I'm Marty, a twelve-year-old just discovering the joys of jacking-off. I do it every chance I get, and it's led me to try things that truly changed my life.

Scott was my age and lived across the street from me. There was a wooded area behind his house and we would go there to jack off. It was fairly private, so there was no worry about being interrupted. At first we just jacked off while talking about girls at school and what we'd like to do with them. After awhile we tried stroking each other and it felt a lot better than doing ourselves.

After a while Scott lost interest in stroking me but wanted me to continue to stroke him. I agreed, since I liked handing his cock – it was the first cock I had handled, besides my own and I just loved the feel of it, and enjoyed making Scott cum as well. We started out just sitting on a log next to each other, but once I continued stroking Scott I knelt in front of him, to get a better position.

I told Scott it was easier to stroke him that way, but truthfully I loved the view. I got hard just from the sight of his cock, and handling it was even hotter! He told me when he was going to cum so I could get out of the way, but I tried to get some of his cum on my hand. I would pretend to wipe it on my pants, but would actually sneak a lick of his cum. It was very strong tasting – like nothing I had ever tried, but there was something about it – perhaps it's forbidden nature – that made me want more.

As time went by I found myself wanting to suck Scott, and that became the focus of most of my jack-off fantasies. I would usually cum when I got to the part of Scott unloading in my mouth. I wanted to suck him so badly, but I didn't trust him to keep it secret. Scott was a real "blabber-mouth" so I was afraid that if I sucked him, soon everyone would know. Frankly I was really surprised that he didn't tell anyone I was stroking him.

Over time, my desire got the best of my caution, so I carefully began to explore sucking with Scott.

"Ever had your cock sucked?" I asked.

"No", replied Scott, "But I hear it's the best! – Want to try it?"

"Maybe," I said, "How about if you go first?"

"Oh, I don't want to do it," Scott said, "I thought you could suck me?"

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Well, you like my cock," he answered, "And you might enjoy sucking it as well."

"If I did," I said, "How can I be sure you won't tell anyone? You aren't so good at keeping secrets."

"Look Marty," assured Scott, "Why would a ruin a good thing by talking about it? I haven't told anyone about this."

Scott was right, but I didn't know if I could trust him. Still, I really wanted to suck him, so I WANTED to trust him as well.

"I'll give it a try and see how I like it," I said, "But if you ever tell anyone, you'll never get any more!"

"Deal!" said Scott, smiling broadly.

Nervously, I leaned forward and took Scott's cock into my mouth and it was incredible! It felt so wonderfully natural – like cocks and mouths were made to go together, and I knew this what I wanted to be doing for the rest of my life. I explored the feel of Scott's cock with my tongue, tracing the shape of his cock head as Scott moaned with delight. Encouraged, I moved my tongue back and forth and soon Scott pumped his hot load into my mouth.

That was even better! The feel of his cock pumping and the hot taste right from his cock was so much better than licking his cum off my hand. I knew that I would crave that manly taste for years to come! As Scott softened I pulled off his cock, and then swallowed.

"Wow that was amazing!" declared Scott, "So much better than jacking off! How was it for you?"

I didn't want to sound too eager, so I just said, "It was okay, I guess – it was worth a try, but I'm not sure I'll do it again (I lied)."

"Marty, I want you to do this every day!" said Scott, "I promise I won't tell anyone!"

"We'll see," I said, not wanting to sound too interested.

The next day I let Scott beg me to suck him again, but each day it was easier for him to "talk" me into it. I think I wanted it more than he did, but I didn't want to show it.

My skill developed with practice, and it rarely took Scott more than a few minutes to cum. Cumming so easily opened up opportunities to suck him in many places. We discovered that I could suck him off almost anywhere we could get just a few minutes of privacy.

We had a pretty good thing going, which continued for a couple of months, and then Scott surprised me by showing up with Billy, a kid who lived down the street.

"What's this about?" I demanded, angered that Scott had betrayed my trust.

"I know you really like sucking, and Billy could use it too," said Scott, "He's very trustworthy, and won't tell anyone – right Billy?"

Billy nodded in agreement.

"Just like you wouldn't tell anyone?" I said.

"I didn't think you'd mind," Scott explained, "I thought it would be okay just this once."

