When I was 12 my Dad took me aside for the traditional birds and bees talk, but this was anything but traditional. After talking about sex with girls, and how I have to be careful to avoid an unwanted pregnancy, he finally got down to the meat of the talk.

"Son, I'm sure you've heard about women who sleep their way to the top in business," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed, "And it seems so unfair that they can get ahead just because they have a pussy."

"That's what it looks like," Dad agreed, "But the real story is one seldom told, and I'm going to share a secret with you."

My father was a very successful businessman – a vice president in a large, privately owned firm. The owners were mainly family members, and most of the executive spots went to family, except for a few outsiders who distinguished themselves.

"Son," he said, "You have an advantage over any woman, because you can do what they won't."

"I don't understand," I said.

"I'm getting to that," Dad said, "When a woman spreads her legs for the boss, it starts to create a complicated situation for him, that may ruin his marriage, but you can give what most women won't – your mouth"

"You mean blow the boss?" I asked with amazement.

"It sounds crude," explained Dad, "But that’s the size of it. You find a good looking, upwardly mobile man who the women all like, and you give him what they won't. No involvement, just the best climax he's ever had without any complications. He'll come back to you time and again, and keep you nearby."

He can still take the women out for dinner, but he'll come to you for what he really needs. You can still date women too, so people don't suspect.

"So is that how you got to your spot," I asked.

"Yes, and its how I keep it," he said.

"I've never even thought about sucking cock," I said.

"You don't have to do this," Dad said, "But it might be wise to. Give it some thought, and we can talk again."

I thought about it, and wasn't sure I wanted to be gay. In fact, I was attracted to women and not to men at all, so I didn't see how I could possibly suck cock.

After a few weeks I broached the subject again with my Dad, saying, "Dad, do you LIKE sucking cocks?"

"Well yes," he said, "I have grown to enjoy it."

"So you are gay?" I asked.

"Some people would say that I must be if I suck cocks," he said, "But I don't see it that way – I like women and love your mother, but still enjoy sucking cocks – so I'm sort of a straight cocksucker."

"I didn't think there was such a thing," I said.

"Don't get hung up on labels," Dad cautioned me, "It's just between you and the guy you are sucking, and secret from everyone else."

I thanked him and said I'd think more about it.

In a few more days I told my Dad that I wanted to be a straight cocksucker, and he said he would teach me. Two nights later Mom was out playing cards with her friends, leaving me alone with Dad. Dad sat on the couch in the living room with his pants down around his ankles. He told me to kneel before him and get to know his cock.

I took his cock in my hand and he described to me how I should suck him and pointed out the places that were the most sensitive. Finally I was ready to try and took him in my mouth. I was surprised at how natural it felt – like cocks and mouths were made for each other. Dad coached me as I sucked and soon he said he was about to cum. He told me to hold his load in my mouth and not to swallow yet.

When he filled my mouth with his seed I just held it there, as he had told me.

"Now you might not like the way it tastes ate first," he said, "It is a very strong taste, but just hold it in your mouth and grow accustomed to it. Every time you taste it you will know that you've done something really special."

I held his load in my mouth for about five minutes and did find that I grew accustomed to the taste. Dad told me to swallow, and I did.

He told me that I should practice whenever I could. Now that I knew how, we could sneak a blowjob in the garage or out in the backyard out of sight of Mom. He told me that if I could find other guys to blow that my skills would greatly improve.

For the next six months I only blew my Dad several times a week. Then I got the idea of approaching guys who went to adult book stores and adult movie theaters. They were in a part of town a couple of miles away, but I rode my bike there and locked it in a bike rack. I walked to the parking lots and approached guys just arriving.

"Could I interest you in a blowjob, sir?" I would ask. Many were embarrassed and said no, but a few agreed and we found a private place. It turns out that if a guy is horny, there are a lot of public places where it is safe to suck. At the adult movie theater we went behind a trash dumpster. Horny guys cum very quickly, so the risk of being caught is quite minimal.

There was an adult book store with a narrow alley next to the building. I gave a lot of blowjobs there, and several times got caught by guys cutting through the alley. Some just said, "Excuse me", but most stood by for their turn.

