I'm Frank, a fourteen-year-old boy who mows lawns in the summer. While it provides me spending money, it completely changed my life in ways I could never have imagined!

I live in an urban community with houses all close together on quarter acre lots. The yards are small with only a little lawn to mow, and some people don't even own a lawn mower. That's where I come in. I cut lawns for over a dozen of my neighbors and it provides a great summertime income. In the winter I clear the snow from their driveways with my dad's snowblower.

Mr. Medford is one of my neighbors I mow for. He is a tall and muscular black guy, built like a football player. He has a nice house and a fenced-in back yard with a lot of privacy. One day when I stopped by to mow he asked me to mow the back yard first, which I gladly did. When I was done, he told me he would be in the back if I needed anything. I proceeded to mow the front lawn, and when I finished, I went to tell him I was done and get paid. I opened the gate to the back yard and stepped in. I was completely surprised to see that he was lying naked on a lounge. I quietly stepped closer, curious to see if his cock was big as I thought it might be.

When I got close enough to see I found that even though it was soft, it was huge – especially compared to mine. For some reason I found myself wanting to touch it. I had never touched another guy's cock before, and had never seen one this close before, but something about it drew me closer.

I knelt on the grass next to him and cautiously put a hand on his cock. Mr. Medford seemed to be sleeping and my touch hadn't awakened him, so I gently squeezed his cock. It began to move and stiffen as I felt it and I feared I'd be caught, but he just laid there. Soon he was fully erect and even bigger. I had no frame of reference, so I couldn't even imagine the dimensions of this massive member!

I'd never done anything like this before, but I was completely fascinated by this cock and began to stroke it. I'm not sure why I did, but it somehow seemed a completely natural thing to do. As I stroked, I happened to look up and see that Mr. Medford was awake and staring right at me. Startled, I released his cock and said, "I'm sorry, sir – I don't know what came over me."

"Well don't stop now!" he replied, "Keep going – you're doing well."

Still nervous about being caught, I cautiously took hold of his cock again and resumed stroking. I expected that he would cum fairly soon and I'd have to make sure I pointed it away from me when he did.

"Put it in your mouth," he said, but I hesitated.

"Look Frank, I know you want to, so just open your mouth and do it!" he continued.

I hadn't thought of this before, but now it did seem like something I'd like to try, and I tentatively brought my mouth to it and opened. I could only fit the head and a little of the shaft in, and it really filled my mouth, but it felt strangely nice. I don't know why – it just did, and I was really glad to be doing it.

"Keep stroking while you suck me," he said.

I realized that was giving him a combination blowjob and handjob, and if successful he was going to cum in my mouth. I wasn't sure I wanted that – the idea of a guy cumming in my mouth had always seemed disgusting, but now that I was sucking him, I suppose it was the right thing to do – still I was a little intimidated about it.

"Faster – you're doing good!" he urged me on, and soon he added, "Here it comes!"

I felt his cock throb in my hands as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. It was really strong tasting, and I really didn't like it. I avoided swallowing any of it, but he really filled my mouth. It dripped down my chin as his cock slipped out of my mouth.

I must have had a bad look on my face as I looked around for a place to spit. "Swallow it!" he ordered, "That's what you're supposed to do." I swallowed, but wasn't sure I could keep the vile tasting stuff down.

"Good boy," Mr. Medford said, "You have a lot of talent." He got up and picked up his wallet from a nearby table and paid me twice my normal fee, and I realized that it was for more than just mowing.

"You are welcomed to come back for more any time," he said as I departed.

I have two more lawns to mow before going home, but none as eventful as this. It gave me a lot of time to think about what I'd done. Certainly what I did would never be done by a straight guy – but I did enjoy it, and as long as it was just between the two of us there was no harm in it.

I hoped that I could count on Mr. Medford to keep my secret. He said I could come by any time for more – would tomorrow be too soon? As I lay in bed that night I played with myself and thought of the monster black cock that came in my mouth. Soon I was hard and stroking eagerly. I came while thinking about swallowing his load once again!

The next day I stopped by to see Mr. Medford and he smiled as he greeted me at the door. "Hello Frank, nice to see you – did you come back for more?"

"Well yes," I said, "But need to talk with you about this."

"Sure, what's on your mind?" he asked.

"I really liked doing that, and I'd like to do more, but need to know you won't tell anybody about it," I said.

