I'm Stan, and was a fourteen-year-old Boy Scout when I began to suck cock. That was before the Boy Scouts allowed gays, and I thought I'd be kicked out. If that had happened my parents would have found out and my Dad would probably kick me out of the house. They were very religious, and to them Christianity meant hating gays, even if they were your own kids.

Anyway, I wanted to suck cock for much of my youth but didn't dare act on my desires. I just fantasized about them while I jacked-off. Boy Scout campouts were tough on me. Being surrounded by all those horny boys made me nearly constantly think about sucking cock. I was like a kid in a candy shop who couldn't have any!

On one campout I had Mark and Jim in the same tent with me. We awoke before most of the others and I stayed in my sleeping bag playing with myself, thinking about all the cocks nearby. Jim went out to take a leak and Mark pushed down his sleeping bag, exposing his hard cock, which he stroked as I watched with great interest.

I stroked myself harder as I watched, and then Mark noticed me watching and said, "You want it – go right ahead."

In my aroused state I wasn't thinking rationally – it was like some sort of erotic trance, like I was watching from outside my body. I slipped out of my sleeping bag and took hold of Mark's cock and began to stroke it as my head drew closer. Soon he was in my mouth and Mark urged me on, telling me not to stop because he was so close ...

"What the –" I heard as Jim came back. It was too late – he had already seen me sucking Mark, who was so close and I wasn't thinking clearly. I just continued sucking until Mark came, and then I fell back into my sleeping bag, savoring my very first taste of cum! It was strong and very different tasting, but I loved it from the start and vowed to get a lot more. I swallowed as Mark thanked me and said it was great, and it dawned on me that I was now "out" to not only Mark, but Jim as well.

"Let's just keep this to ourselves," I requested, "I could get thrown out for this."

"I'll keep your secret," said Jim, "As long as you suck me too." He climbed over and knelt over my head, bringing his cock to my mouth. I opened, and he entered. I sucked him as he stroked in and out of my mouth while Mark watched with interest.

Soon Jim filled my mouth with his cum, and pulled out, dribbling a little cum on my cheek. I just lay there and enjoyed the bliss of finally sucking cocks!

None of us spoke of it the rest of the morning, but that evening Jim and I were sent to find more wood for the campfire.

While searching, Jim took a leak and kept his cock out afterward. "You're welcomed to this if you like," he said. Seeing nobody around, I dropped to my knees and sucked him. He only took a few minutes to cum, and I enjoyed the manly flavor once again. As I was getting up, I heard a stirring nearby and called out, "Who's there?"

There was a sudden rustling and I saw a younger boy running away. I couldn't tell who it was or what he had seen, but I was rightfully worried about what might happen. Jim and I quickly gathered up wood and returned to camp. After dinner we sat around the campfire and one of the kids said, "I think we may have a problem – Stan is a faggot and that's not allowed."

I felt like crawling into a hole, but before anyone else could speak, Mr. Gibley, the Scout Master said, "Now that's not a word as Scout should ever use – and how do you know this?

"I saw him sucking Jim," said the kid, "So that proves it!"

Mr. Gibley turned to Stan and asked, "How about it Stan, are you gay?"

"No sir," I insisted, "I'm not gay – I was just trying to help."

"Well, you see," replied Mr. Gibley, "A perfectly good explanation – we should be careful before jumping to conclusions!"

"You mean it's okay?" asked Lee, the son of my church's pastor.

"You might want his help sometime yourself," he said, "Let's not be too quick to judge. Now let's not talk about this anymore."

I couldn't believe how this just went. I was sure I was on the verge of being thrown out, but Mr. Gibley made it sound so honorable – almost like something I could get a Merit Badge for! I smiled at the thought of proudly wearing a cocksucker merit badge.

Throughout the rest of the campout, nearly every boy "asked for my help" and I was glad to assist. All but Lee, that is. I even went to him and offered to help but he shot back, "You'll burn in hell, faggot." I just backed off, hoping he wouldn't cause trouble, but knowing he could cause a lot if he wanted to.

After the campout I continued to blow some of the boys, who all appreciated my "help." I saw Lee in church, but he just kept his distance but didn't say anything. I was afraid he would tell his father, who might talk to my parents about it.

Then one day Lee called me and asked if I could come see him. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but thought it had something to do with my sucking, so I agreed to see him.

"I'm sorry I was so nasty to you, Stan," he said when I arrived.

"Well, I'm glad you at least kept my secret," I replied, "You didn't tell anyone else, did you?"

"Well, I did tell my Dad," he said, and my heart sank.

"How did he react?" I asked.

"He said there was a lot of debate about gays among the clergy, and he felt it was best not to judge," Lee answered.

"The more I thought about it, it seemed like you were doing something really nice – certainly nothing at all sinful," he continued.

"That's how I see it," I said, "All the guys I've helped really appreciate it."

