I'm Bryan, a thirteen-year-old boy in a dull rural community. Nothing ever happens here and there aren't any kids my age nearby. Without any friends, I didn't learn about sex as early as some, and in fact had never jacked-off -- I didn't even know about it. That is, not until Mike moved in.

Mike was sixteen and became my next door neighbor. We lived next to a State Forest, which was a nearly a thousand wooded acres, and walking through it was about the most exciting thing to do -- until Mike taught me something new.

I took Mike into the woods and before long he asked, "Do you like to jack-off?"

"I don't know what that is?" I said. I must have sounded really stupid, but Mike didn't tease me at all.

"It's wonderful!" he said, "You're old enough to cum, so you really ought to do it."

"What's cumming?" I asked, not realizing how sheltered my life had been

"Cumming?" Mike replied, "It's the most wonderful feeling you can have -- it's what happens when a guy and a gal have sex, but you can do it yourself when you jack-off.

"How do I jack-off?" I asked.

"I'll teach you if you do something for me," Mike replied.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Just suck my cock," Mike said, "Lots of guys do it." I didn't know it at the time, but he was taking advantage of my ignorance. I had no idea that he was trying to turn me gay -- hell I didn't even know was gay was at the time!

"I don't know," I said, "That doesn't sound right."

"It doesn't have to sound right," Mike assured me, "Just suck me a little bit and you'll see."

He told me to kneel and he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was much bigger than mine, and I gazed at it with interest -- I had never seen another guy's cock before.

"Now open your mouth," directed Mike, "And keep your teeth off it."

I opened my mouth and he slipped inside. It actually felt kind of good to have his warm cock in my mouth, and it began to seem okay to suck him. Mike told me how to move my tongue around his cock and I loved the way it felt growing bigger right in my mouth!

Mike told me I was doing a great job and soon he said, "Get ready -- here it comes!"

I didn't know how to get ready, but suddenly something really strong tasting erupted from Mike's cock and I felt the sudden urge to puke. I thought he'd pissed in my mouth, so I pulled back and spit it out.

"No -- don't spit it out!" said Mike, "That's the best part!"

I saw that what I spit out was whitish, so I knew he didn't piss in my mouth. "What is that?" I asked.

"That's cum," explained Mike, "And it's your reward for doing a good job sucking me."

"But it tastes terrible!" I protested.

"That's just the first time," he said, "It's an acquired taste -- the more often you taste it the better it becomes. It's great to swallow and will help make your cock grow."

I was too inexperienced to know that he was handing me a line of bull, so I listened with interest. I still had the taste of his cum in my mouth, and it wasn't so bad any more, so maybe I just needed to try more of it.

"What about teaching me to cum?" I asked.

Mike told me to take out my cock, which was much smaller than his. He took hold of his and squeezed it and I began to harden. This was nothing new to me -- I got hard all the time, but it felt especially good the way Mike was handling me.

Once I was hard her told me to take it and stroke it. If I thought about sexy stuff it helped, and eventually I would feel my climax approaching. I would naturally start to stroke faster and harder until I cum.

"What kind of sexy thoughts should I do?" I asked, once again too inexperienced to know better.

"Well, think about sucking me," he said, "In fact, I'll bet you'd really enjoy jacking-off while sucking me. I stroked myself and it felt good, but nothing was happening.

"Suck me while you stroke," Mike said, and put his soft cock in my mouth. It still had a little cum on the head, so I got another taste -- it wasn't so bad this time.

As I continued to stroke Mike's cock grew once again and I moved my tongue around it, wanting to get my reward, which I wouldn't spit out this time!

"You're doin' really well," Mike said, "I'm getting close."

The anticipation of my reward excited me and I stroked faster and harder. Finally Mike gave me my reward -- it was still strong tasting, but not so bad this time. I felt something take over and began stroking myself harder and faster. It seemed like I might pull my cock right off, and then I climaxed. It was the more incredible feeling. I shot my cum all over the ground in front of me, but swallowed Mikes load.

"Thanks Mike," I said, "That was really great!"

"You can do it any time you wnat," he said, "And we can do it together from time to time."

"I really like that," I concurred, and we agreed to do this every day that we could.

