"Hey Homo Joe," the kid said.

"Hi Jimmy," I replied, "You ready yet?" Jimmy was a middle school kid from my neighborhood who wanted a blowjob. When he first approached me he wasn't able to cum yet, and I told him to come back when he could. I also told him that I'd do a suck party and blow all of his friends if he set it up – provided that they could all cum. Now he was ready.

"Yep," Jimmy replied, "I sure am and have four friends who are as well."

"Sweet," I said, "When you wanna do it?"

"My parents will be going out Thursday night, and I can have my friends over then," Jimmy said.

"Great!" I said, "I can be there at seven – will that work?"

Jimmy agreed, and walked off. While this wasn't exactly an "everyday occurrence", it wasn't new to me. In my town it had become something of a "rite of passage" for a boy to get his first blowjob from me – often as an individual, and sometimes in groups. I do three to four suck parties a year, and some of the boys become regulars for me.

I loved cocks ever since I was a little kid. A neighbor boy and I liked getting naked – probably because it was taboo, but we spent a lot of time naked in the woods together during summer break.

We would handle each other's cocks and liked the way it felt. Then one day he dared me to suck his cock. Seeing nothing wrong with it, I got on my knees and sucked him. Neither of us could cum, but he loved the way it felt, and I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I'm not sure why – perhaps because it seemed so forbidden, but I knew I wanted to suck cock from that point on.

He sucked me, and I liked it, but most of all I wanted to suck. I continued to suck him until one day he came in my mouth, and that took things to a whole new level. It was the first time he came, and he had never jacked-off before. In fact is he didn't even know about jacking-off, and I didn't tell him. That way he had to rely on me when he needed to cum, and we both loved the arrangement! I wasn't yet able to cum yet, but really enjoyed his cumming. When I finally was able to cum I let him suck me off, but he gagged on the taste of my cum.

I loved the taste of cum! It was strong, and certainly different tasting, but I just couldn't get enough of that manly taste!

The problem was that I wanted more. I was already sucking him twice a day or more, and would have done even more than that if I could. By the time I was in middle school and taking showers after gym class, I couldn't keep my eyes off the cocks. Some of the guys would get hard as they soaped up, and one day I asked a guy if I could touch his cock. He let me and really got turned on as I stroked him to full arousal. "Suck it," he said, and I was down on my knees in the shower, not minding that a dozen or more boys were watching. He came in my mouth in just a few minutes and another boy stepped up. I sucked him as well, and then two other boys.

"The coach is coming," I heard someone say and that was the end of my first suck party. I really felt great about it, until word started to get around school. I suppose it was stupid of me, but I had no idea I'd done anything wrong – it just seemed right for me.

"Homo Joe, wanna suck me?" guys would start to say, and it wasn't in a friendly way. I quickly began to realize that what I had done was socially unacceptable, and soon became familiar with insults like queer, flit, faggot and sissy. Fortunately, I was big for my age and fairly athletic. I also didn't let people push me around.

Ben was the local bully, along with his friends, Jeff and Mike. One day they stopped me on the way home from school and began to push me around. Somehow I knew that if I took out Ben, the others would back down, so I hauled of and belted Ben right in the nose. He immediately started to bleed and I turned to the others and said, "Your next!" and the turned and ran.

"Look Ben," I said, "If you want a fight, I'll give it to you, but I'd much rather blow you." I walked off and left Ben nursing his wound and his pride.

I few days later Ben approached me and said, "I'm sorry we were picking on you the other day."

"I didn't mean to hit you so hard," I said, "But I needed to stop you."

"Yes," replied Ben, "It's okay, but I wanted to take you up on your offer."

"To blow you?" I asked.

"Yes," Ben affirmed, and Jeff and Mike too."

I quickly agreed, and soon they became regulars, feeding me their cum several times a week.

Word got around school, and while kids continued to pick on me verbally, nobody picked a fight with me after that. By the end of eighth grade it seemed that everyone in the school knew I was a cocksucker, and many of the boys secretly came to me. I didn't have any kids who were publicly my friends, but I'd blown a lot of the boys by then.

While it seemed that everyone at school, including some of my teachers, knew I was a cocksucker, the word hadn't made it home yet, and I lived in fear of my parents finding out. Then one day my older sister got mad at me about something and threated to tell my parents that I was a cocksucker.

"Please Sis," I pleaded, "Don't tell."

It turned out that my mother overheard us and took my sister aside and questioned her until she told, then it was my turn. My parents considered themselves to be "good Catholics" and dragged me to church every Sunday, and occasionally on Wednesday nights. My mother arranged a meeting with Father Michael, one of the younger priests at my church. She thought that he might connect with me and cure me of my sin.

Father Michael told my mother that we wanted to talk with me privately, so I could talk more freely. Once alone with him, Father Michael unzipped and offered me his cock. It was my first adult cock and I admired its size. The biggest cock I had seen at school was maybe five inches long, but Father Michael was at least seven inches, and looked like he really needed a mouth to cum in.

I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. "Now just hold it there," he said, placing his hands on my head, "Oh heavenly father, bless this boy and the work he does in your name, amen."

I was completely surprised – he somehow made my giving a blowjob seem like some kind of sacrament! After that I never thought of being on my knees quite the same way – in my own way I was doing a ministry of peace. I remembered how I had turned Ben and his friends from bullies into regulars and took pride in my work.

After Father Michael gave me his load, I swallowed and he told me that I should meet with him each week continue counselling, and I eagerly agreed. "Do you go to confession?" he asked.

I hesitated, and said, "Sometimes."

"You should go every week," he said, "And confess your sucking the boys at school," he said, "It will disturb some of the priests, but others will be interested. If you go to the first confessional, there is a sliding door through which you may suck the priests who want it. (That was my first glory hole, but I didn’t know that was what it was called.)

Ever since that day church has been a lot better for me. My mother thinks that Father Michael is curing me, and most of my confessions end in blowjobs. I don't know for sure who I was blowing, except I did recognize Father Michaels cock. There were at least three others, judging from the differences in the cocks offered. Sometimes I got an old prude for a priest, and he assigned me prayers and penance. I would have rather given a blowjob, but I did find it fun to freak him out with my confession.

Now my father reacted quite differently than my mother. Mom was afraid I would burn in hell, but Dad just said one day, "I hear you're a cocksucker – you any good at it?"

He caught me by surprise, but I played along, "Did you want to find out for yourself?"

He whipped out his cock and I dropped to my knees, thrilled to be blowing my own father. While I sucked him, he talked dirtier than I had ever heard him, saying, "Good fucking cocksucker ... that's it ... you need that cock!"

That was completely new to me, but I kind of liked it. He was calling me names, but nothing that wasn't true, and I felt really proud to be such an accomplished sucker. After that I blew Dad a couple of times a week, and he introduced me to a couple of my friends who soon became regulars. They told me that many wives lose interest in sex, and leave their husbands to fend for themselves, so I was providing much-needed service.

I'm now between my junior and senior years in high school and have made application to several colleges. I hope that college life will offer me a lot more cocks. I hear that the social climate is more liberal and hopefully they will welcome an eager cocksucker. I look forward to checking out the fraternities!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)