I'm Ed, a fifteen-year-old kid discovering my sexuality. By that I mean I like girls, but I've recently been really curious about cock. I'm not really attracted to boys, but something about cocks is really exciting to me. I've started to browse gay porn online and been jacking-off to blowjob pictures and videos. Lately every time I jack-off I think about sucking a cock, and usually cum thinking about a mouthful of a man's seed. I haven't acted on it because I don't really want my secret known. If word got out in my high school I'd have no and of grief!

One day I was in the public library and went to the men's room to take a leak. As soon as I started an older guy (in his 20’s) arrived at the urinal next to me. He was standing back from the urinal and I could clearly see his cock, which really looked great. Involuntarily my cock hardened, and I was unable to finish, but the guy noticed my looking.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

Embarrassed, I said "Sorry," and looked away.

"I can see you like it," he continued, "And I'll bet you'd like to suck it."

"I don't want any trouble," I said nervously.

"No trouble," he said, "Just a good time for both of us." He pulled back from the urinal and stroked his cock to hardness and said, "Go ahead, touch it."

I was filled with confusion – a mixture of arousal and fear, but somehow my hand reached out and took his cock, gently squeezing. I had never touched another guys cock before but really liked how it felt.

His hands were on my shoulders, and he said, "On your knees now and suck me."

I had never had such an indecent demand made of me before, but instead of outright refusal I heard myself say, "Not here!" I realized that it was almost an agreement to suck him, but under different terms.

"Into a stall," he said, releasing my shoulders. I went into the last stall and sat down. He followed me in and closed the door behind him, his big hard cock wagging in the air the entire time.

He approached me and brought his cock to my mouth and I instinctively opened to receive him. His cock was bigger than I had ever seen before, and completely filled my mouth, but felt really wonderful there. I didn't know what to do, but it didn't matter because he was ready to cum and soon I felt his cock pumping his hot load into my mouth.

"Swallow," he said.

The taste was strong, and I wasn't sure if I liked it, but I sure liked the idea of him cumming in my mouth. Obediently I swallowed as fast has he squirted into me.

"Look up at me," he ordered, cock still in my mouth. Our eyes met, and he proclaimed, "You are my cocksucker, and I know you'll want more."

That sounded kind of insulting, but in some strange way I actually liked it. As he pulled out he told me to give him my cell phone number and he said he'd be in touch and left. I closed the stall door and pulled down my pants and jacked-off, savoring the manly taste still in my mouth. I had never cum so hard before. I left the men's room and walked around the library, hoping to find him, but he was gone. I wished I had gotten his phone number and really hoped to hear from him again.

It had been months that I fantasized about cocksucking and really wanted to do it, but was too chicken to approach anyone, and here, out of the blue, a total stranger forced me to suck him. I liked the sucking, but I also liked being forced. I recalled that he said I was HIS cocksucker – I hoped that meant that I'd be sucking him again – maybe even regularly!

Unable to find him, I went home, checking my phone often for text messages, but found nothing from him. That night in bed I jacked-off again thinking about sucking him and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I saw that I had a text message from him, which said, "How's my cocksucker? Eager for more? –John"

Quickly I responded with, "YES!!! – Ed"

I hurried to the bathroom and quickly pissed but was hard by the time I finished and jacked-off thinking about a repeat blowjob. I showered and had breakfast, and took the bus to school, checking my phone often. During my third hour I got a reply from John, "Can you meet me at McDonald's at 4pm today?"

There was only one McDonald's in town, so I knew exactly where, and I quickly responded, "Yes, and I’m eager to suck you again."

I had difficulty focusing on school work the rest of the day but managed to fake it until the ending bell rang. I took the school bus home and got into some casual clothes. I rode my bike to McDonald's and arrived a few minutes before 4pm. I ordered a coke and sat down at a table where I could watch the door for John. In a few minutes he arrived, bought a drink and sat down with me.

