After two months James started dating a mutual friend of ours. The practices stopped since his girl was super-insanely jealous. Then one day at school during lunch break, Will, a friend of mine shouted from across the table, “Hey Mishy, I heard you were a Cum Queen.” I was pretty shocked that it was in public, and so many of my other male friends heard, but then remembered what James told me, “Boys like sluts, trust me, it’s a good thing.” I smiled back and told him, “You know it!”

“Sweeet!” he cheered and some other classmates smiled as they looked at me.
That week Will paid me a visit. He asked if I needed more “practice” and I knew James had told him. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to just blow anyone. I mean, James was one thing, but I didn’t even like Will. He was the loud and obnoxious type that loved hearing himself speak. I knew he’d tell the world if I did this or didn’t. I guess I just kind of gave him a blank stare as I was thinking, because he gave me this look like I was a liar.

“I knew you were just a tease,” he blurted.

“Wait,” I was said, trying to buy more time to think it out.

The last thing I wanted was to be thought of as the school tease, even I knew what boys thought of teases, and I knew that Will would spread the word like wild fire. So I finally decided why not, it’s not like going all the way, and I definitely won’t kiss him. “I don’t’ care who you tell, but no kissing and I am not your girlfriend,” I gave him the same rules I gave James and took him to my room. Out of habit I started taking off my clothes as soon as the door closed. Will was shocked, but obviously enjoying every moment.
“Damn Mishy, you are a slut.”

I smiled politely as I was still getting use to the name. Then I realized that if really wanted to be a Cum Queen as James had put it, I’d better get use to the idea of being a slut and I better give Will the blow job of his life if I wanted to prove myself.

“Don’t you want to feel my mouth all over your cock,” I asked as I spread his legs and kneeled.

He replied, “Hell Yeah!”

I used only my mouth to undo his pants; a trick I worked on while practicing with James. Will was impressed and his hard on was popping out from his boxers. My teeth cleared the way and I began by licking him from bottom of his shaft to its head. I used my tongue to please him for awhile, knowing I was driving him wild and building up the excitement. When I was finally ready I gave his cock head a gentle kiss, then lick my lips and pushed him into the back of my throat without warning. I bobbed my head, ramming him deeper into my mouth as he face fucked me. He began thrusting his hips and grabbed my hair as he inserted his cock deeper into my mouth. I opened my throat as much as I could to let him go deep, but several strokes later I started to tear up and I knew I was about to gag. So I removed him from my mouth and gave him a rigorous hand job as I licked and kiss the top of his rod.

His moans gave him away, and I knew he was about ready.

“Please come in my mouth,” I teased with a whisper and stoked him harder as I circled the top of his head with my tongue.

He finally released himself and the sperm shot onto my lips. I caught most of it, but some spilled back onto his stomach. I licked that clean as he collapsed on my bed.

A few more random boys paid me a visit that month. They were friends, friends of friends, and 1 boy that I was sure didn’t even attend my school. I got my practice with all of them!

And as the word spread of my “practices”, I was eventually approached by a senior from the football team. He passed me a note in English class asking me to meet him in the bathroom. It was risky and I really didn’t know if I wanted to do it. Although I was getting use to being a slut with my mouth, all the other boys I sucked were at least cute and I had never done this outside of the safety of my bedroom. But I also knew that if I didn’t the entire football team would think I was a tease, and that that info might even get passed to the baseball team where Jake played. So I raised my hand and asked to use the restroom. The professor carelessly waived me along.



I had never been in the men’s bathroom before, but I guess all public restrooms are pretty much the same.

The Lineman was a minute behind. He was rugged, more obese then muscular and not very attractive. He was definitely not my type! “Hey Sexy Mishy,” he called, as if he had to try to charm me. His social skills really bad and the last thing I wanted was to get caught in the boy’s bathroom with this ogre. Plus I didn’t want to hear anymore of his charm. So without saying a word, I pushed him into the toilet stall and stripped. I was only comfortable sucking dick naked, no matter where I was. The ground was cold, wet and dirty, but I still had on my sneakers so I squatted in front of him as he sat on the toilet.
He had a very small cock for being such a big man, and as I took down his pants I further realized just how fat he was. I better work this fast and hard, I though, hopefully I’ll make it make it back in time to catch tonight’s English assignment.

Since his dick was maybe only 3 inches at the most, I was only able to stroke him with my thumb and index finger. After a few minutes I realized that my hand job wasn’t cutting it, and since I wanted to make this quick, I finally put him in my mouth. I spent the rest of the time playing with his dick orally. I twirled it around my tongue and sucking him in and out of my mouth. His breathing was loud and echoed in the stall. By the time he was about to come, I thought he was having an asthma attack so I took him out of my mouth, this didn’t stop him though and his sperm shot onto my face. Damn, I thought, he didn’t deserve a facial. The Lineman was number 5 in my mouth.

