I'm Mark, a fourteen year old kid who has had a rough life, thanks to oppressively religious parents. My parents are extremely conservative Baptists whose entire lives revolved around religion. They dragged me to church every Sunday, and I listened to the pastor preach fire and brimstone sermons. The only salvation for me was that the kids went to Sunday School just before the sermon started, so we were spared that indignity.

I really tried my best to go along with it, and not make waves, but it just didn't make sense. I honestly read much of the Bible, looking for answers, only to find more questions, inconsistencies and contradictions.

One day they were talking about David, and how he was one of God's favorites because of his devotion to the Lord. I asked how David could be such a favorite when he was such a louse. The Sunday School teacher said I didn't understand, so I asked her to help me understand. I said that the Bible says that David got Bathsheba pregnant and then had her husband killed so he could have her to himself. And for that God punished him by not letting him build his temple. I never got off that easy! The Sunday School teacher told me I needed to pray on it and have a better attitude, and then had a talk with my parents.

They told me if I didn't clean up my act I'd be sitting through the sermon with them, so from that point on I just shut up in Sunday School. But my life really turned to crap when I told my parents I thought I was gay. My father went ballistic and told me about how God hates fags and I'd burn in hell for sure if I didn't give repent my sinful ways.

When I said, "But God made me this way," my father smacked be on the side of the head so hard he knocked me out of my chair. It wouldn't have been so bad if that were the end of it, but my parents talked with the pastor about it and decided that I would take a faith-based "cure" for my homosexuality.

That included my publicly confessing my sins to the entire congregation, and suffering through endless prayer sessions. Kids I go to school with were in the congregation when I confessed, and pretty soon the word got all around school that I was a faggot. From then on they picked on me without end.

One day a couple of the older boys grabbed me in the locker room and made me suck them off. I enjoyed doing it, but didn't like being forced. Word got around school almost instantly that I would blow anyone, and pretty soon I was blowing guys nearly every day – sometimes in the locker room and sometimes in the boys restroom. One day a teacher walked in on one of my blowjobs and dragged me down to the principal's office. My parents were called and I was suspended from school for a week.

When I got home my father smacked me around and said that no son of his was going to bring the wrath of God down on our household, so he gave me an hour to pack my belongings and get out.

All this happened because of that stupid faith-based cure that only "outed" me publicly and led to the kids ganging up on me. So now at age fourteen I was homeless.

I walked a few miles from home to get away from anyone I knew. It was early autumn, and the weather was beginning to get cold at night. I had to find some sort of shelter from the cold and wind at night. A lot of homes had storage sheds in the back yards, but most were locked.

I was lucky enough to find one that wasn't locked, and I began sleeping in it. I wasn't sure what I would do in winter, because the shed just wasn't enough protection when the temperature dropped below freezing.

After a week I fell into a routine, but that came to an end when the man who lived there came out to the shed late one night. I had just settled in when suddenly the door opened and the homeowner caught me. I thought he was going to call the police, but first he dragged me inside and demanded that I explain what I was doing in his shed.

The man's name was Ben Medford, and his wife was Linda. They had a hard time believing that my father through me out for being gay. They asked a lot of questions – possibly to satisfy themselves that I wasn't making this all up.

His wife Linda said, "He's about the same age that Jimmy would have been." Later I learned that Jimmy was their son, who had been killed by a drunk driver about a year ago. The drunk driver got off easily because he was such a "good Christian", and the Medford's had no use for religion after that. They told me I could stay with them if I behaved, and I jumped at the opportunity.

I was far enough from my old home to be in a different school district, and Mr. Medford enrolled me in the local school. All the kids were new to me, so nobody gave me any trouble. I did my best to avoid trouble of any kind, so I wouldn't risk losing my home with the Medford's.

After about two weeks Mr. Medford sat down with me and asked if I had acted on my gay desires.

I told him about how the kids at my old school made me give them blowjobs, but that I hadn't done any of that since then.

He told me that if I needed to act on my desires that I shouldn't do it at school or anywhere in public, because if I got caught I could end up on the sex offender registry, which would make my life much more difficult.

