I'm Lester, a thirteen-year-old boy with a really unique first-suck experience. I realized at an early age that I liked cocks, and sometimes my friends and I would handle each other's cocks. That stopped when we reached puberty and were able to jack-off because we knew that was gay behavior, and none of us wanted to be labeled gay.

Of course, that didn't change my desires, but I had to redirect them. When I had played with my friends cocks it just never occurred to me to suck them, but as I learned about internet porn and saw blowjobs pictures and videos, I knew I wanted to do it. But with who? I didn't want my secret exposed at school, so I kept it to myself and jacked-off thinking about it.

Once I began to jack-off I found that I really liked it and would usually jack-off three times a day – more if I could find the private time. My usual three times were each morning in the shower, at bedtime (just to help me get to sleep), but my favorite was after school.

After school was my favorite because I could look at internet porn while I stroked. I admired all the cocksuckers who were happily milking the cum out of their guys. I wanted so much to be one of them. At bedtime I would often recall some of the pictures and scenes, but actually seeing them was the best. The only thing better would be the real thing, and that was unavailable to me.

One day my Dad got home early from work and walked in on me jacking-off. He knew I jacked-off because we had talked about it before, and he had just told me to be discreet, and not let Mom know, since she doesn't understand what it’s like to be a guy.

The bad part was that he got a good look at my screen, which showed a cock shooting its load into an open mouth. There was no way I could explain this! To my surprise Dad said, "Sorry to walk in on you – I'll see you later." I'd lost my erection and it took a little while for me to get it up again after being startled by Dad, but I eventually did, and came imagining a cock shooting into my mouth.

It could have been worse – Mom could have walked in on me and she would have really freaked! Both my parents normally get home at 5pm, so I had plenty of time to jack-off before they arrived. I was really glad that Mom didn't come home early and catch me.

I wondered if Dad had actually seen what was on my computer screen. I knew that depending on the angle from which you saw it, sometimes you couldn't tell what was on the screen – maybe that was it and he thought I was jacking-off to straight porn. I decided that it was the most likely explanation.

After dinner Dad asked me to come out to the garage. When we got there, he said, "I wanted to talk with you away from Mom."

"Sure," I said, wondering what it was about.

"Are you gay?" he asked, "I saw what you were jacking-off to."

Then he had seen it. There would be no denying it, and I sure couldn't come up with any excuses right then, so I said, "I don't know – I've never done anything gay but am curious. Am I in trouble?"

"No Lester," Dad replied, "You aren't in trouble, but this is very important – you must be completely truthful with me, okay?"

"Sure," I replied, now really wondering what this was all about.

"Do you really want to suck cocks?" Dad asked, "Are you more than just curious?

"Yes," I said, looking down at the floor in shame, "I really do want to suck."

"Is there a particular person, or don't you care who you suck?" he asked. This was getting a little strange.

"No particular person," I replied.

"Would you like to suck a lot of cocks?" He asked. Now this was getting really weird!

"Dad!" I replied, "Do I have to tell you?"

"Please Lester," Dad returned, "This is really important." I couldn't see why.

"Yes," I said, still hanging my head, "I suppose I would like to suck a lot of cocks."

"I'm glad to hear that," said Dad, "But it’s important that you don't let anyone at school know – or Mom."

"I don't mess around with anyone at school," I said, "In fact I'd never done it yet, and have been trying to figure out how to find someone to suck safely."

"We can help each other," said Dad, "But you must promise to keep this completely between us – especially from Mom – she would kill me if she knew."

"Sure," I said, kind of relieved – I guess we both had big secrets.

"Lester," Dad began, "I'm very ashamed to admit that I have a gambling problem, but I've been going to a support group to get over it."

"Gee Dad," I replied, "I never thought something like that could ever happen to you, but I'm glad you're working on getting right."

"There's just one problem," Dad said, "I owe a lot of money to some tough people who insist on being paid back, but I don't have the money."

"You mean people like the Mob?" I asked.

Dad nodded and said, "Something like that, but they offered me a way out."

"They said that if you were queer they would let you work off my debt," he explained, "But there was no way I was going to make you do that and turn you gay – but if you already are, maybe it could work."

"You mean I could give blowjobs to get you out of trouble?" I asked, "That sound great!"

"But you could be sucking total strangers, and some may be mean to you," Dad cautioned.

"I think I can handle that," I replied, "I've seen that in videos and might even like it."

