Blowboy: The grooming

Once my friend forced me to blow him in his bedroom he had complete control over me to go along with his threats of exposing me sucking his cock. Some of the real fun times were when he’d have me stay over on Friday night. His mom worked Saturdays and his stepdad worked for the railroad so he was gone a lot of the time. His sister would go visit friends or go stay at the grandparents who lived next door. We’d get up Saturday morning and usually wrestle in the living room. He could always overpower me getting me in a headlock choke hold hurting me or a figure four with my head in between his thighs and my face in his crotch. He’d roll me around and contort me in this position. He liked to watch cartoons sitting on the floor Indian style with a blanket wrapped around him. He’d pin me down underneath him underneath the blankert in the same position he’d did on his bunk bed when he forced me to blow him. He’d keep me there while he watched cartoons moving the blanket periodically to look down at me in between his things thrust his hips forward thrusting this balls harder into my face and nose asking me if I was ready to blow him yet. Or he’d strip off his pj bottoms and briefs pinning me underneath him with just his top on placing his balls over my mouth making me lick and suck on them. Blowing him in his stepdads barn during chores was another place he’d get me or walking me home in the evening through the field in between our houses he’d get me on my knees in the bushes and make me blow him until his mom yelled for him.
As he started to hit puberty he got longer and thicker. He made a place out of hay bales up in the hay loft for me to sit on so he could straddle my torso on his knees with his dick in my face and fuck my mouth making me swallow his cum. All of this began taking a psychological toll on my male psyche. I felt humiliated and used. Like I was his personal blowboy. I started to fantasize about him making me blow him and masturbating about it. The blowjobs grew less in frequency as we started dating girls but I’d fantasize about him making my girlfriend blow him and masturbated about that. One evening I was working at the gas station and he met up with her at a friends taking her for ice cream. They were like 3rd cousins or something. He then drove her out to a remote area and forced her to suck his cock. She tried to refuse but he said he’d tell me she did anyway and that I’d believe him over her. He had this huge old station wagon with big room in the front seat and he knelt in front of her and fucked her mouth choking her and came down her throat like he did me in the hayloft. She told me what he did. I told her it was ok it wasn’t her fault. When we were going into the military the recruiter let her come with us to the AFEES station for our physicals and she stayed in the motel with us. In the middle of the night when she got up and went to piss he snuck in behind her and made her suck his cock in the bathroom. I pretended I was still asleep when she got up but I could hear her sobbing quietly and I got up and looked under the door to see her knees on the floor in front of his feet. They came out several minutes later and she sat down in the chair in the corner where he pushed her down low enough to kneel in front of her face and fucked her mouth some more. He came in her mouth and let her up to come back to bed. I played dumb the whole time. Some years later my friends cock would end up in my wife’s mouth as well. But that’s another story.

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