Same Old, Same Old

The rest of the day was uneventful. Or normal. If you think uneventful and normal is getting a blowjob from a teacher in the middle of school. My main problem was deciding who to visit. Rachel, the youngest of them, and the most enthusiastic? Sherry, the cock and ball worshiper? Sarah, who couldn't suck cock worth a damn but who I didn't feel bad about degrading? Or even back to Brenda, the best cocksucker I knew?

That second day of school, I picked Sherry at lunchtime and then came back to cum on Sarah's face again at the end of the day. I stood over her and jerked my cock while she licked my balls, until I drained them on her forehead and watched the cum slowly run down the bridge of her nose. The contrast between my cum and her pretty Black face was beautiful.

That night my dad told us all at dinner that his brother's funeral would be a week from Saturday, and that we were all required to attend. The brother we never knew existed suddenly seemed very important.

It's amazing how quickly you can adapt to a new situation. One day, I was a normal loser. The next day, I was getting blowjobs in school. The third or fourth day -- it already seemed old hat. I quickly fell into some habits. I generally alternated between Rachel and Brenda first thing in the morning, then Sherry (or occasionally Brenda) at lunch, and then Sarah for a post-school facial

The sessions with Brenda always included some counseling and could be emotionally intense. When not sucking my cock, she grilled me relentlessly about my family, my goals, my view of myself, even my dead mom, and really made me open up. I started, slowly, to understand the role I played in my own loser-dom.

Brenda also gave me some advice about sex. "You have an unusual opportunity here, Jason," she explained one day. "You can really go wild, act out your fantasies -- trust me, all of us sluts will love whatever you do."

When I confessed that I didn't have much experience and that I wasn't sure even what to ask for, she replied, "Well, that's easy. As homework I want you to watch some porn. Try all kinds of oral stuff, and see what you like, and what you don't like. Now, don't worry if some of it seems degrading. None of that matters, but if you do feel guilty about it... well, we can talk about what you saw and work through those feelings here until you realize that it is all fine."

Another day I asked her, "Why can't we fuck, Brenda?"

She just shrugged. "I just don't think that's a good idea, Jason. Waist up, that's all." Still no insight into that problem...

My dick was getting a real workout. I didn't go see Amanda -- I definitely couldn't cum again on a school day -- and I felt guilty about not visiting her, so I stayed away from her place.

The two weeks until my uncle's (it felt weird thinking of him like that, since I never knew I had an uncle) funeral passed very quickly.