I 'm Sam, thirteen-year-old eighth grader in Mary Mount Middle School. I have a sixteen year old brother named Jack who has a best friend named Larry, who is also sixteen. I have blond hair which is cut short and blue eyes. I'm five feet two inches and weigh 82 pounds sopping wet.

Three years ago I had to face a difficult situation. My mom sat me down to try to set me right. You see, even though I consider myself to be a boy, I was born into a girl's body. My real name is Samantha, but I've always thought I was more boy than girl. As I started puberty my breasts began to grow, but I kept them as flat as possible. I used one of those strapless sports bras that flatten the chest. Worn under a loose shirt I had no difficulty passing as a boy.

Back when I was ten, my mom was with me in my bedroom and told me to undress completely, so I did. She said, "Samantha, I need to explain something to you." I responded, "Mom, please. I'm Sam, not Samantha. Please call me Sam. I mean, I'm really like a boy. I've seen Jack's weiner and it's just like mine."

"Okay, Sam," she replied, "Yes, Jack has a `weiner,' but you have something girls and women have, which is a clitoris. Now at your age, it should be quite small, but yours is unusually large so it does look something like a penis."

Mom continued, "Now the nice thing about the clitoris is it makes a girl very good when she rubs it. You aren't quite ready for this yet, but once puberty starts, you will know more."

"But can I still call it my weiner, Mom?" I asked.

"If you want, Sam," she agreed. So that was all that I learned from my mom about puberty.

When I began to start puberty Mom took me to a doctor who prescribed a hormone blocker, which suppressed my female hormones, so no further breast development happened.

Jack and Larry taught me all the important stuff about being a boy, sometimes unintentionally. I could often hear them talking in Jack's bedroom which was how I learned more about cocks, jacking-off and blow jobs. They did things together that sounded really interesting, but I had no idea what they were actually doing.

Most days after school Jack and Larry went into a room we just called the playroom. They never wanted me in there with them, so I was really curious about what they did that was so private.

One day I hid in the closet just Jack and Larry entered. Larry wanted to jack-off and Jack quickly agreed. I heard some funny sounds along with moaning, so I carefully cracked the closet door open and was amazed to see both of the boys pulling on each other's cocks!

I looked like it should hurt, but they seemed to really like it. As I watched, Larry said, "I'm cumming!" and his cock started squirting. It wasn't pee, but some white stuff. He shot onto the wooden floor, and kept pulling on Jack's cock until he did the same.

"What a mess!" Jack said, grabbing a towel to wipe up the floor, "If you sucked me off we wouldn't have to clean this up."

"I'd suck you," Larry said, "But you have to suck me – you wouldn't agree to that."

"Okay," said Jack, "Let's do it tomorrow."

I had to remain hidden in the closet for another hour to avoid being caught.

After they left the room I got emerged from my hiding place and went to my room, looking forward to seeing the boys suck each other tomorrow. It never occurred to me to suck a cock – I clearly had a lot to learn about being a boy, but I was eager to proceed.

The next day I hid in the playroom closet just before the boys got home from school. My heart was racing as I heard them enter the room – this promised to be really special, so I listened intently.

"Ready to suck my cock?" asked Jack.

"Only if you're ready to suck mine," replied Larry.

"I promise," agreed Jack, unzipping. I carefully cracked the door open and peered through the opening. Larry was sucking Jack, who was moaning and telling Larry what a good cocksucker he was. I knew right then that I wanted to be a good cocksucker as well.

Soon Jack said, "I'm cumming!" and pulled Larry's head to him, "Now swallow it."

He released Larry's head and said, "That was fantastic!"

Larry got up and unzipped, declaring, "Now it's my turn."

Jack remained standing and Larry said, "Come on – you promised."

"I just can't," said Jack, "Sorry, let me jack you off instead.'

"You bastard!" Larry said, "I sucked you only because you promised – now you're welching on the deal!"

"I don't understand," Jack said, "But once I came everything seemed different. How about if I jack you off today and suck you tomorrow?"

Larry reluctantly agreed, and Jack began to stroke him. I watched with interest as Larry's cock hardened and shot his white stuff into a tissue that Jack held to the tip. I really needed to find out what is was – it definitely wasn't pee.