"No problem!" he assured me, "What happened is just between us – man to man."

"I've never done it before, but I'm eager to learn," I said.

Mr. Medford smiled and said, "Does it arouse you?"

"I'm not sure it did at the time, but it sure did later last night – I jacked off thinking about it!"

"We can do even better than that," he replied, "Take your clothes off."

I stripped down in his living room as he undressed as well. He stood before me, erect cock bobbing at me. "On your knees," he said, "I'll guide you and soon you'll be a master cocksucker."

Master Cocksucker – I liked the sound of that – but could I do that? I was just beginning and not even sure I was doing it right – well, no matter, I was having a great time and Mr. Medford seemed to like my work.

"Now stroke yourself to erection while you suck, but don't cum until I have," he directed.

He instructed me on keeping my teeth off his cock and moving my tongue around the head. He pumped slowly in and out of my mouth as I sucked and stroked and soon he gave me his load once again. This time I swallowed as I received it and though it tasted strong, it wasn't a really bad taste this time – I suppose cum was an acquired taste.

"Now hold my cock in your mouth and go ahead and cum, shooting into your other hand.

I was so aroused with his spent cock in my mouth that it took less than a minute for me to cum, and I shot a big load into my other hand. I think it was the strongest climax I had ever experienced!

"Now lick up your cum," he ordered, and I gladly complied.

"You can jack off any time you suck me, as long as you eat your cum afterward," he said.

Afterward he gave me a beer and we sat on the couch together. "I know you are under-aged," he said, "But I think you are man enough for this."

I had never had a beer before and was surprised at the taste. It was strong and kind of bitter – not at all what I had expected. Maybe this was like cum – another acquired taste. I sipped it and gradually warmed up to the strange taste.

"You said something about my becoming a Master Cocksucker," I said, "How would that work?"

"Well it isn't an official certification of any kind, like Master Plumber, but it would represent a high level of achievement," he explained.

"When I first did it I hadn't really planned on it – it just sort of happened," I said, "But now that it has, I want to be the very best cocksucker that I can be!"

"That's great!" agreed Mr. Medford, "And you will make many men happy along the way."

"Many men?" I asked.

"Well, in order for you to be that good you will have to suck other men too," he continued, "Are you okay with that?"

I hadn't thought about that – the more guys I suck, the more difficult it will be to keep my secret. Still, the idea of sucking many cocks held a curious appeal for me.

"Yes, I'm okay with it, as long as my secret is safe," I said.

"I promise you that the only ones who will know will be the guys you suck," he assured me.

For the next few weeks I stopped by to suck and jack off several times a week, and Mr. Medford said he was planning a party for me on Saturday. He was inviting a number of his friends that he knew would value my talents.

As Saturday approached, he had me review some internet tutorials on cocksucking, teaching a variety of techniques. He gave me a dildo that was smaller than his cock, telling me that it was a size I could expect from many of his friends. I kept the dildo hidden in my room and practiced whenever I had some private moments.

On Saturday I arrived as planned and Mr. Medford told me to strip down and go into the back yard. There were fifteen men – all black and all clothed. I felt a little self-conscious being white and naked, but it was exciting too. They welcomed me and I greeted each man, who in turn fondled me, keeping me aroused.

Mr. Medford announced that I would blow every one of them and was training to become a Master Cocksucker, and that I would now prove my eagerness to suck them. He told me to kneel and jack off, catching my load and eating it, as he had taught me. The thought of all of these men in my mouth really turned me on, and I came in a few minutes.

Then a change came over me – once I came I lost the desire to suck. In fact, I wasn't even sure if I should be there, and began to feel very self-conscious of my nudity and what I had done in front of these strangers.

"Anyone might suck when they are aroused," announced Mr. Medford, "But a true Master is ready to suck whenever there is a need, so step right up."

He patted me on the back and said, "You'll do fine."

The first guy had a cock that was smaller than Mr. Medford's, but it still filled my mouth. I had more room to move my tongue around, so I gave him as much tongue action as I could. When he came if was also strong tasting, but a little different from Mr. Medford's cum, but I enjoyed the manly taste. It had only taken me a few times to learn to like the taste of cum, and now I really liked it tasting strong.

The next guy was as long as Mr. Medford, but kind of skinny. He easily slipped into my mouth and went all the way back, almost going down my throat. I had not yet learned to deep throat, but knew that it was important to control my gag reflex, so I worked extra hard to just take it when he slammed into the back of my throat. Soon he also came, thought I didn't taste much because he came in the back of my mouth, probably shooting some right down my throat!

