Scott and I were the best of friends and did everything together, including jacking-off. When we were thirteen and first able to cum Scott suggested that we go back into the woods behind his house and jack off. I was always eager to cum so soon it became a daily ritual. Eventually we began touching each other, and I found that I really loved stroking Scott's cock – more than he liked stroking mine.

So after awhile our jack-off sessions became me jacking him off, but it was fine with me. I loved the feel of his cock in my hand was always eager to get a closer look. I started out jacking him off while kneeling next to him. He would sit on a tree stump with his pants and shorts pulled down around his ankles. After a while I began kneeling directly in front of him, saying that it was easier this way, but my real reason was to get a closer look at his cock!

This way I had more control and would try to make sure some of Scott's cum landed on my hand. I would discretely lick it up while pretending to wipe it off. The first time I tasted it I was really surprised at how strong and different it tasted, but I've grown to really love it and nearly always swallow my own cum when I jack off.

The more I jacked Scott off the more I wanted to suck him, and I knew he would let me, but I couldn't trust him to keep a secret. I was terrified that if I sucked him he would tell other kids and soon it would be all over the neighborhood. Worse than that, my parents could find out, and I knew my father would kill me!

So I contented myself with jacking him off and thinking about sucking him whenever I jacked off. Sucking him was my favorite jack-off fantasy, and I would usually cum when I imagined him giving me his load. That was really hot, except that as soon as I would cum I would feel this terrible shame about what had aroused me. It didn't last long, but was enough to diminish an otherwise wonderful orgasm.

We had a very steady situation going – I would make Scott cum – I'd get aroused doing it and go home and jack off, thinking about him cumming in my mouth.

That is until that one day when everything changed. I was kneeling with Scott's hard cock in my hand when we were both startled by, "What the hell is going on here?!"

We were shocked to see Scott's father glaring at us. He told Scott to go home and Scott was gone in a flash.

"It's not what you think, Sir," I pleaded.

"The hell it isn't – what else could it be?" he shot back, "I'm not going to have you turning Scott into some sort of faggot!"

I didn't know what to do, fearing that my father would soon be taking his wrath out on me, so I just remained silent – which was probably a good thing.

"I don't want you anywhere near Scott," he demanded, "And if I catch you, I'll tell your father what a faggot you are."

"I'll do as you say," I said, hanging my head in shame. I wasn't at all ashamed of liking Scott's cock, but this was no time to be defiant.

I quickly left, shaken by this close call.

I certainly didn't intend to stop jacking Scott off, but we would have to be very secretive about it. This was long before cell phones, so I couldn't text Scott. Instead I had to watch for him and see if I could catch him at a safe time.

Days went by and I didn't even see Scott. After a few days I saw Jan, Scott's younger sister at the local mall, and asked about Scott. She told me that her father sent Scott to spend the rest of summer break with his cousin, to keep him away from my "bad influence."

Fortunately Jan didn't know what we got caught doing, and she did try to pry it out of me, but I sure wasn't talking.

It was almost two months until we got back to school, and every day I jacked off thinking about blowing him. The longer this went on, the more I had wished that I had sucked him when we were together. After a while I vowed to suck him when we got back together.

Finally, school resumed and I saw Scott. We agreed to go to the woods behind my house instead of behind Scott's, and to do it right after school, before Scott's father got home.

We looked around and found a fallen tree for Scott to sit on, and he dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles and I got into my usual position. "I've missed this so much," said Scott.

"Me too!" I agreed, and then realized that I might be sounding a little too eager.

"I know you like my cock," Scott said, "Why don't you try sucking it?"

"That's pretty gay," I protested.

"And jacking me off isn't?" Scott countered, "It's just between us – nobody else will ever know."

"I wish I could be sure of that," I said, "You haven't been very good at keeping secrets."

"I haven't told anyone about this," Scott insisted, "I would never mess up a good thing by talking."

I just continued to stroke him, and then Scott suggested, "Why don't you jack off first – I'll bet you need it."

I was aroused, and didn't need any persuading, so I dropped my pants to my ankles, knelt and began to stroke. I nearly always thought about sucking Scott when I stroked, so I closed my eyes and began my usual fantasy.

Scott surprised me by standing up and pressing his cock head to my lips. In my current state my judgement was seriously compromised. "Come on and open up," said Scott, "You know you want it."

I did want it but wanted to not seem eager – but hell, I was VERY eager, and soon my lips parted and Scott entered my mouth. It felt wonderful and I did what came naturally and sucked, moving my tongue around as I stroked. I got more and more aroused and sucked ever more eagerly until Scott finally shot his hot load into my mouth. That was enough to put me over the edge and I came as he finished draining into my mouth.

"Wow, you're good," said Scott, "I can tell you really liked it too. Now we don't have to pretend anymore."

I knew that I was more at risk now, but I felt a certain relief about my secret being out – now I could really suck Scott instead of fantasizing about it.

Each day after school we would meet in the woods and I'd jack-off while sucking Scott – it was the high-point of the day for both of us. It was all over very quickly because Scott would cum in about a minute, and the taste of his load made me cum almost instantly.

Scott had ideas about how I could blow him at school. At first I didn't like the idea, but he explained that we needed less than two minutes of privacy, which we could easily get in a stairwell, boys room or empty classroom. I agreed, and we started looking for good blowjob sites. We were in different classes in the morning and agreed to meet in a nearby boys room at 10:10am. We just watched the clock and asked to go to the bathroom then. The boys room was laid out with the sink and stalls near the door and the urinals at the back – not visible from the door. We went back to the urinals and I found I could easy suck him off in a couple of minutes. If we heard the door open there was enough time to get up and stand at the urinal, but we never had to. I really loved that arrangement and would hold Scott's load in my mouth for as long as possible when I was back in my classroom.

Another favorite was blowing Scott on the school bus. We would sit in the back seat, and when about half the kids were gone I would suck Scott. By the time we got home Scott was ready to go again and we met in the woods for our usual encounter. Since he had cum on the way home it took him a little longer this time, which was fine with me – I really loved sucking him.

Scott was true to his word and never told anyone, but my secret got out anyway. Marty, a kid from down the street noticed that Scott and I went back into the woods a lot, and one day followed us. He was very quiet and I didn't notice him until after Scott and I had both cum, then I saw him watching us with his cock out, stroking.

"I'm next," Marty said, stepping up. I knew I was caught, and there was no point in refusing. I took Marty's cock and soon sucked him to climax. His cum tasted a little different than Scotts but was still strong tasting. I swallowed it and Marty thanked me and said he looked forward to many more blowjobs.

It was a little frightening to be caught like that, but a little exciting too. I was actually glad to have Marty to suck as well, but soon I found that Marty liked to brag, and then all the boys in my neighborhood knew I was a cocksucker. I was scared to death that my parents would find out, but knew I had no choice but to suck them whenever they wanted it.

Soon I was giving a series of blowjobs every day after school and had times scheduled for Saturdays and Sundays. I was relieved to find that while I was well known as a cocksucker among the neighborhood kids, word never got to my parents. Little did they know that their son was sucking all the boys in the neighborhood!

  To be continued . . .

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