As I knelt in hiding I slipped my panties down and massaged my clitoris. I preferred to wear boxers, but my mom insisted that I wear panties. I did so reluctantly, glad they were hidden beneath my boy clothes so nobody else could see. I liked to think of my clitoris as a cock. It was small compared to Jack and Larry, but I tried to do what they did. I pulled on it and it felt good unless I pulled too hard. Maybe I wasn't doing it quite right – I'd have to work at this.

The next few days I listened at the entrance to the play room when Jack and Larry were there. I could tell from the conversation that Jack never did suck Larry, but Larry continued to suck Jack.

"You really like sucking me, don't you?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, but still wish you would suck me," Larry replied, "After all, you did promise."

"I promise I'll jack you off any time you want," was Jack's response.

I was surprised to find that Larry didn't want Jack to stroke him. Instead, he stroked himself as he sucked Jack. He quickly came and Jack commented, "Sucking me must really turn you on to cum so quickly – you're quite a good cocksucker."

Listening to what was going on, I knew I wanted to be a cocksucker, and do all the things boys did.

The next day I approached Jack and asked him if he would teach me about boy stuff, like jacking-off and blowjobs, but he dismissed me, saying that wasn't something for me. I felt really hurt. For most of my life Jack treated me like a boy, and now he was shutting me out.

I remained angry with Jack for some time, and then had an idea. I called Larry, and asked if there was some place we could meet privately. Larry knew I was a girl, but treated me like a boy, which I appreciated. I walked over to Larry's house and he met me outside. We went for a walk down the street, so we could talk privately.

"I appreciate your treating me like a boy," I said, "But there are things I want to know about that I hope you can help me understand – I asked Jack and he wouldn't help."

"What kind of stuff do you mean?" asked Larry.

"About jacking-off and blowjobs," I said. Larry became strangely silent.

"Well, can you help me?" I asked, "I know that you and Jack are doing it, and I want to learn how to do it too."

"You mean you want to learn how to jack a guy off and give a blowjob?" Larry asked in surprise.

"Exactly," I said, "I know you couldn't get Jack to blow you, but I will if you teach me how."

Larry said we would need some privacy for that and led me down a path into a wooded area. Once out of sight in the woods he unzipped and took out his cock, saying, "Go ahead, get to know it."

I took his cock in my hand and marvelled at how nice it felt. As I squeezed it, it grew right before me, and Larry began to moan. It felt different than my cock – I wished mine were more like a boy's cock.

"If you kneel you can get a better look," Larry said, so I dropped to my knees and looked over his cock carefully, now only inches from my mouth.

"I think it's time for your first blowjob," he said, "Just open your mouth and hold me there."

I opened my mouth and took him in. I was even better than I had hoped – it felt like it just belonged there. I explored its contours with my tongue as Larry moaned even louder.

"You're gonna make me cum soon," he said, putting his hands on my head and starting to pump in and out of my mouth. It didn't take long before he came, giving me the first taste of a guy's seed. It was strong tasting and very different from anything else. I held it in my mouth as Larry caught his breath and softened in my mouth.

"Wow, that was really great," he said, "It's okay to swallow."

I swallowed, knowing I had taken an important step. I stood up, and thanked Larry. He thanked me and said that I could do it any time I wanted. I suggested we do it again now, but he said he needed time to recover.

"Is half an hour long enough?" I asked.

"Maybe," Larry said, "But I might need more time than that."

Larry zipped up and we continued our walk. Larry inquired as to why I was so interested in cocks and blowjobs.

"You know I've worked at being a boy for a long time," I replied, "And want to do all the things a boy does." Larry told me he would be glad to give me lots of opportunity. What he didn't tell me was that straight boys did things with girls, and what I was learning was what gay boys did.

It may not have mattered if I did know – I was loving what I was learning. I kept looking at my watch, and when a half hour had passed I said, "It's time for the second one."

We found a secure place behind some bushes and Larry unzipped. I took hold of his cock and stroked him to erection, now getting comfortable handling it. I began to suck him, but this time he didn't seem as eager. "Move your tongue around more," he said, "And keep your teeth off me."

I did, and seemed to help but he took a long time and still didn't cum. My mouth was getting sore from sucking, and he finally came, though in a smaller amount. I swallowed and got up, thanking Larry once again.

