I'm Barry, a 12 year old non-practicing gay boy. By non-practicing, I mean that I think about sucking cock all the time – especially when I jack off, but have never actually done it. I'm so afraid that if word got out that I would be branded a faggot and the kids would give me a terrible time, like they did for others.

I do like girls, but am having a tough time understanding them. I'm too young to date, according to my overly-religious mother, but have spent some time with girls. Most of them don't seem very interested in sex, but a few would let me touch their emerging breasts through their clothes, and one even let me put my hand inside her blouse. I really liked that, but so far haven't been able to interest any girls in going further.

I've tried though, but failed. With at least four girls I started to put my hand up their skirts and was promptly stopped, and told I better not try it again. Girls are pretty, but what's the point if they won't do anything?

That's why I think cocksucking is better for me, but I just don't know how to get started safely.

I mentioned that my mother is overly-religious. She drags me to church on Sundays and tries to make me live a saintly life. Fortunately my Dad isn't at all religious, which has been an ongoing source of conflict between my parents. He indulges my mother but refuses to go to church, but will sometimes drive us there and pick us up. I like my Dad a lot – he is a pretty cool guy with a practical outlook on life.

When I had first turned 12 my mother said that I should soon begin to show an interest in girls, and that was a very good thing – that God wants me to do, but I wasn't to have sex until I was married.

That sure sounded like a line of crap to me, but I just quietly listened. My Dad told me not to upset Mom, but I didn't have to go along with all her religious expectations.

One day I did slip. She was asking me if I had any friends that were girls and I told her I had been with a few, but they didn't want to do anything. By that I meant sex, and she picked up on it right away and told me that I shouldn't be having sex yet – I was much too young for that.

"What good are girls for then?" I asked.

She got really pissed then and said, "If you don't want to burn in Hell, you'll behave yourself – God is always watching you!"

I realized then that I had better keep my mouth shut. I told her I never had sex (which was true, but not because I didn't try), and she kissed my cheek and told me what a good boy I was.

Over the next few months my mother introduced me to several "wholesome" girls from other families in our church. They were all really pretty, and nice to talk with, but were completely cold when it came to sex. It was like I was taken to a candy store, but told I couldn't have any!

One Saturday morning Mom began to tell me about yet another "nice girl" she wanted me to meet. I had reached my breaking point and blurted out that I was gay!

Mom went ballistic and started ranting about my immortal soul burning in Hell, and my father told her not to over-react.

"You don't care about your own son's future?" she demanded.

"It's probably just a phase he's going through – you know as he's growing there are a lot of changes in his body, and he's confused," he replied, "Let me talk with him."

"Okay, you talk with him, but I'm going to ask our pastor about one of the cures," she said.

My father took me aside said let's go for a walk. Everything was silent for a little while, and then he said, "You sure know how to upset your mother!"

"She had been harping on girls, but none of her "good girls" are any fun at all!" I said.

"I know what you mean, but did you have to tell her you were gay?" he asked, "Are you?"

"I like girls, and have tried to do things, but they don't want to," I said, "I've never done anything with a guy, but I've thought about it."

"And you would really like to," Dad responded, "Wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I agreed, "But I'm afraid to, 'cause I don't want to be like Homo Joe."

"Who's he?" asked Dad.

"He's a gay guy at school and everyone picks on him," I explained, "Even the teachers seem to have it in for him."

"A lot has changed since I was a kid, but some things still seem to stay the same," agreed Dad, "You're wise to keep it to yourself, but I know that must be frustrating."

"It is," I agreed, "But do you think it's wrong for me to want to do things with guys?"

"Your mother wouldn't agree, but it's pretty common for boys your age to mess around," he said, "In fact when I was your age several of us would jack off together and suck each other off – but not a word to your mother about that!"

"But you're straight, Dad," I protested.

"Yes, I think of myself as straight, but your mother would certainly disagree if she knew."

"Dad," I said with great caution, "Do you think you could teach me to suck cock?"

"Your mother would kill me if I did!" he said.

"It will be our secret," I said, "There's a lot she doesn't know."

"And let's keep it that way," said Dad.

When we got back home Dad took me into the garage and closed the overhead door. He put his hand on my hard little cock and said, "You've been thinking about cocksucking, haven't you?"

I admitted that I had and he told me to unzip and show him, so I did. My hard little cock only stuck out a few inches from my zipper, but it was red and I really wanted to jack off – maybe Dad and I could jack off together – I wondered what his cock was like – certainly much bigger than mine!

