M y name is Ben, and I have a name that became my destiny. My last name is Blower – that's right, I'm Ben Blower, so you can imagine what a time I had in school. Most people don't learn about blowjobs until nearly puberty, but in first grade my friend Mike told me about it. His older brother, Jim told him that with a name like mine sooner or later I'd have to do it. Mike explained to me exactly what a blowjob was, and asked if that was something I'd do.

Of course I denied it, but it really got me wondering .– why would someone do such a thing? As boys it was commonplace for us to see each other's cocks when we took a leak outside. As I looked at them, I wondered what it would be like to have it in my mouth. Later I'd realize it was a stupid idea, but every time I saw a cock I couldn't help but wonder.

Mike continued to be a good friend – a guy I could really trust, so in third grade I took a risk.

"I've thought about what you said about blowjobs," I said one day, "Do you think I could try it with you?"

That caught Mike by surprise, but he said we could give it a try. After school we went into a wooded area near our homes and just faced each other. "So how does this work?" I asked.

"Jim said the sucker gets on his knees and does it that way," Mike explained. I still wasn't entirely clear but dropped to my knees. Mike unzipped and took out his cock. Being in third grade, our cocks were tiny, but I took Mike into my mouth. It didn't feel bad but didn't seem at all special – I still had no idea why anyone would do this. I moved my tongue around Mike's cock and he said it felt really nice. After a while I pulled back and got up.

"I suppose it's okay," I said, "But I still don't get it – what's the point?"

The next day Mike took me aside with some hot news! He told Jim about me sucking his cock and Jim explained about cumming and how the blowjob was a great way to cum. He explained that he would be glad to teach me, since he came every day.

That seemed really nice of Jim, but Mike said there was a catch – he would be allowed to watch me do it. That really wasn't a big deal, so I quickly agreed.

That day after school Jim joined us in the woods and soon I was on my knees again. Jim unzipped and he took out a cock that was huge! He explained that as you went through puberty (something I didn't entirely understand), that guys can cum, and blowjobs are especially nice.

I opened my mouth at his direction and took him in. He filled my mouth more fully than Mike did, and it felt warmer than Mike. As I sucked Jim moaned with pleasure – he clearly liked it better than Mike did. He explained that when he came, he would shoot his load into my mouth and told me it was completely safe but might taste strange.

He was right. In a few minutes his cock began to pulse and squirt a really strong-tasting liquid into my mouth. I started to gag, but Jim urged me to swallow quickly, which allowed me to manage it. Even after swallowing it I was left with a strange aftertaste.

After he stopped squirting, Jim pulled out and asked, "How was that?"

"Okay, I guess," I responded, "I didn't really know what to expect."

"You just gave your first blowjob," Jim congratulating me, "And you did pretty good for a beginner – you'll get a lot better with practice."

I wasn't sure what to do next. Did I do something horribly wrong? "What do you think I should do?" I asked Mike.

"It's up to you," he replied, "If you liked it, ask Jim if you can do more – if not, just forget it."

But I could not forget it. It was an experience unlike anything else, and the taste of his cum was unique as well.

Jim seemed like a pretty good guy, so the next day I contacted him and asked to see him privately. We discussed what happened and Jim explained that giving blowjob was not socially acceptable, so it's something I should keep secret. However, many guys welcome blowjobs, so I could be doing a lot of them, but should try to avoid blowing guys I knew.

"How can I even meet guys to blow if they are guys I don't know?" I asked.

"I can help you with that," Jim assured me, "As long as you continue to blow me, I'll find other guys at my school you can blow and keep it secret – none of them will know who you are."

That sounded good to me, but I asked that he not let Mike know. I intended to tell Mike that I didn't want to do it anymore. By doing so I was hoping that word of this wouldn't get out in my school.

After that I met with Jim in different places and sucked him off, soon becoming very proficient. He often brought one or two friends with him, who I eagerly sucked. Throughout the rest of the school year, I must have sucked off over thirty different guys, with about half of them becoming regulars.

When Mike and I went through puberty, we were soon able to cum, and I felt I really should be blowing him, since he was my best friend. He was thrilled when I offered to suck him, and soon he was feeding me his load nearly every day. Sucking cock had become so routine for me that I stopped caring who else knew. Soon I was sucking guys from my school and enjoyed the attention I was getting.

After awhile, word got all around school, and nearly everyone knew I was living up to my name. A year ago that would have been very insulting but now I was proud of it.

Strangely enough, it helped my dating life with girls. While many girls wanted nothing to do with me, others thought I was very open-minded. A couple thanked me for blowing their boyfriends, so they didn't bother them for sex as often.

Now nearly everyone knows that Ben Blower really does blow, it's made quite a difference in my life!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)