I'm Bryce, a fourteen-year-old high school kid who was the brunt of a terrible joke that changed my life!

I stopped in the boy's room one day after school to take a leak and notice a message scrawled on the wall above the urinal in black felt-tip pen: "Good BJ:" (followed by a phone number). I chuckled, thinking someone was gonna get some unwelcomed calls, but then it hit me that the phone number was mine! What kind of asshole would do this to me? Who could it be? It could be any of dozens of people I knew – no way to tell. Anyway, I had to do something about this and I got a wet paper towel, hoping it would wash off. Shit! It must be written in permanent marker – this wasn't gonna come off easily.

This was a small rest room with only one urinal and three stalls. I looked inside the stalls and saw the same message. This was really bad – I wondered how many other such messages there were, so I took a quick tour of the other boy's rooms and found the message in every stall and above every urinal. Damn! I thought about what I would say when I got calls. "Fuck you!" was an obvious choice, but that would just let them know I was upset, so I decided to just politely tell them that they had the wrong guy.

That evening after supper I got the first call. "I got a cock that needs your mouth," the guy said.

"Sorry, wrong number," I said and ended the call.

The guy must have thought he miss-dialed, because in a minute he called back, so I said, "I don't do that, now please stop calling."

"Well you should!" the guy said, and hung up.

I decided to write the number down, and see if it matched any I knew. I only got a few more calls, but lots of text messages. I wrote down the numbers to all of them. After that I got at least a dozen new calls or texts a day, and soon I had a list of over a hundred different phone numbers.

I wondered about guys who sucked cock. It was obvious why anyone would want to get a blowjob, but why on earth would anyone want to do it? I heard that most girls don't like doing it, but gay guys do all the time. Out of curiosity I surfed the web and went to a couple gay porn sites and looked at pictures and videos of guys giving blowjobs. Some were forced into it, but most seemed to be doing it quite willingly, and really enjoying it. How could sucking a cock be enjoyable? What really amazed me was how they could gladly swallow a guy's cum! The very idea of it nearly made me puke.

I cleared the history on my browser so nobody could know what I was looking at and shut down. I felt I'd never understand the strange attraction cocks had to the suckers but wasn't going to spend more time thinking about it. Every couple of days I found myself going back to those sites and admiring the work of the cocksuckers. I found a gay chat room and signed up under the name "curious1". There was a list of names of others in the chat room, and I clicked on one called "BJ4U" and asked if we could chat.

"Sure," BJ4U said, "What's on your mind today?"

"I was just wondering," I said, "Why guys suck cock?"

"Are you serious?" he asked, "It's a wonderful feeling!"

"How so?" I asked.

"First of all, a cock feels really good in the mouth," he said, "And as you suck, the guy gets more and more aroused until they can't hold back any longer, and fills your mouth with his hot seed!

"The thought of that nearly makes me puke!" I said, "Doesn't it taste disgusting?"

"I think a lot has to do with how you see it," replied BJ4U, "If you see it as disgusting it will probably taste bad, but if you desire it, it will taste good."

It didn't seem reasonable that thinking about it would affect the flavor so much.

"How long have you been sucking?" I asked.

"Over fifteen years now," he said, "and give 2-3 blowjobs a day – would do more if I could."

I thanked him and signed off. I wasn't sure if he was telling me the truth or BSing me.

That night I lay in bed and played with myself, then began to jack-off. My usual jack-off fantasies were girls I had seen in girlie magazines or on porn sites, but as I was getting close I found myself thinking about sucking cocks. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was exciting, and it kept coming back. It should have been a major turn-off for me, but it wasn't, and soon I imagined a guy cumming in my mouth, just as I shot my load!

A wave of guilt washed over me and I wished I had never explored this perversion. Fortunately I soon drifted off to sleep. Over the next few days I continued to have these disturbing fantasies, and began to wonder what cum tasted like, so I planned to shoot my load into my hand and lick it up. Thinking about this was even more exciting and soon I filled my palm with my cum. Before I could lift my hand to my mouth I lost my nerve and felt the guilt once again, and went into the bathroom to wash my hand.

I repeated this for the next week and decided that the only way I was going to taste cum was if I gave a blowjob. What the hell was I thinking? Why would I do anything as crazy as that? I was really conflicted. I went through cycles of arousal, thinking about blowjobs, to guilt.

I liked cumming, but really hated the guilt feeling, so I avoided jacking off, doing it only a couple times a week. That avoided the guilt, but I found my desire for cock grew even stronger, and I began to want to really try it. I was still getting calls, but not as many. Finally I resolved to consent to the next blowjob request.

Once I had made that decision I waited for the next call or text. They used to happen often but now it seemed to take forever. Finally I got a text that said, "How about a BJ?"