Dad surprised me by dropping to his knees and sucking me. It was incredible – as wonderful as jacking off was, this was even better. It seemed like I came almost immediately and pumped my load into Dad's mouth. He just held my cock in his mouth until I stopped pumping and then pulled off and swallowed.

"It's good for you to know what a blowjob feels like – it's one of the most wonderful thing a man can experience," he explained, "You need to keep this secret, but never be ashamed of being a cocksucker. Later on you'll find girls who will have sex with you, but you can still enjoy cocks."

"When can I suck you?" I asked.

"Not now," he replied, "When the time is right."

When we got in he told Mom that he was going to be spending a lot more time with me, saying that a boy needs a father's guidance so he doesn't turn into a sissy. Mom was very relieved at that.

It was a Wednesday, and for the rest of the week Dad would blow me in the garage every evening, after I had finished my homework. On the weekend he said he would take me fishing.

On Saturday we got up early and drove out to a wooded area that he said few people went to. We parked and walked a trail to a lake and threw our lines in the water and waited. I told Dad that I really appreciated the blowjobs, but was anxious to learn to do it.

He told me that I had to learn some basics first. The cock was very sensitive and could easily be hurt – it was really important to keep my teeth off it. He told me that even though it was called a blowjob, there was actually more sucking, although it was mostly a matter of tongue movement.

He sat there, leaning against a tree and told me to unzip him and take his cock out. I fumbled around and he assured me that with practice I would get better at it. I was amazed at how huge he was, and he explained that I would grow a lot in the coming years. His cock was soft and warm, but as I handled it, it grew and hardened, like my own little cock, but this was far from little!

He told me to lick the head, and become accustomed to how it felt to my tongue. As a cocksucker, I would be using my tongue a lot, and it was the key to a great blowjob. I was in heaven holding my Dad's huge member, and then he told me to practice taking into my mouth without touching it with my teeth.

I wasn't very good at that, having to strain to open my mouth wide enough, but he had me take his cock in and out of my mouth over and over again until I got it right. He told me I would be a good cocksucker, and that I was ready to take him all the way.

I took his cock into my mouth once again and began to suck. Following my father's careful instructions I moved my tongue around his cock head, giving special attention to the sensitive underside.

He told me that he would be cumming soon, and it might not taste good to me, and that it was okay if I spit it out, but eventually I would learn to swallow. I was glad that he was getting close, because I wasn't sure I was doing it well, but soon he rewarded my efforts.

My mouth was flooded with his cum – it tasted very strong – unlike anything I had ever tasted, but I was determined to swallow it all. I don't remember how many times I swallowed, but it sure seemed like a lot.

My father told me I did well, and with a little practice would become a really good cocksucker. Even though I had always thought of "cocksucker" as a demeaning word, I liked being one.

We fished for a few more hours, and caught some blue gills and bass. Dad said we just couldn't go home empty handed or Mom might get suspicious. I told him I would never give her reason to suspect, and that I would keep peace with her by going along with her prudish ideas.

We had just eaten our lunch – a couple of sandwiches, when Ben, one of my Dad's friends arrived and threw his line in the water.

"Ben and I used to suck each other off as kids," Dad explained, catching both Ben and myself by surprise.

Dad told Ben that I was a beginning cocksucker and asked if he would let me suck him. Ben smiled and stood up, unzipping, to reveal a cock as big as my Dad's.

"Remember what I taught you," Dad said.

I knelt before Ben and took his cock into my mouth. This was to become my most frequent cocksucking position and I couldn't help but be amused at the thought of spending so much time on my knees giving blowjobs instead of praying, as Mom would want. Wouldn't she freak out if she knew?!?

Soon Ben gave me his hot load and I eagerly swallowed. He zipped up and we fished for a few more hours. As we finished our fishing, Ben gave me his fish and said he hoped I would blow him regularly. I said I would like that.

Dad and Ben talked about the other kids, who were now adults living nearby and Ben said he would talk to them and see if they would be interested in giving me practice.

As we drove home I thanked Dad for teaching me to suck and he told me that one day I might have a son of my own, and that I should help him get through the difficult times of puberty.

Mom was thrilled that Dad was "making a man out of me", rescuing me from eternal damnation. Little did she know that soon I was sucking my Dad and his three friends regularly.

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)