"The other thing is that this is highly illegal – both because its blowjobs and because you are under-age. I could get in a lot of trouble if this ever gets out, so you have to be very secretive about it," Dad insisted.

"No problem," I can keep my mouth shut, "But there's just one problem."

"What's that?" asked Dad.

"I've never sucked before," I confessed, "I'm not sure I can do it well."

"I can teach you," said Dad, "Let’s go out back."

We walked into the back yard and Dad led me to a concealed place by some shrubs. He turned to me, unzipped, and took out his cock. I never imagined that I would ever see Dad's cock but I was thrilled. It was way bigger than mine! I dropped to my knees to get a better look and Dad brought the tip of his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in.

"That's good," Dad said, "Now make sure you keep your teeth off it and move your tongue around as you suck."

I did my best to follow Dad's instructions and soon he was moaning with pleasure. He put his hands on my head and began to run his fingers through my hair. "Lester," he said, "You're a really good cocksucker!"

That was wonderful to hear, especially from Dad, but I knew I wasn't finished. I knew that sucking wasn't just about feeling good, but about cumming, so I continued to focus on Dad's cock.

After a few minutes he said, "I'm almost ready to cum, and you might not like the taste, but try to take it, and swallow."

I couldn't imagine how cum could taste bad – I've wanted it for a long time. I redoubled my efforts and soon I felt Dad's cock enlarge slightly and then begin pulsing as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. It was wonderful, but it did have a really strong taste. I could understand why some wouldn't like the taste. I can't say that I really liked it, but it was what I wanted, and I gratefully swallowed. I knew that I'd be swallowing a lot of cum, and even if I didn't like it, I would do it anyway – that's what a good cocksucker does!

I swallowed, and Dad remained in my mouth until he finished pumping, and then pulled out, dribbling a little cum on my chin. "You did really great for your first time," he said.

"Thanks Dad," I replied, "But I'll need more practice."

"I'll give you more," assured Dad, "But you won't need much. Make sure you don't let Mom see the cum on your chin." I quickly wiped it away with a finger, which I put in my mouth.

We went back inside with the agreement that I would blow Dad every day, and then he would take me to meet the guy who wanted me to suck. The next day it was raining so we couldn't go into the back yard. I suggested that I suck Dad in the garage, but he thought it was too risky, since Mom could come out any time. Dad said he would find a way.

Finally, I went to bed without blowing Dad. I didn't feel like jacking-off. I just wanted to suck Dad. In about fifteen minutes Dad came into my bedroom and whispered, "Still awake?"

I rolled over and whispered back, "Sure," as I saw Dad standing by the side of my bed with his cock out. I knew what to do and took him right into my mouth. My skill was growing, because it took less time for him to cum. This time I didn't swallow, but just held his strong tasting load in my mouth. Dad told me I'd done a good job and thanked me as he left.

After Dad left, I stroked my cock while holding his load and was hard almost immediately. I got on my knees in blowjob position and stroked for another minute before cumming. Instead of cumming into tissues, I cupped my hand and shot my load there. I brought it to my mouth and licked it up.

Then I swallowed the mixture of Dad's cum with mine, and drifted off to sleep. This became my normal routine. Dad would come to "tuck me in" and I'd jack-off with his load in my mouth adding mine before swallowing. After two weeks he said I was ready, and he would take me to meet Mike on Saturday.

On Saturday he drove me to a building in the warehouse district to meet Mike. Dad told me that everything would be on a first name basis – they never gave last names. We went inside, and Mike took us into an office, where Mike said he had some questions, and I had better answer him straight. I agreed.

"You like to suck cock?" Mike asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You willing to suck a bunch of total strangers?" he asked, and I nodded.

"You realize that you might be sucking some tough guys who might not be very polite to you?" was next.

"I can handle it," I assured him.

"Finally," he asked, "Do you swallow?" I nodded.

"Good," Mike said, "And you'll have to swallow no matter how bad it tastes." I agreed.

"You are to do whatever they tell you to do," Mike instructed, "They won't fuck you – they know that's off limits, but some may humiliate you."

"I can take it," I said.

"I will need you to work for me every Friday and Saturday nights, with some work other times," he continued, "It will probably take about six months to work off your father's debt."

