I'm Jimmy, a fourteen year old boy in rural Indiana. People tend to think of the Bible Belt being in the south, but it extends up here as well. My parents drag me to church every Sunday and tell me I shouldn't jack-off. Actually they don't use those words. Instead they tell me I shouldn't touch myself in an “impure” manner or engage in "self-abuse".

Self-abuse? Who came up with that one? Jacking-off is certainly not abuse of any kind – it's wonderful. I learned about it from my friend Marty, who showed me how to do it. For a while we used to jack off each other, which he said was okay until we found girlfriends.

I did find girls attractive, and watching their breasts develop through puberty left me wanting to get my hands on them, but that wasn't so easy. Girls made it so much more difficult than it should be. I had to work up to it, and build a relationship with them. It was a pretty complicated arrangement just to cop a feel.

It was even more difficult to get laid, though some of my friends bragged about it – I wasn't sure if they were for real or just making it up. Marty told me about blowjobs and how it was even better than getting laid.

"It must take forever to convince a girl to do a blowjob," I told Marty.

"A lot of them won't, no matter what," he replied, "And many don't do a very good job, anyway."

"If they don't do it well," I asked, "How can a blowjob be better than being laid?"

"Well, there are some guys who do it," explained Marty, "and they give the best blowjobs around."

"Wow!" I said, "How do I find one who will?"

"That's the tough part," he said, "They keep it a secret because it's not socially acceptable."

"I'll bet!" I agreed, thinking how shocked my Mom would be to hear of such a thing.

I thought about it a lot and decided to look it up on the internet. My parents had porn-blocker software installed on our home computer, so every attempt I made to find porn was stopped. Later I learned that the porn blocker software could create a report of all my failed attempts, so I stopped trying and waited in fear for my Mom to check it and start a new series of morality lectures. Fortunately it never happened – she probably never checked.

I tried the computers at school and the public library but they were also blocked. I asked Marty how he got around it and he told me there were no porn-blockers on his computer. He invited me to his house and told me to bring a memory stick.

After school I went to Marty's house and he showed me some porn sites that showed naked people having sex. He downloaded a couple of dozen really hot pictures onto my memory stick and warned me not to let anyone else see what was on it.

I went home and looked at the pictures on my computer. My parents weren't home from work just yet, so I had the place to myself. As I scanned through the pictures I stopped at one where a woman was sucking a guy's cock. I took out my cock and began stroking. As I did, I found myself thinking about sucking the cock myself. I knew that wasn't exactly a normal thing for a guy, but it was exciting – definitely something I needed to keep to myself.

I continued going through the pictures until I found a picture of a guy sucking a guy. That was just too hot for me and I furiously pulled on my cock until I climaxed.

Once I did, I felt guilty for what I had been thinking and quickly cleaned up. I was going to erase the porn files from my memory stick, but decided that I might want to look at them again sometime, and put it in a safe place. I shut down the computer and worked on my homework until my parents came home.

At dinner Mom said that she was going to help out with her church group tonight, so she was leaving us guys in charge. We weren't really in charge of anything, but that's just the way Mom talked.

My homework was done so I played video games in my room while my Dad drank beer, watching TV downstairs. I must have played for a few hours, and then my Dad called me downstairs. I could see from the many empty bottles that he was probably good and drunk.

"How about helping your dear old Dad out here?" he asked.

"How?" I asked, not sure what to expect.

"Just come over here and kneel in front of my chair," he said.

That seemed really strange, but I went along with it. My Dad was sitting in a big comfortable chair and he spread his feet apart to open up his legs. "Come closer," he encouraged me.

I edged closer and he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I had never seen it before but it was much bigger than mine, even though it was soft.

"Help me out here, like a good boy," he said.

I knew that if Mom were here she would probably kill us both, but she wasn't, and I wasn't going to pass this chance up. I took his cock in both hands and started to squeeze it. I responded by growing and soon I was stroking it.

It took both hands and he wasn't even fully hard yet! Dad really liked what I was doing and told me I was a really good boy to help him out like this. Feeling encouraged, I bent my head over and put the end of his cock in my mouth. It had kind of a salty taste, but I liked it. I couldn't take much into my mouth, but I eagerly followed his instructions as he told my how to move my tongue around his cock head, and to give special attention to the part on the bottom side of the head.

With most of his cock outside my mouth I found that I could stroke him while I sucked, giving him kind of a combination blowjob/handjob. This was the very best thing I had ever experienced and worked eagerly to earn my reward. I wondered what his cum would taste like and hoped to find out soon.

I don't know how long I worked on him, but finally he said, "That's good, I guess I'm too drunk to cum."

He thanked me and I got up. I immediately went to the bathroom and jacked-off again. I was so aroused that it didn't take long and I knew I wanted to do it again – and taste Dad's cum.

I went to bed but couldn't fall asleep, thinking about sucking Dad. I was sure that he would never offer me his cock when he was sober, so I might have to settle for sucking his soft cock when we was drunk.

I jacked-off one more time and drifted off to sleep.

The next day I couldn't get sucking Dad out of my mind. I wondered what his attitude would be now, and feared that he would preach to me about the sins of the flesh.

That night after dinner my father took me out to the garage and said, "About last night ... I was really drunk and should never have ..."

"It's okay Dad," I replied, "You just did what felt natural and I was glad to help."

"It was wrong for both of us and must never happen again!" he insisted, "And I ask that you please never tell your mother about this."

"I'll bet she would go ballistic and kick us both out of the house," I said.

"Probably," agreed Dad, "So we'll just keep this between us."

"Sure, we can just be careful and she will never find out," I affirmed.

"We aren't ever going to do it again," Dad insisted, "And I am so ashamed for making you do that last night."

I decided that it was time to be bold about this, since he was counting on my secrecy, so I said, "But I'm not ashamed, and I want more."

"There's no way," he said, "That was a one-time event."

"It was an event alright," I agreed, "And if you want me to shut up about it, you'll let me have your cock again."

"I just can't do that," Dad said.

"Sure you can," I insisted, "Now just take out your cock and I'll show you."

For the first time in my life I had the upper hand with Dad, and he knew it. He slowly unzipped and took out his cock. I took it in my hands and fondled him until he was hard, looking him in the eyes the entire time.

I dropped to my knees and started to suck, looking up to maintain eye contact the entire time. It took only a few minutes before he rewarded me with his hot load, and I found that I loved the taste! It was very strong, and different from anything else I had ever tried, and I hoped to be getting much more.

I swallowed and he pulled out and zipped up. "That was disgusting!" he said, "Now get out of my sight."

What an ungrateful bastard! I got up and went in to my room and remained there until bedtime.

I was almost asleep when I heard a knock on the door – it was Dad. He came in and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm really sorry for what I said out there," he began, "I just had this horrible feeling of guilt."

"It's okay," I said, "I get the same thing."

"So you won't tell Mom?" he asked.

"Of course not," I assured him, "And you will let me suck you more."

"Sure, but we have to be careful," he said, and bid me goodnight.

From that point on I sucked Dad several times a week. I found him encouraging Mom to work with her church group so we could be home alone. He began taking me fishing, which would always involve a blowjob.

I'm not sure how he squared it with his religious beliefs, but I was convinced that it was a wonderful way for a father and son to be close, and hoped it would continue indefinitely.

  To be continued . . .

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