never wanted a load more. He had me so craving his cum. He had me wanting to suck his cock forever. He even had me wanting to be a faggot just like him.

"It's obvious you're destined to be a lifelong cock sucker," he said, as I felt his cock pulsing and knew his load was coming soon. "No one sucks cock like this and does it only casually."

I couldn't help but think how my last couple of weeks certainly hadn't included any cock sucking anyone would call casual.

"Now bob just a little faster, just a little deeper, and get ready for me to come in your mouth," he walked me through these final moments.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, so desperately wanting his load, my cock raging.

"Now freeze," he said.

I was surprised, but I froze immediately, with his cock halfway into my mouth. And then with all my senses on high alert, I was able to appreciate all the nuances as I felt his cock twitch, and twitch again, as his cum, unlike almost all the rest I'd sucked, oozed out of his cock head and into my mouth, as if it were being expelled by a soft ice cream dispenser.

"Just catch and hold it all," he ordered. "Don't swallow."

As usual, I did as I was told.

His cock pulsed for a good thirty seconds while I collected all of it.

He pulled out and instructed, "Now swirl it around in your mouth, savour its salty taste, and enjoy the unique texture."

Again, I did as I was told.

"Many cock suckers love sucking cock and they love cum, but they seldom invest enough time and attention into enjoying the sweet taste that only can be found in ejaculate delivered straight from a cock," he said.

I could see his point. This was my fifth load of the evening, but only the first one that hadn't just exploded in my mouth and glided down my throat so quickly I hadn't gotten a chance to taste it... at all! For me until now, the act of sucking, my subjection to submissive humiliation, and the act of swallowing had been the turn ons... but now I had an extra thrill... savouring the taste.

As he'd promised, Sammy had just coached me into being a more accomplished cock sucker.

Fuck!

"Now swallow," he said, "but do it slowly. Pay attention as it slides down your throat. Savour the lingering taste and the soothing sensations as it glides down."

No one had ever made cock sucking so sensual for me... or so satisfying.

"I hope we can suck some cock together one day," he said. "I'd love to 69 with you or for us to work over someone else's cock together. I'm serious about saying you're a natural cock sucker, whether you've accepted it or not. And if you haven't accepted it yet, you can trust me that you soon will."

I didn't respond while I processed his words and his offers. The idea of having him suck my cock without a glory hole in the way was a real turn on, and sharing a 69 something that suddenly intrigued me, as did the idea of sucking a third party's cock with another guy... and yet... I still needed to protect my identity and my reputation.

"Hey, I'm certain you know who I am. If you want to hang out sometime to play, I'd be more than willing," he continued. "And I'm very discreet. Although it's no secret that I'm gay, I've sucked or been fucked by twenty-five guys in our school, and can you name even one of them? No, you can't. Nor can you imagine which of your football teammates I've sucked, been fucked by, and even fucked. It's 2016, sexy, so please don't do yourself the disservice of allowing any false pride to hold you back from becoming who you really are."

As I processed his words, wanting to respond verbally, wanting to out myself to him, I heard him leave.

A couple minutes later... another cock.

I won't bore you with the play by play commentary, since nothing else of particular interest happened next, but I sucked cocks number six and seven, swallowed both loads, with the latter guy, Perry, calling me a faggot over and over... yet the entire time, I wanted to spend more time with the actual faggot Sammy... which was ludicrous.

Not surprisingly, cock number eight was Eugene's. He asked, as he slid his cock through the hole, "Having fun?"

"Yeah," I admitted, since it was obvious I was... since I'd already sucked seven cocks and swallowed seven loads.

"Well, the guys are heading out in a few minutes, so I'll be your last cock for the evening," he said.

"Oh, okay," I said, kind of happy to hear it, since although I was still enjoying myself, my knees were getting a little painful.

"Well, it's not going to suck itself," Eugene pointed out.

"Oh yeah, sorry," I apologized, before tackling his cock for the second time today.

"Can you imagine if your teammates knew what you were doing right now?" Eugene asked.

Some of them would be disgusted, some would want to beat the shit out of me, but if what Eugene and the others had been saying was true, more than a handful of them would see me as a kindred spirit, and either be jealous, or want to join me.

I didn't try out any of my new skills on Eugene, I just sucked, wanting to get him off, so I could then go to the party and get myself off... my cock dying for attention after eight dicks, plus that instructive, but in effect only teasing blow job from Sammy.