After that my Cum Queen reputation was solid. The other girls even began to hate me. Some girls called me names, while others just stopped talking to me. That was Ok to me, because I had never had many or any girlfriends to begin with. I was a tom boy most of my life so I was use to the girls excluding me socially.

After word about the house visits got out, just about every boy in school gave me a friendly smile or went out of his way to say hello. The attention was great and everyday I found myself taking down more buttons from my blouse, then I started to wear some of my freshmen school skirts that were smaller and shorter and before I knew it I was dressing the part of a slut.

Single boys at school began asking me out on dates. I even had my choice of the cute and popular ones. On Friday and Saturday nights I’d go out with whomever. At first it was all new and exciting to me, but then after a while all the dates all seemed the same: fast food, a movie, and then when we’d pull up into my driveway, they’d reach over for a kiss, and then I’d have to tell them that I was saving it for someone special. They’d then give me that look of disappointment or brushed me off coldly like I was a tease; I wouldn’t be able to stand their disfavor so I’d offer a blow job as conciliation. Of course they’d happily accept. I’d instinctively get nude and began to suck them in the car. The ones that I really liked or treated me extra nice, I’d let cum on face.

By the middle of the school year I had lost track of how many dates I had gone on, or how many boys I had “practiced” on, or how many times I was invited into the boy’s bathroom during class. Then I heard that Jake had broken up with his girlfriend and I knew it was my chance to get my man. That day when I saw him in the hallway after class, I took a second to build up my nerves, and then I took down my blouse 2 buttons and approached him. I made polite conversation by asking him what had happened between him and his ex, as he was obviously starring down my shirt. He went on for a little bit, and gave the generic reasons as to why a relationship wouldn’t work. Then surprisingly, he started telling me about how boring their sex life had gotten. I knew this was my opening. “You know, it’s never boring in my mouth,” I interrupted, quoting something I heard from a porn movie.
“I’ve heard,” he smiled before asking me out.
I accepted and the rest is for another story.

My first blow job was really nothing special. I had a best friend from school name James, he and I had pretty much grown up together and I as teenagers we were pretty much inseparable. I was a very late bloomer and after a while, I started to wonder if I was ever going to be “cool” like the other kids we hung out with. They all had boyfriends, when all I had was James, not even any real girlfriends.

It was another boring Saturday, and James was over just kicking it in my room. My parents were downstairs and he and I were talking, I started complaining about my lack of a man.

“I just don’t get it,” I told him, “why can’t I find a man? I mean, what am I missing.

“You’re perfect to me Mishy”, he replied. James had a crush on me and everyone knew it. Looking back, I guess I would have and should have gone steady with him, but I was already IN LOVE with his friend Jake.
James began to speak, like he just suddenly realized something really important, but he paused and stopped.

“What is it?” I begged.

“Well, I don’t know if this is really important, or even if you’re going to like it. Or if it’s something you’d even be willing to do. But Jake was telling me about his girlfriend, so I think I kinda understand what you’re she has you don’t” He explained.

“I know I am way better looking then Jake’s girl,” I whined.

James had my full attention, I was IN-LOVE with Jake. He was popular, tall, and the captain of the baseball team. His girlfriend was mediocre, I thought. She was physically not very attractive and dumb as a door knob, and everyone knew it. She wasn’t even popular until she dated Jake.

“So what is it?” I pleaded.

“Well, Jake told me she’s a Cum Queen.”

“Queen of what?”

“Of Cum. You know, she gives good head.”

“I’m lost,” I admitted.

“Damn Mishy, you really are sheltered… She gives great blow jobs.”

“A blow job isn’t like going all the way though right? I mean, that’s different, right?”

“O yeah, it’s just your mouth. It’s not like having sex, but boys love it.”
“Well, how do I become a Cum Queen,” I asked.

“Well, I have some porn videos we could watch, but you’d have to practice, to actually make it up to Cum Queen status.”

“Well, I don’t have anyone to practice on.”

“Dude, you’ve got me,” he offered.

“Do you really think that would get me a boyfriend,” I asked rhetorically.
Then I thought about it for a second. Well, it’s not like going all the way. So why not? If I was to ever get a boyfriend like Jake, I figured it was a skill I had to pick up, like how my mom told me that being a good cook was a way to man’s heart. If giving good blow jobs was like the same thing, I’d figured I’d give it a try.

“O.K.,” I accepted, “but I have some rules. No kissing, I want my first to be Jake and since I already know you’re going to blab about the blow jobs, I wanna make sure you let them know I am not your girlfriend.”

