I'm Jeff, a seventh grader just learning about sexuality. I've been jacking off for about a year now, but I'm beginning to learn that there is a lot more to it. One winter Saturday morning, Ed, my long-time friend invited me to his room to jack off. I know that two guys jacking off together might seem kind of gay, but we didn't really care. At first we would just tell talk about some of the hot older girls as we stroked. In my class none of the girls were hot, but there were some in upper classes who were.

The last time we jacked we tried stroking each other and it was incredible to feel. I would much rather have someone else stroke me than to do it myself, so this time we agreed to stroke each other off again. We flipped a coin to see who would go first. Ed won the flip, but chose to stroke me off, which surprised me, but it was okay with it.

We usually sat next to each other on the bed, but this time I sat on the bed and Ed knelt on the floor between my knees, stroking me. He got a lot closer to my cock, and he seemed to be a lot more interested in my cock than I would have expected.

As he stroked me, he asked, "You ever suck a cock?"

What a strange question! "Of course not!" I insisted.

"Too bad," Ed replied, "It's really great, I'll show you."

Before I could respond he had my cock in his mouth and gave me the time of my life. I never thought anything could feel so good, and soon I was cumming. Ed took every drop of it and swallowed.

"Now, you wanna try?" Ed asked.

I sure loved what he'd done for me, but wasn't inclined to suck a cock, so said, "I'll just jack you off."

"You really ought to try it sometime," Ed said, "But maybe next time."

"Maybe," I said. I did get on my knees while he sat on the bed this time. This was entirely new to me, and his cock was so close to me as I stroked him. I had never seen a cock from this perspective before. Seeing the underside as he hardened, and his balls hanging down actually appeared attractive to me.

"Oh I really wish you would suck me," Ed pleaded.

"Maybe next time," was my reply, "Do you want me to finish here or not?"

"Yes, please finish," replied Ed, "I won't say anything more about sucking."

As I stroked him off I noticed that Ed didn't a tissue in his hand for his load, and didn't want him squirting all over me, so I said, "Better get a tissue ready."

Ed apologized for not being ready and grabbed a couple tissues from the box on his night stand.

Ed was very courteous about cumming, and caught every drop in the tissues. I found this new position to be really enjoyable and was really getting into it. Part of me wished that he had splashed me with his cum. I left, realizing that I was probably going to suck him next time. It wasn't something I especially desired, but had no objection to returning Ed's favor.

I thought about sucking Ed even as I got ready for church the next day.

My parents felt that church was good for me, and dragged me along every Sunday. There were snacks after the service, which I liked, and just had to tough it out through the service. As I sat there I saw Ed was seated on the other side of the sanctuary and remembered our hot time together.

Through an especially boring sermon I passed the time daydreaming about sucking Ed and found myself getting hard. I took a hymnal from the rack ahead of me and covered myself up. I knew my Dad would kill me if he saw that I had a boner in church! I was already learning that an important part of being a good Christian was putting on a good "front".

I forced myself to think about other things so my boner would go soft. Finally the service was over and we could get to the refreshments! My parents were busy talking to other adults, so I was free to seek out Ed.

We both got a couple of colas and stepped away from the others. "About yesterday," I began.

Ed quickly responded, "Look, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I WANT to!" I insisted, "But I think I'll have to suck you first."

Ed was obviously relieved, and smiled, asking, "Why is that?"

"I really loved the feeling," I explained, "And was initially willing to return the favor, but when I came, I just lost interest."

"That used to happen to me," Ed replied, "But I got over it – no problem, you can suck me first."

"Could we do it today?" I asked.

Ed smiled broadly, "You really ARE interested, aren't you? I wish we could but my grandparents are coming to visit and I have to stay home. How about tomorrow after school?"

"Sounds good to me!" I said, and we agreed that I would come right to his house. His parents wouldn't be home for a few hours, and Ed's older brother, Brian was in high school and didn't get home until after we did.

Some would say that I'll burn in hell for all the dirty thoughts I had the rest of the day, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Ed's cock. As I had stroked him, he was just inches from my face and I imagined myself kissing it, licking it and then sucking. I didnt' really know anything about this, but remembered that Ed moved his tongue around when he sucked me, and that felt great, so I imagined myself doing the same.

I wondered what it actually took to make a guy cum. Remembering Ed sucking me, I recalled that it just happened on its own. I hoped that it would for me also. I would be really embarrassed to suck Ed and not be able to finish it! I wondered what cum would taste like – would I like it? I heard a little voice in my mind say "It tastes like chicken!" and I chuckled to myself – I was pretty sure it wouldn't taste anything like that!

I continued to think about sucking Ed throughout the next day at school, and by the time we got out of school I was really eager for his cock!

As we rode the school bus home I asked Ed how he got started sucking cock, and he told me that his brother had taught him. "You suck your brother?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah," said Ed, "All the time!"

There is normally no real traffic in our town, but today the gates were down at the only railway crossing in town, and a freight train was stopped. They aren't supposed to block the crossing for very long, but something must be wrong. I wanted to suck Ed so badly I almost wanted to do it right there on the bus, but we waited anxiously until the train pulled away and the bus proceeded.

"We better get to this right away," I said, not wanting to run out of time. We went up to Ed's room and he dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles. Wasting no time, I kept my pants on and dropped to my knees, taking Ed's cock in my hand and stroking him to erection. I had obsessed about his cock ever since the last time, and now it was there for me. I pointed his cock toward me and took him into my mouth.

What really surprised me was that it felt like his cock actually fit into my mouth – like they were supposed to be together. I sucked, rather awkwardly at first, but Ed said I was doing fine. I continued to suck him, afraid I might not be doing it well enough, but when he came I knew I had done it well. It was truly wonderful feeling his hot seed pumping into my mouth and onto my eager tongue. The taste was very strange – definitely nothing like chicken – but perhaps cum is supposed to have a unique taste.

We heard some noise and realized that Brian was getting home. I began to pull back but Ed said, "No, just stay there and enjoy," placing a hand on my head and pressing me back to him.

As I held Ed's spent cock in my mouth he called out to Brian, who came into the room and saw me coupled to Ed.

Brian smiled and said, "I see your friend is taking up your hobby."

Ed said, "You can swallow now – this is Brian, who taught me to suck."

I swallowed and greeted Brian, suggesting that perhaps he would teach me as well.

"Sure," Brian said, "How about right now?"

He unzipped and took his cock out. I was still on my knees, a position I knew would become very common for me.

I took him into my mouth and was amazed that even though he was much bigger than Ed, his cock fit perfectly into my mouth. I was now more convinced than ever that cocks really belonged in mouths – at least my mouth!

I sucked only sucked Brian a few minutes, but I repeated all the tongue movements I had practiced on Ed, and soon Brian rewarded my efforts. His load was bigger than Ed's and tasted a little different, but similar. Already I was beginning to appreciate the taste of cum, and wondered what it would be like to swallow loads from many different men.

"You're a really good cocksucker!" Brian said, as he pulled out.

I swallowed and thanked him. I knew that "cocksucker" was a derogatory term, but I liked him calling me that.

Brian said I could suck him any time, and he had friends who would appreciate my work. I thanked him and Ed, departing for home. As I walked I realized that I hadn't had my blowjob from Ed. Well, no matter – I would just jack off when I got home. It was then that I realized that I would actually rather suck cock than to cum, which I was a serious commitment to my new hobby!

  To be continued . . .

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