Once he'd deposited his load he cautioned, "Don't leave yet. I'll text you once everyone else has gotten completely away, so no one will catch you undergoing the ultimate walk of shame."

"Okay, thanks," I said, as I picked up my phone and texted Camry I was on my way soon, and I planned to fuck her and her friend good.

She responded: You'd better be locked and loaded.

I texted: Trust me. I plan to fuck the shit out of you both.

Just then, as I was standing up and stretching my legs, I was startled to hear Sammy ask from the other side of the glory hole, "Hey, do you need to get off?"

"Yeah," I said covering my mouth to distort my voice a little, it occurring to me that Sammy's highly skilled mouth would be way better than any of Camry's holes... shit, what two weeks had done to me mentally....

"Then give me that cock," he said. "And don't worry about Eugene... I told him I'd throw you a mini after party."

I eagerly slid my cock back through the hole, and again felt his mouth wrapped around it.

"Ooooooh," I moaned, his mouth, his Velcro lips, his tornado tongue, and his ocean of saliva sent me instantly into complete euphoria.

Yet like the last time, just as my balls began to bubble, he backed off.

"Nooooooo," I whined, and thankfully it didn't sound like me at all.

"Just a second," he said. "I want you to fuck me."

"What?" I asked, again not realizing I was about to speak until I had.

"Brian?" he asked.

I sighed.

"No worries," he said. "I'll never say a word to anyone, and I have a long track record to prove it. But I really do need your dick in my ass. Will you please fuck me?"

As he made his request, I felt his ass cheeks poking against my dick and figured what the hell. I was as horny as fuck. If he was anywhere near as good a fuck as he was a cock sucker, this could be an amazing experience... and I'd never turned down an opportunity to fuck an ass before... so I said, "Why not?"

"Awesome," he said, as I felt him grasp my cock and position it at his hole and then slowly back up, and I felt incredible heat as his ass slowly engulfed my cock.

"Oh, that's tight," I moaned, no longer concerned about anonymity now that he knew it was me.

"Oh fuck, what a great cock," he said as he kept pushing back onto me.

"Such a tight hole," I said, having previously assumed faggots' assholes were all loose, like vaginas.

He then slowly began moving his hips, fucking himself on my cock... and it felt amazing... and I couldn't explain how, but each of his forward movements seemed to tighten his hole around my dick.

"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned, as he was also managing to milk my cock with his ass.

"Yeah, do you like that tight ass, Brian?" he asked. "I'm a better fuck than any girl."

"Yeah," was all I could muster, as he was indeed an amazing cock sucker, and now I was discovering, also an amazing bottom... an amazing fuck.

"Yeah, and anytime you want to fuck me, or to get blown, or to join me in a hot 69, I'll be available," he said.

"I may have to take you up on that offer," I said, knowing I wasn't about to last long inside this amazingly tight, cock-draining ass.

"Come in my ass whenever you want, baby," he moaned as if we were lovers, as I began pumping my dick, and he responded by leaning his ass solidly against the open whole.

God, I wanted to really fuck him. To wrap my hands around his hips and make him moan.

Again as if reading my mind, he offered, "You know Phil has gone upstairs to bed, and everyone else is long gone? Why don't I come to where you are, and then you can really fuck my ass?"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed without thinking... my cock now doing all of my thinking.

"Great, I'll be right there."

"Hurry," I said, my cock throbbing, my balls boiling, and I desperately needed to fuck someone and then cum.

"Yes, honey," he said in a feminine voice.

A minute later he walked down the stairs and said, "Brian, I want you to fuck me like I'm the nastiest whore in the world. Think you can do that?"

"I think I can," I agreed, as he pulled his pants down, bent over, using the stairs for balance, and offered me his backside.

I went behind him, steadied my hands on his hips like I'd been longing to do, and slid back into his hole.

"Oh yes, Brian, fuck me, fuck me with that big white cock," he moaned, as I was all in.

I wondered if he got as turned on by white cock as I did black cock, so I asked, "You want to be my black bitch?"

"Yes, Brian, I want you to fuck me, to breed me, to use me as your black slut," he moaned, as I began fucking him hard.

"Oh yeah, I'll be filling this black ass regularly," I said, my masculine side rising inside me... funny how I could switch from submissive cock sucker to dominant ass fucker in just the flick of an eyelash.