I agreed, and he said I must be a darned special son to do this for his father. Finally, he said, "Before you go, I need to see what you can do." He whipped out his cock and I dropped to my knees and took him in. His cock was a little bigger than Dad’s but had a really big mushroom head which nearly filled my mouth. With little room to move my tongue around I did my best and traced the contours of his mushroom head as I sucked. Soon he blasted his load into my mouth. It was strong tasting, and a little different from Dad's, but I still liked it and swallowed immediately."

Turning to my Dad, he said, "You got a great little cocksucker here! I hope you realize what a special kid you got here."

Dad took me home and he said that he would tell Mom that he got me a job helping out in a local grocery store – she should buy that story because she likes the idea of my taking responsibility.

Dad told Mom, and she accepted the cover story without question, so everything was on track. On Friday night Dad drove me to work. He said the location would change a lot, and that Mike gave him the address. We stopped at a house and Dad said, "You'll be working a poker game – be polite and do your best!" I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Mike greeted me and invited me in.

Mike took me to a room where there were six other guys sitting around a big table with poker chips and cards. "This here is Lester," Mike said to them, "He'll be taking care of you tonight."

They all said hello, and Mike took me into the next room. There was a couch and a TV, which Mike turned on. "Get naked kid, and be ready whenever you are needed," he said, "You can watch TV while you're waiting. The bathroom is through that doorway. Any questions?"

"No sir," I replied. Mike left, and it sounded like the poker game resumed. I undressed and laid my clothes on an end table. I sat naked on the couch and channel-surfed while I waited for my first job. One of the poker players came in and unzipped. I got on my knees before him and he took out his cock. He was smaller than my Dad, but still a lot bigger than me, and I sucked him eagerly. I knew that guys all thought that cock size was important, so I decided that I would try to make every guy I sucked feel like I liked his cock the very best.

It didn't take long for him to cum, and I swallowed. The guy pulled out, zipped up and left without saying a word. I thought he should have at least thanked me for my work. I was a little bummed out about that but kept it to myself. It was a nice blowjob just the same.

I sat watching TV and began to play with myself. Soon I was hard and began to stroke, when the next guy came in. He saw my hard little cock and said, "I'm glad you are eager for this – I know you'll do a great job!'

I felt a little uneasy about getting caught stroking, but I guess it was okay. I dropped to my knees and gave him my best. This guy was really huge, and I could only take about half of him into my mouth. I put my hand on the rest of his cock and stroked him as I sucked. It was kind of a combination blowjob and handjob, but it seemed to work, and soon he rewarded my efforts. I swallowed as he pulled out and said, "That's the best blowjob I've had in ages!"

I didn't know how he could fit his enormous cock back into his pants, but he did. He zipped up and left. I felt wonderful from the praise I had received. It was clear that there were many types of cocks and there may be a variety of blowjob techniques, so I resolved to see what I could learn on the internet on Saturday.

I sat back on the couch and stroked. I was careful not to cum, but just remained hard because the guys seemed to like me that way.

The next guy came in a little later and also notices my hard cock. "You must really be eager to suck," he said.

"Yes sir!" I replied as I got to my knees. The cock he presented was different from any other. Instead of a cock head there was a lot of skin that bunched up at the end. I didn't realize that he was just uncut. I was there to suck, so that's what I did. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Without a cock head to focus on I wasn't sure what to do. I felt him get a little harder, but then he pulled out. I was afraid I wasn't doing it right, but he just said, "Let me get it ready for you," and he stroked it, and soon some of the skin pulled back exposing the head.

I opened my mouth and took him in again, this time focusing on the newly-exposed head. He began moaning loudly and his cock hardened quickly. Now I was back in business! I ran my tongue all over his cock head and soon he pumped his hot load into my mouth. He pulled out and said, "Kid, you really know your way around a cock!" I smiled as I swallowed.

I heard the other guys applaud as the guy I just sucked returned. I heard one comment that they could hear him moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I knew it wasn't quite that loud but did feel good about him liking my work so much.

I heard one of the other guys say, "I better get mine before the kid gets tired."


A couple other guys sounded like they agreed, and soon three of them came into the room. I got to my knees as they approached and they all unzipped and took their cocks out. I opened to receive the first one to approach my mouth, while the others stood on either side. I could only suck one at a time but took the other two in my hands and fondled them.

