I'm Ben, a high school sophomore, straight to most of the world but gay at home. For a long time I was a non-practicing gay guy, but thanks to my Mom I now give daily blowjobs at home. My Mom is a teacher at my school. She teaches Special Ed, working with a bunch of special needs students. Special Ed has long had kind of bad connotation, with many of the Special Ed kids being referred to as "retards". Some are, but most are not – they have various learning and behavioral abnormalities, and the schools often put them in Special Ed so they don't disrupt the regular classrooms.

My Mom is very good hearted and has taught me a lot about caring. She started a Peer to Peer program where the some of the regular students could get credit for working one-on-one with the Special Ed students. I participated in this and it really opened my eyes.

A minority of the Special Ed kids would get their high school diplomas and live independently, but most would need help. Some would continue to live with family, while some would go to halfway houses, also known as Adult Foster Care. I lived alone with Mom – my father died in a car accident a few years ago, so I helped out around the house a lot. One day Mom said she wanted to start Adult Foster Care, with one person at first.

We lived in a big house over a hundred years old. It had nine bedrooms, which were all very small, which was common for houses of that time. My father bought the house, intending to knock down some of the walls and make the rooms larger, but he died before he could get started. Mom said that we had room for a number of guests if the first one worked out.

I knew it would be good to have others around the house, since Mom was pretty lonely without Dad. The Adult Foster guests might not be great company, but it was better than an empty house.

Spencer was our first foster guest, and he was not severely disadvantaged – he just didn't talk a lot. He spent a lot of his free time playing video games on the computer. We had parental protection on the web browser to prevent access to porn. Spencer was rather child-like and we felt keeping him away from porn would be best for him.

From time to time Spencer would get agitated and would scare Mom. He was like a child in the body of an adult, and if he threw a tantrum it could be dangerous for all of us.

Spencer had a job at the local Goodwill Store during the day. He would take the bus there in the morning and got home after Mom and I returned from school. I went to talk with Spencer while Mom prepared dinner and was surprised to find him watching porn.

"How did you get to that?" I asked.

"I downloaded another web browser," Spencer replied, "The other one was broken – it wouldn't let me get to some places."

We had never anticipated that, but Spencer was pretty savvy with computers. "This isn't good stuff for you to watch," I said.

"I know," he agreed, "But I like it. You know where I can get a blowjob?"

That really took me by surprise, "No idea, I said."

I hoped that he would forget about it, but he persisted.

At dinner he really freaked Mom out by saying, "I wanna blowjob!"

"Spencer, we don't talk like that around here," Mom said.

"But I want one," Spencer insisted.

"Spencer, you can't continue to stay with us if you keep talking like that," Mom said sternly, "You have to choose."

"I wannna stay here, but I want a blowjob too," he said.

"You can't have both," Mom said, "Now think about it and I'll ask you again later – I hope you make a good choice."

After dinner I talked with Mom privately. She was thinking about calling Social Services and sending Spencer away, but I said, "Let him stay – I'll blow him."

Mom was horrified that I would suggest such a thing. That was when I confessed to being gay and wanting so badly to act on it, but not wanting my secret to get out at school.

"Do you think about blowjobs when you masturbate?" asked Mom. That was an awfully personal question, but I had opened the door, so I just said, "Yes, all the time."

"And it’s something you really want to do?" she asked.

"More than anything," I said, "And it's so frustrating to feel this way and not be able to do anything about it."

"Well, I suppose we could give it a try," said Mom, "But we'll have to keep it secret." Of course, I agreed.

We went to see Spencer and Mom said, "Ben and I have talked it over and decided that you can have your blowjob under certain conditions."

"I really want it," he said, "I'll do whatever you say."

"First," said Mom, "You have to behave yourself. If you behave yourself then you can have a blowjob after dinner. Also, you must keep it a secret – nobody but us can ever know, or they'll take you away and you won't get it anymore."

Spencer quickly agreed and asked when we could start. Mom turned to me and said, "It's up to you."

"How about now?" I replied. I expected to take Spencer into his bedroom, but he just unzipped right there and took out his cock. He may have been child-like, but his cock was definitely adult, and it looked wonderful to me.

Spencer sat in his chair with his legs spread, and I knelt between his legs, taking his cock into my mouth for the first time. The feel in my mouth was truly wonderful – like a cock just belonged there. I ran my tongue all over the contours of his cock, wanting to experience every bit of it. It only took a couple of minutes and Spencer shot his load into my mouth. I immediately fell in love with the strange and strong taste, and so thrilled that I had given my very first blowjob!

I swallowed and got up.

"Now remember what we agreed," said Mom, "You must behave, and this is just our secret"

“I won't tell anyone,” Spencer promised.

Mom took me aside and said, "You really liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes Mom," I answered, "I've wanted that forever."

"I didn't know you were gay," she said, "And didn't know what it was like."

"Did you watch the whole thing?" I asked.

"I know it's a very private thing, and I wasn't going to," she said, "But I was intrigued by how much you seemed to be enjoying it."

"I can see that you're aroused," Mom said, "Why don't you go to your room and masturbate?"

I sure had a wonderful Mom and took her up on it.

From that day forward, I blew Spencer every night after dinner. Whenever he would begin to misbehave, Mom would tell him he'd miss his blowjob and he got right back in line. We never had a bit of trouble after that.

One day Mom asked, "Would you like to blow other guys as well as Spencer?"

"Gosh yeah!" I said, "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of taking on more guests, and they would be no trouble at all with you blowing them," she said.

"They might not all want it," I said, "But I'm sure I can get Spencer to encourage them."

Mom called Social Services and told them she could take more guests and within two weeks we had five more: Roland, Graham, Alexander, Thomas and Lester. Some of the guys jumped at the opportunity for a blowjob, but some didn't understand at first, and I had to show them.

Roland was one who didn't get it at first. "I'm supposed to pee in the toilet," he said to me, "Not in your mouth."

"That's right," I said, "This is not about peeing – it's about something wonderful – you'll see."

That night after dinner we all sat in the living room and they watched me blow Spencer. When it was clear that he had a great time, they all wanted to try, so I blew one right after the other.

Afterward Mom took me aside and asked, "Was that alright? It's a lot more than you've done before."

"I couldn't be happier Mom!" I replied, "You’re the best."

"You better run along and take care of yourself," she said.

We worried about our secret being kept, but the guys seemed to get it, and told nobody. From time to time a social worker would come out to confirm that everyone was alright, and that living conditions were proper. Everything went well, and they told Mom that if she wanted, she could take on a few more.

She told me she really appreciated my help keeping the guys calmed down, and didn't want to burden me, but I told her I could easily do more – blowjobs were easy and very enjoyable.

In about a month we had three more guests, and now I was blowing nine guys every night, and loving every bit of it.

Mom was glad that I could have my gay experiences at home and not risk getting caught someplace, or my secret getting out.

There are times when some of the guys take a long time to cum, and I got tired sucking, but most of the time it works out just fine.

I'm now about to graduate from high school and will begin at a local community college. That way I can continue to live at home and suck all the guys every night. I'm one very contented cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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