Joyce and Roger were best friends of my parents and lived a couple houses down the street from the house where I grew up. At some point, I had become an oral servant to Roger, a short balding guy that sported a hairy beer belly and an equally hairy thick five inch cock.
Shortly after my 18th birthday, Roger began requesting "help around the house" on a more frequent basis and my parents always offered me up as the "helper". Little did they know!
Joyce worked on the weekends at a local shopping mall and Roger would invite several of his friends to come over, work on a project car in his garage, or watch football in the afternoon. It was on one of these Saturdays that my "servitude" to Roger increased in scope, and in time, if fun, as I began to enjoy myself as I indulged in my secret lifestyle. This was the early 1970's and in our conservative suburb, there was no outward showing of gay or bi activities or lifestyle. To this day, my bi-ness is known only by my brother and a select few friends (not even my wife knows my passion for cock).
I remember the first time for my expanded duties came in the early autumn. It was the ABC College Game of the Week. When I arrived at Rogers house, the noon game was about to begin. Roger met me at the door and told me to strip right there. He took my clothes and put them in a closet before leading me by the hand into the TV room which was in the back of the house. I was horrified when he introduced me to three friends as his "Cock Sucking Bitch". I saw three hairy fat guys sitting on the couches that faced the TV. All three were looking at me like I was a juicy piece of meat and I was asked to stand in front of them to display my skinny, nearly hairless body.
My cock had started to rise when Roger opened the front door. I thought that I was there to perform my normal Saturday duties, which included blowing him once or twice, letting him finger my hole as he gave me a hand-job, before cumming all over my stomach, which he would then feed me with his fat little fingers. Today would be different.
My cock was (is) not large by any standard. It's 6" but pretty thick. It stood pointing toward the ceiling as I displayed myself to the group.
"Let me show you boys how well I've trained this bitch to suck cock" pined Roger as he dropped his jeans and underwear and sat in his lounger.
Obediently, I walked over to him, dropped to my knees and began rubbing his cock and balls with both hands. He scooted his ass to the edge of the chair allowing me to kneel before him and begin worshipping his package. As I leaned in to lick the head of his soft cock, he lifted his beer belly to let me in and then let it lay back down on my forehead.
His cock was now growing and as it did, I alternated licking his sack and running my tongue all along the underside of his cock, stopping just below the crown. He had taught me well, and I knew just how to bring him to a throbbing erection before ever allowing him to enter my mouth. As I continued to ready him for his ultimate pleasure, I heard zippers, buttons and the sounds of three guys stripping naked and resuming their places on the couch. Although I didn't look, I knew that they were all sitting there rubbing their cocks. By the time I got to each of them, I knew that it would not take long to provide their satisfaction.
By now, Roger was feeding me a steady stream of pre-cum. I lapped it up as it dripped down the belly of his fully erect cock. Now, I took him into my wet mouth and let him slowly fuck my lips for a few seconds. Then he surprised me by telling me to stand up.