I'm Bill, a sixteen-year-old guy in a vocational educational program at my high school. I am training to be a nurse, and by the time I graduate I will be ready to work in the field. For now, I am an intern at a local nursing home. I don't get paid, but I get credit at school for the hours I work.

It is just as serious as a real paying job however – perhaps more serious. If I get fired from here, I would be kicked out of the program, which I can't risk. So, I am on my best behavior – that means making sure the patients here are well cared for and have no complaints about me.

I've received great reviews by my supervisor, who likes the way I go the extra distance for the patients. Going that extra distance changed my life in ways I could never have imagined.

Mr. Marshall was in his fifties and suffering from early onset alziemers. He was physically in great shape, having exercised regularly most of his life, but couldn't remember friends or family, or even what day it was. He was a pretty friendly and kind, so it was a pleasure working with him.

One day I went into Mr. Marshall's room to check on him and he said he had something he needed me to do. I told him I'd be glad to help, and he asked me to close the door because this was private. I closed the door and wondered what this was all about.

He stood up and opened his robe, revealing a well-toned body and a fully hard cock. "I need you to help me with this," he said confidently.

"I'm not supposed to do that sort of thing," I said, backing toward the door.

"Nonsense," Mr. Marshall replied, "This is a private matter just between us – you can keep a secret, can't you?"

"When I lived at home, Joey, a neighbor boy would come over and suck me whenever I needed it. He was a good boy – much like you, Bill. I think you're the kind of boy who will help me out."

I'd never even seen another guys cock close up before, and never gave sucking a second thought – well honestly I had thought about it. Actually I was really curious about it and thought about trying it one day. Maybe today was that day.

"Mr. Marshall, I've never done this before," I said, "And if I get caught, I'll be fired."

"Don't worry," he replied, "I'll teach you, and we'll just make sure you don't get caught – now come over here and help me out."

I stepped closer and dropped to my knees. Mr. Marshall brought his cock to my mouth and I opened to receive him. My heart was racing with fear and excitement, but as I took him into my mouth a feeling of calm came over me. I can't describe why or how, but it just felt really right in my mouth – like it belonged there. I ran my tongue over the head and followed Mr. Marshall's instructions, and soon he pumped his hot load into my mouth.

It was strong tasting – unlike anything else, but I kind of liked it, and swallowed immediately. Once I swallowed I wished that I hadn't, because now it was gone. I resolve that the next time I would hold the load in my mouth and savor the manly taste.

"That's a really good boy, Bill," he said, withdrawing from my mouth. I got up and asked if he neede anything else and he just thanked me for my help and wished me a good day.

I finished my shift and left, still thinking about how incredible it was to blow Mr. Marshall. I wondered how often he would need me to suck him, and I hoped it would be often.

The next day I went to see Mr. Marshall and he smiled broadly upon seeing me. My supervisor had told me that Mr. Marshall reported that I was especially helpful – I just hoped that he wouldn't slip and tell just how I was helpful!

Mr. Marshall spent much of the day watching television, some of the time walking the garden in the back of the home and playing checkers with other patients. He was having difficulty with checkers because he forgot where he was in the game and got into arguments about whose turn it was.

When they told him that I would be in later and would spend some time with him, that calmed him down. I think my blowjobs were the high point of his day, and it was the best part of my day. I blew him every day I worked.

I usually worked the weekends, and they gave me Tuesday and Wednesday off. Mr. Marshall said it didn't like it when I was gone, and I tried to encourage him to be patient, and that I would suck him eagerly upon my return.

I was always nervous when I was off – concerned that Mr. Marshall would slip and say something. So far, he didn't, but one day he did.

Mike, one of the nurses on my floor said he needed to talk with me about Mr. Marshall. At first, I thought it might be a medical or care issue, but he told me that Mr. Marshall kept asking for me during my time off.

"He told me that you'd been blowing him," Mike said.

I didn't know what to say – I suppose I could deny it and say he must be confused. I decided to just remain silent and see where this was going.

"I know you need this assignment for your career and can't afford to have any blemish on your record," Mike said, "So I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?" I asked.

"You just blow me when I need it and nobody else will ever know," he said.

I realized that it was a lot easier to just blow him rather than deny it – and a lot more enjoyable as well.

"Where and when did you have in mind?" I asked.

"I'd prefer not to risk doing it here," Mike said, "So you can come to my apartment and do me there."

That sounded fine, and I agreed to go to his apartment after my shift and suck him off.

I couldn't believe my good fortune! Ever since I first sucked Mr. Marshall I had wondered what it would be like to suck others. I knew from stories I'd read that cocksuckers often suck many guys, and I wanted to expand then number of guys I suck. Now with Mike I've doubled the number of guys.

But that still leaves me with only two, and I hadn't blow Mike just yet. At the end of my shift I rode with Mike to his apartment. "Mr. Marshall is the only one I've sucked so far," I said.

"It's good to get broader experience," replied Mike, "I'm sure you'll do well."

"I really would like a lot more experience," I said, "But need to keep this secret."

"A lot more?" asked Mike, "You mean a few more guys or a bunch all in the same day?"

"Is that possible?" I asked, "In the same day?"

"It's very possible," Mike said, "But let me see how you do with me tonight."

I resolved to give Mike the very best blowjob I could – if he could set me up to blow a number of guys, I sure wanted him to know I could do it (though I wasn't entirely sure myself yet).

