I'm Matt, a 14 year old kid, living with my mother. My parents were divorced when my father started sleeping around. When she caught him he claimed it never would have happened if Mom had given him blowjobs "like any good wife would."

I was only eight at the time and heard it all, but didn't understand what a blowjob was. I was pretty good on the internet and soon discovered what a blowjob was and found their pictures to be exciting. It never occurred to me that anyone would take a cock into their mouths, but I couldn't get my mind off it. Now this is the weird part – I wanted to be the sucker!

I kept this to myself and as I grew older and learned about sex, and how blowjobs are really a sex act, I would jack off thinking about blowing guys in my school. I didn't dare act on it, because I was afraid that my secret would get out, and kids can be really cruel to anyone they see as different.

Well, enough background. My Mom is a pretty good looking woman and she had dated a few men over the years. Her current boyfriend is a really nice guy names Art. He not only takes Mom out, but on Saturdays would come over and we would all go out for the day – sometimes to a movie, or to a theme park, or just on a picnic. Art was a lot like the father I never had.

One day I came home from school and found my Mom crying. I asked her what was wrong but she just said "Nothing."

Even at my age, I knew that when a woman said that it was code for "something big, but I'm not telling you!"

I asked if I could get her anything, but she declined. I sat near her and hugged her, telling her I loved her.

She kissed my cheek and said I was a "dear boy", as her tears dripped onto my face.

"Mom, you said if I ever had a problem I should come to you," I said, "Now I want you to do the same."

"I had an argument with Art," she said, "That's all it was."

"It must be pretty big if you're crying like that," I said, "What was it about?"

"Nothing you would understand," she said, and resumed her weeping.

"Try me," I said, "I just might."

"It's all over a blowjob," she said, crying all the harder.

"Now I get it," I said, "Like Dad wanted, and you're afraid you'll lose Art now."

"Yes," she said, "It's so unfair – everything was going so well!"

"Mom," I said, "Why don't you just give him the blowjob – it's no big deal, and all men love it!"

"No big deal!" Mom shot back, "It's disgusting – if you think it's no big deal why don't you blow him?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and then she thought better of it, saying "I didn't mean that – I would never want you to do that."

"I would do it for you," I replied, surprising even myself.

"That's a very nice offer," Mom said, "But maybe Art and I just aren't meant to be together."

She kissed me and sent me off to do my homework while she made supper.

It would really be tragic if Mom and Art split up, so I decided to help. Mom's cell phone was plugged into a charger in the living room, so I picked it up and found Art's number in her phone list. I copied it down and took my phone into the garage and called Art.

"Hello Art?" I said.

"Yeah, is this Matt?" he said, "What's up?"

"I came home and Mom was crying," I said, "and I don't want you guys to split up."

"That's really nice to hear from you," replied Art, "I don't really want to split up either, but it's complicated and I think you're too young to understand."

"I think I understand," I said, "And if you want a blowjob, I'll be glad to do it – just don't tell Mom."

"You bet I would never tell her!" Art said, "But you don't have to."

"I know I don't HAVE to," I replied, "But I really want to, if that will keep you both together."

We talked for a little while longer and he agreed to pick me up at 7:30, after dinner.

I got right to my homework, wanting to get it done before 7:30. I made good progress, then had a nice dinner with Mom, and of course told her nothing. Afterward I finished my homework with time to spare.

At 7:15 I told Mom I was going out for a walk, and walked to the next street over, where Art would pick me up. Neither of us wanted Mom to know, so we had to sneak around a little.

When I rounded the corner to the next street I saw Art's car parked a few hundred feet down the road. I walked up to it and got in.

"I'm really nervous about this," I said, "I've never done this before."

"Maybe we shouldn't," replied Art, "It's not something boys should do anyway."

"I want to!" I assured him.

Art drove to a busy shopping center and parked at the far edge of the parking lot and told me that nobody would bother us here. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I had never seen an adult cock before, and it was huge!

I leaned over and took him in my mouth, as I had seen in many video clips. It was better than I ever had imagined – I felt like mouths and cocks were meant for each other. Art put his hand on the back of my head, pressing me close to him, driving his cock deeper in my mouth. I gagged and he eased up his pushing, and I recovered. I continued to suck him and suddenly he came, pumping his big load into my mouth. It tasted really strong, but I knew I was expected to swallow, so I did.

Afterward Art thanked me and said it was wonderful, and asked if I was okay. I told him I was fine and I would blow him any time he wanted, as long as he was nice to Mom and didn't tell her.

Art agreed and later that night called Mom and apologized. He said he was sorry to be so coercive and would never ask for a blowjob again. They made up and continued to date, and I blew Art discretely a couple of times a week. The next Saturday Art offered to take us fishing, but Mom declined, so Art took me.

I enjoyed my time alone with Art, which nearly always resulted in my blowing him. I enjoyed the fishing as well, and it became something that we would often do together, without Mom.

Art told me he would take me hunting in the fall, and I thought about blowing him regularly in the woods.

A couple of years has passed, and Art married Mom, so he is now my Dad, but I still blow him – only much more often now!

Special thanks to my online friend Denys Tull, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)