That night at bedtime I thought about sucking Mike and began to stroke. The thought of sucking Mike, and my reward for doing so was really arousing, and soon I felt my climax approaching. I didn't want to shoot my load all over my bed, so I shot my load into my other hand. Then, without even thinking about it, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up my cum. It was nice to taste it again, and I decided that I'd eat my cum each time.

The next morning I saw Mike and asked if I could suck him. He smiled and we both went off to the woods. Soon I was sucking him and stroking my cock. I moved my tongue around, eager to recieve my reward, and soon Mike gave it to me. That was so exiting I came almost immediately, spraying my load on the ground. I hadn't thought to catch it in my hand, but I had Mike's load, and that was better.

I thanked Mike for teaching me and he said it would be best to keep this to ourselves, and especially don't tell our parents. I respected Mike's wisdom and agreed to keep this our secret.

I sucked Mike nearly every day, jacking-off when I did. Mike told me that I could suck him other times as well, even when I wasn't jacking off. I wasn't sure why I would want to do this, since my cumming seemed to be what it was all about. Mike explained that there might be time I wanted to suck, but it wasn't convenient to cum. Sucking and jacking in the woods sure seemed really convenient.

That is, until school started. We'd been on summer break, and it was easy enough to go to the woods nearly every day. I still jacked-off at home, thinking about sucking Mike, but sure missed getting my reward. Now I began to understand what Mike meant about sucking him without jacking.

I asked Mike about sucking him in other places and he told me that there were lots of places we could do it -- we only needed a few minutes of privacy. One day at Mike approached me in the cafeteria and asked if I was ready for a reward. Always eager I agreed, and he said let's go for a walk. As soon as we turned the corner in the cafeteria hallway we were out of sight of the teachers, and Mike took me into an empty classroom. He closed the door and moved away from the window in the door. Unzipping, he quickly had his cock out, and I was on my knees, eager for my reward.

I sucked him for a few minutes and soon Mike rewarded me. I thanked him and we both agreed to do this as often as possible. From that day on I sucked Mike every day -- sometimes three times. I rarely jacked off when I did, but that was okay -- I'd think about it later when I jacked-off at home.

One day Mike asked if I would be interested in sucking other guys as well. I told him that I really liked sucking him, but wasn't sure about sucking others.

"They will all reward you," he said, "And if you suck several of them, you'll get more reward than I could give you."

I told him I'd be willing to give it a try, and he said he'd set things up. The next day Mike introduced me to Ed, who was willing to let me suck him. I was thrilled to have another guy to suck and wondered what his cock was like. Would he be as easy to suck? Would my reward taste the same? All these things raced through my mind, and then I realized that I might be able to find out sooner rather than later.

"Great!" I said, "How soon can we start?"

Mike and Ed looked at each other and smiled. "How about now?" offered Ed.

I nodded and Mike said, "With two of us, one can stand watch, which opens up more opportunities. We walked out to the parking lot and went out to the cars parked furthest away. Standing between a couple of cars, Mike and Ed looked around and said, "This looks good!" Ed unzipped and took out his cock. It was about the same length as Mike's, but was narrower, but with a big mushroom head. I was surprised by this, but had limited experience, having only sucked Mike. I opened my mouth and took Ed in. I ran my tongue over the contours of his cock head and liked the way it felt in my mouth. I also really liked sucking in this setting. It was like I was doing it in public, but safe from being caught because we had a lookout.

I sucked Ed eagerly and hoped he would like my work. He said I was a really good cocksucker. I'd never been called that before, but I suppose it was accurate. I did like being told I was good at it. I continues sucking Ed and soon he rewarded me. The taste was familiar, though just a little different. I loved him cumming in my mouth and gladly swallowed.

Now it was Mike's turn. I knew his cock well and exactly what he likes, so it didn't take long for him to reward me as well. I thanked both of them, grateful for rewarding my efforts. I got up and we walked back into the building. As we walked, Mike and Ed discussed other public settings we could use.

Mike told me to wait for them at the main entrance after school. Throughout the afternoon I thought about how much I liked sucking both Ed and Mike, and was grateful that they would share themselves with me. I wondered if every cock was a little different. That seemed reasonable, since all faces were different. I playfully toyed with the idea that I might be able to recognize any guy from his cock alone.

