I'm Ed, a sixteen-year-old high school guy who became a cocksucker by accident. Well, the sucking wasn't an accident, but the circumstances that led up to it were. There is a public park just behind my house, and as I was growing up we used to play in the woods. Now that I'm older I've enjoyed just walking the trails and enjoying nature.

One day as I was walking the trail I met Mike, an adult who was just standing at the edge of the trail with his cock and ball hanging out of his pants. That was a very unexpected sight and I thought for a moment that he had diminished mental capacity.

"I don't normally see this sort of thing out here," I said.

"I'm just fishing for cocksuckers," Mike said.

That was as surprising as what I saw before me, and I was at a loss for words.

Mike continued, "A lot of guys love to suck cock, but may just need some encouragement, and I'm simply inviting them."

On the surface that kind of made sense, but I sure didn't know any guys who wanted to suck. I found myself unable to take my eyes off his cock.

"Go ahead and touch it," urged Mike.

I had never touched another guy's cock before, but this looked so inviting I found myself taking him in my hand. It felt soft to the touch, yet firm. Mike told me to squeeze it and I did, and felt it hardening in my hand. For reasons I simply didn't understand I found that I really liked handling Mike's cock, but knew that I was in a taboo area.

"I think you'd enjoy sucking it," said Mike, "Go ahead and try."

That was a line I didn't dare cross, so I released his cock and said, "I better not."

Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, saying, "Here's my address and phone number, let me know if you change your mind."

I put it in my pocket and hurried off, wishing him a good day.

As I walked my mind raced. I really liked handling his cock, but didn't know why. He wanted me to suck him, but I'm no faggot, so that was out of the question. I turned back, hoping to see him again, and hoping I could handle him more without being pressured into sucking him.

I realized that my cock was semi-hard, and that it may be impairing my judgement, but I really wanted this. When I got to where I had met Mike I found that he wasn't there, so I continued down the path, hoping to see him again. When I got to my home I went inside, disappointed that I had missed him.

I thought more about how much I liked handling Mike's cock, and I could see that he liked it also. I felt sure that he would let me handle him more if I could just see him again. Then I remembered the paper he gave me and took it out. There he had clearly printed his address and phone number. He wasn't far from me, but it was late now. I decided to call him tomorrow.

The next day I called Mike from school at lunch time. He said he was glad to hear from me and wanted to know if I was ready to suck. "No," I said, "I'm not like that, but would like to handle you, if that's ok."

"Sure," said Mike, "You want to stop by after school today?"

"Well, yes," I said, "But on one condition – that you not try to talk me into sucking you."

"That's cool, he siad, "Sucking isn't for everyone – just come by and enjoy yourself."

The rest of the afternoon I was hard most of the time, thinking about Mike's cock. I had to hold my books in front of me when I switched classes so people wouldn't see me tenting my pants.

After school I hurried to Mike's house and he welcomed me in. We didn't talk much – he just led me into his living room and dropped his trousers and shorts to is ankles, then stepped out of them. He sat on the couch and spread his legs.

"Come kneel here," he said, and I knelt on the floor between his legs, gazing at his semi-hard cock. He was clearly bigger than I was, but not really huge. I immediately took him into my hand and began to squeeze and stroke him gently.

"You really enjoy my cock, Ed," he said, "What do you have against sucking it?"

"If I did that would make me a faggot," I said, "I'm straight."

"Of course you are," agreed Mike, "But how can a simple thing like sucking a cock suddenly make you a faggot? You are who you are."

"Besides," continued Mike, "Faggot is such a loaded word – filled with judgement – it's not helpful to even think in those terms."

As I stroked Mike his cock became fully hard and I found myself just staring at it. I thought about what he had said. Was I one of those "latent homosexuals?"

"So you think I am gay already and just need to be talked into sucking?" I asked.

"I don't know if you are gay or not, and it doesn't matter," Mike said, "Lots of guys like to suck cock, and many are straight."

A straight cocksucker? How could that be? It seemed like a contradiction in terms, but my cock was straining at my shorts and I knew it was from handling Mike's cock.