We arrived at Mike's apartment and went inside. Mike told me to undress, which I did without hesitation. I stood there naked and hard.

"Looks like you're ready," said Mike, unzipping and taking out his cock.

I dropped to my knees and began sucking. Mike wasn't quite as big as Mr. Marshall, but he felt wonderful in my mouth. I moved my tongue around rapidly soon Mike rewarded my efforts with his hot load. I held his cock in my mouth until he pulled out – I wanted his cock for as long as I could have it.

"For a beginner, you're pretty good," said Mike, "With practice you'll become a master cocksucker!"

I swallowed his load and replied, "I want all the practice I can get."

"What time is your shift over on Saturday?" Mike asked.

"I get out at 9pm," I answered.

"I'll pick you up and take you to a place where you'll get lots of practice," Mike said.

Mike drove me home, and I jacked-off before going to bed thinking about the possibility of sucking off many guys.

That Saturday I sucked off Mr. Marshall as usual. I loved sucking him, but my mind was on tonight – I had no idea what to expect but was eager to find out.

At the end of my shift I Mike picked me up as planned. "So where are you taking me?" I asked.

"I have a friend with a strip club," he said, "All the guys are horny from the show and most will welcome your mouth."

"That sounds great!" I said, "But where will all this happen?"

"You'll be in the men's room and the owner will pass the word to his good customers that they can get a blowjob in the men's room. Just suck all the ones who give you their cock and ignore the rest."

"Sounds good to me!" I said.

When we arrived, Mike took me in the back door, since I wasn't old enough to enter in through the front. He took me to the manager's office and introduced me to Ben.

Ben was glad to see me and said, "I should have a bigger crowd than usual since I've got the word out about this – you sure you can handle the volume?"

As eager as I was, I frankly didn't know if I could, but Mike chimed in, "Sure, he won't have any problem."

Ben took me to the men's room and put down a rubber pad where he wanted me to kneel and I got into position. "I'll let them know you're ready," Ben said, leaving me alone there.

The first guy came in and paused, saying, "I thought you'd be a girl – but no matter, boys give better blowjobs anyway."

He approached me, unzipping, and soon his cock was in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head and the guy came almost immediately! He must have been really aroused watching the strippers. He thanked me and pulled out, leaving me to savor his load. I held it in my mouth as he left and waited for the next guy.

Soon another guy was feeding me his cock. While I sucked him, another guy came in to take a piss, and afterwards got in line behind the guy I was sucking. He also came quickly, and then I sucked the guy behind him. This was a real cocksucker paradise – lots of horny men all in bad need of my mouth!

I heard other guys coming in, and soon there was a line forming. I was doing my first suck line and it was amazing! I didn't even see their faces – just one cock after another, but that was fine with me.

After a few more guys I was startled when the guy I was sucking said, "Billy, is that you?"

I hated to be called Billy but was far more concerned about being recognized! I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Atwater, my next-door neighbor. He talked with my father a lot and I feared that he would expose me.

"Billy, your secret is safe with me," he said, "As long as you come see me from time to time."

I hoped that I could depend on that, and gave Mr. Atwater my best work, and he gave me his load. He pulled out and I breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few more guys my stomach was starting to feel uneasy. I wondered if large amounts of cum might be toxic – I sure was getting a lot tonight.

Two more guys and I was feeling nauseous, and did my best to hold it down.

There break in the activity and Mike stopped in to check on me. I told of my stomach issue and he said, "Better call it a night – don't want you puking – can you hold it down?"

I nodded, and he continued, "You better – I don't want you puking in my car!"

Mike took me to see Ben, who thanked me and asked if I wanted to do it again next Saturday, and I agreed.

On the way home I said, "I think I swallowed too much cum."

"Well, you probably swallowed your limit," Mike replied, "Any more and you'd be puking, which sure isn't cool. How many loads did you swallow?"

"Not sure – I lost count – something over ten," I answered.

"That's pretty good for your first time doing a group suck," assured Mike, "As you get more practice, you'll be able to take more."

"I want as much practice as I can get," I stated, and Mike said I could suck at the strip club as long as it was good for Ben's business.

I went to bed soon after arriving home, wanting to let my stomach recover from all the cum I'd swallowed. The next morning I felt better, but found that I had a really loose shit, possibly from all the cum. I showered and got dressed. I happy recounted the many blowjobs from last night but couldn't help but be shaken by seeing Mr. Atwater. I was really afraid he would tell my father and decided to go see him.

I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Atwater answered. I knew I couldn't talk to her and asked for Mr. Atwater, who came to the door, and invited me to go sit on the deck with him. He explained that we would have more privacy for our conversation.

"I'll bet you were really surprised to see me last night," he began.

"I sure was!" I agreed, "And afraid you'll tell my father."

"I have no reason to do that and get you in trouble," he explained, "And that would ruin things for me too – I really like having a cocksucker living next door."

It was clear that he wanted me to continue sucking him, and I was more than willing to, and told him so. I gave him my cell phone number and asked him to text me whenever he needed a blowjob and I would give him priority. He smiled, and I returned home, now at ease.

In a few short months my life had gone from pretty mundane to very complicated, but I loved every minute of it. Sucking Mike, Mr. Marshall and Mr. Atwood were all reliable regulars, while the strip club gave me lots of variety, and the opportunity to raise my swallowing limit.

For a beginner, I was one lucky cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)