I glanced at my watch and saw that it had taken over half an hour for Larry to cum. "We can try another in half an hour," I said.

"Sorry, that's all for me now," he said, "Guys just can't do it over and over like some girls can."

"I massage myself," I said, "But haven't cum yet."

"Maybe you aren't ready to," Larry said, "Or maybe you just need some lube. I sometimes use lotion when I jack-off. Of course girls can make their own lube."

I knew I had some experimenting to do.

I went home and put a little lotion on my hand and began to finger myself. It felt a lot better with lotion and soon I began to experience wave after wave of good feelings. I rubbed myself more vigorously and brought the feeling to a peak, which was probably a climax – it was so new to be that I just didn't know. I continued and each peak was better than the last. I came over and over until I lost count.

Now I wondered what it would be like for Larry to go down on me. Since he went down on my brother I thought he would probably do the same for me.

The next time I was with Larry I asked him and he said he would be glad to go down on me, but never did it with a girl. I reminded him that I wasn't a girl, and he apologized, but I had to acknowledge that I was a little different from other guys.

My cock was small, so I couldn't just unzip and take it out. Instead I dropped my pants and undershorts, giving Larry access all two inches of me. He took me into his mouth and sucked as well as he ran his tongue all over me. It was amazing – so much better than fingering myself. I held his head and pulled him toward me as he gave me climax after climax, until I felt exhausted. Larry was exhausted as well, but ready for his turn, so I dropped to my knees and sucked him off.

After that Larry and I sucked each other off regularly – mostly in the woods, but occassionally he had his house to himself, so we would use his bed. He taught me to 69, which was incredible – and perhaps the best thing since sliced bread!

Around school I passed as a boy, and thought the Jack and Larry were the only ones that knew the truth about me, but somehow a few others found out. In particular, Ike and Peter, both freshman at Mary Mount High. One day, as I was walking through the nearby woods, they approached me.

Ike was white and about five eight while Peter was African-American and about five eleven.

"Hi, guys. How are you?" I said.

"We're just fine, Sam. The word's out that you're giving blow jobs. How about you suck off Peter and me? Now before you say anything else, I know you don't want this to get around. Right?"

There was a pause..."Samantha. Oops ... Sam." I cringed. Everybody knew me as a boy. How did they know I wasn't? I suddenly felt trapped.

"Just this once, Sam," Ike said.

That really bugged me. I wasn't about to let anyone bully me, and said, "Wait a second. What makes you think I'd suck either of you? You know I've never done that before." They had no way of knowing I'd sucked Larry.

"Just telling you that if the word gets out, you aren't gonna be Sam any longer," Peter said, "Look, it's a blow job each. We're not going to say anything to anybody as long as you suck us."

Peter pointed to a nearby log and told me to sit there and suck him. "You stay all dressed and everything. Just open your mouth and make us cum. Swallow and nobody knows the difference." I had no idea how this came about but Ike and Peter sure had me in a tight spot. The fact was, I really liked sucking Larry and wanted to do it some more. While I didn't like to be forced like this, I did want to suck other guys. What could I loose? "Okay guys, I'll do it. You say Ike first, then Peter. Right?"

"Right," Ike said. "Go sit on the log and I'll stand in front." I nodded my head, walked to the log and sat down. Ike stood in front, loosened his jeans, then pulled them down, along with his boxers. His dick was so close to my face. I sort of gulped, eager to experience this new cock. I cupped his hairy balls, grasped his dick, which had to be close to five and a half inches and pretty thick. His dickhead was mushroom shaped and very pink with precum dripping down. I opened my mouth, slid my lips in and began to slowly pump back and forth, gaining speed as I sucked my second cock ever. "Oh, yeah," Ike moaned. "God, you're good. Don't stop Sam. Suck my dick, girl. Yeah. Man, getting closer. Gonna cum so hard. Yeah. Even my girlfreind doesn't suck like you do, Sam.

Then Ike's cum flooded my mouth. It was a deluge of thick, warm cum. Unlike Larry's almost sweet cum, Ike's was a bit bitter, but still flavorful. I had to gulp three times before Ike withdrew his cock. "Damn, Sam. You are one hell of a fantastic cock sucker. " He turned to Peter. "Gonna love this, Peter."

