I'm Lenny, a thirteen-year-old guy whose first suck experience was a rough one. I'd looked forward to cocksucking for years, but sure got rude awakening when it happened.

Ever since I could cum, sucking was my main jack-off fantasy. I quickly decided to do something about it and started posting on Craigslist and others. Most of my posts were titled "Be my first suck" and it attracted a lot of responses. Unfortunately, they quickly lost interest when they learned my age.

I sure didn't want to wait until I was eighteen, but being a minor made me jailbait. I couldn't blame them for shying away and realized that anyone who will let me suck them is probably a pedophile.

That was okay with me – I had to start somewhere. I waited for months and nearly gave up when I heard from a guy who said he would be glad to teach me. It may have been stupid of me to trust him, but my desire overwhelmed any good judgement I may have had.

The guy lived a couple of miles from me, so I arranged to see him after school the next day.

All throughout school I daydreamed about what it would be like. I'd seen lots of gay porn pics and vids. I read every tutorial I could find on cocksucking. I even practiced some of the techniques I had seen or read about on cucumbers. I was as ready as I could be for a real cock!

After school I hurried home and got my bike. I checked the time – I had a couple of hours before my parents would be home. I hurried, eager to get started. I arrived and was welcomed in. He introduced himself as Mr. Smith – I wondered if that was really his name – no matter – he had to be careful too. He told me to undress, so I did and put my clothes in a nearby chair. He led me into the bedroom and told me to lay on my back on the bed.

I did and he knelt over my head and pressed his cock head to my lips. I was so excited that for a moment I didn't respond, but then I regained my composure and opened my mouth. This was my first adult cock and it seemed enormous. It really filled my mouth, but it felt wonderful in there!

I moved my tongue around and began to apply the techniques I had rehearsed so many times.
He was sitting on my chest, but only lightly. Just the same, I was at his mercy. I kind of liked that – I was his cocksucker, but he decided how long I would suck.

It was exciting – that is, until he said, "We're ready now."

Suddenly everything changed. Two naked guys came in running a video camera. They paused for a close-up of me with a cock in my mouth.

I never signed up for this and struggled to get away. Mr. Smith pulled his cock out and pressed his ass down on my chest – I wasn't going anywhere.

"Let me out of here!" I insisted.

"Now calm down," he said, "We'll teach you more than you learn in school, and you'll learn to love it!"

He introduced his friends as Mr. Jones and Mr. Green – also probably fake as well.

Then the guy who did not have the camera lifted my legs and put a wet finger between my cheeks.
I tried to resist but there was nothing I could do. He worked one finger into my virgin ass, then two. He pressed in as far as he could go and then finger-fucked me. It did feel good, so even though I was a captive I decided to make the best of it. He really seemed to know what he was doing, and it felt great. Then he spread his fingers, opening me up. Next, he slipped in a third finger. He worked the three in and out, spread and then put in another finger.

I was worried that he was about to fist me, but then he pulled out and put my legs on his shoulder. I felt something else pushing into me and realized it was his cock. I was losing my virginity at age thirteen!

The camera guy was covering my rape. It felt like I was really getting stretched, though it didn't hurt. It wasn't a good feeling, just kind of strange. I really didn't know why some guys liked getting fucked.

Mr. Smith began to stroke his cock faster and faster. "I'm getting close!" he yelled, and the camera guy zoomed in on me as he started to shoot his load all over my face. I held my eyes tightly closed throughout my facial. "Make sure you get some good close-up stills," he directed.

When the cock first entered me it felt like an invasion, but now it was beginning to feel natural. He had started slowly but was picking up speed. I lay there helpless – Mr. Smith's cum all over my face – some of it running down my cheek – some beginning to dry on my face.

The cock was now pounding into me faster. The guy made a final thrust as he came, and the remained there for a while. I felt him softening inside me – or at least stretching me less. Finally, he pulled out and said, "That's a fine piece of young ass!"

"Your turn," he said to the camera guy, taking the camera from him. Now I felt the other guy sliding into me. I realized that I like a cock in me rather than being empty. With that recognition I knew that I now liked the fucking!

By now I'd gotten over my anger about being tricked. I still haven't given my first blowjob, but the fucking was an unexpected treat. I didn't care for the facial, and hoped in the future I could swallow the cum.

When the second guy was done fucking me, he pulled out. The camera guy put down the camera and they both stood next to the bed. I was relieved to see they had condoms on and didn't rape me bareback.

"Get the rubbers ready to go," said Mr. Smith, and they left the room.

"I'll let you up soon," he said, "As soon as the cum dries."

In a few minutes he got up and I was no longer trapped. I got up and he told me not to clean off the cum until I got home. I feared I would have a humiliating ride home.

I got dressed but before I left Mr. Jones handed me both condoms. They were tied in a knot and had been washed off from being in my ass. He told me to keep them with me and to check my email after 8pm. I left and rode home, hoping not to see anyone, since I had all that dried cum on my face. I kind of liked it, even if I had to keep it to myself.

I got home and went right to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror it would be clear to anyone who saw me that something was on my face, but few would recognize it. Before I cleaned off, I decided to jack off, thinking about the kinky adventure I'd had. After cumming I washed my face and prepared to see my parents as they arrived home from work.

I had a cum-filled condom in each of my side pockets. I check to be sure they didn't show through the fabric of my jeans.