"I'm not going to push you," said Mike, "But if you want to try, you can either work your way up to it or just take the plunge."

"Take the plunge?" I asked.

"Yes," Mike said, "it's like swimming – it's easier to just jump in than to ease your way into cold water."

I knew he was right about swimming, but I wasn't sure about cocksucking. I began to feel like eventually I was going to do it, but not right now.

As I stroked Mike, a small droplet formed on the tip of his cock head. "See that?" Mike asked, "That's pre-cum – go ahead and taste it."

I hesitated, then Mike said, "It's easy – just lean over and lick the drop off."

I did, and was surprised at how good it tasted – a little salty, but kind of nice.

"Good," said Mike, "You're making progress – now just lean over and kiss the tip – it's easy!"

I had already put my tongue on Mike's cock, so this wasn't much different. I puckered up and brought my lips to the tip of his cock, and it actually felt kind of nice.

"Did you like that?" Mike asked.

"Kind of," I admitted.

"Then you are ready for the next step," he said, "Kiss the tip again, but this time just part your lips a bit and take just the tip into your mouth."

I felt like I was in some sort of dream world, with my hard cock urging me on. I kissed Mike's cock again and held his cock head just inside my mouth.

"Just hold it there for as long as you like," coached Mike, "And when you are ready take more of it in."

I realized that I was almost sucking him, so I decided to make it complete, and took his cock in as far as I could. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I just held him in my mouth motionless for a time.

"Notice how well we fit together," said Mike, "Like cocks and mouths belonged together, and maybe the urge to suck is simply a natural desire."

Yes, that seemed right – what else would explain how nice this was – and what I was feeling?

"Just enjoy it now," Mike said, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I knew that the whole point of sucking a cock was to make the guy cum, and I intended to do so, but I wanted to work up to it. Right now I really loved just enjoying the feeling of Mike in my mouth. I knew that unquestionably I was now a cocksucker. Maybe a faggot, but I didn't know for sure just yet, but I knew that I really liked sucking Mike.

I moved my tongue around and Mike hardened. I pulled off and said, "Please teach me to suck you well – I want to make you cum."

"Are you sure that it's what you really want?" Mike asked, "How do you know you'll like the taste of cum?"

"I don't know," I said, "But but I'm prepared to swallow whatever load you give me."

Mike smiled, and said, "Okay, then I'll teach you to be a Master Cocksucker."

I resumed sucking Mike and he told me how to move my tongue, and about taking him to the back of my mouth and making swallowing motions. He told me that most guys really loved that, and some would cum right away from it.

Mike really got excited from throat sucking, though he didn't cum right away, he couldn't hold out long and soon he pulled back a little and emptied into my mouth.

The taste was strong, much stronger than the pre-cum, and not a flavor I could easily describe. It was different from anything else. It was a very singular taste that very clearly proved that I had made him cum, and I felt kind of proud of myself.

I swallowed and pulled back, thanking Mike for the lesson.

"You've done something many guys have not, but I hope you feel good about it.

I did, and I told him so, and he told me that he would teach me to be a Master Cocksucker if I wanted, and I told him I'd like that. He took down my email address and said he would send me links to tutorials that describe how to give a great blowjob.

"Of course, that covers the theory, but you have to practice to really excel. I told him I wanted to be the very best cocksucker I could be, and he promise to work with me.

From that day forward I sucked Mike nearly every day, and he taught me over a dozen blowjob positions. "You've come a long way," Mike said after a month, "I think you should begin to practice on other guys."

"I'd like that," I said, "But don't know how to find them – I don't think I can just go up to strangers and ask if they want a blowjob."

"Definitely not," said Mike, "That might be a way to get your ass beat. I know guys who would be glad to come train you."

For the next week Mike had one or more friends over when I arrived and I gave them all the very best blowjobs I could. Mike told me that I could suck them privately as well if I liked, and I agreed. Mike gave all his friends my cell number, and they texted me when they wanted a blowjob, and I took care of their needs.

I date girls, and still consider myself to be straight, but absolutely love giving blowjobs. I often think back to the first time I saw Mike, standing there, balls-out, and how he changed my life forever!

  To be continued . . .

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