"Is there any place that I could do it?" I asked.

"I'm not encouraging you," he said, "But if you must, I would rather that you did it in the privacy of our home than somewhere else. If you have a friend in your room we will respect your privacy if the door is closed."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It was as good as giving me permission to give blowjobs in his house! What a wonderful improvement from my old life.

Of course now my challenge was how to find guys to blow. I didn't want to be "outed" at school, but perhaps I could find someone I could trust, who would be discrete.

As I made new freinds at school I would get around to talking about jacking-off and finding out if they ever jacked off with others. Most had not, but I found a couple of guys (Ben and Jeff) who said they had jacked-off with friends and we had a couple of jack-off sessions together. During one of our sessions I asked them if they had ever had a blowjob. They said "no" but had heard it was one of the best things ever.

I told them that we should find someone who would give us blowjobs so we wouldn't have to jack-off, and they agreed that it was a great idea. Of course nobody had any idea who would do it. Finally Jeff suggested that we could suck each other off, taking turns, and keeping it all very secret.

Then the next problem was who would go first. Neither Ben or Jeff wanted to go first, but they both promised to suck me if I went first. "What the hell," I said, "Someone has to go first – but you guys promise you'll do me right afterward, right?"

They both swore they would, so for the first time in over a month I had a cock in my mouth again. It was wonderful, especially since it wasn't being forced on me. I sucked both of my friends off and swallowed.

"Okay, who's going to do me?" I asked. Neither of my friends were "in the mood" but the promised that they would suck me next time.

We got together the next day and both the guys promised they would suck me, if only I would suck them first. I really wanted to, so I blew both of them, and they were once again not in the mood.

I told them that they were welching on the deal and they had better deliver on their promise.

The next day they admitted to me that they just couldn't bring themselves to suck me, but they really liked my sucking, and thought I actually like doing it. I admitted that it wasn't all that bad, and I didn't mind doing it. They proposed that I just continue to suck them, and it would just be our secret.

I readily agreed, and it became our usual arrangement. I had both Ben and Jeff to my new home and they were invited to stay for dinner.
After dinner we went up to my room and I sucked them off. As usual, they thanked me before leaving. Afterward I went back downstairs and watched TV with the Medfords.

When Mrs. Medford left the room, Mr. Medford approached me and whispered, "Do you blow Ben and Jeff?"

"Yes," I admitted, "But I'm trying to be discrete about it."

"That's good," he said, "I understand you have the need, and just want you to stay safe."

"Mr. Medford," I said, "I hope I'm not out of line here, but I would be glad to blow you if you wanted."
He just stared at me for a moment, and then replied, "I'm sure Linda would take a dim view of that."

"We can be discrete about it," I said, "And I really appreciate all you've done for me."

"Perhaps one day," he said. Linda returned and we didn't talk about it further.

The next weekend Mrs. Medford went out shopping, leaving me alone with Mr. Medford.

He offered me a beer and got one for himself. He started to ask me about giving blowjobs and what I got out of it. It felt a little uncomfortable with the conversation at first, but realized that it was better than any conversation I ever had with my father. I answered all of his questions as candidly as I could, and confessed that it was simply a wonderful thrill to orally bring a man to climax.

"Is your offer still good?" he asked me.

"You bet," I affirmed, "Any time you want."

"How about now?" he asked, and I dropped to my knees.

He stood up and unzipped, offering me his soft cock. Though soft, it was bigger than any I had sucked, and I eagerly took him into my mouth. By now I was a proficient cocksucker, and it didn't take long before he rewarded my efforts with his hot load.

"That was amazing!" he said, "I've never had that before."

"I'll be glad to blow you any time you want," I replied.

He must have liked my work because I ended up blowing him several times a week, and we became very close. He would take me with him fishing and hunting, and doing other guy things. Our outings nearly always resulted in me blowing him – sometimes in the car.

After a couple years the Medfords adopted me, making me officially part of their family. That meant that I was now blowing my father, and I loved the very idea of it! Thanks to the Medfords, my life was much better, safe from the religious nuts.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)