I'm Mike, a fourteen-year-old guy who blows adults exclusively. This if very risky for adult because they could do serious jail time for having sex with a minor, but once they know they can trust me, the men who like boys can't get enough.

It all started back when I was eleven. I couldn't cum yet, but I was actively surfing the web for porn. My mother installed software on our home computer to block most porn sites, but I'm pretty tech-saavy, and quickly found ways around the blocks.

Long before I was able to cum I was getting quite an education on sex. My older friends had taken sex education classes, and said they were pretty worthless – it was like a biology lesson. We already know what goes where – what we really want to know is how to actually do it – not just the vanilla stuff, but also the kinky stuff (some of that was the best).

Over about six months I went through all sorts of porn, and fairly quickly found that I liked blowjob porn the best. I looked at lots of pictures and videos of women sucking men, and downloaded hundreds of pictures onto memory sticks, so my mother couldn't find them. Even though I couldn't cum, I played with myself while looking at the pictures and loved the feeling of being hard. A few times I tried jacking-off but had to stop when I got sore from the pulling.

A little after I turned twelve, I was able to cum, and it changed my life. I jacked off a couple times a day, inspired by the blowjob pictures. Once I jacked off six times in the same day, but was really sore afterward, so I limited myself to three times a day.

As I stroked, I found myself thinking about actually doing the sucking, and soon I would imagine the guy in the picture cumming in my mouth, which would usually trigger my climax. This worked out really well but felt a little uneasy about being the woman in the picture, since I really like being a guy.

I searched through gay porn sites, which I had previously skipped, but soon had a collection of hundreds of pictures of guys sucking cock, which made me feel just right for me. I jacked-off quite happily for a while, until I realized that I wanted to really suck cock, not just imagine it.

At first it seemed pretty easy – there were lots of guys at school who would love to be sucked. I thought about who I should approach, but before I acted I saw what happened to guys who were openly gay. While I really hadn't given it much thought, I found that I could think of three guys who were openly gay. Some people seemed okay with it, but many brutally picked on the gay guys. I noticed that even some teachers treated them differently. I resolved to keep my desires to myself – at least at school.

I was glad to come to that decision before I had revealed myself, but now was left with the prospect of never realizing my dream of sucking a real cock. It seemed that every time I would jack-off I wanted the real thing even more. After a time I resolved to find guys outside of my school – guys who I could trust to keep my secret. I knew that many adult guys got to Adult Book Stores with peep shows where they get blowjobs.

I searched online for adult book stores near me and found two. I rode my bike out to them and found they both warned that you had to be 18 or older, and they checked ID. I saw a couple of cars pulling in to the parking lot and had an idea: I'd approach the guys and offer them a blowjob. That way I'd give them what they wanted and save them some money as well. I was quite willing to blow them in their cars and approached each of the guys.

It seemed like a great idea, but the guys quickly rejected me. One guy called me "jail bait", while the other just hurried past me without a word. I continued to try, until an employee of the book store came out and chased me away, threatening to call the cops. I sure didn't need that.

Over the next few weeks I considered lots of possibilities, including guys from other high schools, college guys and just randomly approaching guys on the street, but I just couldn't come up with an approach that I actually had the courage to try.

One Saturday morning I awoke with a new idea. I would go to a public restroom and stand next to a guy taking a leak, making it obvious that I was looking at his cock. If he responded, I might have a cock to suck. I eagerly got up and got ready for the day. During breakfast I thought about restrooms to try. I decided to go to the nearby shopping mall and try out my idea.

I arrived at the mall at eleven o'clock and went to the public men's room. It was empty, so I stood at the urinals and waited. Finally a guy came in and stood two urinals from me. Shit! Too far away. I just stood there while he finished and left.

I realized that most guys would avoid standing right next to another, so when the next guy stopped two urinals away, I moved to the urinal next to him. He looked at me as I did, probably wondering what I was up to.

I stood next to him, staring at his cock. He stepped back a little, as if to give me a better view. Then instead of shaking the last drop off his cock, he stroked it a few times. At least he was giving me a great show.

My heart was racing, and I wasn't sure what to do next. Fortunately the guy made the first move when he said, "Like this?"

"Yes, a lot," I said. He stepped back further and turned partly toward me, "You can touch it if you want," he said

I took hold of his cock – it was wonderful – so big, and I could feel it harden as I held it. I stroked it and it grew even more.

"Can I suck it?" I asked, timidly.

"Sure," he answered, "But let's go into the last stall in case someone comes in."

I was ready to drop to my knees without thinking about our privacy – I was glad he thought of it.

As we walked to the last stall I said, "This is my first time for this."

"Sure," he said, "It's clear that you know damn well what you're doing."

"No, really," I insisted, "I've wanted to forever but just now had the nerve to go for it."

We entered the last stall and the man told me to sit on the toilet. I did, and he brought his cock to my mouth.

"I got a big load for you, kid," he said, "Hope you like it."

I took part of his big cock into my mouth, having to open all the way. As I had learned from videos, I stroked the part of his cock outside my mouth, so between my sucking and stroking I was giving him a combination blowjob an handjob. He instructed me about moving my mouth and making swallowing motions, which seemed to really excite him.

I heard the door open and froze. He told me to keep sucking but not to make any noise. I sucked as I heard the new guy taking a leak, and got aroused by this situation. My cock was straining in my underwear, but I remained focused on the cock in my mouth.

"Here is comes," he said and I felt his cock pulsing has his load squirted into my mouth. I had long wanted cum in my mouth, and now that I had the strong tasting fluid. The taste was different from anything else, but I loved it. This was the essence of manliness, and I wanted as much as I could get for the rest of my life!

I didn't want this to end, so I continued to hold him in my mouth. Finally he pulled out and I swallowed his manly load.

The guy taking the leak had gone, so I said, "Thank you for making my first time wonderful – I'd like to suck you again."

"I could be in big trouble for this," he said, "I think we should go our separate ways."

"Please sir," I begged, "I would never tell anyone."

"Better not," he said, zipping up and walking out. I was thrilled and dissappointed at the same time. However, given my success, I resolved to approach other men as well.

Over the next month I went to a number of public restrooms, and approached several guys at each. I had mixed results, often meeting with anger, and sometimes giving another blowjob. A few of the guys agreed to let me blow them again, but most refused.

Whenever I went to the mall I walked for awhile, hoping to see the first guy I blew. About six weeks after the first time, I spotted him sitting on a bench. He was surprised to see me but smiled. "I was hoping to see you again," he said, "I'd like you to come to my house, if you can promise to never tell anyone about us or who I am."

"I have to keep this all a secret as well, so that's a promise I can easily keep," I replied.

"He wrote down his name, address and phone number, and gave it to me. "Memorize this and destroy it," he said, "Can you come to my house tomorrow afternoon?"

I agreed, and we talked for a bit. He told me that he had friends who would like to meet me, but only if I could keep it all secret. I quickly agreed. "See you tomorrow," he said, and I departed. I was thrilled that I would be blowing him again, and especially glad that he would be sharing me with his friends.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)