I wasn't sure what to reply, so I typed, "I'm new to this, but willing to try."

The response was immediate, "I got just what your virgin mouth needs!"

We exchanged a few more and I agreed to meet him after school today at the entrance of the social studies wing. I agreed, and immediately started to have second thoughts. If I met him I was exposing myself as a cocksucker, even though I'd never even done it! It was bad enough to have my phone number abused, but I didn't want people thinking that I actually did it. On the other hand, I really did want to do it – I was having a tough struggle with this.

At the end of the day I was going to just take my bus home and skip meeting, but out of curiousity I went by the social studies wing to see who might be there. There were nearly a dozen guys at their lockers, so there was no way to tell.

I got a text from him saying, "Where R U? I'm waiting!"

As I looked at the text and tried to think of some excuse to send, I heard a voice, "There you are! I thought you weren't going to show. I'm Jeff."

I was so startled I didn't even think of denying it, and just said, "Hi, I'm Bryce." I realized that I had just confirmed that I was a cocksucker – or wanted to be. Jeff invited me to his house, which was just down the street. He was a freshman and had the house to himself for an hour before his parents got home from work.

I had a lot of thoughts racing through my head as we walked, but said nothing. Finally we got to his house and went in. He turned to me and said, "Ready?"

"I've never done this before," I said, "I don't know where to start."

Jeff unbucked his pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. He shed his underwear, exposing his hard little cock. I thought mine was small but his was really small – I guess a year can make a real difference at our age.

"Get on your knees," he ordered. I felt kind of stupid that I had to be told, but quickly dropped to my knees and he approached me, bringing his little hard cock to my lips. I opened and took him in. It felt strangely good and I explored the contours of his little cock with my tongue.

"Oh yeah!" he said, "lick the head!"

In response I moved my tongue around more and in a few minutes he said, "Here it comes!"

He grabbed my head and pulled it to him, pushing his little cock in my mouth all the way. I had no difficulty taking it all and now felt it pulsing as he pumped his load into my mouth. It was strong tasting – different than anything else. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but I knew I had wanted it and now got it. I held his load in my mouth while he finished pumping. When he pulled out, I swallowed, not feeling the urge to puke at all.

"That was great Bryce!" Jeff said, "Did you like it?" I nodded in agreement.

"Would you do me tomorrow?" he asked.

"Okay, but this has to stay just between us," I said, "I can't have other people know."

"It's our secret," he said, and I departed.

I hurried home and immediately jacked off, catching my cum in my hand and quickly licking it up before the guilt hit. It still came, and really bothered me, but the deed was done and couldn't be undone!

I decided to agree to other blowjob requests that I received. I was only getting a few a day, but each new request was exciting. Being a secret cocksucker was a real thrill, and I loved the very idea of agreeing to blow total strangers just based on a phone call or text. I found there were lots of places to give blowjobs – sometimes in the boys room (though that was risky), often at their homes, and sometimes just behind some bushes in the neighborhood. There was a nearby woods that also worked out well.

All the guys I blew turned out to be really discreet – they didn't want it known that they were getting blown, so my secret never went beyond the guys I blew. Almost all the guys I blew that way wanted more, so soon I had an entire series of "regulars". I had learned first hand how wonderful it felt to suck a guy off, and just couldn't get enough.

When the calls finally stopped I was disappointed that I wasn't getting new cocks to suck. Then I remember the list I had kept and began to text those numbers with "Still interested in a BJ?"

Some didn't reply, and some had nasty replies, calling me a dirty faggot, but about half of them agreed and I added another guy a day to my list of clients.

When I got to the end of the list there were over fifty guys I was blowing regularly. My skills had improved and I found I could suck a guy off in less than five minutes – for some less than two. Even so scheduling became a problem, with just getting to them took longer than the blowjob itself.

But they liked my work and were willing to wait. I set up a regular schedule with most of them, so it was something we could both count on. I still took text requests, but most of my work was pre-planned.

Once school was out I had more time on my hands, and more availability, so I set up regular hours in the nearby woods. There was a path that led to a clearing where I waited, usually naked. It was fun to see guys lined up waiting as I sucked. I did 10-15 blowjobs a day and loved every minute of them. At first I had difficulty swallowing that much cum – my stomach rebelled, but with practice I found I could handle it well.

When school resumed, I had to go back to scheduled blowjobs, which wasn't as much fun, but still enjoyable. I rarely got new guys now, but with so much variety I was one happy cocksuckers!

I sometimes think back to the day I first saw my my phone number on the wall. I was mad at the time, but am now really grateful to whoever did it. It might have been a joke, but it's made a wonderful difference in my life!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)