At the end of the day I met Mike and Ed at the main entrance. We walked out to Ed's car, who said he had a great place for my work. Mike got in the back seat and told me to join him there. While Ed drove, Mike got out his cock and told me to hold his cock in my mouth, but not to suck him off.

That seemed strange to me -- what was the point. However, I found that just holding Mike in my mouth was wonderful, and a nice way to spend the time.

Ed drove to a roadside park, where four other guys were waiting. We got out and walked back away from the road. Ed introduced me to the other four guys, but I didn't remember their names -- I suppose I was thinking about their cocks!

We stopped and all six of the guys unzipped and took out their cocks. I was in heaven! I walked to each of them and fondled them to erection. As I expected, every cock was different. Basicly similar, but each unique.

It was exciting to be doing this in public. I knew that nobody could see us, but it was in public just the same. "Who wants to go first?" I asked.

"I need to cum really bad," said one guy, and soon I was kneeling with his cock in my mouth. As I sucked I held two other cocks in my hands, hoping to get them ready to go next. Soon I tasted cum once again, delighting in the taste as always.

The guy pulled out and one of the guys I was handling was next. Another guy stepped up and I took hold of his cock as I began to suck. Soon he rewarded me and I eagerly swallowed.

This continued until I'd sucked all six of the guys off.

All the guys thanked me and said they'd love to have me sucking them regularly. I looked to Mike for direction, and he told me to just give them all my cell phone number so they could text me to make arrangements. I gladly did so, eager to have more guys to reward me!

Ed drove Mike and I home. "Think you have enough cocks to suck now?" he asked.

I nodded and thanked him for connecting me. I continued to suck Mike every day. Occasionally he would have a new guy for me to suck, who would get my phone number and become another of my many regulars.

The next day at school I was called to the office and told to see Mr. Davis in Security. I went to the Security office, where Mr. Davis was there alone. "You've been pretty busy," he said. I had no idea what he meant.

He told me to sit down, and typed something on his computer, pulling up a video. Suddenly I saw a video that clearly showed me sucking Ed in the parking lot. He zoomed in and said, "There's no mistaking that this is you," he said. My heart sank. Fearing I was in trouble, I asked, "So what happens now?"

"It all depends on how cooperative you are," said Mr. Davis.

"How many know your a faggot?" he asked.

"I don't understand," I said.

"How many know you're a cocksucker?" he asked.

"Just a couple," I said, knowing I was lying, but trying to downplay this.

"Well you need to be careful how many know about this," he said, "You could get in a lot of trouble sucking."

"I didn't know there was anything wrong with it," I said.

"I'm gonna give you a break," he said, "If you'll do something for me."

"Sure," I said, "What would you like?"

"Just suck me whenever I need it," he said.

"So I won't be in trouble if I do?" I asked.

"Not from me," he said, "Of course you need to keep your sucking secret."

I gave him my cell phone number and asked if I wanted anything right now.

He thought about it said, "Can you meet me after school today?"

I agreed and he described his car, and I told him I'd look for it.

At the end of the school day I went out to find the car, which was a red Camero. Soon Mr. Davis was there. I got in and he drove out of the parking lot. "You seem to like sucking in public," he said.

"Not if I get caught!" I said.

"You won't," he assured me. He drove down a country road and pulled off the side of the road. He told me to get out and he walked around to my side. He unzipped and took out his cock, which was huge! I'd never seen an adult cock before and I was anxious to get it in my mouth, but I was a little nervous about sucking him along side the road.

"It's okay," Mr. Davis assured me. "Even if someone comes by, they won't see you sucking."

Trusting that he was right, I knelt and took him into my mouth. He really filled my mouth, and I could only get the head and a few inches in. Still, I was able to move my tongue around the head.

"Stroke me as you suck," he directed. I took hold of his cock and stroked the part outside my mouth -- kind of doing a combination blowjob and handjob.

I was glad to learn a new technique, and did my best for him. "Kid, you are a damn good cocksucker!" he said.