The guy I was sucking came quickly and pulled out. I swallowed and received the next one. I sucked him while fondling the last guy. The guy I sucked put his hands on my head and began pumping in and out of my mouth. This was new to me and a little frightening at first. I later learned that it was called a "face fuck" and really grew to like it because it was very easy for me, since the guy I sucked did all the work. In addition, it was kind of like an oral rape, and that really turned me on. Soon he pulled my head close to him and said, "Take that you cocksucking faggot!"

He wasn't really big, but now reached almost to the back of my throat. I could barely feel his cum shooting out as he pumped out his seed. He pulled out and left me alone with the last guy. I could tell from fondling him that he was small. He probably wouldn't want the other guys to know how small he was. I did my best to make him feel like I loved his cock the best. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him close, keeping his small cock in my mouth the entire time. I actually found him easy to suck because there was plenty of room in my mouth to move my tongue around. I did my best for him and soon I felt his little cock pulse as he gave me his load. What really surprised me was the size of his load – it felt like twice as much as any of the other guys – I decided that I really liked blowing him and hoped I would be servicing him again.

As he pulled out, I quickly swallowed and said, "Thank you, Sir – I'd really like to suck you again."

As he zipped up, he said, "I'll see if I can arrange that." He left, but before I could get up Mike came in. "A good host let's his guests go first," he said, "It's my turn now – I hope you haven't run out of steam."

I didn't quite understand that odd comment about steam, but just said, "I'm ready, Sir!"

I opened my mouth and took him in. I recognized the familiar feel of his cock in my mouth and moved my tongue around as he moaned. It only took a couple of minutes, but soon he came in my mouth. I swallowed when he pulled out. "You doin' okay?" he asked.

I nodded and asked, "Sir, who was the last guy I sucked?"

"That was Joe," Mike replied, "I hear he's a real stud – I guess he impressed you." I nodded.

"I'll give him your contact info if you like," he continued.

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

"Get dressed kid," Mike said, "Then we'll talk."

The poker game was breaking up as I got dressed. Once dressed I sat on the couch with the TV off, waiting for Mike.

Mike returned and sat next to me. "Lester, I think you're gonna work out good," he said.

"Thank you, Sir," I said, "I try to do my best."

"You sure impressed my business associates," he said, "I think you are ready to be a professional." That sounded very impressive, and I felt really proud.

"How do you feel?" Mike asked.

"Great!" I replied.

"What about your belly?" he asked, "Any queeziness?

"Just a little," I said, "But I'm fine."

"You swallowed seven adult loads tonight," he said, "Ever do that many before?"

"No," I acknowledged, "But am eager to do more."

"You did great for a beginner, kid," assured Mike, "But you're close to your limit. You're not used to swallowing that much and when you swallow too much you'll puke it back up."

"I sure don't want that!" I said.

"Tomorrow night you'll be working a Glory Hole," he said, "You might get more than you can handle, so I'll have something for you to spit in – if you feel like you can't take any more you can spit it out. With practice you'll be able to take more."

"Okay," I agreed, "I hope to take more soon."

"You will, Lester," Mike said, "I'll make sure you get lots of practice."

Mike got out his cell phone and called my Dad to come pick me up. I gave him my cell number and he put it in his phone and said he would give it to Joe as well.

Dad asked me how my work went and I told him it was great – I didn't think he wanted a blow-by-blow run down. I told him I would be working a Glory Hole tomorrow and he didn't know what that was, so I would have to Google it. Dad visited me at bedtime and I sucked him as usual, but now was a bit more practiced. He didn't last long and I eagerly took his load. After he left, I got in my usual blowjob position. I knelt on my bed and jacked-off into my hand. I licked up the load and swallowed, only to find my stomach rebelling! I felt like I had to puke but held it down. I lay on my bed, afraid to move. I drifted off to sleep and felt better in the morning.

I went to the bathroom and had a really loose bowel movement. It must have been from swallowing all that cum. It wasn't very pleasant, but it if was the result of cum swallowing it was fine with me! I showered and had breakfast.

After breakfast I rushed to my computer to do some research. First I googled "swallowing large volumes of cum" and got a bunch of hits, most of which were porn sites. I visited a few of them and bookmarked them, but what I was really looking for was information. I read a number of blogs and they seemed to agree that beginning cocksuckers often are limited to swallowing about a dozen loads in close succession, but with practice are often able to double or triple that amount.

I had swallowed less than that, but I was a kid swallowing adult loads, and Joe's load probably would count as a double, so it seemed about right. As I read more I found that some suckers claimed to no longer have a limit – I hoped that I could achieve that!