"Shit, I can tell that. And I got a couple good pictures, too." "Hey, don't spread that around," I said. I couldn't help but watch as Peter scrolled through four pictures - me with Ike's dick right at my lips, another with the dick half way in my mouth, another with me holding Ike's cock, and a last one with the tip of Ike's cock, with some cum dripping out his piss slit. "Don't have to. You know how shit spreads, Sam – I already posted it online."

"Ok," I said, "But PLEASE don't out me as a girl! I've worked so hard to be a boy and this could spoil everything for me!"

Pete said, "Well, then you'll be known as a gay boy – is that what you want?"

"As long as I'm a boy," I said, "I don't mind being gay."

Both boys seemed surprised, but they agreed. I knew this would set me up for a lot more blowjobs, and maybe being picked on, but at least I wouldn't be outed as a girl. Soon Peter's huge black cock was in my mouth. He seemed to have more staying power than either Ike or Larry. But it felt good. His moans sounded almost like a lullaby which lasted close to five minutes. "Okay, Sam. Gonna cum. You gonna love the taste." His cum poured into my mouth. He was right. It was almost candy sweet, thick, and warm. I had to swallow again three times. And when we stood up, he kissed me.

Peter said, "Maybe the day after tomorrow you can do us again at my house with Ike. And how'd you like to have Malcolm? He's in eighth grade like you. Now don't say no, cause you gotta say yes."

I agreed, as long as they kept my secret. Peter assured me that Malcolm did not know I was a girl.

So from that day forward I was a gay boy. It actually made me feel kind of special. Most gay boys hide their orientation, but mine was very open, and I grew to treasure that. I sucked Ike, Pete and Malcolm as expected, which turned into a regular arrangement a couple times a week.

I had a heart-to-heart talk with Larry, who must have been the one who outed me to Ike and Pete.

"I'm so sorry," Larry said, "I didn't mean to out you – it just came out."

"Now how the hell did something like that 'just come out'?"

"You're right," Larry agreed, "I was telling them what a good blowjob you give – I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me."

"You could have ruined everything for me," I said, "But it's working out okay, so I'll forgive you."

"I noticed pics of you sucking Ike online," Larry said, "You sure didn't look like a girl."

"Fortunately," I agreed, "So now I'll be known as a gay boy. You're gay too, aren't you Larry?"

"I guess I am," he admitted, "I've been under cover so far, but now I should probably be out as well. Perhaps we could suck together?"

"Are you suggesting a blowjob date?" I asked.

"I guess you could call it that," Larry agreed.

"How would that work?" I asked.

"There is a spot in the woods where guys go to get blowjobs," he explained, "I've sucked there a few times, and can take you there – we can suck side-by-side."

"That sounds like a wonderful date!" I said. It was a strange situation. I was a girl dating a gay guy, while presenting as a gay boy. I suppose a shrink would have a field day trying to make sense of me!"

Larry took me on our first blowjob date to the woodland clearing where guys flocked to get sucked. Our first was on a Friday night. Larry told me that Fridays and Saturdays were the busiest, and there was an amazing turnout. Larry and I knelt next to each other as two suck lines formed. It was incredible to be able to suck cock after cock, with barely enough time to swallow in between. Most of the guys we sucked were strangers to us, but a few were guys from school. One guy was one of our neighbors. At first that freaked me out, but Larry assured me that it was okay – he wouldn't say anything because he wouldn't want to be outed either.

Actually some of them did talk – only to tell their friends, so week after week the size of the crowd grew. On our first date Larry sucked eight guys and I sucked seven. Both of us had upset stomachs afterward. Larry told me that we had both reached our limits. If we had swallowed any more we might have thrown up. It seemed a real shame to have a limit – I wanted to be able to swallow as much cum as possible.

Larry assured me that with practice our limits would increase, and the suck lines were a great way to get a lot of cum! On Saturday Larry took me on another blowjob date and there were even more guys. We each sucked over a dozen guys without throwing up, but neither of us could have swallowed a single load more. Fortunately we did suck all the guys who wanted it. We didn't want to turn anyone away, and definitely didn't want to spit – that would be just plain rude.