I was proud to suck so well and continued until Mr. Davis rewarded me. It was especially strong tasting. I later learned that he was a smoker, which makes cum taste stronger. I didn't mind, and eagerly swallowed.

Mr. Davis drove me home and said he would be in touch, but to keep my cocksucking secret.

Beside Mike, there were twelve other guys I sucked regularly. I really loved getting blowjob requests by text, and nearly always was able to suck them when they wanted. Unlike Mike, not everyone wanted to be sucked every day, but I was getting 5-7 rewards a day.

In addition, I sucked Mr. Davis a couple of times a week, which was really nice. His big cock was a challenge, but one I was determined to master. Sucking an adult somehow carried a special thrill. One day I asked him if he had any friends that would like to be sucked off. He said he knew of some that might, but we had to be very discrete. That was when he revealed to me that what I was doing was highly illegal, and that any adult I sucked could go to jail if they were caught. Surprised, I promised to keep it a secret.

Strange as it may seem, until then it never dawned on me that sucking cocks wasn't a normal thing for me to do. If it was illegal for a kid to suck an adult, maybe there was more to it, so I did some searching online and quickly realized that Mike had tricked me into blowing him. At first I was mad, but soon got over it because I really loved doing it. If not for Mike, I might never have tried.

Of course, now I knew why it was important to keep this secret, but by now there were many kids at school who knew I sucked. Besides my dozen regulars, there were many others I sucked once and never again. I wondered why they didn't come back for more, but figured they just wanted to see if I'd really do it.

By spring it was common knowledge around the school. Some of the guys would say nasty things to me, but most seemed okay about it. The bigger problem was with the girls. It seemed that word spread most quickly because of them, and they seemed to like to tease me the most.

The thing was, I liked girls, not guys. Sure I loved to suck cocks and swallow cum, but I was attracted to girls -- not guys. That made dating difficult, but I kept asking girls and eventually got some dates. Nearly every girl asked me about cocksucking, and I had to explain that it was just something I enjoyed doing, and didn't expect them to do it. Most of the girls I dated only went out with me a couple of times, but I did have a couple of lasting relationships.

Becky was one of them and she was very special. She took a great interest in my sucking and would ask me lots of questions. Eventually she asked if I would blow her brother while she watched. I quickly agreed, and she set things up. She wanted me to be naked while I sucked, and told me not to swallow. Jim, Becky's brother was a college student and nearly an adult, so he had a cock almost as big as Mr. Davis. I sucked while Becky watched. I kept glancing over to her as I sucked and noticed that she had her hand under her skirt. I figured she was probably fingering herself.

When Jim rewarded me, he gave me a big load, and very tasty. I held it in my mouth while Becky thanked Jim. He left the room and came to me and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue forcing my mouth open, tasting her brother's load. She must have liked it because we continued to kiss and she tilted our heads so Jim's load went into her mouth, so we each got some of his cum.

Finally she broke away and we both swallowed our part of Jim's load. "Wow!" she said, "I've been wondering for a long time what that tasted like!"

"You liked it?" I asked.

"Sure did!" Becky affirmed, "It was pretty strong tasting, but I'd heard about that -- thanks so much for sharing with me."

We went out for a walk, and arrived at the roadside park where I sucked my first group of guys. I told Becky about it and she listened with interest. "I think that's so hot!" she said, so I asked her if she was fingering herself while watching me suck.

She admitted that she was, and watching me suck was a great turn-on for her. I asked if she'd cum and she said she hadn't, and asked if I could make her cum. We hadn't had sex yet, though I'd felt her tits and sucked her nipples. Becky said she would normally decline, but now she was so horny that she needed the relief. I didn't know girls got that way, but sure wasn't going to pass up the opportunity!

We went to a picnic table and I sat down. Becky took her panties off and sat on my lap. I slipped my hand up her skirt and reached her wet pussy. This was all so new to me and I confessed my ignorance to Becky. She talked me through a complete tour of her pussy, and after moving my fingers in and out of her a while she had me move to her clitty, which was the most inportant part. It was a small nub, but when I ran my wet finger over it Becky pressed her lips to mine and kissed me more passionately than ever before. In a few minutes she climaxed, leaving my hand covered in her juice.

