I 'm Sal, a horny fourteen-year-old with four close friends, and we all jack-off together. We've known each other since we were kids, and enjoyed playing with each other's cocks long before we were able to cum. Once we could cum it changed everything! We like girls and have a few old girlie magazines we got from our older brothers. None of us has had the nerve to talk to or befriend a girl, but sooner or later we all expected to have girlfriends. Until then, we enjoyed jacking off together. My four friends, Jason, Max, Frank and Gerald were all my age. Frank was sort of an informal leader – we didn't elect him – he just seemed to take the lead, and we generally followed.

One day Frank said, "Jacking-off is great, and cumming is wonderful, but wouldn't it be even better to get a blowjob?" Some of our girlie magazines showed guys getting blown – mostly by women, but occasionally by guys.

"That sounds great," agreed Gerald, "But where do we find a cocksucker? We can't just post an ad in the paper."

"Maybe one of us could do it," replied Frank, "I hear the lots of guys do it – maybe one of us is a cocksucker waiting for his chance."

"Well, let's see then," said Max, "Do any of you want to suck our cocks?"

Everyone was shaking their head, but Frank responded, "You can't know until you try."

"Are you saying we should try it and see?" asked Joey.

"That would be a way to find out," affirmed Frank, "Each of us tries it and if they like it, they continue – if not maybe someone else will like doing it."

"But what if nobody likes doing it?" I asked.

"Nothing lost," Frank responded, "but I think it's worth a try."

"I suppose we could try," said Max, "But who goes first?"

"Any volunteers?" Frank asked, as everyone went silent and looked to the floor.

"How about if we draw lots?" suggested Gerald.

We all agreed that it would be a fair way to do it, then Joey pulled out a card deck and suggested that we just draw, and take our turns based on the cards we drew.

That sounded good, so Joey shuffled the deck and put it on a table. We each drew a card but kept the face hidden. Once we had all drawn, Joey said, "Okay, show your card." My heart sank to find that my three was the low card, which meant I had to go first. I was willing to do my part but didn't want to be the first.

The others seemed to be relieved that they didn't have to go first. "Sal, are you okay with this?" Gerald asked.

"I guess so," I replied, "But I didn't expect to go first."

"How about if we dim the lights to give you some privacy while you do it?" suggested Max. I agreed and soon there were just some Christmas lights on.

"Let's get naked," suggested Frank, and we all undressed.

Joey was closest to me, so I started with him. His cock was small, like all of ours. We were all between three and four inches hard but hoped to grow a lot as we moved through puberty, as our older brothers all had.

I leaned toward Joey's cock but paused, contemplating what I was about to do. Straight guys don't suck cock – not even just to try. I suppose what bothered me the most was that I might actually like it – I had some curiosity about cocksucking, though I'd never admit it. With a little encouragement from Joey I opened my mouth took Joey into my mouth.

I immediately froze when I realized that I liked the feel of Joey in my mouth! If I continued, I might really regret it. "You gotta do something," said Joey, "Move your tongue or suck or something."

That moved me to action, so I began to move my tongue around, feeling Joey's cock and knowing that I liked it. I sure hoped the other guys couldn't tell that I did. I continued to suck and in a few minutes Joey shot his load in my mouth. It was strong tasting – and completely different. I wasn't sure what to do, and just remained there deliberating.

"You have to swallow or it doesn't count," said Joey. I'd already sucked him off, so I might as well finish, so I swallowed, but still had a strong aftertaste in my mouth.

Next was Max. I was far less nervous, since it wasn't my first time. In only a few minutes he came and I swallowed. It was really a very simple thing to do, and I did enjoy it, but sure didn't want anyone to know how much I did.

I sucked Frank and Max, who came quickly and I swallowed. "Let's show our appreciation to Sal," said Frank, and they all applauded. That made me feel less self-conscious about what I'd done. Our group dispersed and I went home. I was the only one who hadn't cum, and really needed to. I stroked myself, but instead of thing of girls, as I normally did, I remembered every detail of the four blowjobs I'd just given, and soon I came strongly.

I knew I could be sucking my friends every day if I volunteered to but wasn't sure I wanted to admit liking it. Maybe someone else would be our group cockucker. I decided to wait and see. I wanted to suck more but didn't really want to admit it.

The next day it was Gerald's turn to suck, but when we all undressed he said he knew he wasn't a cocksucker, and couldn't bring himself to do it – he said I did such a great job and I should continue.

"You drew a five," I protested, "So it's your turn. I did it and the rest of you should too!"

"We got a problem here," said Frank, "I don't want anyone to be forced to suck – would anyone like to take their turn today?" Nobody said a word, except me.

"This isn't fair!" I said, "I didn't want to, but did it anyway – now you guys should do it too!"

It seemed that I was alone in this – nobody else was willing to try. Then Frank said, "Sal, you did a great job yesterday, won't you do it again?"

Part of me wanted to, but I didn't dare show my interest. I just shook my head, refusing to do it again.

"Well, I guess we're back to jacking off," said Frank. With that, we all began to stroke in silence. I watched as all my friends shot their loads that I could have been swallowing. I wanted so badly to suck them but didn't dare!

We all left afterward and didn't get back together for the next three days – perhaps we all shared some guilt – me for sucking and them for accepting the blowjob and not keeping their promises. Frank approached me and said, "I really want to talk with you."

"About what?" I asked.

"I watched you as you sucked," Frank said, "And I think you liked it. But maybe you don't wanna admit it."

"That's not something I'd want to admit," I replied.

"You don't have to admit anything," Frank said, "But I know you liked it and would love you to suck me now."

I felt trapped. I knew I could refuse, but I really did want to suck, and agreed to suck Frank, "just one more time".

I dropped to my knees and began to suck Frank and was glad I did. I knew I wanted a cock in my mouth regularly, but how could I do it discreetly? Frank came faster than I wanted him to, and I swallowed and be pulled out.

"Thank you," said Frank, "But I could tell that you liked it as much as I did, right?" I remained silent.

"Look Sal," he continued, "There's nothing wrong with enjoying a cock, and it will be great for our friends – think it over – won't you?"

I reluctantly agreed, and Frank said he would be hosting a meeting tomorrow.

The next day Frank said he'd met with me and I had something to say. I began, "Okay guys, I'll suck you all, but you have to promise that you'll never tell anyone else!" They all agreed, and we got undressed.

I blew all my friends and did so every time we met. I was nervous at first, but soon it just became natural, and I was glad I had such good friends to share their cocks with me. Every load of cum seemed to taste better than the last, and I routinely looked forward to my daily dose of cum.

It was the lucky draw of a card that got me started – if I'd drawn a different card, I might have missed out on such an important part of my life!

  To be continued . . .

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