We didn't go back on Sunday but returned on Monday afternoon. There weren't as many there, and Larry was a perfect gentleman – he let me have them all at first, and only started sucking when more guys arrived. My affection for Larry grew as we did more things together.

As the number of guys increased, I passed my previous limit of twelve, but had to stop after fifteen. I could barely keep my stomach contents down and didn't dare do another. Larry, always a gentlemen, took care of all the rest of the guys.

I felt so much love for Larry, and when we got back to his house and found the house empty, I suggested that we go to his room. There we undressed and got on the bed. Soon we 69'd – I really loved the way Larry sucked me – he routinely kept going until I came three times or more. I wanted Larry to cum as well, and hoped I could keep it down – I sure didn't want to puke after swallowing the guy I loved.

I had him thoroughly aroused, and soon he shot his load into my mouth. I just held it in my mouth, afraid to swallow. I got off Larry and lay next to him, snuggling. I slowly swallowed his load and felt my stomach try to rebel. Doing my best, I held it down, but said, "I think that was one load too many!"

Larry kissed me and told me to just lay there and try not to move. "Let your body process the cum and soon you'll be okay," Larry assured me.

Larry and I "dated" steadily. There were times we went out for dinner or to a movie, but most of the time he indulged our shared love of cocksucking. Sometimes he took me to an adult book store where we sucked at glory holes. It was a nice change of pace – with the anonymity I could have been sucking almost anyone – maybe the Mayor, or my father – who would know?

For more than a year after I started sucking, my brother had no idea, but one day Jack got home from a date, complaining that his girlfriend wasn't in the mood. He lamented not having Larry there to suck him. I completely surprised him by offering to suck him off. At first he refused, saying it wasn't right for his sister to suck him.

"Your brother, you mean," I corrected him, and he agreed. I convinced him to let me give him a handjob, which he somehow thought was okay. Soon I stroked him to full arousal as he lay back on his bed with his eyes closed. I took him into my mouth and sucked him to completion. I was overjoyed to have my own brother cum in my mouth.

"That was amazing!" Jack said, apparently now okay with my sucking him.

"Just remember," I admonished him, "When you need it, I'll take care of you." Jack smiled and thanked me.

At school I was well known as a cocksucker. Some of the guys made disparaging remarks, but nearly all of them ended coming to me for an occasional blowjob. I was completely passable as a gay boy – any trace of femininity was simply attributed to being gay.

After high school Larry and I got married. Because I was still stated as a female on my birth certificate, it was legally a traditional marriage, but publicly it was a same-sex marriage. Larry and my parents were the only ones who knew I wasn't a boy, but all the more distant relatives thought I was a boy.

The night of our wedding was wonderful. I was eager for Larry to make love to me, but I insisted that he fuck me as he would a boy. As always, he was a perfect gentleman. Knowing that I was a virgin, he took extra care to prepare me, starting with rimming me. That was amazing! I never expected anything like that, but knew I'd want it all the time. I almost didn't want him to stop but was eager to feel him deep inside me. Larry slipped a lubed finger into me, then a second, spreading them apart to open me up. He slipped in three fingers and said it seemed to be ready. He put more lube on me, and then on himself before slowly easing into me. I felt really full, but there was no pain at all.

It was truly perfect! I felt so much love for Larry. I know a lot of guys are in a hurry to cum, but not Larry, he took his time and gave me the ride of my life before giving me his seed, which I was grateful to receive. Larry gently lowered his body onto mine, and we enjoyed each other's warmth.

Larry pulled out and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm soapy washcloth. He spread my cheeks and wiped me clean, kissing my buns afterward. He went back to the bathroom, and upon returning he lay next to me and snuggled. He reached down and found my clitty still erect and asked if I'd cum yet. I told him I didn't need to – I just loved the way he made love to me.

Gentleman Larry went down on me and didn't stop until I'd cum three times. He resumed lying next to me as we drifted off to sleep.

We got an apartment and soon received visits from guys wanting blowjobs. Since we still loved sucking, whoever was home would graciously take care of our visitors. If we were both home we would take turns, never keeping score – always wanting the best for each other. As for what the future may bring, who knows – we just both hope it includes many cocks!

Special thanks to my online friend, Larry, for contributing this story idea and much of its content

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)