I watched the clock, eager for 8pm to arrive. I checked my email every 15 minutes or so in case it came sooner. Finally at 8:05 I saw that I had an email from Mr. Smith. I eagerly opened it.

He welcomed me into the world of men, that in the days to come I would be serving a great many men. Already there have been seven requests for me, even though my profile isn't complete. What profile? Why was he talking as if I were just a piece of meat? I wasn't entirely sure I was even going back.

As I read on, he mentioned the many pictures he had of me that he was sharing with men across the country, but I shouldn't be concerned because they all liked boys but kept it secret. Now I WAS beginning to worry. He told me to check out the link he sent me. I clicked on it and a web page opened up that said "NAMBA Profile" featuring my cum-covered face!

It must have been taken right after the cum landed because it wasn't dried or running yet.
Maybe nobody would know it's me. Then I scrolled down and saw my school ID badge with my name and school! Those bastards – how the hell did they get that?

Then I realized that while I was pinned down they could easily go through my clothes and take a picture of my ID. Shit! My name was out there for everyone to see.

I clicked on the picture gallery link and saw dozens of pics of me sucking and getting fucked. I clicked on a link video gallery link, but it said "Video being processed – will be posted in 48 hours."

I knew that the video would be even more incriminating. I just wanted to give a simple blowjob, and now my life is in ruins!

I emailed Mr. Smith back and begged him not to post anything more. He replied that he had to share with other men like him, but if I cooperated, he would make sure that nobody I knew would ever see them.

His meaning was clear – I would have to do what he wanted for him and his friends. Kind of like slavery, but he kind of liked some of what they wanted him to do. He told me to cut open the two condoms I was given and suck the cum out of them, then hold the cum in my mouth as I jacked off.

I went into the bathroom and cut a slit in each condom with scissors. I grew aroused sucking the cum out. Holding the two strong tasting loads in my mouth, I thought about how wonderful the fucking was that produced these loads. I came, catching my own cum in my hand, and quickly licking it up.

I swallowed and returned to my room. I was glad to swallow the cum but had hoped it would be from a blowjob. The whole arrangement seemed to be spiraling out of my control. I just wanted to give a blowjob, but it didn't turn out to be anything like I planned. These guys had pictures and videos of me doing things I never want discovered. Truth be told, I did enjoy it, but since they know my name they could easily expose me!

I decided to go along with them – maybe the next time will be better. I didn't have to wait long – two days later I was ordered to Mr. Smith's after school.

I arrived, hoping for a better time. When I arrived I was directed to undress. Mr. Smith led me into the living room, where a video camera was set up on a tripod, and three other men sat around the room, drinking beer. I recognized Mr. Jones and Mr. Green. The other man was introduced as Mr. Brown, probably fake as well. They each took turns running their hands over my body, handling my cock and balls, and poking fingers up my ass.

When they were done handling me Mr. Smith told me to get on my hands and knees on a plastic tarp on the floor. I took that position and one of the guys put lube on my hole.

I thought I was going to be fucked, but instead Mr. Smith showed me a big funnel and told me to just relax and take it.

I felt him insert the end of the funnel into my ass and he said, "Okay guys, time to unload your beer."

To my horror one of the guys began pissing in the funnel, filling my bowel! I knew I had to go along with it – they had too much on me – but I sure didn't like it!

Mr. Smith said, "You did well – now just relax and take it all."

The second guy emptied his bladder into me and then the third. Finally Mr. Smith gave me his piss. Afterward he told me to tighten my hole ad he removed the funnel. Then he told me to relax as he inserted a butt plug.

"Up on your knees now," he said, "You'll have to keep a tight grip on the plug so you don't leak – if you leak you'll have to lick it up!"

I tightened around the plug ad the men gathered around me. Their cocks were out and soon I had one in my mouth. My belly was bloated with four men's piss, wanting release badly. I forced myself to hold it in as I sucked.

I was glad to be giving a blowjob, but this sure wasn't the way I thought it would be! I tried to focus on enjoying the blowjob, but it wasn't easy with my guts rebelling.

Finally, the first guy came and I relished the strong, manly taste. I swallowed as he pulled out and the next guy entered. I blew each of them while holding in the piss.

After swallowing the fourth load Mr. Smith said, "Get dressed and go home."

"Can I use your bathroom first?" I asked.

"No!" Mr. Smith sternly relied, "Take care of it at home."

Not sure if I could last that long, I horridly got dressed. My pants were really tight with my bloated belly, I walked out the door and got on my bike. The bicycle seat pressed the butt plug into me. I rode home as fast as I could, desperately needing to get to a toilet before I couldn't hold it any more.

I arrived home and rushed into the bathroom. I squatted over the toilet and removed the plug. The piss rushed out, splashing on the seat. I quickly sat down to limit the mess I was making.

I sat there and emptied – it seemed to take forever to expel it all. Finally, I was finished and used a bunch of toilet paper to clean up.

I got up and flushed, only then realized what a mess I had made! I got some liquid soap and rags and hurriedly cleared up the toilet and parts of the floor. I barely had time to finish before my parents got home from work.

By the weekend I saw more content on the website, including a couple of thoroughly humiliating movie of me enduring repeated violations.

It turned out that Mr. Smith and his friends were part of a national organization of men who liked boys. They shared boys like me, and in the month following I served dozens of strangers and grew to like the arrangement.

Mr. Smith told me that it would last until I graduated from high school – After that I would have to find my own guys.

Well, at least I was getting more sex than any other guy in school!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)