“That’s cool.. it’ll make you seem like you’re more of a freak anyways.”

“Like a slut?”

“Dude, trust me, it’s a good thing.”

James ran home and got his porno tape. We watched it in the room with very low volume; I didn’t want my parents to know. The video itself was pretty cheesy, and looked like it came out of the 90’s but, the porn star that was giving the blow job really looked like she knew what she was doing. I watched the blow job scenes at least 3 times before I was finally ready.

“Do you think you can do it?” James asked.

“I dunno, it seems really complicated.”

“Well do you want to get started, I’ll even instruct you step by step.”
His offer to walk me through my first time reassured me.
James took off his pants, and I spent a few moments building up the nerve to actually touch his penis. It was already rock hard, he was obviously much more excited then me. When I started to reach for it, he stopped me, and said, “You have to get undressed. All the girls were nude, right?”

I was really uncomfortable with the thought of being nude in front of James, but he did have a good point. All the actors were totally naked when they were giving head. So I took off my sweats and t-shirt and went to go sit back on the bed next to James, when he stopped me again.



“You have to be squatting between my knees.”

Damn! He’s right again; this Cum Queen thing is pretty complicated. Glad I am getting in some practice. I thought as I went between his knees.

“Now just gently grab it with one hand and stroke it Mishy,” James kept good on his promise. I palmed his dick.

“OK, now you have to kiss it and then lick it from the bottom to the top,” he continued. I did as instructed, but my actions where mechanical and I knew it. But hey it was my first time.

“Good. Now you should probably talk dirty like the video. “

“But I don’t want my folks to hear,” I fussed.

“Well, you can whisper it. Just say, “Please fuck my face.” Stroking him I said the words in a whisper as I built up more confidence.

“That’s a good slut Mishy.”

“I am not a slut!” I argued.

“Mishy, if you want Jake, you’re going to have to accept that. The Boys like it. Trust me.”

“Now that’s a good slut. Just stick it in your mouth and suck while it slides in and out.”

That’s when it hit me: I haven’t even kissed a boy yet, and here I am giving my best friend a blow job. O well, I better do this right!

I took him in my mouth as deep as I could and sucked as hard as I could. But again James interrupted. “Not your teeth.. That’s good but don’t let your teeth hit. That hurts! But you sucking like you got some potential.”
I was pleased with his compliment, and began to cushion his penis with my lips. I worked him the best I could for another 15 minutes as he breathed heavily, trying not to disturb my parents in the other room.

His breathing increased and got faster, and then he hips started to push his dick deeper into my mouth. I knew something was going to happen.

“I am cumming Mishy,” he told me. “Just swallow it…. OK!?!?”

He finally exploded and I tasted sperm for the first time. It was warm, salty, but didn’t taste bad. The juice was almost tasteless to me so I was able to gulp it easily as it came out.

“Wow, that was a good first time, but honestly, you’re sucking sucked.” James’ critique was not what I had hoped for.

“You came right?” I rebuked.

“Yeah, but all boys come eventually. You’re going to need a lot more practice,” he said.

I knew he was right. I could tell that my skills were weak and if I was going to get Jake, I had to be able to at least suck as well as the more experienced girls that had been having sex since they where like 12 years old. James and I talked about it, and I agreed to continue with the practices. After my first taste of cum I knew I wanted to be the best cock sucker in school and I was determined to make it happen. I practiced blowing James everyday for the next two months. After the first week we even developed a routine: after school, we’d go back to my room, I stripped from my school uniform, and blow him naked. After I was done, I’d think of more imaginative ways to play with his sperm. Then he’d tell me how I did and gave me suggestions on how to improve as I threw on my sweats. Some days he’d bring over a new porn DVD and we’d watch the cock sucking scenes together so I could get new ideas on how to work it. I must have sucked and licked his cock every way imaginable: squatting between his legs, standing up, upside down, and we even tried it 69 style, though I never let him touch my pussy.

A few months after I had started practicing sucking cock, Jake had broken up with his girlfriend and I knew it was my chance to get my man. I saw him in the hallway after class, I took a second to build up my nerves, then I remembered what James said about boys liking sluts, so I took down my blouse 2 buttons and approached him. I asked what had happened between him and his ex, as he was obviously starring down my shirt. He went on for a little bit, and gave the generic reasons as to why a relationship wouldn’t work. Then surprisingly, he started telling me about how boring their sex life had gotten. I knew this was my opening. “You know, it’s never boring in my mouth,” I interrupted, quoting something I heard from a porn movie.
I guess that got his attention, because he asked me out that second. I accepted and the rest is for another story.