I 'm Jim, an older gay guy who sucked his first cock as the result of a game. In truth, I'd wanted it for some time, but how do you go about asking a guy if you can suck his cock? I know how to do that now, but at age 12 I sure didn't. I just knew that sucking cocks wasn't socially acceptable back in the late 1950's, so I had to keep it to myself.

I had four other friends who were 11-13, and we played together quite a bit, often trying things we knew we shouldn't, but that was much of the attraction.

Joey's parents both worked and for a couple of hours a day they were both at work, so we could go to his house to do things we didn't want others to see. One day we decided to play strip poker, and it didn't take long before a couple of boys lost their clothes and one of the others suggested that we all get naked.

Soon we were all naked, but then what? Another guy suggested that we put our cocks in each other's mouths. Another shot back, "No way! I'm no cocksucker!"

The compromise was that we would each hold our mouths open and each guy would take turns putting their cocks in without touching the sides, so there was no contact. It was kind of a stupid game, but I was thrilled when it was my turn. Watching the cocks approach my open mouth was exciting, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth open – I wanted so badly to wrap my lips around each of them and suck them off. But I didn't – I just played along, but that night I had a lot to think about when I jacked-off. When I did, I came really strongly, and I knew I had to find a way to suck a cock for real.

I knew that I was gay, and that wasn't something you wanted others to know. I knew I couldn't suck a cock without somebody knowing. I tried to think of various situations that might lead to me sucking, but nothing plausible came to mind.

The next day Paul and I went bike riding out on a trail that led to a swampy area, so we got off our bikes and walked them for a while. After a time, we stopped to rest, sitting and watching frogs swimming around in the water. As we sat there, we talked about what happened yesterday and I found myself wanting his cock in my mouth. I asked him if he wanted to repeat what we did yesterday, and he agreed.

He started, opening his mouth. I put my cock in for about 30 seconds and then withdrew. My heart raced now that it was my turn, and when he put his cock in my mouth, I licked it and closed my lips around it, beginning to suck. He was surprised, but didn't stop me, moaning with pleasure as I sucked. In a few minutes he came, giving me my first taste of cum – it was something I knew a wanted a lot more of!

When Paul pulled out of my mouth I swallowed – the start of many gallons of cum I'd swallow in my lifetime. But I realized that I was really vulnerable – I didn't want my secret getting out, so I said, "Please don't tell anyone – I don't know whatever came over me."

Paul was a good friend, and he kept my secret. I didn't offer to suck him again because I didn't want him to know I was gay, but after a few days he asked if I'd be willing to do it again. I thought I should refuse, but really wanted it, so I replied, "I'd be willing to do it, but don't want to get a reputation."

"What reputation?" asked Paul, "You already did it once, what's the harm in doing it again? It's just between us and nobody will ever know. I think you kind of liked it anyway, didn't you?" He was right but I wasn't ready to admit it.

"Okay, I'll do it," I agreed, "But you have to keep this just between us." Paul agreed and for the second time I sucked Paul's cock. This time was even better, because I was learning how to do it better and really looked forward to swallowing his hot load.

When he came, I just held him in my mouth feeling his cock pulsing as squirt after squirt of his seed came forth. Then he pulled out and I swallowed.

"We should do this all the time," said Paul, but I said I wasn't sure. I was lying because I wanted it even more than Paul did, but had to pretend not to.

The next day Paul asked me if I'd be willing to suck him regularly, but I told him it would be best to take it one day at a time. We did, and after sucking Paul every day for a week, it was clear that we had a regular arrangement. I didn't suck anyone else for awhile, counting myself lucky that I had Paul, and he kept my secret well. He may have thought that if he told anyone, that they would think he was gay. Whether he kept my secret out of promise or fear of being labeled really doesn't matter – it just worked out really well for both of us.

After a few years I longed to suck other cocks and approached guys from nearby schools. That was a safe bet because they didn't know me, and my secret would be safe at my own school. By the time I graduated from high school I had five guys I sucked regularly, but after graduation four of them, including Paul, left town for college or military duty, leaving me with one guy to suck. He completely surprised me one day when he asked if he could handle my cock, to which I immediately agreed. We stood there, facing each other, squeezing each other's cocks and stroking them to erection. Then he surprised me by kissing me – that was entirely new to me. I knew that guys and girls kissed, but I wasn't into girls at all. When he kissed me I knew I wanted more than to just suck cocks. I wasn't about to give up sucking, but I had much to learn about being with a man.

I ended up going back to his place and we got naked, and I learned there was a lot more to man-to-man sex than cocksucking.

Now, many decades later I'm married to another man – something I never would have thought possible in my youth. We enjoy inviting guys over, sometimes for a three-way, and sometime one of us will watch the other with our guest. I'm very happy being gay in this modern world and have to smile when I recall that I got started from a silly game!

Special thanks to Jim, my online friend, for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)