The next guy was incredibly thick with a huge mushroom head! I licked it and struggled to get the head in my mouth. The guy put a finger in the side of my mouth, pulling my mouth open further. This felt really awkward, but soon his mushroom head had popped into my mouth. It fit so tight there I could barely move my tongue back and forth along the bottom of his head. He took hold of my head and began to pump in and out, what I late learned was a "face fuck", and it felt a lot like an oral rape. I really didn't have to do much except keep my tongue moving, and soon he spilled his load into me. With absolutely no extra room in my mouth I had to swallow immediately. As he pulled his huge cock head out of my mouth it made a popping sound.

I sucked off eight more guys and then my stomach started to feel queezy. Mr. Medford had been watching me closely and asked, "You okay?"

"I think my stomach is upset," I said.

Mr. Medford announced, "We'll take a break for dinner now." He whispered to me, "You've probably hit your limit for now – better have something to eat and then finish up.

I took a break from sucking and had a burger and a brat, along with some chips and coleslaw. After that my stomach was back to normal. I recalled that I had sucked off eleven guys, plus swallowed my own load – that's twelve loads – would that always be my limit?

I resumed sucking and blew the remaining four guys, and then Mr. Medford. After he came he told me to jack off again, so I held his cock in my mouth while I jacked off, catching my cum and licking it up. The men stood and applauded my performance and I was really proud to be a cocksucker.

The next day I stopped to visit Mr. Medford, and he asked if I liked sucking many men like that. I told him it was wonderful, but I was concerned about my limit.

"That will change with experience, especially if you do a lot of sessions like yesterday," he explained.

"Yesterday was really special," I said, "But probably really difficult to set up."

"It is difficult to coordinate all those schedules, but there are places where it is fairly easy," he said.

"I'd like to expand my limit and that sounds like a wonderful way," I said.

"Well Frank, there is something you should know," Mr. Medford confided, "Black guys really love to be sucked by white boys – especially young white boys like you. It's highly illegal since you are under-age, but I think you are man enough for it."

"Are there places where that happens a lot?" I asked.

"I have a friend with a private membership only bar where we might be able to work something out," he answered, "I'll call him and see what we can do."

I few days later Mr. Medford called me and asked if I was available Friday night, and I told him I would be. After dinner Friday I walked to his house and he drove me to the private bar. He took me in the back door and to the office of Mr. Langly, the owner. He was glad to meet me and said he hoped that the guys would like this better than the strippers who just left guys horny. He took me to a small room which was normally a private dining room. He told me to undress and handed me a pillow to kneel on. He told me that I would get a fifteen minute break for every hour of sucking and asked what my limit was.

"At least twelve, but I'm working on it," I said. Since I had a full stomach from dinner I should be able to take more, but would have to pay attention to my stomach. I'd get a bad reputation in a hurry if I puked all over the floor.

Mr. Medford left me and told me he would pick me up at ten, and he was sure I would make him proud. I fully intended to. I knelt on the pillow alone, stroking my cock, but avoiding cumming so I could better enjoy the work ahead of me. In a few minutes the door opened and a couple of guys walked in. Seeing me naked and hard, they quickly unzipped and presented their cocks. I fondled one while sucking the other and soon was rewarded with his strong tasting load.

He pulled out and zipped up, watching while I blew his friend. As I sucked the door opened and more guys came in. The guy I was sucking came in my mouth and I swallowed, but just as quickly as he pulled out another cock was there, and I sucked it eagerly. The room wasn't very large, and by the time I had six guys waiting their turn there was no more room. I was aroused by sucking for an audience – especially one this enthusiastic! They urged me on and called a sissy faggot, queer, flit, and many names I hadn't heard of before. It first it felt a little insulting, but then I started to enjoy it. I knew that I was doing what none of them would ever consider doing – but something they really valued, so the name calling was just part of the sexual encounter.

I was amazed at how different the many cocks were – of course they all were kind of similar, but the sizes and shapes varied as much as their faces – I wondered if I could recognize a guy from his cock alone – I should be able to, since it's the part I experience the most!

After an hour Mr. Langly came in and said it was break time, and they were welcomed to come back in fifteen minutes. "You doing okay?" he asked, and I nodded.

