I'm Jimmy, and started sucking when I was twelve. Nobody made me do it – I had wanted to for a long time, but one day I finally got the courage to act on my desires.

I've love motorcycles for as long as I can remember, and Mike, my next door neighbor, had one. He was in his mid twenties but would let me hang out with him, and occasionally would take me on short rides. At first my parents didn't like me on a bike, but eventually they got used to it after I promised to always wear a helmet. Mike was a pretty sensible guy, and they trusted him.

I used to think about blowing guys when I'd jack-off. Usually I'd look at some gay porn and that would be enough inspiration, but then I started to think about blowing Mike. I would cum even more strongly than other times, and soon it became my favorite jack-off fantasy. The problem was that I saw Mike nearly every day, and I found myself wanting to blow him when we were together. As much as I tried, I couldn't put it out of my mind.

One day I asked, "Mike, have you ever had a blowjob?"

He was a bit startled by the question, but after a pause he said, "Sure, it's fantastic – why do you ask?"

I could have told him right then, but I chickened out and replied, "Oh, just curious – I saw it on some porn and wondered what it is like."

Mike continued, "Most every guy would love it, but a lot of girls won't do it – a real shame."

From there we moved on to other things, but the conversation stuck in my head. If guys wanted it, and a lot of girls won't do it, was that on opportunity for me? I knew it was a really gay thing to do, and the few openly gay kids in my school were picked on a lot, so I sure didn't want it generally known. I decided to take things slowly with Mike, because I didn't want to lose his friendship.

A few days later I asked Mike, "Have you ever had a blowjob from a guy?"

"You really are interested in blowjobs – aren't you?" he replied.

I just shrugged my shoulders and he continued, "No, but I hear they give the very best blowjobs."

That would have been a good time to offer to suck him, but I let it pass me by. I couldn't think of a good question to continue the discussion, but the next day it just happened spontaneously.

Mike was wearing his biker leathers and I could see his hard cock clearly. Seeing that gave me the courage to get bolder and I said blurted out, "Looks like you could use a blowjob."

Mike smiled and said, "Would you like to have a closer look?" Unable to speak, I just nodded.

Mike started up his bike and told me to hop on behind him and off down the road we went.

We rode past the houses and down a country road to a small park, where we got off the bike. There were a few picnic tables in the park, but no other people. Mike stood next to the bike, facing away from the road and unzipped. I watched with wonder as he took out his big cock. He was already hard, so he had to struggle a bit to get it out, but once he did, I was struck with wonder! At twelve, my cock was puny, but I knew I would get bigger as I grew, but Mike's cock was huge.

I couldn't take my eyes off it and I felt drawn to it. Without stopping to think, I dropped to my knees before him and looked closely at his cock, just inches from my face. Mike smiled and stepped closer, bringing the tip of his cock to my lips. My lips parted, taking him in, and it was a feeling like I couldn't have imagined! It was thrilling to have Mike's cock in my mouth, but it also seemed to fit wonderfully, despite it's size.

I just held it there for a short time, but then I realized that I should start sucking. I moved my tongue around and Mike told me to feel the shape of his cock with my tongue and get to know him from the way he felt in my mouth. I explored his cock's shape and wondered if everyone was different, but for now I was content to just suck Mike.

Mike instructed me as I sucked, and I did what he said, wanting to be the best sucker I could be. After one a couple of minutes he said, "Here it comes!" and I felt his hot seed squirting from his cock. It was really strong tasting – unlike anything I had ever tried, but I was thrilled that he gave it to me.

New to all this, I wasn't sure what to do, but just held his load in my mouth, along with his cock until he stopped pumping and pulled out.

"It's safe to swallow," Mike said, "But you can spit it out if you want."

With such a strong taste I could understand why some might spit, but I didn't want to waste Mike's precious gift to me and swallowed. I stood up and asked, "Did I do alright?"

"Sure," said Mike, "How long have you been sucking?"

"This was my first time," I said.

"Wow!" said Mike, "You did really well for the first time – how did you like it?

"It was great!" I replied, "I've been wanting to do it for a long time and I'm glad you gave me the chance."

"I thought you might have been working up to that from your questions," said Mike.

"Do most people swallow?" I asked.

"Most girls spit – in fact some won't let guys cum in their mouths," answered Mike, "But I think most guys who suck swallow, which is a lot better."

I was glad I chose to swallow, and decided that I would continue to do so.

Mike told me that I was welcomed to suck him whenever I want and I asked how often he would like it.

"How about once a day for now?" he asked, and I agreed to visit him every day after school and blow him.

After all this time I was truly thrilled to be sucking Mike and made a point of doing my best for him every day. I began to wonder what it would be like to suck other bikers and wondered if others would be as good about it as Mike was.

One day I asked, "Do other bikers get blowjobs from guys?"

"I don't know for sure," Mike replied, "But they probably do – would you like to blow some of my friends?"

"Could you arrange that?" I asked eagerly.

"Probably," Mike said, “Let me ask around.”

The next day Mike had two biker friends, Tom and Lee over and I blew both of them and then Mike.

They all said I was a pretty good cocksucker, which really made me feel great. "Do you think others would like my work?" I asked.

They all agreed that others would – maybe even all of their group. The next day Mike said that they had a brief discussion and the leader of their group suggested that I could be their club cocksucker if I wanted.

I couldn't agree fast enough and wanted to get started. Mike told me that they had a meet next Saturday, but until then I'd have to content myself with blowing him and a few friends.

I thanked him and told him I would always give his cock priority – after all, I was really indebted to him!