"I'm glad you came back for more," John said, "I've been looking for a cocksucker ever since my last one moved away."

"How often did he suck you?" I asked.

"Nearly every day," John replied, "But he sucked other guys as well."

"Sounds wonderful," I said, "I'm just beginning but want to do more."

"How many blowjobs have you given?" John asked.

"Just one," I confessed.

"That's great!" replied John, "So I've got a virgin cocksucker, and can teach you all you need to know."

"I'd like that," I said, "I want to be the best cocksucker I can be!" I was surprised to hear myself say that – it must have come from some inner drive that was probably controlled by my little head, not the big one.

"Well, if you want to be my cocksucker, you have to play by my rules," John specified.

"Sure, what are they?" I asked.

"First, you have to blow me whenever I ask you to," John explained, "And blow anyone I tell you to."

"Gladly," I said, "What else?"

"You are to print up a set of cocksucker cards listing your phone number and email address," said John, "To give out to guys you blow so they can contact you for more."

"I'm not sure I like giving that out to total strangers," I said.

"They aren't strangers once you've blown them," said John, "Anyway, it's part of your agreement with me."

"Okay," I agreed, not wanting to lose this opportunity, "Anything else?"

"Yes, one last thing," John revealed, "You blow me wherever I choose, usually in a public place."

"Public place?" I protested, "What if we get caught?"

"It won't be anywhere with a lot of people," assured John, "and most of the time we won't be caught, but it will be exciting."

"But when we are caught?" I asked.

"Hopefully they will want a blowjob too and you'll be glad they caught us," John replied, "But if not they may call you a faggot, but that’s' about it."

"I'm not really comfortable with being so public," I said.

"I don't expect you to be comfortable – I just expect you to do it – that's the deal," John stated firmly, "You want it or not?"

"I'll have to think about it," I said, sipping my drink. My cock was getting hard, but my big head was still in charge.

"Well, don't take too long," demanded John, "If you don't agree by the time I leave I'll look for a different cocksucker."

Damn I sure wanted to, but it was just way too risky. Would I ever have another chance like this? Or was this a really stupid thing to do? I thought about being busted by the cops with a cock in my mouth and how humiliating that would all be. I also thought about sucking John in lots of places. I really felt like I was in turmoil and almost wanted John to decide for me.

John finished his drink and began to get up. My little head took over and I blurted out, "Okay, I'll do it!"

John smiled and told me to meet him in the men's room in a few minutes. He got up and went to the men's room.

My heart was pounding – I knew I'd be blowing him in the men's room and could easily be caught by almost anyone. I thought about just walking out, but I just couldn't – I needed what John was offering me, so in a few minutes I went to the men's room. John was standing at the urinal with his cock out.

I feared that he would tell me to blow him right there and knew that I would have to if he asked. Fortunately, he told me to go into the stall. I did, and he followed, latching the door behind him. It was a large handicapped stall and John stood in a corner, not visible to anyone who might look into the stall (an unlikely prospect).

I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. While I was sucking I heard a guy come in and take a leak. It was exciting to suck John when others were nearby, but a little scary too. Soon John came, and I swallowed his load once again.

He said, "Nice job, cocksucker," and I thanked him, then realized that others might have heard.

"Let's go," said John, opening the door. The man who was taking a leak saw us both come out of the stall together and smiled. I blushed at this and quickly left the men's room. John told me to have cocksucker cards made by tomorrow and to wait for his text message.

As I rode home my cock was hard, making it difficult to pedal my bike. At first I was embarrassed about the guy in the men's room knowing I was a cocksucker, but he didn't seem offended, and I wondered if he might like a blowjob. I made a point to look for him whenever I was in McDonalds, and one day I saw him at the counter. He was alone, so I approached him and greeted him. He recognized me and smiled. I gave him one of my cocksucker cards and told him to contact me if I could ever be of service to him. He thanked me and put it in his pocket.

I had printed up a couple dozen cocksucker cards that read:

Service with a smile!