Then I Googled "Glory Hole" and loved the pictures of cocks coming out of holes for suckers to service! What an incredible invention! I wondered where I could find some. As I read the blogs I learned that they used to be very common, but most public ones had been closed after police raids – what a terrible shame! I read that most modern Glory Holes were private – some by individual cocksuckers and some by private clubs. I read stories about guys sucking at glory holes and really got aroused.

Next, I Googled "uncut cock", remembering the one guy from last night. I eagerly read about how to suck such cocks and learned that the key was to work the tip of my tongue into the foreskin to reach the enclosed head. Then stimulating the head, the foreskin would pull back and give full access to the head.

Finally, I Googled "learning to suck" and found a couple articles that gave detailed instructions on blowjob techniques. I read with great interest, noting a few techniques I would try tonight. I bookmarked the pages to come back to later.

I couldn't believe how much I had learned just sitting there. I don't know how cocksuckers ever learned what to do before the internet – I guess someone had to show them.

That night my father drove me to a strip club. He pulled around the back and told me to knock four times on the back door and they would let me in – they were expecting me. Dad told me to call him when I was done, and he would come pick me up.

I nervously walked to the back door and knocked – eager for my first Glory Hole experience. A guy let me in and took me to the owner's office. His name was Ben and he welcomed me. "You know about Glory Holes?" he asked.

I nodded and said that I'd never worked one before but looked forward to it.

"You're gonna get a lot of cum," Ben explained, "Some guys can handle it, but Mike says you are new at this, but talented. He told me to give you a bucket to spit in. You can swallow all you want, but spit before you have too much – got it?" I nodded.

"Now kid," he continued, "That's really important – you may be a cum pig, but I don't want you puking in here, so spit BEFORE you pass your limit – got it?"

"I will, Sir," I said, "I'll do my best for you and hope you will want me back."

"We'll see," said Ben, "I've been using a couple of old women. They are too old to work tricks, and they aren't very reliable – I'd much rather have someone I can count on."

I resolve to be his preferred cocksucker. Ben took me down a hallway and opened a door to what appeared to be a closet. As I looked inside, I could see it was dimly illuminated by a small digital clock with red numerals. There was a pillow on the floor below a hole in the wall. Next to the pillow was a small bucket.

"We'll open the hole in a few minutes and you suck for 45 minutes, then get 15 minutes off to rest, he explained, "You'll work a three-hour shift, then clean out your cum bucket in the men's room and come see me. Remember to use the bucket before you need it – no puking!"

It was five minutes to seven and Ben left me in the room and closed the door. I knelt at the hole, eager for my first cock. Soon a cock came through the hole and I quickly took him in. As I sucked, I realized that this was fantastic. Because it was anonymous, I could be blowing nearly anyone. The cock was almost fully hard when presented to me, and in only a few minutes he came – probably aroused from the strip show. I had no idea what strip shows were like, but I imagined that it left a bunch of guys really horny!

He pulled out and almost immediately another cock came through. I sucked him, and he came in minutes. That was my second load. I kept count because I wanted to know how many loads were my limit. The next cock came through very quickly as well. I realized that the guys must be standing in line. I lost no time in getting busy, and soon he came as well. I was so busy I wasn't watching the clock. When I swallowed my tenth load, I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:28. That was less than three minutes per blowjob. I wasn't sure if it was my talent or the horniness of the guys, or maybe a combination of both.

While I was sucking the next guy my belly started to feel funny. I knew that feeling and knew that I might have trouble swallowing soon. When he came, I wanted to swallow, but I recalled how adamite Ben was about no puking, so I reluctantly spit it out. I decided to spit until break time, then resume swallowing after the break.

The cocks just kept coming – and cumming! I sucked each to completion, then quickly spit into the bucket. Another cock was ready for me immediately. I was on cock number fourteen when a chime went off, signalling my break time. I heard a voice say, "That's all for now, guys, we'll start up again in fifteen minutes.

"Oh man!" I heard the guy I was sucking say. But I continued to suck him and soon he came. "Thanks! You're the best," he whispered through the hole.

I got up and left the room. As much as I loved sucking, it was great to stretch my legs. I found the men's room and took a leak. I heard a couple guys talking about me.

"I hear they got a new cocksucker," one said.

"Is it a gal or a guy?" another asked.

