I'm a high school guy who loves to jack-off (don't we all). Actually I would rather get laid, but girls really are a lot of work – "high maintenance" is what I think describes them best.

I dated a girls occasionally, but most of the time it just wasn't worth the trouble. My needs were simple and theirs was so complex.

I'm straight, but found myself thinking about a gay guy in school. He was openly gay, but that probably wasn't a good idea. People called him "Homo Joe" and gave him a really tough time – even some of the teachers. I knew that if I were gay I sure would keep it to myself.

But since I am straight, my interest in Homo Joe was simply to get a blowjob. I heard that guys give the best blowjobs, but I had never had one. None of the girls I dated were willing, so I was still a virgin.

I didn't want to be seen with Homo Joe, for fear that I people would think I'm gay, so I watched for a discrete opportunity.

After school there were few people left, and most were in various activities. I wandered the empty halls and saw Joe go into the boy's room and followed him in. I joined him standing at the urinals.

I introduced myself and said, "I hear you give blowjobs."

"Sure, would you like one?" he replied.

I turned to him, offering my cock and soon he was on his knees and sucking me.

I feared that someone might come in, so I said, "Not here – let's go back to a stall."

Joe got up and we went to the last stall. He sat down and I stood before him, cock out. He sucked me and it was incredible! I quickly came and he eagerly swallowed.

"Man that was great!" I said, "Thanks a lot!"

"Any time," he said, as I left.

It seemed that Joe could be the best friend a guy could have, but knew I had to keep this a secret. If only girls were this easy.

Joe would smile at me as we passed in the halls, but otherwise kept his distance. We developed a routine, and he would blow me several times a week. I still jacked off, but usually thought about him sucking me when I did.

After awhile I became curious about cocksucking. I found myself fantasizing about sucking Joe, and that gave me an especially strong climax.

I started to think about it as Joe blew me, and I came more quickly that way.

Once, after he finished I asked to see his cock. He took it out and I handled him until he was hard. He was about the same length as I was, but much thicker.

"You can suck it if you like," offered Joe.

"Okay, but not here," I replied, "Is there somewhere really private we can go?"

"Let me see what I can work out," he said.

For the next few days I kept thinking about sucking Joe. I knew that if I did I would be gay, but had come to terms with it. Joe passed me a note in school one day. I quickly put it in my pocket to open later. When I did I saw that it read: "My Mom works late on Friday's, so you can come to my house after school." He gave the address. I knew that his father didn't live with them, so we would be alone. The next time we passed in the hall I gave him a "thumbs up" and he nodded in agreement.

The next Friday I went to Joe's house and he greeted me at door naked. I entered and undressed. We each took hold of the other's cocks and squeezed. We stood there fondling each other for a while, and then Joe told me to get on my knees.

I did so and looked at Joe's cock waiting for my mouth. It was really thick and I wasn't sure I could take it in. I eagerly opened my mouth and he pressed into my mouth. It fit, but really filled my mouth with little room to spare.

Joe instructed me in technique and I followed his directions with great interest. It may not be what most guys do, but it really felt right to me. Soon I felt Joes cock expand a bit and then felt it pulsing as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. It was very strong and strange tasting, but I liked it, and was glad to get it.

I knew that now I also was a homo, but didn't plan to let it get out.

"How was that?" Joe asked.

"Even better than I'd expected," I said, "I want to do that a lot more!"

"We can do it every Friday if you like," he said, "Or more often if we find other places – there are actually lots of places where you can do blowjobs."

Joe then offered me a hand up and I stood. He dropped to his knees and said "My turn," and proceeded to suck me off. I was rock hard from sucking him, and with Joe's cum taste still in my mouth, I came very quickly.

I went home, feeling a real sense of accomplishment. From that day forward I found myself thinking about cocks every day. In gym class we would shower afterward and I would discretely look at the many cocks in the shower, wishing I could suck them all, but always keeping to myself.

I went to Joe's every Friday and he taught me to 69, which was a great way for us to enjoy each other's cocks and to cum at the same time.

I told Joe of my interest in sucking other guys, but didn't want to let my secret out at school. He put me in contact with a couple of adults who enjoyed boys like us. It was strictly illegal, so we knew they would be discrete, and through them I sucked many other men.

I am grateful to Joe for making me a homo, and have swallowed many gallons of cum since!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)