– Ed

I kept some in my wallet all the time, but this was the first I'd given one out, but not the last. John had some as well, and freely gave them out whenever we were caught.

John was picking me up at McDonalds in his pickup truck at 5pm. I watched for his truck and got in, eager for his cock. I knew that John liked to surprise me, so I didn't press him for details. He took his cock out and had me stroke him but told me not to suck just yet. He pulled into a carwash where I knew some of the guys from my school worked. I got really nervous at the prospect of being exposed to guys I went to school with. I wanted to protest but knew better – whatever John wanted I would have to go along with. John got in line at the carwash and told me to take his cock in my mouth when he drove up to pay. I knew that I would be sucking in full view of the guys working there and my heart started racing. I was almost in a panic as he pulled up and he put his hand behind my head and pushed me down to his cock.

I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. I heard him say, "I'll have a number 2 wash," which he paid for. Then he told the guy to take a closer look if he liked and said he had a really good cocksucker. As usual, John came quickly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so the carwash guys could see my face – I didn't know the kids by name but recognized them as John pulled my head up. They grinned as they saw me, mouth still full of John's cum. John gave the guy a couple of my cocksucker cards and promised them I would blow them whenever they wanted.

He thanked John and gave him a couple free carwash coupons and then started John's truck into the wash. "How was that?" he asked me.

"You exposed me to kids I go to school with!" I said in horror.

"Relax," John said, "Chances are you're gonna be a really popular guy."

I didn't know what would happen when my secret was out, or how far it would get, but I was scared. I sure loved blowing John, but I felt like my world was tumbling down around me.

The next day at school I got a text from one of the guys that said, "Come blow me 3pm in the boy's room near room 217"

I considered just ignoring it but feared that if I did he might make trouble for me. If I cooperated it might be easier, and besides, I was excited about going to blow a guy I didn't know.

All day I thought about it and couldn't wait until the end of the day. School was out at 2:34, so by 3pm most people were either out of the building or in activities, so the boy's room should be relatively vacant.

After school I had some time to kill, so I put my things in my locker and relaxed in the commons area for awhile. Shortly before 3pm I went to find the boy's room in question. As I walked in, I saw the three guys who I recognized, but didn't know by name. One already had his cock out and was waving it at me. "I got something you'll like," he said.

"Okay guys, here's the deal," I said, "I'll blow you all you want, but you protect my secret – if it gets out then you get no more! – deal?"

They all agreed I dropped to my knees and began to suck. He was really ready. It took a little longer than John, but he came in just a few minutes. The second guy took his place and he ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked. He kept telling me what a good faggot I was. By now I accepted that, and it actually sounded good to me. Soon he also came and the third guy entered my mouth. In a few minutes he came in my mouth and exclaimed, "This faggot sucks better than any girl!" I swallowed and left, knowing that they'd be calling on me again.

For the rest of the week I was nervous at school, wondering who else knew I was a cocksucker. I felt a little ashamed as I walked through the halls, feeling like everybody knew. By the end of the week nothing had happened except that I blew the three guys another time, but they seemed to be keeping my secret.

I continued to blow John several times a week – each time in a different public place. Most of the time we weren't caught, but when we were John would always offer them either a blowjob right then and there, or one of my cocksucker cards. A few declined and said something insulting, but many accepted, and after a few months had over a dozen guys I was blowing regularly.

The guys at school did tell a few others, but it was only to offer them my services, so I didn't mind. Word gradually spread, but only among guys I was blowing, so it was alright.

One time I was invited to a porn party in one guy's basement, where over twenty horny guys were watching porn and stroking. I blew most of them and ended up with a belly ache afterward from swallowing so much cum. I felt like I'd puke, but managed to keep it down, and felt rather proud of myself for the accomplishment.

I've had a lot of hot times, but still enjoy blowing John the very best, and each time I blow him I hope I'll be caught again!

  To be continued . . .

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