By the time I was seventeen I was a proficient cocksucker. I still sucked my Dad, so he knew how good I was. He helped arrange for me to get an internship with a small family company in town. He told me that they had a lot of growth prospects, and if I succeeded with them I could rise up as they grew.

I worked hard and Brad, one of the junior executives liked my work, and asked me to be his assistant. That was a wonderful break for me, since it gave me a chance to learn so much more of the business.

All the time I worked for him I thought about blowing him, and wondered what his cock was like. He was married, but I noticed that he liked to flirt with the girls in the office.

I often worked late with him and we would have dinner together. One night after we had delivered on a major new contract Brad said we should celebrate and took me out to a really nice steak and seafood restaurant. He ordered wine and appetizers that were so expensive I would never have considered them. We shared a couple of bottles of expensive wine, and he started to really open up to me.

Brad lamented the fact that his wife didn't put out any more, saying, "If ever you want to stop having sex, just get married."

"I've heard that," I agreed, "so I'm just playing the field as long as I can."

"Smart move. I've tried messing around," Brad confessed, "but it nearly ruined my marriage."

"The problem with women is that they want a relationship when you just want sex," I said.

"You got that right!" Brad agreed, "So what am I supposed to do – get a blowjob from some guy?"

"Hmmm," I said, "You know I've heard that guys give the best blowjobs, but you might have to find just the right guy."

Brad leaned close and whispered, "Would YOU be that right guy?"

I knew I had to play this carefully and not seem too eager, so I tried to look surprised and said, "I'm afraid you caught me by surprise."

Brad quickly back-off and said, "I know it's absurd – it's the wine talking – let's just forget about it."

Maybe I was too subtle about it, and may have missed my chance. I hoped I would have another opportunity.

The next morning I looked on Brad's calendar for an opening. Since I scheduled all of his meetings I could book time with him whenever he was available. I schedule half an hour at 11:30am.

Brad greeted me warmly, as always, and I said I owed him a big apology and an explanation. He asked what I was talking about.

"Well," I began, "as your assistant I help you with both business matters and personal matters. I've picked up your suits at the cleaners, and got flowers for your wife, so it's perfectly natural for me to help you with personal matters."

"When you asked if I could help you last night I realized that I really let you down, and I apologize and would like to make it up to you."

Brad just stared at me in surprise, and then whispered, "Are you saying you would be willing to give me a blowjob?"

"I am willing to do whatever needs to be done," I said, "I may not be any good at it, but I'm willing to try."

"Are you SURE?" Brad asked.

"Absolutely," I assured him.

Brad got up and locked his door and then came over and leaned on his desk next to me and took out his cock.

I reached toward him tentatively and hesitated. "It's okay," he said.

I took his cock in my hand and fondled him, feigning the clumsiness of a beginner. I brought my mouth to his cock and paused again.

"You don't have to do this," he assured me.

"Yes, I do," I said.

I took his cock in my mouth and just held it there. I knew that if he hadn't cum for awhile that he might cum quickly, and I wanted him to really enjoy this, so he would just HAVE to have more!

I avoided any tongue action, and just sucked, feeling him grow in my mouth. He moaned with delight and told me I was doing great. He began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, but he could only last a few minutes that way and soon gave me a generous sized load. I just let him stay in my mouth until he pulled out, then I swallowed.

"You can use my bathroom to spit and rinse your mouth out if you want," Brad said.

"I already swallowed," I said, "Isn't that what I was supposed to do?"

"That's even better," Brad said, "I really appreciate your initiative and know you will get better with practice."

"I am at your service," I said, "As always."

From that point on Brad took me to most of his business meetings and frequently asked me to speak. The additional exposure got me lots of favorable recognition. I saw an impressive increase in my next paycheck as well.

I blew Brad several times a week. He would typically have me schedule sessions before lunch, but would sometimes call me at home and ask if he could stop by. I always agreed, and made sure that Brad’s needs were always satisfied.

He would take me on business trips and book two rooms, but I would sleep in his bed so I would be available as needed. I would blow him at bedtime, so he could sleep well, and again in the morning, to start the day out right.

My business skills dramatically improved with the many opportunities I was provided, so when Brad became president I was well qualified for the Executive VP job he gave me – it's just that I would never have had the chance if I hadn't sucked my way to the top!

  To be continued . . .

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