I'm Marty, a fourteen-year old guy who just moved from the big city to Siberia – at least it feels like Siberia. I used to live on the outskirts of Chicago – a city with a lot going for it and endless things to do. My father took a new job in Battle Creek, Michigan – which might as well be Siberia to me.

The worst part is that we don't live IN Battle Creek, where there are at least some things to do. Instead, we moved to a little farm town that is home to a liberal arts college, but not much else.

My buddies and I used to hang out at some of the shopping malls outside Chicago, but there is nothing like that here. As we drove into our new town for the first time I asked, "Where's the mall?" My Dad pointed to a row of stores and said, "That's it!"

"But where to kids hang out around here?" I asked.

"Maybe at the grain elevator," was my Dad's smart-ass reply. I was doomed.

Fortunately, I met Jeff, a kid next door who happened to be my age. We got on our bikes and rode around town. He showed me the college, where his older brother went. He explained that his brother was required to live in the freshman dorm the first year and was having a great time being away from home.

We stopped at a McDonalds and got some chicken nuggets and cokes. As we sat at our table I asked, "So what do you do for fun around here?"

Jeff's response would change my life. "I give blowjobs," he said.

"Really?" I responded, "And that's fun?"

"I love every one of them," Jeff replied, "You ever do one?"

"I've never even gotten one before," I said, "And never even considered giving them."

"You need to get one to know what it's like," explained Jeff, "Come on and I'll show you."

He got up and started to walk away but I remained seated. "Hey, come on – this is gonna be great!" Jeff insisted.

I got up and nervously followed him into the men's room. He went into the stall and motioned me in. I had never been in a stall with someone else before and it seemed odd. Jeff latched the door and told me to stand with my back to the corner, next to the toilet.

It was a big stall built with ceramic blocks all the way to the floor. There was no way anyone could tell we were even in there.

"Now take out your cock and be really quiet," Jeff said, "especially if anyone comes in to piss."

I took out my cock, looking forward to my first blowjob, and was semi-hard already. Soon Jeff was on his knees sucking me and it was absolutely incredible!

Then I heard someone come in and froze. We both stayed quiet as we heard the guy take a leak, then wash his hands and leave. Jeff was right – this was a fairly private place. He continued to suck me and in a few minutes, I came in his mouth. I'd seen this in online porn and couldn't imagine anyone swallowing cum, but Jeff took it eagerly. He held my cock in his mouth until I finished cumming, and then pulled off and swallowed.

We left the stall and went back to our table. "That was amazing!" I said, "But I don't think I could ever really give one."

"Sure you could," assured Jeff, "If you want to, but there's no obligation – I'll blow you any time you want."

"Thanks," I said, "I think I'd like getting it again, but I'm straight."

"Me too," said Jeff, "I like girls and date them, but giving blowjobs is my favorite."

"They are great to get," I said, "But what do you get out of sucking?"

"I really love it!" he said, "It's hard to explain, but once you do it, you'd understand."

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

"Oh, maybe six years," Jeff said, "My brother Jim got me started when he was in high school."

"Don't the other kids in school pick on you?" I asked.

"They don't know," Jeff explained, "To them I'm just like everyone else."

"Then who do you blow?" I asked.

"Older guys," he replied, "When I got started it was all high school guys, so none were in my school. Now Jim fixes me up with college guys to blow – they're always horny!"

"Wow!" I said. I really wasn't interested in ever doing it, and just couldn't understand why Jeff liked it so much. It seemed so demeaning, but he clearly thought it was great.

I jacked-off that night, thinking about Jeff blowing me. No jacking-off could ever be as good, but the memory of it was hot. I expected Jeff to be a really good friend!

The next day I saw Jeff as he was getting on his bike, ready to leave. I got on my bike and rode along with him. I had hoped to get another blowjob. Jeff said he was on his way to the college where Jim was arranging a suck line for him.

"What's a suck line?" I asked.

