Back then, when a man sucked off another man, everyone I knew always made it sound like it was so wrong. But it sure felt right – even if I was the ...one servicing his cock. As I still had the taste of his sperm in my mouth, I finally realized something. I said to myself, “Dave…you’re a cocksucker! You can never undo being a cocksucker!”After a rest, he didn’t say too much but we put on another tape. My dick was still very hard and I knew his had to be getting hard again. He made several comments. If you don't agree with thesepremises, please stop here and go read something else.One more note, English is not my first language and this is my firststory, so if you find some syntax or conjugation mistakes, you can pointthem out but please be kind with your comments.Chapter 1. Becoming one of the girls.My name is Cesar, but people in my inner circle call me Summer. The nameSummer came up a few years ago. I was about 11 years old when the monsoonrains of summer flooded the part of the city. It was almost as if I’d walked in to a women’s washroom.“Wally, my friends and helpers...” Jennifer threw her arms out to indicate all the ladies “ ... have been planning how we can do our wedding.” Jennifer’s face was beaming from ear to ear.“Uhh do I get any say in this?” I asked.“Nope, just be there and say ‘I do’.” Jennifer said with a giggle. “Of course you do, silly. It’s OUR wedding and while I have some ideas on what we could do, you need to agree.”I smiled and thought to myself ‘Just. I could tell she was getting more and more drunk when she started saying things like 'Look at them, their eyes following me like little puppy dogs. Oh I do love it!' Then she shocked me when she sat down on the bench seat of our booth and lifted her foot up on the seat, pretending to adjust her shoe. Lots of guys must have got a good view of her barely covered pussy. She then took a fit of the giggles and rested her head on my shoulder and fell fast asleep. A sure sign she was drunk. I roused.