"It's NEVER okay," I insisted, "But now that you know, I need to be sure Billy won't talk."

"I won't – I promise," Billy said, "A blowjob is worth keeping a secret for."

That was the first time I heard it called a blowjob, but not the last. I did want to suck Billy, but acted like I was undecided, but then agreed and dropped to my knees.

Billy was about six months younger than us, and had just started cumming. His cock was smaller than Scott's and he had almost no pubic hair. He was really sensitive though, and only took a few minutes to cum. Not as fast as Scott, but over faster than I would have liked.

He thanked me and left, assuring me that my secret was safe with him. I swallowed and then sucked Scott off, who had become aroused watching me suck Billy. I continued to suck Scott and Billy at least daily for the next few months. As winter approached the weather grew cold and we had to go indoors. That was much more restrictive because we had to be sure we could find private places.

Billy's parents didn't get home until six on weekdays, so we would go to his house after school, where I'd suck him and Scott. Billy had an older sister, Tracy, who usually left to see her boyfriend, Tony, who lived in our neighborhood. Since she was gone, we had the house to ourselves. Billy thought it would be neat if each day I sucked him in a different room. We started out in his parents' bedroom, and moved to a different room each day.

On one day I was sucking Billy in the living room when suddenly the front door opened and in walked Tracy. She was as surprised as we were, but we were not exactly in a strong bargaining position. Billy begged her not to tell his parents, and after a little negotiation she agreed as long as Billy did some of her work for her. I was going to get up and leave, but Tracy stopped me, saying, "You haven't finished – go ahead and finish while I watch."

I finished sucking Billy while she watched with great interest, and then sucked Scott off.

"Nice work!" she said, as I got up to leave. I wasn't sure if she was sincere or being sarcastic, but I left, thankful that this near-miss wasn't worse.

After that I sucked both the guys in Billy's room with the door closed. After a week I thought didn't even think about the incident, but then was surprised when Tony, Tracy's boyfriend approached me. He was in high school and much bigger I. "I understand you are a pretty good cocksucker," he said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"Cut the crap!" he said, "I know you're a cocksucker and if you don't want your parents to find out, you'll do what I say."

I didn't particularly like being called a cocksucker, and sure didn't like the power Tony seemed to have over me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Blow me and anyone I tell you too – any time I tell you," he said.

"Anyone?" I responded with surprise.

"I know you cocksuckers like to suck as much as possible," Tony said, "So I'm doing you a favor."

I knew he was right, and in truth did want to suck a lot more, but sucking more guys increased my risk.

"But my parents can't find out about this," I said, essentially agreeing to his demand.

"They won't," Tony assured me, "But you better do your best sucking."

I intended to, as Tony took me into his garage. Between cars, he unzipped and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He was much bigger than Billy or Scott, and had a big bush of pubic hair. His cock swelled to fill my mouth and I had difficulty moving my tongue around the head, but Tony just held my head in his hands and face fucked me. That was a new experience, and just kind of went along for the ride as he fucked my face until he climaxed. When he came he pulled out of my mouth and shot his load into my mouth, dribbling some onto my face.

"Look up," he said, and as I did he snapped a picture of his cock near my face, with his cum all over me.

"Don't worry," he said, "This is just to ensure that you keep your word."

I assured him that I would, and asked if there was anything else. He told me to come to his house tomorrow after school.

The next day I found that Tony had five of his friends waiting for me to blow them. While I didn't particularly like being forced to do it, I was excited about all these new cocks to suck! They were all large, and each a little different, but I did my very best for them.

Word continued to get around school and soon every guy knew that I would blow them if they asked. I think a lot of girls knew about it as well, because sometimes girls would invite me to parties where their girlfriends would watch me blow their boyfriends while they fingered themselves off.

Many of my teachers knew as well, but few said anything. The exception was the coach, who would have me blow him in his office. In gym class there was an understanding that if they boys did well in class he would let them out early so they could have more time in the showers – and my mouth.

Now I'm in high school and have blown hundreds of guys – I really don't know how many. Thankfully my parents haven't a clue of my hobby, but all the guys at school seem to know. I was relieved to find that they treated me well, valuing the service I gave them.

  To be continued . . .

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