My name is Mikey. I am 12. This took place in the 70's. I just started an afternoon paper route. The first time I went to collect I arrived at Mr. Smith's house and he greeted me at the door.

"I'm here all alone right now, so why don't you come in and visit while I write you a check?" he said, "My wife is a nurse and works a swing shift, and won't be home until late tonight."

He seemed like a really nice man so I went in. It was a hot day and I gratefully accepted the Coke he offered me. I sat on the couch while he wrote out the check, and then handed it to me. I told him that it was written for twice wehat he owed and he told me that the rest was for me.

"I'll give you a nice big tip every month if you make sure you leave the paper right against the door, so I don't have to go outside looking for it, okay?" he replied.

"Sure," I said, "I'll be glad to."

"When I get home in the afternoon I usually shower," he continued, "And I like to read the paper, which you deliver about then."

I thanked him and finished my Coke and left. I decided right then that anyone who tips like Mr. Smith would get whatever they wanted.

A few days later I had to stay after school for a little while so I was late starting my paper route. As I am walking up to Mr. Smith's house I see him through the front window. I realized that he must have been waiting for the paper, so I hurried to deliver his.

As I was about to put it against the door, the door opened and there was Mr. Smith. He only had a towel around him. I handed him the paper and as I did he let go of the towel and it dropped to the floor.

"Come in, come in," he said, "Before anyone sees me like this."

I was a little embarrassed as I came in into his house. I couldn't help staring at his naked body and his manly cock hanging down and swinging around as moved. He closed the door behind him and grabbed the towel, pulling it back over him.

As he tried to hold the towel he kept fumbling and finally dropping it.

Not knowing what to say in this situation, I just said, "I'll put the paper on the table."

All the time I kept looking at his cock whenever it was exposed. My little cock was now at full attention, sticking straight out.

Apparently frustrated with the towel, Mr. Smith said, "To hell with the towel, it just won't stay in place." My heart raced as he stood there in front of me totally naked.

"It's a good thing it's just us guys here," he said as he quickly closed the drapes so no one can see in.

My bulging pants must have been evident, and he said, "Do you like seeing me like this?" I just nodded mt head.

"Have you ever seen naked men before?" he asked.

I nodded my head again and said, "I've seen lots, showering at the YMCA." A strange feeling was coming over me as we had this unusual conversation. I felt a little uneasy about it, but was also starting to enjoy it. I had never had such a conversation before.

"Did watching those men make your penis get hard too?", he asked.

"Yes, nearly always," I said, "But I made sure I covered up because it was embarrassing."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed by that," he assured me, "It's a natural reaction, and if they saw you hard they would just know you admired them."

"Yes, I admired them," I agreed, "And I admire you also."

Mr. Smith smiled and said, "Touch my penis and it will grow and get hard like yours."

I grabbed it and started stroking it. I had never touched another guy like that and it was wonderful! Soon it grew to more than 7" as I watched in amazement. I couldn't believe how good it felt – so big and hard.

"Now Mikey," said Mr. Smith, "It's really not fair that I'm naked and you aren't." He proceeded to take off all my clothes. I wasn't used to being naked outside the bathroom, and just stood there with my little cock pointing out.

Mr. Smith got down on his knees and took my little cock into his mouth. I didn't know what he was doing, but it felt wonderful! Whatever he did was more than I could stand and soon I shot my little load into his mouth. That was the most incredible feeling I ever!

"That was wonderful!" I told Mr. Smith.

"It's also wonderful for the guy sucking," he said, "Would you like to try?"

"I'd love to," I quickly agreed.

Mr. Smith led me to the couch, where he sat down and spread his legs apart. I knelt before him, between his legs and lowered my head to take him into my mouth. At first I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth. After a couple of minutes I managed to get a couple of inches in. Soon he came in my mouth, shooting huge loads that I could barely swallow.

"Mikey, you're a wonderful cocksucker," he said, "Much better than my wife. With some practice I you'll get even better."

"I really liked it," I confessed, "Will you let me practice some more?"

"Of course Mikey," he replied, "And when you get better I'll have some of my friends over for you to suck."

"Really?" I asked, "That would be so cool!"

"Why don't you come see me each day after you finish deliveries and we'll practice on each other?"

I quickly agreed and said I had to finish up, so I got dressed and left, thanking Mr. Smith for the tip and the practice.

As I finished my paper route, all I could think about was sucking Mr. Smith's cock. I also remembered how some of those men at the YMCA had nice big cocks. Maybe I should start going back there.

I visited Mr. Smith each day and we sucked each other. I learned to take him into my mouth as far as I could and how to keep my teeth off his sensitive cock.

On Saturday morning I decided to go to the YMCA and swim for a while. At least that's what I told my parents. I was going to swim, but really wanted to see more naked men in the showers. I decided that this time I wasn't going to hide my hard cock.

When I got done swimming I went to the locker room and removed my swim trunks. When I got to the shower, all were in use by black teenagers. I had seen black guys naked before and they usually had much bigger cocks than white guys. These guys were only teenagers, but they all had adult-sized cocks.

I stepped into the large shower room to await my turn, my little cock hard with appreciation of the view.

One of the guys noticed my condition and said, "Hey kid, you like what you see?"

I just nodded and continued to watch. Another guy said, "Come on over and help me wash."

I approached and he handed me the soap and told me to enjoy myself. I took his big cock in my hand and rubbed it with soap. I ran my soapy hand over the head and he called out. I stopped, but he told me to keep going, so I resumed, stroking his slippery cock with one hand and massaging the head with my other.

Suddenly he came, shooting his load all over my chest. "That was fuckin' awsome!" he said.

"Do me!" said one of the others, and I went to him and soaped up his cock as well. I kind of liked the way the other guy had shot his cum on me, so I knelt to give him a good target.

Instead, the guy immediately pressed his cock to my mouth, and I eagerly opened to receive him. I was glad that I had practiced with Mr. Smith, because he was big as well, but I was able suck him fairly easily. Soon he rewarded my efforts with his hot load, which I swallowed eagerly, though some did drip out of my mouth.

He pulled out and the other guys had lined up for their turn, so I sucked the next guy while the others urged me on. I sucked and swallowed each of them – eight in all.

"Nice job kid," said the last one I sucked, "You deserve to cum now too – jack off for us."

I was very ready for it, so I stroked my little cock with a soapy hand while they watched, and shot my cum on the shower floor.

They left and I took my much-needed shower, cleaning the cum off my chest, feeling truly wonderful about my new experience. When I got to the locker room the black guys were all dressed, and one of them gave me a paper with his phone number on it.

"Call me sometimes and I'll get the group together at my place," he said, "We'll be back here most Saturdays too."

I knew I would be getting a lot more practice! As I went home my stomach was feeling uneasy, kind of like I was going to be sick. I realized that I had swallowed eight loads of cum, and wondered if that was too much for me. When I got home I just sat and watched TV for awhile, trying not to throw up. After awhile the feeling passed and I felt especially proud of myself.

I really liked being a cocksucker, and decided to spend a lot more time at the Y.

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn, for inspiring this story and providing much of the content.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)