Jeff explained, "It's just a bunch of guys who line up and I suck off one and then the next until they are all done."

"Wow!" I said, "I never heard of such a thing! How many guys are there?"

"About 15 to 20," Jeff replied. "They are all really horny and cum in just a few minutes, so I get through the entire line in a little over an hour."

"That's a lot of cum to swallow!" I said, "Is it safe to swallow that much?"

"Sure, but I had to work up to it," Jeff responded, "At I would feel nauseous after swallowing six or eight, but with practice I could take more."

"Did it make you puke?" I asked.

"At first I felt like it," Jeff said, "But I just stopped sucking and held it down until I felt better, but now I don't think I have a limit and can swallow whatever they give me."

"I can't imagine swallowing cum," I said "What's it like?"

"That's the best part!" Jeff replied, "It's kind of strong tasting – different from anything else – at first I wasn't sure, but it's an acquired taste and now I can't get enough!"

Jeff turned into a local park and said, "We have time for a quickie – let's go into the woods."

I followed Jeff down a path into the woods and to a clearing, where he dropped to his knees and said, "Okay, let's have it."

I needed no further encouragement and gladly gave him my cock, which he sucked expertly. It only took a couple of minutes for me to cum, and it was as great as the first time.

We continued on to the college, where Jeff said he would be a while, so I rode back home. While I had no interest in cocksucking, I couldn't help but wonder what Jeff found so great in it.

That night when I jacked-off, I thought about Jeff sucking me, but my fantasy seemed to have a mind of its own, and soon I was thinking about sucking him! I tried to shift back, but the idea of a cock in my mouth was compelling, so I just went with it. I imagined him cumming in my mouth, but of course had no idea what it would taste like, but when he did, I came immediately into a tissue.

I thought about my fantasy and realized that I was actually curious about what giving a blowjob was like – to me truly honest I found the idea arousing. I replayed the fantasy back in my mind up to Jeff cumming in my mouth. What would that be like? Girls claim that cum tastes terrible and would make them puke – but Jeff really loves it – could it be all that bad?

I realized that I was holding a tissue full of my own cum, so I popped it in my mouth and was really surprised with the taste! I don't know what I should have expected, but it was completely different from anything else. It was very strong tasting – maybe even bad tasting, but I could understand it being an acquired taste like Jeff said – would I grow to like it?

These were crazy thoughts! I would never suck a cock, so it really didn't matter! I spit out the tissue and threw it away, then drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I jacked-off in the shower, and once again thought about sucking Jeff. It didn't seem that this was going away, but I pushed the thoughts aside and got on with my day.

In school all I could think about was sucking Jeff, and I knew that it would haunt me until I did something about it. Jeff was in a couple of my classes, but I didn't say anything about it.

After school we went to McDonalds again and as we sat drinking our Cokes I finally blurted out, "I want to blow you."

With great surprise Jeff replied, "Really? You sure about that?"

I nodded and said, "I've been thinking about it ever since we were here last, and just can't help but wonder about it – I don't know if it's really for me, but I feel like I have to try it."

"That's fair," Jeff said, "It won't hurt to try it once – if you don't like it you don't have to do it anymore, and it will be just between us. When did you want to do it?"

"How about now?" I replied.

Jeff got up and I followed him to the men's room and into the stall. With the door latched, Jeff stood in the corner and unzipped, while I got on my knees.

"I don't know what to do," I said.

"Just suck it and enjoy the experience," said Jeff, "You don't have to worry about technique just yet."

Technique – yeah, I suppose there was some skill to cocksucking, and I was just a beginner – I would probably suck like a girl, but this was really about satisfying my curiousity. I took Jeff in my mouth and was amazed at how it felt. It was like cocks and mouths were meant for each other – or maybe meant for me – who could tell?

