I'm Doug, a 15 year old guy, starting an internship at a local advertising company. I've been here two weeks and I'm faced with a really big decision, but first a little background.

I was 12 when my dad sat me down and told me about the "birds and then bees," but with a twist. He was a very successful business man who ran his own company, but before that he made a rapid rise through a major Wall Street company, and revealed the secret of his fast rise.

Dad told me that many women think that pussy runs the world, and will spread their legs for any man who can help them get ahead. They try to hook guys on their pussy, but they don't realize that what guys want most of all is a blowjob – something many women just won't do!

"If you can find a guy in power and give him what the girls won't – a no-strings blowjob – he will immediately value you, and it will make a big difference in your future!

"You gotta be shittin' me Dad," I countered, "Are you saying I should become a cocksucker?"

"I'm not saying you should become a faggot," he explained, "But a blowjob is a really simple thing to do – and it's completely discrete – he won't want anyone to know about it."

"So is that how you got ahead?" I asked.

Dad smiled and said, "I wouldn't want Mom to know, but I'd do it all over again if I had to, and just wanted to pass the secret on to you."

"But it's such a queer thing to do!" I protested.

"It's your decision," he said, "Make up your own mind – nobody is forcing you."

That was over three years ago and we never talked about it since. In fact, I had just about forgotten about it until now.

After two weeks interning, Mr. Kaufman, the general manager called me into his office and told me that he saw a lot of potential in me. He said that people who moved up quickly were the kind who would do what others would not, and would be rewarded, leaving the others behind.

He invited me to his apartment, which turned out to be a really classy executive suite. He offered me a beer, saying, "I know your young, but you're clearly mature beyond your years, so I think you can handle this."

He explained that he never married because he didn't want the hassle of a life-long commitment, when he could get what he wanted without marrying.

"That is," he explained, "Most of what I want. I can fuck any gal I want, but ask one for a blowjob and they want nothing to do with it."

"It sounds like a blowjob is really important to you," I said, beginning to recall my Dad's talk with me.

"It's the world's best way to cum!" he said, "Any idea where I could get a blowjob?"

"I don't know anyone who does them," I said, "I never have, but I'd be willing to give it a try."

"That's the spirit Doug!" he replied, "I knew I could count on you! Call me Brad."

"Ok, Brad," I said, "But I've never done this before, but I'm willing to learn."

Brad unzipped and took his cock out. It wasn't especially large, but I knew I better make him feel like he had the biggest cock in the world.

"Wow!" I said, "I'm not sure I can get that all the way in my mouth!"

"Just take what you can," said Brad, smiling with anticipation.

I dropped to my knees and took Brad into my mouth. I sucked him and moved my tongue around the head. Brad told me how to move my tongue and what he liked. I did my best to follow his direction and soon he was cumming in my mouth.

It was a really strong taste, and I really wanted to spit, but knew I had better just swallow. When I swallowed he said, "That's a good cocksucker!"

That felt a little insulting, but I knew it was the absolute truth – I was a cocksucker, and did it completely voluntarily. Now that I've done it, I knew I'd be doing it regularly, so I better get used to it.

"You've proven your worth to me, Doug," Brad said, "If you'll do that whenever I need it, you'll go far!"

Brad drove me home and said he knew I'd made the right decision, and he hoped that I liked it."

Now at home, I went to my room and thought about what had just happened. I never thought I would do such a thing, but now I was unquestionably a cocksucker.

I felt ashamed of what I had done and decided not to tell my Dad. I knew that I'd have to do it again and again – as often as Brad wanted it. I realized that I was now his personal cocksucker, and sure hoped it would be worth it.

After dinner I did some web searches and found pictures of guys sucking cocks. As soon as I saw them I kept looking for more, and soon I was surprised to find myself rock hard from looking at these cocksuckers.

I shut down my web browser and went into the bathroom to jack off. As I stroked I thought about the pictures and how Brad felt in my mouth. I stroked and got closer and closer to cumming, and then I thought about Brad cumming in my mouth and that sent me over the edge. It was the strongest climax I had ever had! I went back to my room and it finally dawned on me that I actually liked sucking cock. I wasn't sure if I should be proud or ashamed.

I jacked off again when I went to bed and drifted off to sleep, fondly thinking about the taste of cum.

The next morning I awoke and found that I looked forward to going to work again, and hoped Brad would want another blowjob.

After school I went directly to work and went to see Brad. I knew better than to call him Brad at work, so when I saw him I said, "Mr. Kaufman, I just wanted you to know that if you ever need my assistance, I'm glad to help – just call on me."

He smiled and said he would, and thanked me.

I got a call from Denise, his executive assistant, who told me that I had a 4:30pm meeting with Mr. Kaufman. I thanked her and said I would be there promptly.

I found myself really looking forward to blowing Brad again. I never thought I would like cocksucking, but it just felt amazingly right. I know I did it to get ahead on the job, but now I wanted to do it for shear joy of it.

I arrived at Brad's office a few minutes early, and Denise showed me in. "Please, no interruptions, Denise," he said.

"Yes Mr. Kaufman," she said, "I'll hold all calls."

"She's a great assistant," Brad said, "But too bad she doesn't give blowjobs, but that's your job!"

He locked the door and removed his pants and shorts. His cock was already hard and he said, "I need you to work with me on this – I'll take you to a new level."

I dropped to my knees and he put his cock in my mouth. It was narrow, so it was easy to get into my mouth. Brad put his hands on my head and pulled me to him, forcing his cock to the back of my mouth, starting to gag me.

"Try to hold back on the gagging, and just try to swallow when I push back," he said.

It was a bit awkward, but I did manage to swallow, which took which took a lot of effort, but I felt his cock head beginning to go down my throat. I knew this was the beginning of deep throating, but he wasn't long enough to go in deeper, but just told me to keep swallowing.

The swallowing motion was driving him wild, and soon he pumped his load down my throat, without my even tasting it. It was a difficult blowjob for me, and tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"Now that was a fantastic blowjob!" he said, "Once again you've proven that you'll do what nobody else will."

I continued to intern until I graduated from high school. Then I hired in full time and continued to blow Brad as needed. I would go on business trips with him and stay in the same room with him to be there whenever needed. I knew my career was moving along nicely – but best of all I loved blowing Brad!

Special thanks to my online friend Denys Tull, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)