"I think it's a guy," replied the first, "They seem really eager for cock."

"I don't know if I want my dick sucked by some faggot," said another.

"Why not? They do the best work!" replied the first.

I resolved to try to give everyone I sucked the best blowjob of their life. I resumed sucking and the next two hours were a continuous series of horny cocks. The only difference was that I couldn't swallow ten loads before spitting – I had to stop after five or six.

As the end of my shift approached I did swallow the last two loads. I was taking a risk but felt like I could handle it. At the end of my shift I went to the men's room to empty the cum bucket. I was tempted to chug it all but thought better of it. I dumped it out and rinsed the bucket, sorry to waste all that cum.

I returned to Ben's office and he greeted me, saying, "You sucked more cocks than any of the bitches I employ – I think I'll keep you on." He handed me a fifty dollar bill and thanked me.

"You also do a better job," he said, “I tried you tonight – and no puking either." I went outside to enjoy the fresh air and call Dad for a ride home."

I told Dad all the he wanted to hear about work, and that I'd probably be coming back. I hoped that my limit was growing. I swallowed 20 loads tonight, but not all at once. I gladly swallowed Dad's load when he tucked me in that night but didn't want to press my luck by swallowing mine as well. I drifted off to sleep, a very happy cocksucker.

On Sunday Dad told me that Mike called him and said I was doing much better than expected, and that he wanted to put me in some bigger jobs. Dad asked him to please not put me in danger, and he assured Dad that he would protect me.

Wednesday after Dad got home, he took me to see a doctor that works for Mike. The doctor explained that he was going to examine me and take some tests to make sure I stayed healthy. He shined a light in my mouth and inspected me carefully. He then took a swab of the inside of my mouth for an HIV test, a blood sample and stuck a swab up my ass as well. "I don't do anal," I protested.

"Mike insisted that you have a full battery of STD tests," the doctor explained, "No matter what you say." That was all the explanation I needed and went along with it.

The next Friday night Dad drove me to Mike's office, saying, "Mike will take you to your work site – it's an important job, and I hope you'll do well.

Dad dropped me off at Mikes and then left. I entered, and Mike greeted me.

I got into Mike's car and he asked me, "Ever suck black cock before?"

"A couple last night were black," I replied.

"Tonight you are going to be sucking a group of black guys having a bachelor party," Mike explained, "This is a very important job because they paid a premium to have you."

"To have me?" I asked.

"Well, not you exactly," Mike clarified, "But a young white boy. Once word gets out about you I'm sure there will be a lot of requests."

"I’ll do my best for you," I said, "Anything special I should know?"

"They are likely to be really big," Mike replied, "Can you suck monster cocks?"

"I've had a few," I said, "And they always left happy."

"Just keep that up and you'll do fine!" assured Mike, "And remember – no fucking!"

"Why no fucking?" I asked.

"Too risky," replied Mike, "You are too valuable to me to risk. I can't trust guys to always use rubbers, and if they do ya bareback it could be fatal."

"What if they insist?" I asked, "I'm just a kid and can't exactly fight 'em off."

"You shouldn't have to," Mike said, "They know if the fuck you they'll have to answer to me."

I wasn't sure what that meant but I reminded myself that Mike was a mobster – not someone you wanted to cross. I was sure glad he was on my side.

He drove me to the hotel where the bachelor party was and said, "Tyrone is your host – meet him in the Heritage room."

I left and stopped at the concierge desk, where they directed me to the Heritage room. It was a small private room with a spread of food and a bunch of black guys – I counted nine in all. One of them approached me and introduced himself as Tyrone.

"I've never done a bachelor party before," I said, "How does this work?"

"You can help yourself to some of the food as you meet the all the guests," he said, "In about an hour we'll go up to one of the rooms where you can do your work – sound okay?"

"Works for me, I said, "If you want me to start earlier just let me know."

"You'll be getting your fill tonight," Tyrone said, grinning.

I sampled some of the food. I’d already had supper, so I just ate a little – I wanted plenty of room for cum. After half an hour the guys were anxious for my mouth, and we went upstairs to a room. It was a spacious suite and Tyrone told me undress. As I did, I saw that all the other guys were undressing as well. Tyrone told me to kneel at the foot of the bed, and each guy would come by and introduce their cock to me.