"Oh yeah, I'll be your slut, just fuck me, fuck me with that big white hammer," he moaned so loudly and with such femininity, anyone listening would think I was fucking a girl.

My balls boiling almost immediately, I warned, "I won't last long in your tight ass."

"I can work with that! Then fill me with your cum and breed my ass," he exhorted me, as I really destroyed his hole.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, and seconds later, I did indeed breed his ass.

"Yes, fill my ass," he moaned femininely, as I deposited a massive load in his ass.

"Fuck," I groaned, as his ass somehow tightened even more around me and milked my load into his ass.

He was furiously stroking his cock as I kept pumping his ass. And as my orgasm faded, so did my masculine side, and I offered, "Want me to suck you off again?"

"Fuck yeah," he said, as I pulled out, and he surprised me by shoving me to the floor and sliding his cock in my mouth. Unlike the last time, he fucked my face. And with the back of my head on the floor, I had no control over it at all... I was completely at his mercy! "Yeah, take my cock, I never knew you'd be up for it, but I've wanted to fuck your face forever."

I wondered if that was true. I wondered if other gay guys also found me hot.

I focused on breathing through my nose, as he roughly pumped his cock downwards into my mouth, his balls striking my chin with each deep thrust. I loved this rough treatment just as much as I'd loved fucking him roughly a minute ago.

"Oh yeah, fuck," he groaned, as he fucked my mouth. "You look so pretty with a cock in your mouth."

Being called pretty was a new one, but I just focused on being his cum deposit... a little surprised to encounter such a completely different side of him from when he'd been on the other side of the wall. Didactic? Not a bit of it!

It took a couple minutes before he got close, and he grunted just before he spewed into my mouth, "Get ready for my load, you sexy cock sucker."

Unlike the first oozing load, this time his load exploded in a rapid series of jets into my mouth, which I didn't know how that was possible, and I swallowed his second load within thirty or forty minutes.

Once he was done, he pulled out and apologized, "Sorry, I get a little rough when I top."

"So I see," I said, as I gazed up at his big cock, still slightly dripping onto my face.

"I really enjoyed this," he said.

"Crazy, but so did I," I said, having enjoyed his cock more than all the other seven combined.

"I hope we can do this... or even more things... again," he said.

"We'll see," I said, not wanting to appear too eager or commit to anything, even though I was already imagining sucking his cock again, and fucking him again... since his ass was out of this world!

"I have a private entrance to my bedroom from the back of my house, if you ever want to just come and dump a load, swallow a load, or share a sensual 69," he offered.

"A sensual 69?" I asked.

"Yeah, where we lavishly suck each other in a casual and lengthy fashion," he said.

"I see," I said, getting off my knees.

"Man, I can't believe it's you," he said, as he looked at me.

"Most of the time I can't believe it either," I said, still in awe of the journey I'd begun and was still taking ever since meeting Rose, and how that had led me to this moment.

After a pause that quickly became awkward, I said, "I need to get going."

"Yeah, sure," he nodded, putting his cock away.

"I'll see ya," I said.

"Hopefully soon," he said. "May I give you my number?"

"Sure," I said, my phone still on the floor and flashing with messages, most of them likely variations on WTF?

I handed him my phone, and he typed in his number. He handed my phone back with his name feminized a little more... calling himself Samantha... and his address.

"Thanks," I said, realizing I had a growing list of cocks available to suck, except this new contact was a two-way street.

"See you," he said, as I walked past him.

"Yeah," I agreed, as I walked upstairs, out of the garage and back to my house.

As I reached my house, I'd decided just to call it a night, when I checked my phone and saw another message from Camry. It was a picture of a big cock, followed by a second picture of a hot blonde. Then a third message saying: Those were both pictures of Alyssa. She's a good and trusted friend of Rose's, and she wants to meet you.

My eyes went wide.

And before I knew it, I was in my car and driving to the party.

I wasn't certain whether I was going there to fuck the hot shemale or to suck her dick... maybe both... but as was becoming my new norm, I was being guided only by my lust... I just wasn't sure if this time it was lust for cock, lust for a woman, or both.

I really was doing my utmost to live in a 'best of both worlds' world, even though I was flying blind.

THE END

Link: https://www.literotica.com/s/hypnosissy-07-glory-hole-with-nerds