"Would you still be willing to help me?" asked Lee.

"Sure," I said, "Now?"

Lee just unzipped and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He was pretty average in size but had a hair-trigger. He had just entered my mouth when he started to shoot! I never had experienced anyone cumming so quickly. He had a really big load and I had to swallow quickly to keep it from running out of my mouth.

Suddenly Lee had a change of heart, and said, "Get out of here, you faggot!"

Shaken, I quickly got up and left, completely surprised by Lee's reaction.

For the rest of the day I worried about Lee making trouble for me. I thought I was doing something really nice for him and couldn't understand his turning against me like that.

I blew a couple of my friends and was relieved that they were always in a great mood afterward.

The next day I got a call from Lee, who apologized for yesterday and asked me to come over again. I was unsure, but curious to hear what he had to say, so I went to his place.

"I'm really sorry about what I said to you yesterday," he began.

"It sure caught me by surprise," I said, "I thought you liked it."

"I did," Lee continued, "It was great – it's just that when I came I felt this horrible rush of guilt."

"Guilt?" I asked.

"Yes," replied Lee, "I suddenly felt like I'd done something horribly wrong and felt really ashamed. I lashed out at you, and really shouldn't have."

"Would you like my help again?" I asked.

"Would you?" responded Lee, apparently surprised that I would.

"If you promise not to be rude to me afterward," I said.

"I promise," said Lee, "I know you do wonderful things, and I won't be nasty anymore."

I dropped to my knees, awaiting Lee's cock, which soon was in my mouth. This time he lasted nearly a minute before shooting. Once again it was a big load, which I eagerly swallowed.

I pulled back and swallowed, saying, "You doing okay?"

"Thanks," said Lee, "But you better go now."

That was definitely and improvement over last time, but it seemed like Lee had another change of heart after he came. I hadn't experienced that before, but realized that it was his problem, not mine, and took my leave.

I didn't hear from Lee for the next few days, but did see him in church, where he smiled at me. He was a junior deacon and participated in part of the service. After the service was a social time, when everyone gathered for soft drinks and snacks. Lee approached me and said, "I really appreciate your help, but you know I have this problem, that I hope you can help me work through."

"How can I help?" I asked.

"Well, but continuing to do what you do so well, and – well –" he paused.

"Well what?" I asked.

"Would you pray with me?" Lee blurted out.

I was shocked by such a request but agreed. Lee led me to his father's office and shut the door. We sat in chairs next to each other and he took my hand and said, "Let us pray."

I listened in silence as he whispered, "Heavenly father, bless Stan for the work he does for others, and please help me to overcome these terrible guilt feelings."

He said a few other things I don't remember, and then we both said "Amen".

Lee thanked me and said he hoped that I would continue to help him as he worked through his problem. I told him I would.

Later that day Lee called me and asked if he could come over. I agreed and he said he needed my help but there were people at his house. I took him into the garage where we would have some privacy. I got on my knees and Lee unzipped, but before I could suck him he told me to wait.

I paused with his cock just inches from my face as Lee put both hands on my head and said, "Heavenly father, bless Stan and the work he is about to do, and help me to accept it graciously, Amen"

That was the first time anyone had prayed over my blowjob, but I didn't mind. In a way, it kind of made giving a blowjob kind of like some sort of sacrament!

I took Lee into my mouth and at first just held his cock in my mouth, not sucking. I wanted him to enjoy it as long as possible, and just gently ran my tongue around his cock head. He lasted a couple of minutes this time and once again gave me a huge load.

Lee held my head close to him as he softened, and then released me and said, "That was really nice."

"Thank you for sharing," I said. That was a first – I had never thanked anyone I blew before, but somehow this seemed appropriate.

Lee zipped up and departed. After that I blew Lee every day, and he always prayed before and I continued to thank him.

I blew most of the other boys in my troop, but I liked blowing Lee the best, and we soon became very good friends. After a couple weeks he had overcome his guilt and credited me for his success.

One day Lee told me that he had confessed getting sucked to his father. I was stunned and asked, "Why would you do that?"

"My father asked if I had reconsidered how I felt about what you do," Lee explained, "I told him that I had and before I knew it I told him everything!"

With a feeling of foreboding, I asked, "How did he react?"

"He said he was glad that I accepted your help, and encouraged me to continue," he said.

I breathed a sigh of relief didn't think about it further. One day I saw Lee's father in our local grocery store and he greeted me, "Hello Stan – nice to see you."

We talked for a few minutes and then he surprised me by thanking me for helping Lee. I blushed red and he said that it was nothing to be shy about – it was a truly wonderful thing. I couldn't believe I was hearing that from a pastor!

It seemed like an awkward situation and I wanted it to be over, when I blurted out, "I'll be glad to help you any time."

