I'm Bryan, a thirteen year old farm boy in Iowa. I live on a small dairy farm with a little over 200 milking cows. Farm life can be kind of strenuous, and I learned to get up early and work hard from an early age. Cows need to be milked regularly and you just can't let it slide.

Of course we have milking machines, but we still have to bring the cows in, wipe them down and hook them up. At least we don't have to do it by hand, but I had to learn to. My older brother Ben taught me about four years ago, insisting that I learn how, just in case a milking machine broke down. It was kind of strange – I had to make my fingers simulate the feeling of a calf sucking. It took some practice, and with Ben's help I got it down.

"Maybe I should have you milk me," Ben said.

Ben was four years older than me and was always saying things I didn't understand, which he just called "grown up stuff" when I asked about it.

"Now I know you're pulling my leg!" I said, "You don't have teats to milk!"

"But I have this," he said, rubbing his crotch.

"You can't get milk out of that!" I insisted.

"You can too when you're older," he countered, "I'll show you."

"This I gotta see!" I said.

Ben took out his cock and approached me. His pecker was soft but much bigger than mine. This was the first time I had ever seen it, and I was fascinated.

"Take it in your hand, like a teat," he said.

I did so, and worked my fingers like I was milking a cow.

"It's better to just stroke it," Ben said, moving my hand to show me how.

I stroked Ben as he had taught me and soon he said, "Here it comes!"

His cock started shooting milk, and I had to move aside so I didn't get squirted.

"Wow!" I said, "I didn't believe you, but you really do have milk, though not very much."

"Thanks!" said Ben, "That was really nice."

"It feels good too?" I asked.

"Feels wonderful," Ben agreed, "In a few years you'll be able to have milk."

For the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about milking Ben, and after dinner I asked him more about it. I knew that the reason cows gave milk was to feed the calves, but why do guys give milk, and through their peckers?

Ben explained that it wasn't the same sort of milk, but was called semen, which is for mating. I had seen cows mate, and now it was starting to make sense to me. "You mean when cows mate the bulls shoot their milk into the cows?"

Ben nodded and told me that it feels really good when it happens, and he really appreciated my help today.

"I could milk you again," I said.

There is an even better way than by hand," Ben said.

"How is that?" I asked, eager to learn.

"With your mouth," he explained, "Just like a suckling calf – that way you can swallow the milk too."

I thought about it, always suspecting a trick, and said, "You aren't going to pee in my mouth, are you."

"I promise I won't," said Ben, "Or you can tell Mom."

That sounded convincing, but triggered another thought, "What would Mom think of this?" I asked.

"Probably better not to say anything to her," Ben cautioned me, "She doesn't like me telling you adult things – she's afraid of you growing up too early."

"But I want to learn about adult things!" I insisted.

"Okay, I'll teach you," Ben responded, "But let's just keep it between us."

We went out to the barn, telling are parents we were going out to check on the cows. When we got to the barn Ben unzipped and took out his pecker.

"The adult word for this is cock," Ben instructed me, "But you probably shouldn't use that word much in public."

Ben directed me to get on my knees and I took his cock into my mouth. It felt kind of strange, but in a good way. I felt it getting larger as I held him, and Ben told me about moving my tongue around, and making swallowing motions with my throat. It was as if I were trying to swallow his cock, but there was no danger of it coming loose. I learned to keep my teeth away from Ben's cock, and he told me I was doing really well.

"Here it comes!" he said, "As soon as you feel it, start swallowing."

I felt a flood of hot liquid in my mouth and I began to swallow. Even though I was swallowing, I couldn't help but taste it. I sure didn't taste like milk – it didn't taste like anything I had ever had. It was strong tasting, and I wasn't sure I liked it.

"Damn that was good!" declared Ben, "You sure know how to make a guy cum!"

"What's cumming?" I asked.

"Oh, cumming is when you make the milk come out," said Ben, "And it always feels really good!"

"When will I be able to cum?" I asked

"Probably in a few years," replied Ben, "It's a wonderful part of growing up!"

A few years seemed like forever to me, but maybe I could enjoy Ben cumming, but I wasn't sure about his bad tasting milk – I wondered if it was spoiled.

"Your milk tastes kind of bad," I said, "Is there something wrong with it?"

"No, it's supposed to taste that way," responded Ben, "And with a little practice you may even like it."

I doubted that and wasn't sure I'd do this again.

Ben thanked me, and we went back to the house.

The next morning Ben asked me if I would milk him again and I agreed. It was a really cool thing to do and made me feel like more of an adult. As I sucked him I followed his directions in how to move my tongue, and as before he filled my mouth with his milk. This time he told me not to swallow right away, but to hold it in my mouth and I would grow to like the taste. His cock just kept pumping and pumping and I thought it was going to overflow my mouth.

Ben pulled out, leaving only his milk in my mouth. As I held it I was beginning to grow accustomed to the strong taste. I wasn't sure I would ever really like it, but the taste was at least okay.

From that time I milked Ben twice a day – once in the barn at morning milkings, and once at bedtime. Ben would come stand next to my bed and I would suck him – he said it helped him get to sleep.

Over the next few weeks I continued to milk Ben and we grew very close. I used to be his pain-in-the-ass little brother, but now he seemed to value me more, and would even take me with him, often finding an opportunity for me to milk him along the way.

Ben told me that when I milked him that it was called a blowjob, and that the milk was called cum. By then I had really grown to like the taste of cum, and welcomed every chance I had to give blowjobs. Ben cautioned me to not tell anyone else about my blowing him, because it was a very private matter.

Ben would take me along even when he was with his friends, Ed and Mark. I wondered what their cocks were like, but of course never said anything about blowing Ben. The whole time we were together I looked forward to the next time, which usually happened on the way home, when Ben and I would find a private place.

One day I asked Ben, "Do you suppose I could blow your friends?"

"Why would you want to do that?" Ben asked.

"Well it would be more convenient if they knew I blew you," I replied, "So we didn't have to wait until we were going home, and I thought they would want the same."

"They probably would," Ben said, "I'll talk to them about it – I need to make sure they keep it to themselves."

The next time we were out with Ben's friends we were in a secluded spot and Ben said, "Mind if I get a blowjob?"

I was sure eager and Ben's friends said it was fine, so I sucked Ben while the watched. After a few minutes they both had their cocks out, and soon after Ben came I was sucking Ed. He was really quick, which surprised me. Mark took longer and talked to me as I sucked. He told me I was a really good cocksucker, which made me feel great. When he finally unloaded I held his cum in my mouth for awhile. It was strong as well, but a bit different. Each guy tasted different, but there was a manly similarity to all of their cum.

After that I would blow all three of them whenever we were together, and I secretly blew Mark and Ed when I got a chance. I never told Ben, but I asked his friends if they knew other guys who I could blow and they introduced me to a few more. One led to another, and now, at age thirteen I'm blowing 23 guys!

All of them are older guys, so I don't see them in school. I'm now in middle school and all the guys I blow are in high school. I've since learned that a lot of people don't like cocksuckers, so I make sure that nobody in my school knows.

I don't think I'm gay, since I like to flirt with the girls, and hope to be dating them soon, but I know that I will forever be a dedicated cocksucker.

  To be continued . . .

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