Becky reached into her purse and took out some tissues. "Before you dry your hands," she began, "Lick some of my juice and see if you like it." I did, and found it strange -- very different than cum, but thought it was something I might learn to like in time.

I wiped my hands off, but her smell remained on them. That was a turning point for Becky. She watched while I blew Jim, and then we would kiss and I'd give her Jim's load (which I later learned was called "snowballing"). One day Becky asked if I would teach her to suck. I agreed and asked who she wanted to suck.

"You silly!" she said, "How better to learn than to suck the school cocksucker!" While it was certainly clear that I was the school cocksucker, I didn't like to hear that from my girlfriend, but let it pass.

We went back to Becky's house. Jim had left and her parents wouldn't be home for a few hours, so we had the place to ourselves. Becky led me to her bedroom and told me to undress. I was hard already, aroused by the prospect of Becky blowing me. She took hold of me and stroked. She had jacked me off before, but now was just working me up.

She got on her knees and said, "Now tell me what to do," and began to suck me. I told her about moving her tongue around and she was a quick learner. She was fingering herself as she sucked, which must have added to her enthusiasm. Soon I was about to cum and warned her. She sucked even more eagerly and soon I rewarded her. She just held me in her mouth and finished fingering herself before pulling off and swallowing.

"That was great!" she said, "Thanks so much for teaching me -- now I understand why you like it so much."

After that I was expected to reward her every time we were together, which I was glad to do. I never got a chance to suck Jim again, but wondered if Becky was sucking him, but it didn't seem like something I should ask about.

Becky taught me to go down on her, which I liked, but not as much as cocksucking. I could give a blowjob anywhere, but licking a girl was something that I could only do in private -- plus it left my face wet so there was cleanup afterward. Blowjobs were so neat and convenient, so they remained my favorite, but I always did my best to take care of Becky.

We dated for a few years and I began to think she would be a great wife. Then one day I got the bad news that she was moving because her father had taken a job in another state. We had a couple of hot dates before she left, and she thanked me for teaching her to suck. She said that for awhile Jim would be the only one she would be sucking, but I told her that it was easy to find guys to suck.

I continued to date girls, but nothing serious happened until Marcy came along. She was really passionate, and somehow even more feminine than most girls. I noticed that she always dressed nicely and always wore dresses or skirts -- never slacks. I really liked her and didn't want to rush things. Marcy took things slowly as well, but let me feel her breasts through her blouse. After a few dates she unbuttoned her blouse and let me slip my hand under her bra. We were kissing, and as soon as I touched her nipple she became more passionate. I gently squeezed her nipple between my thumb and finger and that seemed to turn the passion up even more!

"I've never let a boy get this far before," Marcy confessed.

"I really like being with you," I said, "But I think I've got you all worked up and should take care of you."

"No need for that," Marcy said, "I don't let boys touch me down there."

"Why not?" I asked, wondering if it was some religious objection.

"I'm just not very sure of myself," Marcy said.

"Why not leave that to me?" I asked, "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone before," Marcy affirmed, "But I need to ask you something that I hope won't upset you."

"Go ahead," I said, preparing for the worst."

"Is it true that you give blowjobs," Marcy asked, "At least that's what I've heard."

"Yes, it's true," I admitted, "But I really like girls -- especially you."

"Then I hope you'll like this part of me," she said, lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties to reveal a hard cock!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Her cock wasn't very big, but this was indeed a girl with a cock -- the perfect girl for me! I quickly leaned down and took her into my mouth, and did my very best for her. She didn't responde as quickly as most guys, but finally rewarded me with both her load and a kiss.

We both were on unfamiliar territory. I had never been with a girl like her and she had never let a guy go that far, fearing his reaction, and wanting to remain hidden. I learned that she was transgendered, living as a female and legally a female as well. She had not intention to have bottom surgery, which was fine with me.

I learned a lot about transgender from Marcy, and we soon fell compeletly in love. We married, and she allows me to suck guys, and is even okay if I have them over to our place.

I count myself as one of luckiest guys around, with a beautiful wife who is perfect for me, and plenty of cocks to suck beside!

  To be continued . . .

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