I 'm Jerry, a pretty typical fifteen-year-old boy who got in a jam by being stupid. It's funny how a single moment can change your life. Actually, for me it was several moments, but my own darned fault.

I'd been in trouble before – nothing serious, but when the cops get involved my dad freaks out. I had a couple minor incidents involving drinking and my dad said if I get in trouble again he'd let the cops lock me up.

That put an end to my drinking, but I always had trouble with temptation. One day I was with my friend, Jim, who was buying a snack at a convenience store. As he was paying, I discreetly slipped a candy bar into my pocket.

I thought I'd got away with it when the clerk stopped me. My friend quickly left the store and I knew I was screwed! I knew if the cops were called I could be locked up, so I begged the clerk to let me off.

"What's it worth to you?" He asked.

"I'll do anything!" I pleaded.

"Anything?" he asked, and I nodded.

He locked the front door and turned off the "open" sign. He told me to come behind the counter and took out his cock.

"Oh no!" I said, "I'm no faggot!"

"I don't care if you're a faggot or not – you're gonna suck me or I call the cops."

He had me. I really didn't have a choice, but nobody else would know, and at least I'd avoid jail. I dropped to my knees and sucked him.

I'd never considered this before, but as his cock expanded in my mouth it didn't seem all that bad, so I decided to try to enjoy the experience. I moved my tongue around as the guy moaned with pleasure. It didn't take long before he came in my mouth. I didn't like the strong taste, so I quickly swallowed to make it go away. However, there was a strong aftertaste to remind me what I had done.

I got up and prepared to leave, but he insisted that I give him my cell number and email address. "Hell no!" I said, "I did what you wanted."

"And you'll do it whenever I want you to!" He pointed to the security camera and said, "I know where you go to school and can send copies of you in action."

I was stuck, so I gave him my cell number and email address. I left in a hurry and began to work on a story to tell my Jim. He would want to know what happened and I sure wasn't going to tell him what really happened!

In a couple of days I got an email from the store clerk with an attached video clip. It showed me very clearly doing what no straight guy would ever do. It felt like this was worse than being busted by the cops. Over the next month I had to suck him a couple times a week, and even sucked some of his friends.

I told Jim that I promised to work a couple hours for free if he didn't call the cops on me, and Jim seemed to buy it.

A few days later Jim told me that he heard that the store guy made shoplifters blow him. I insisted that I didn't. The worst part is that I had started to like the sucking, which pissed me off – I never wanted to be a faggot!

Jim kept bringing up blowing the store clerk and asked me how I liked it. I got mad and told him to go to hell. As time went by I began to wonder what it would be like to suck Jim, and even jacked-off thinking about it.

Then one day Jim brought up blowing the store clerk again, and I finally said, "Okay, I did it – can we just drop it?"

Of course that wasn't the end of it. From time to time he would mention that a blowjob from me would be wonderful, but I just ignored it, even though I secretly wanted it.

One afternoon in school I daydreamed about sucking Jim and wished there was a way I could do it.

Jim mentioned it once again and I said the only way I would ever do it would be if I knew he would keep my secret. Jim was completely surprised, but quickly promised secrecy.

We went to Jim's house and he led me to the living room, where he dropped his pants and sat on the couch. I really wanted this, but didn't want to seem anxious. I knelt on the floor and took him into my mouth.

"Oh wow!" He said, "You're a great friend."

I looked up and made eye contact with Jim, and knew that our friendship was now on an entirely new level! There was no point in pretending now. Since I’ve been sucking the store clerk and his friends I’d gotten pretty good at it, and I did my best for Jim. As I sucked I felt so different from sucking other guys – I was doing this voluntarily and really wanted Jim to like it – and hopefully still like me. It didn’t take Jim long to cum, and I gladly swallowed my friends load.

“I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship,” I said after swallowing.

“I think it strengthens it,” said Jim, “This makes us closer than ever – I’m sure you are worried about your secret, and you can count on me to never tell!”

Jim was right – our friendship really blossomed from then on. I sucked him every chance we got, and we both wanted more – I know Jim loved it, but I think I may have loved it even more. Sucking your best friend it the absolute best!

Special thanks to my online friend James Smith for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)