Remembering how Jeff sucked me, I moved my tongue around and found that I really liked exploring the contours of his cock with my tongue. He wasn't very big at all – smaller than I was, but he fit nicely in my mouth. I was glad he didn't have a huge monster cock that would choke me.

Jeff put his hands on the sides of my head and started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. This surprised me, but I later learned it was called face-fucking, and some guys preferred that. I suppose it worked well with my lack of skill, and Jeff's small cock got fully hard doing it.

Two guys came in and left, and I just kept sucking the entire time, until I felt Jeff pumping his hot load into my mouth. He pulled my head to him and held me there while he drained into my mouth.

It was a really strong, kind of bitter taste, but it was actually better than my cum in the tissue. Maybe it was better served warm? It then hit me that I'd given my first blowjob and was now a cocksucker. Even if I never did it again I was still a cocksucker – could I live with that?

Well, too late to change that now. I swallowed Jeff's load and got up. "Thank you," I said.

"Thank YOU!" Jeff said, "I hope you liked it because I sure did!"

We returned to our table where I confessed to Jeff the many conflicting feelings I was having. I liked sucking him and really wanted to do more, but at the same time I knew it was really taboo, but it felt so right when I did it.

"Sleep on it," said Jeff, "It will work out." I agreed, and we went home.

That night I recalled the blowjob and came very quickly – No matter how taboo this was, I knew for sure that I wanted it.

The next day in school as soon as I saw Jeff I told him I wanted more and he suggested that I come to his house after school, since we would have the house to ourselves for more than an hour. I knew we'd be done by then and quickly agreed. All day long I imagined sucking him again and had to hold my books in front of me between classes to hide my hard cock.

After school we went to Jeff's house and up to his room. "Let's get undressed and 69," Jeff said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You'll see," was all Jeff replied. Soon we were both naked and Jeff told me to lay on my back on his bed. Then he climbed on top of me, kind of reversing his position so his cock was in my face and his mouth was on my cock. I opened my mouth and began to suck as he sucked me and couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. I was getting aroused by both his mouth and his cock, and I suppose he was experiencing the same.

Jeff pulled off me momentarily and said, "Take it slow and make it last."

That hadn't occurred to me – I always thought that the point was to cum as quickly as possible, but I gave it a try. I sucked Jeff gently and he did the same, and we must have enjoyed it that way for maybe fifteen minutes, before we just couldn't stand it anymore. When I felt Jeff pumping his hot seed into me, that send me over the edge and I came in his mouth.

We both lay there for a while, each holding the other's spent cocks in our mouths. Taboo or not, I knew I loved it and wanted all I could get!

"That was great!" I said.

"We should do more of that," agreed Jeff

"If we did it enough, we would never have to jack-off again!" I said.

From that day on Jeff and I 69'd almost every day, and it never got old.

Jeff has become a great friend and took me along to the college where I sucked along with him. I knelt next to Jeff and the line fed both of us. Because Jeff was giving up half of his guys to me, his brother said he would work on increasing the number of guys each time.

It took a while for the number to increase, but I needed to increase the number of loads I could swallow. The first time I sucked with Jeff I hit my limit and had to let Jeff finish the guys, but a few weeks later I was able to take all that were presented to me.

Two months later Jeff was able to entice over forty guys to come for blowjobs. My skill and capacity had improved, so I think it was an even split with Jeff.

After a couple of these large group sessions there were some complaints from some of the prudish residents in the dorm, and Jeff's brother said he wasn't going to keep setting them up. Instead, he printed off cards to give to all the guys who had ever participated. The cards had both our names and cell numbers, so they could text us when they needed our service.

We really missed the suck line and didn't know how well the new approach would work, but soon we both were going to the college dorm nearly every day after school, typically sucking three or more guys each time.

Occasionally Jeff's brother was able to set up a suck line in the woods at the nearby park, which was always welcomed but both Jeff and me.

Thanks to Jeff's opening the life of a cocksucker to me, my new town was now a great place!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)