This was new to me, but sure sounded exciting. Each guy came by and put his cock in my mouth and gave his name. I moved my tongue around their heads and brought each to full erection before they pulled out. As the next guy entered my mouth the guy who just left went to a table and drew a card from a deck there. The card they drew determined the suck order. In case of a tie they each drew again.

By the time I had aroused all nine and they had their suck order I felt ready for a break, but they were ready to go, and as a good cocksucker I had to be as well.

All the cocks were bigger than most of the white cocks I'd sucked, but by now I knew how to milk a big one. I sucked three and then the next guy wanted me to suck him while he lay on the bed. He lay on the bed and spread his legs. I knelt between his legs and sucked him. As I did, I felt another guy get on the bed behind me. He put his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them. Next, I felt his mouth against my hole. His tongue pressed into me. I wasn't sure if this was allowed, but it felt wonderful, so I continued to suck without protest. After the guy rimmed me for a while he pulled back and then I felt a lubed finger pressing against my hole. He pushed in and I tightened.

He smacked my ass cheek and said, "Loosen up." I tried to relax, and he slipped a second finger into me. He plunged his fingers in and out, occasionally spreading them apart, saying, "I gotta prep you good so you can take my big dick."

"You can't fuck him, Jamal," said one of the guys, "Tyrone says that's off limits."

"Tyrone's in the can," Jamal said, "I'll be done before he's back"

"That's no good," said the other guy.

I really liked the feeling of his fingers in my ass, but I thought I was gonna get raped, so I pulled back and said, "Stop!"

Just then Tyrone emerged from the bathroom and said, "Damn it, Jamal, I said no fuckin!"

"But he's got a sweet white ass, and he deserves my BBC in it."

"No way, man," said Tyrone, "Big Mike gave strict instructions that there would be no fuckin! When he finds out he'll cut your balls off – and maybe mine too!"

"Fuck Big Mike!" said Jamal, "He'll never know."

"Of course, he will – the kid will tell," said Tyrone.

"Not if we slit his throat," said Jamal, menacingly.

"You're a crazy bastard!" Tyrone said, "Now get the hell out of here before you get us all killed!"

The other guys gathered around Jamal and pulled him away. He was really pissed but got dressed and left.

"I'm really sorry about all this," I said, "I just want to give you guys a good suck."

"It's not your fault," Tyrone said, "That crazy Jamal was high on something and not in his right mind. Come on guys, let's have the time we all planned on."

I sucked the rest of them. Before I got dressed, I asked, "Anyone ready for another round?"

There were none, so they thanked me, and I got dressed. I called for Mike to pick me up and waited in the hotel lobby. While I waited, Jamal approached me and said, "Hey, I'm really sorry about all that – you got such a sweet ass that I really wanted it."

"You made my ass feel great," I said, "But Mike is pretty strict about the rules."

"Could I still get a blowjob?" he asked.

I don't have much time but could do a quickie if you have a place.

Jamal led me into the parking lot, and out to where the hotel trash dumpsters were located. We went behind a dumpster and Jamal unzipped. I dropped to my knees and proceeded to suck him. This was a hot setting, blowing him in public like this – I just hoped I wouldn't get caught.

I sucked, and this felt like the best blowjob of the night. Soon he shot his load in my eager mouth just as I heard someone open the lid of the dumpster next to us. Apparently, he hadn't seen us, so I remained quiet. But as he turned, he saw Jamal and walked over to see me on my knees.

"What the hell?" he said.

"No problem here, kid," said Jamal, "He'll suck you too – just don't make a fuss about it."

He had no right to offer a blowjob, but I was glad to do it. Jamal zipped back up and motioned for the kid to go for it.

I opened my mouth as an invitation and he stepped forward. He was wearing a white apron, which he lifted to unzip and offer me his cock. It was bigger than mine, but the smallest cock of the evening. I sucked him and just as he came, we heard a distant voice, "Hey Tommy, what's taking so long?"

"I'll be right there," the kid yelled back, pulling out of my mouth and zipping up. Without another word, he went running back to the hotel.

I went back to the hotel lobby and waited for Mike. When he arrived I got in his car.

"How did it go?" he asked.

"It went well," I said.

"No incidents?" he asked.

"Just one guy who wanted to fuck me, but Tyrone stopped him and sent him away," I replied.

"That was smart of Tyrone," Mike said.

"Tyrone said you would cut his balls off if they fucked me," I said, "Have you ever really done that?"