I think that was fourteen that you've blown so far, so that puts you past your limit – are you sure you can continue?

"I'm fine," I said, "And hope I will be able to increase my limit with more practice."

"I'll see that you get plenty of practice," Mr. Langly said, "Just one more hour to go, then we'll talk about future work."

My break was over and Mr. Langly left, telling the guys waiting outside the door to enjoy the faggot. Soon the room was full again and so was my mouth. As much as I liked the cocks, I found that I was beginning to like the cum even more and did my best to make them cum as soon as I could. Things were starting to slow down but I always had guys waiting in line. After awhile I heard Mr. Langly announce over their PA system, "Last call for blowjobs – just fifteen minutes left."

That rallied the guys and soon the room was full again, with more waiting outside the door. I was surprised at how well I was doing swallowing so much cum – no nausea at all so far, but there were still more than a roomful of guys to go yet. I was surprised that I had remained hard most of the time – this was even more arousing than Mr. Medford's party.

In addition to the names they called me, some also commented on my cock. Some mentioned that only a faggot would be hard from sucking, while others just said, that only a faggot would suck like I do. Some said that with such a little cock, no wonder I was there sucking REAL MEN. At first that bothered me, but I started to warm up to it – in a way I craved the cocks of guys more manly than I was, and if that made me a sissy faggot, I didn't mind at all.

The truth is that some of the cocks I sucked weren't very big, but I had learned techniques for all cock sizes. But no matter what the cock size, I always tried to make the guy feel like he had the best cock in the world! I heard Mr. Langly outside the door telling the guys that they were welcomed to come back on my next visit, but that was all for tonight. He knocked on the door and told me to finish the guys in the room.

I had no idea how many guys I'd blown – it was all like a blur of cocks and cum, but I continued to do my best, despite getting a little fatigued. I didn't think my mouth could tire, but my jaw and tongue were beginning to feel a little over-worked. When the last guy finished, I swallowed and was glad for a breather.

Mr. Langly came in and told me to get dressed, and then took me to his office. "You did really well Frank," he said, "Better than I'd expected – would you like to do this every Friday?"

"I'd love to!" I quickly replied. Mr. Langly smiled and said "You're hired" and handed me two hundred dollar bills.

"You are great for business!" he said, "And as word spreads there will be even more. I'm going to put the word out that next week it's okay for guys to bring their sons in, so you'll be able to suck some horny teenagers."

"How many did I suck?" I asked, eager to know how far I'd progressed.

"By my count 27 in all – did you swallow every one of them?" he replied.

"I always swallow," I insisted.

"Then you've raised your limit," he said, "And I'll give you plenty of opportunity to take it farther! Can you do one more?"

"For you, definitely," I replied, even though my stomach was beginning to feel a little uneasy.

He stood and unzipped and I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He put his hands on my head and said it was wonderful to have a white boy who sucked so well. He didn't take long and soon I tasted his manly load. Cum still tasted strong to me, but by now it had become the best tasting thing in the world to me!

I swallowed and had to work at keeping all the cum in my stomach from coming back up. I knew that I was now right at my new limit. Mr. Medford arrived and he talked with Mr. Langly for a while, and then he took me back to his place, where I blew him before leaving for home. On my walk home my stomach was really rebelling, and I had to swallow a mouthful several times, but I was determined to keep all that cum down.

As I lay in bed I felt the dried cum on my chest, left over from guys who dripped on me as they pulled out. I would wash it off in my morning shower, but for now just enjoyed another nice reminder of the evening. I was too tired to jack-off, and I thought it best to just lay quietly so my stomach could recover, and drifted off to sleep.

The next Friday was similar, except some of the guys were teenagers. They generally had smaller cocks but came very quickly – it was the first blowjob for many of them, and they were really excited. The only bad part was that a couple of guys recognized me from school, so my secret was now out. They said they would see me at school, which left me worried about trouble awaiting.

It turned out that they guys from my school just wanted me to blow them and agreed to keep my secret safe as long as I sucked them when they wanted. I had been afraid that word would get all around the school, but it didn't. The guys did tell a few of their friends, but soon I was sucking them as well. By the end of the school year I was blowing a couple of dozen black guys regularly, and loving every minute of it and every drop of their manly cum.

All my other lawn mowing experiences were pretty normal, but this one had changed my life forever!

  To be continued . . .

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