I'm Lenny, a fourteen-year-old guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was riding my bike home from school one day and stopped to take a leak. There is a roadside park along the way with a restroom. I should have just stopped and taken a leak along the road, but since the restroom was there I decided to use it.

There was no door – just an open doorway. As soon as I entered, I knew I shouldn't have. There was a guy on his knees blowing another guy. Both looked to be in their thirties. The sucker jumped up and said, "Oh shit! I gotta get outa here."

He rushed past me and I must have been really red-faced with embarrassment.

"Well that was really convenient!" the guy yelled at me, standing there with his cock out, "Now get over here and finish the job!"

"I don't do that," I protested, and he walked over and grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my knees.

"Now suck," he said, "And don't let me feel any teeth!"

He pulled my head to him, pressing his cock into my face, but I refused to open my mouth. He pinched my nose, so I had to open my mouth to breath, and that's when he forced his cock in. I was embarrased to have a cock in my mouth, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be – in fact it kind of felt okay.

He barked order to me and I did my best to comply. I settled into a rhythm and hoped it would soon be over when I heard, "Holy shit!"

It was a guy who just came in and saw us. I wanted to get away but the guy I was sucking held my head in place and said, "You aren't getting away until you're done."

Humiliated about now sucking for an audience, I continued as the new guy watched. I wanted this over, but I knew it would mean a mouthful of cum – something I found completely disgusting.

Soon it happened, and I felt him pumping his hot load into my mouth. It tasted every bit as bad as I thought it would, and I badly wanted to spit it out, but he held my head and ordered, "Swallow it!'

Hoping that would be my last humiliation, I swallowed and he released me. The cum was gone, but the horrible taste was not. I pulled back and was about to rise when I saw that the new guy was standing nearby with his cock out.

"You got another customer to service," the first guy said, and the new guy grabbed my head and pulled me to him. Soon his cock was in my mouth and I sucked him, hoping to get it over before anyone else came in.

He only took a few minutes to cum, and filled my mouth with his cum as well. It was strong tasting, but not as bad this time. I swallowed and rushed out, without taking the leak.

I got on my bike and pedaled away. I looked back and saw a silver Camero parked by the restroom, with a vanity license plate that read "BLO ME". I made a point of remembering the car and plate so I could avoid this guy in the future.

I hurried home, feeling like everyone would know what I'd done. I felt like I had "faggot" written across my forehead as I entered my house. I avoided eye contact with everyone, still feeling ashamed.

After dinner I stayed in my room and did my homework and read – I really didn't feel like being around anyone. I went to bed a little early, intending for tomorrow to be a much better day. As I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, I began to play with myself, and began to stroke. I was getting close when I found myself involuntarily thinking about the blowjobs I gave. I came as I remembered the cum in my mouth. I was shaken by that – I was straight – sure, I just blew two guys, but I was forced. I soon drifted off to sleep, hoping to put this all behind me.

The next day went well until my ride home from school. I couldn't help but think about yesterday's blowjobs. While I didn't like doing it, there was something compelling about it. As I passed by the rest area I saw no cars, and was relieved that he wasn't there – relieved, but just a little disappointed.

That night I jacked-off again and this time the blowjob thoughts began right away and as I stroked I realized that I really wanted to do it again. That would never happen, but it was arousing to think about it. I came and drifted off to sleep, still feeling ashamed, but not as much as before.

Each day I found that I wanted to repeat the blowjobs, but didn't know how it could happen. Each day I looked for the silver BLOW ME Camero, now wishing he would come back.

For weeks I looked for him without result, and then one day I saw him parked there. I parked my bike and went in, to see him getting sucked by yet another guy.

The guy getting sucked looked at me and asked, "You back for more?"

"Yes," I said, my voice quaking with nervousness.

"You can go," he said to his sucker, who got up and ran out.

I took his place, dropping to my knees and opening my mouth.

As he slipped his cock in, he said, "I love it when I turn a guy."

I wondered how many straight guys like me he had turned into cocksuckers, but for now I had work to do. I sucked eagerly, following his instructions and soon was rewarded with his load, and this time it tasted better. Still strong tasting, but in a good way. I swallowed, grateful for his cum.

He pulled out and told me to give him my cell phone number, so he could use my mouth whenever he wanted. I eagerly gave it to him, eager to blow him again and again.

As I finished riding home I wondered how I had degenerated from a normal straight guy to a cocksucker who was glad to suck this total stranger as often as I could. Its defied explanation, but I was now definitely a cocksucker!

Nothing happened for the rest of the week. Then on Friday I received a text from him, who I learned was named Mark. He wanted me to come to his house on Saturday and blow him and some of his friends. I agreed and he texted me the address.

He lived about three miles from me – an easy bike ride. On Saturday I rode to his house and arrived at the appointed time. Mark let me in and told me to undress. I was a little uneasy about being naked but he told me that it was better for a cocksucker to be naked. I was still nervous but went along with it.

He led me into the living room where four guys were seated. He led me to a place between them all and they stood up and ran their hands all over me.

"Open your mouth," said one. I did and he stuck his finger all the way in and told me to suck. I was expecting his cock, but went along with it. I sucked for a short time and he pulled out. With his other hand he spread my ass cheeks and plunged the wet finger in all the way. It wasn't enough lubrication, so it felt very forceful.

"Time to show them what you can do," said Mike, and the guy pulled his finger out. I dropped to my knees and one of the guys put his cock in my mouth. He wasn't as thick as Mike, but a little longer, and pressed his cock to the back of my mouth. I gagged at first and pulled back. He pushed in once more and I gagged again, but each time I recovered more quickly. I wanted to be able to suck any cock successfully, and that meant adapting to the needs of the man I suck. Soon he came and his cum tasted different – strong, but kind of good.

Once he pulled out the next guy entered my mouth. He was thick but kind of short. I could take him entirely into my mouth, but it filled me up. I could barely move my tongue but managed to move it back and forth under his cock head. Soon he came, and the next guy took his place.

As soon as he entered my mouth he put his hands on my head and stroked in and out of my mouth. I didn't realize what was happening at the time, but he was face-fucking me. I didn't have to do anything – I couldn't do anything but keep my tongue moving – he was in complete control. Each of the guys were different, but this was very different from all the others – like an oral rape. He was just using my mouth and I came along for the ride. I didn't like it but had no choice in the matter. He continued until he was ready to cum, and then pulled my head to his body and shot his load down my throat. I've had many erotic memories of this ride, though I regret that I couldn't taste his cum, since he shot down my throat.

Finally Mark stepped up for his turn. He was rock hard from watching me do his friends. I welcomed his now-familiar cock and did my very best for him. In a few minutes he rewarded my efforts with his hot load.

Mark had me remain behind while his four friends departed. Mark asked me how often I would like to suck cock.

"Every day if I could," I replied, "Or more if possible."

"That can be arranged," Mark said, "If you like, I can give your cell number to my friends and have them share you with their friends."

"Yes," I said, "I think I'd like that."

Mark was as good as his word, and soon I was receiving daily blowjob requests. I tried to schedule them right after school and was able to fit in 2-3 blowjobs a day before dinner. I grew to really love the taste of cum. It continued to taste strong, but I soon craved it and loved swallowing it.

I've begun dating girls, but keep my cocksucking a secret. I am straight, though I am a cocksucker – a straight cocksucker! I keep my time after school for cocksucking, along with a limited amount of weekend time. My girlfriend thinks I'm a stud and I like it that way.

I expect to lead a normal life, but still suck cocks nearly every day!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)