"I got a reputation to protect," he said, "You got a reputation as a fantastic cocksucker and I got a reputation as a guy you don't mess with. Let's just say that a credible threat can work wonders."

He'd dodged my question like an astute politician, but I knew it was unwise to cross Mike, and once again was glad he was on my side.

I continued to work the Glory Hole every Saturday night, and sometimes Friday nights. I agreed to working four hours to accommodate increased demand, and Ben paid me $75 each night. That was between Ben and myself, separate from the deal my Dad had with Mike, so I just kept the cash and didn't tell anyone.

Mike booked me at as many black events as he could because they paid handsomely to cum in the mouth of a young white boy.

After four months my father said, "Mike tells me that you have been much more profitable than he had expected, and my debt to him will be paid off after the next big job.

I wondered what it could be, but when Mike drove me to the event, I learned that there was a delegation of Senators and Congressmen meeting at a local hotel, hosted by the Mayor. He said this all had to be especially confidential, and I would be in a special hospitality room and would have to wear a blindfold so I couldn't see who I was sucking. "Why not just use a Glory Hole?" I asked.

"Because they want to see and touch you," said Mike, "But they know the rules."

He dropped me off at the hotel and gave me a room key. "It's room 375," he said, “When you get there undress and stay near the foot of the bed. Each visitor will knock 4 times. When you hear that, kneel at the foot of the bed, facing the door and put the blindfold on. You will stay there until everyone has been serviced. Then I'll call the room and let you know when you're done."

I took the key and went up to the room. I undressed, putting my clothes in a dresser drawer. I took sat on the end of the bed with the blindfold beside me.

Finally I heard the expected four knocks. I got on my knees and put on the blindfold. I heard the door open (my customers must have been given a key) I knelt there silently as they approached.

"Stand up," they said. I got to my feet as I felt them running their hands over me. They pinched my nipples and then moved down my body, and put a hand on each of my ass cheeks. He squeezed my cheeks and ran a finger between them. He thrust a finger into my mouth and I sucked it. Pulling out, he pressed it to my hole and pressed hard, entering me to his knuckle. It hurt but I didn't whimper. He kept his finger in me and fondled my cock and balls, bringing me to erection.

As much as I wanted to suck him, I also wanted to cum, and hoped he would take me all the way.

That wasn't in the cards, because he let go of my cock and pulled his finger out. "On your knees," he ordered and I assumed my usual position. I felt his cock pressed to my lips and opened to receive him. Sucking blindfolded was new to me, and while I didn't need to see to suck, the lack of sight made me focus on the sense of feel alone. I imagined what his cock must look like from the mouth feel. Unlike most of my previous work the guy didn't arrive aroused, so it took longer for me to make him cum. I must have sucked him for 20 minutes before he came. He pulled out and I swallowed.

"Nice mouth," he said as he left, "Thanks kid."

When I heard the door close I took off the blindfold and sat on the bed again.

A few minutes later there was another knock on the door. I knelt and put the blindfold back on. This guy went right for the blowjob, so I was sucking him in less than a minute. He was a face-fucker, which was an especially intense experience blindfolded. He pumped for nearly fifteen minutes before cumming. He pulled out and I swallowed. "Good work," he said, and walked out of the room.

This continued throughout the evening. These were the most difficult blowjobs I'd ever given – all were long with guys not already aroused. Some of the guys liked to touch me all over, like the first guy, but most were just here for the blowjob. It was an especially long evening, sucking fifteen guys in a six hour period. I had no problem swallowing all the cum, since it was spread out over time and my limit was now over twenty.

I was relieved when Mike called my room and told me to get dressed and come down to the lobby. I wasn't sure how well the guys liked me, but when I saw Mike smiling I knew everything was right.

"You got rave reviews," said Mike, "And everyone you blew was a high-roller!" Mike drove me home and explained that I’d finished working off Dad's gambling debts, but he would like me to keep working for him – of course he would pay me, and pay me well. I told him I had to think about it but liked the sound of it.

At home I discussed it with Dad, who reminded me that I was working for a mobster. That didn't bother him as long as I was working off his debt, so why would it matter now? I decided to go for it but did heed one of Dad’s recommendations: my value to Mike is mostly because I'm a kid, and that will change as I grow up, so I need to invest my earnings while I can.

In less than six months I became a truly professional cocksucker!

Special thanks to my online friend, Mike, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)