On Saturday Mike took me to the home of the biker club leader. We went into the back yard, which was all fenced in and all Mike's biker buddies were there, drinking beer. There were two hot girls there, dressed in string bikini bathing suits that showed of their charms well. Some of the guys were looking at them and rubbing their crotches.

Mike introduced me to Steve, the leader, who called all the other bikers around. "This is Jimmy," he began, "Our club cocksucker, and today we'll initiate him by feeding him our loads!"

The guys all cheered and Steve unzipped and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and started to suck as Steve told the two girls to fluff the guys waiting. I didn't know what a fluffer was, but the girls seemed to know. The other bikers formed two lines behind the girls and took out their cocks. They stroked the guys to erection, though most didn't need much stroking. I later learned that the purpose of fluffing was to get the guys ready to cum, so they wouldn't take too much time – not hogging the cocksucker to themselves.

It worked out really well for me too. Once Steve came and I swallowed, one of the guys being fluffed took his place. He was so ready that it took less than two minutes for him to cum, and then the first guy in the other line came forward. They alternated, coming from the two lines until I had blown them all. There were twelve in all and by the time I was done my stomach was feeling queezy, and I felt like I would throw up.

I sure didn't like this, and thought it would be really disrespectful if I threw up all their cum. I told Mike how I felt and he said, "Twelve is probably your limit – for now."

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Just sit down and don't move around much," Mike said, "Give your stomach time to process all that cum.

I did and began to feel a little better. I felt really proud to have sucked the whole group, but ashamed that I was having trouble keeping their loads down.

They were grilling some burgers and brats and one of the girls brought me a brat and said, "have something to eat and it will help your stomach – did you like the taste?"

"I sure do!" I confirmed, "Don't you ever do it?"

"No," she said, "Most girls won't, which is why I suppose the guys appreciate you!"

I really didn't know why girls didn't like to suck but that just made it better for me – I'd be glad to suck anyone who wanted it!

After a few hours my stomach felt fine again and some of the guys were ready for another, so I blew them a second time.

Mike took me home and said all the guys now had my cell phone number and would get texts from the other bikers when they needed a suck, and that I'd be riding along with them regularly now.

I couldn't be happier about my situation. Not only was I sucking Mike, but his friends. I was able to suck every day, sometimes several times. On top of that I got to ride along with Mike and his friends, which almost always ended with a group blowjob. One day we stopped at a biker bar where other bikers hung out. Even though I was under age they took me in, but I had to have a coke while they had their drinks. Some of the other bikers were curious about why I was with them, and they told him I was the club cocksucker. That caught their interest and they wondered if I would blow them. Mike told them that it was up to me and asked if I was interested.

"Sure," I said, "But where would I do it?"

"Let me ask the bar tender," said Mike.

The bar tender came up to me and asked, "You the cocksucker?"

I nodded and he continued, "You can suck right here if you blow me too."

I agreed and he returned led me to the bar and made an announcement, "Free blowjobs at the bar – form an orderly line."

Guys began to approach and I dropped to my knees. The first time I blew all the bikers in the club my stomach was uneasy, but after a few weeks I could swallow all that cum easily. I presumed that experience was increasing my limit. I didn't know how much I could swallow, but there were clearly a lot more guys today. I was thrilled about all the cocks waiting for me. The first few guys were from other biker clubs, but all of Mike's guys were there also. As I sucked each guy I counted as I swallowed. The guys back in the line had their cocks out and were stroking them, so when they got to me, they were already hard. They came quickly and then the next guy took their place. I was at seventeen swallows and still felt just great!

With each additional cock I worried that I might be approaching my limit and I sure didn't want to bail out early or worse yet – puke. Finally, I got to the last guy, who was number 21. I sucked him with confidence and soon was rewarded for my effort, swallowing gratefully. Now the bartender came out for his turn and as I began to suck him my stomach began to act up. This blowjob might be the most important, because if I pleased this guy, he would probably let me suck there other times as well. I did my best to keep it down as I sucked. When he finally unloaded in my mouth, but I didn't swallow, fearing that the additional cum might be too much.

He pulled out and I got up and sat down. Mike came over and asked, "Are you alright?"

"With the bartenders cum still in my mouth, I mumbled, "I may have swallowed too much."

"Better stop for today," said Mike, and he led me to a more comfortable place to sit.

"Maybe this was too much for you," Mike said.

"No – I loved it," I said, "I just need to get used to this much cum."

"You've more than doubled your limit," Mike said, "So a few more times like this and you'll be able to handle more."

Mike talked to the bar tender who was glad to have me suck there, and said he would spread the word and might have a special suck night for me.

Over the next few weeks as word got around more and more guys would show up just for blowjobs. Saturday night was my blowjob night. The bartender required the guys to buy at least one drink before they could get a free blowjob, but most had several by the time I sucked them. I knew that they were making a lot more money with thanks to my blowjobs, but I was glad to get all that cum. I only got about 20 guys for the first few Saturdays, but then it started to ramp up. After a month I was blowing over 35 guys each Saturday night. I don't know if I still have a limit, but if I do it's beyond 35. I really love all the cum I'm swallowing and hope I can continue for as long as possible.

I still blow Mike and his biker friends whenever they want it – I always give them priority. During the week I get text messages on my phone from guys wanting blowjobs, and I do all that I can. I've swallowed so much cum by now that my stomach is accustomed to it, and I no longer seem to have a limit from swallowing. At this point I am only limited by my physical ability to kneel and suck.

I'm seventeen now, and while some of my guys have moved away, others show up to replace them. I don't know how much longer this will continue, but I'm committed to suck any cock offered to me!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)