He smiled and said he would be in contact. The rest of the day I thought about it. I had never blown an adult before and wondered how different it would be. I expected that his cock would be a lot larger – but would his cum taste the same? How else would it be different?

The following Sunday Lee's father winked at me and asked if I could come back to the church after lunch, and I agreed. When I returned he was the only one there and he locked the front door and led me into the sanctuary. He took me up to the altar and told me to kneel. He unzipped and took out a huge cock. I had no idea how large it was, but it was bigger than any I had ever seen.

He told me to place my lips on the head of his cock like I was kissing it, while he put his hands on my head and prayed, "Heavenly father, bless Stan and this holy joining – may it be the beginning of a blessed relationship."

He told me to open my mouth and he slid in, right to the back of my mouth.

"Now you will feel the urge to gag," he said, "But you must resist it – I won't stay back there long but will repeat this to give your practice. When you feel me there, just try to swallow."

None of the boys I had sucked had cocks that reached the back of my mouth, so this was an entirely new experience, and I wanted to do well. At first, he pushed his cock to the back of my mouth and I tried swallowing, but gagged, and he pulled back. Then he tried again. After a few tries I was able to resist the gagging and kept making swallowing motions, which he encouraged. By now he was holding my head so my nose was in his pubic hair. If his cock were longer it might have gone down my throat, but it stayed right at the back of my mouth.

I realized that I was giving an adult blowjob and felt especially proud of myself. In a few minutes I felt his cock enlarge a bit and he said, "I'm cumming!" and I felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load into my mouth. The only bad part was that he was shooting right down my throat, and I didn't get a chance to taste his cum. He held me there while he finished pumping, and then released me.

Tears were running down my face from the gagging. I was a little embarrassed about crying but he said it was okay. "Have you ever done it that way before?" he asked.

"Never," I said, "But I appreciate your teaching me."

"You did really well for your first time," he added, "And with practice you'll be really good!"

"I hope you will give me plenty of practice," I said. He promised that he would.

From that day forward, I blew the pastor every Sunday afternoon, as I continued to blow Lee every few days.

On the next campout I decided to try to suck all of the boys, as well as our Scout Master, Mr. Gibley. I had been blowing most of the boys regularly since the last campout, but there were some I had not seen since. They were all eager to use my mouth once again, and by noon the second day I had sucked all of them.

I wanted to approach Mr. Gibley, but wasn't quite sure how to do it. I didn't want to just offer him a blowjob, but sure wanted to suck him. I decided on a less direct approach and began by thanking him for coming to my aid last campout.

"I really like scouting and don't want to get thrown out," I added.

"Scouting should be a place where all boys are welcomed," he said, "and it is silly to throw out boys over something so harmless."

"The other boys have been very accepting also," I replied.

"Have you been helping a lot of them?" he asked.

"All of them," I replied.

"All of them?" he asked, "You've been really busy."

"Not too busy to help you out if you want," I said. There, I had essentially offered him a blowjob, but without being terribly forward about it.

"I could really get into trouble for that," he said.

"I sure don't want that," I said, "How could we make sure you don't?"

"Let me think about it," he said, "And I'll get back to you."

After dark, when most of the boys were turning in, Mr. Gibley took me into the woods and I dropped to my knees when we stopped. He unzipped and took out his cock. I couldn't see it in the dark, but didn't have to. I felt my way with my lips and soon he was in my mouth. He was soft at first but as I sucked he hardened, and soon was at the back of my throat. I was looking forward to feeling another adult cock like that. I pressed my head forward, pushing my nose through his zipper as I swallowed repeatedly. His cock remained where it was, but the swallowing movements of my throat were really arousing, and soon he pumped his load down my throat. While I regretted not tasting his load, I felt proud that I could give him such a quality blowjob.

"You really are a great helper!" he said as I pulled back.

We had an entire week for the campout, and I sucked him every night after dark. At the end of the week Mr. Gibley asked me to ride with him in his pickup. The ride home was less than half an hour, but I sucked his cock the entire time. He told me to just gently suck him so he didn't cum while driving, not wanting to lose control of his truck. It was wonderful holding an adult cock in my mouth for so long, and I tried to do my best for him.

Before arriving home, he pulled into a parking lot and told me to finish. He pushed my head all the way down, and by now I could take the head all the way back easily without gagging, and proceeded to give him my usual swallowing, and soon he was shooting his load down my throat.

"Do you like helping boys or men better?" he asked.

"I like both!" I declared, proud to be in demand.

"I know of some other men who would appreciate your talent," he said, "If you can keep it a secret."

"I'd love to help others," I said, "And of course it is completely confidential."

Over the next six months Mr. Gibley introduced me to over a dozen men nearby, and I sucked them all regularly, so nearly every day I sucked an adult and several kids. It was truly a cocksucker's paradise for me!

I just hope that I can continue this as I get older. I'm sure I will take an interest in girls but will never lose interest in helping guys cum!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)