I'm Mike, a fourteen-year-old high school guy who can't wait to be an adult. There are just so many things you can't do until you are 18, like voting. Not that voting is that important to me. What I really want is to get into the local adult book store.

It's only been around for a couple of years, but as soon as it opened I wanted to get in, but there is a sign on the door that clearly says "Nobody under 18 allowed". They sell adult movies and magazines, but what interests me is the peep shows. My brother Tom is a college student and goes there from time to time. He tells me that some of the peep show booths have glory holes, and he gets blowjobs there.

I had to jack-off nearly every time he talked about it. The truth is that I really want to suck cock but am deathly afraid of anyone learning my secret. Tom loves getting blowjobs but calls the suckers a bunch of faggots. He's pretty bigoted like that or I would have offered to blow him myself.

In fact, sucking Tom is one of my favorite jack-off fantasies. Once I can get into the adult book store, I might actually have a chance to suck him secretly – along with many others.

One day an idea struck me – it seemed crazy at first, but the more I thought about it the more it seemed like the only way I could suck cock any time soon.

My crazy idea was to go to the adult book store and talk to an employee and just ask if he could refer me to someone who needed a blowjob. I knew it was illegal for me to patronize the store, but this would just be asking for advice. Crazy, right? My biggest concern was that I would be coming out to that employee, but I realized that he didn't know me, so who cares?

I walked to the book store several times, but chickened out before going in. One day I finally mustered the courage to go inside. I noticed only one car in the parking lot, which was probably the only employee, so this seemed safe. My hand was shaking as I reached for the door and opened it.

As I stepped in a bell chimed and the guy at the counter looked up and said, "You have to be eighteen to come in here."

"I'm just looking for advice," I said, hoping that would buy me some time. He didn't insist on my leaving, so I approached the counter.

"I know guys get blowjobs here and I really want to suck," I began, "Can you tell me how I can find guys to suck until I'm old enough to come in here?"

"You wanna suck, do you?" he asked, and I nodded.

He told me to wait and he went over to the door and locked it. "We're here alone now, so show me what you can do."

"I've never done this before," I confessed, "But have always wanted to."

He unzipped and took out a cock much bigger than mine. It was soft and soon he was in my mouth and I felt him hardening. "Just do what I tell you," he said, and I was in heaven!

I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth, but even when he made me gag by pushing his cock to the back of my mouth it was great! "Here it comes!" he said, as he shot his hot load into my mouth.

It was really strong tasting – truthfully it tasted kind of bad – unlike anything else, but I was glad to get it. I swallowed, as I knew any good cocksucker would.

"You did pretty good for your first time," he said, "If you want to do more, we might be able to work something out."

He took me into the peep show area and walked down to the end. There was a back door, which he kept locked. "You got a cell phone?" he asked, and I nodded.

"You text me when you want to come in and I'll let you in this door," he continued, "You go into the very first booth and latch the door. You can suck all you can get – sometimes it will be me. When you are done just leave and make sure the outside door is closed behind you."

"I appreciate you helping me out," I said.

"I'll try to direct guys to your booth so you'll have plenty of cocks, if you think you can handle it," he said, "My name is Frank."

"Send me all you can," I said confidently.

I went home and immediately jacked-off, knowing that my life would never be the same. The next day I walked to the book store after school and texted Frank. He let me in and I went into the first peep show booth. I latched the door and looked around. There was a video screen on the wall opposite the door and a chair. But what I was really here for was the hole in the side wall, which would soon be offering me an anonymous cock.

There was nobody in the next booth yet, so I sat down and waited. In just a few minutes I heard someone enter, and I got on my knees and looked through he hole. The guy started watching a video and soon was stroking his cock. I tapped on the wall next to the hole to get his attention and soon he stood up and put his cock through the hole.

Nervously I took him into my mouth and began to suck. There was something amazing about sucking this way – I could be sucking nearly anyone – even friends or family! I realized that sooner or later I might be sucking Tom, and that really excited me.

The guy I sucked came very quickly. I didn't know how long it took most guys to cum, but realized that most guys here would be really horny and ready to cum.

He pulled out and I held his load in my mouth as he left. It was strong like Frank's load, but just a little different. The longer I tasted it the better I liked it but had to swallow as I heard another guy enter the next booth.

Soon I was sucking my second glory hole cock and loving every moment. It was a smaller cock and I had to keep my face pressed to the wall to get enough to suck. I kind of felt sorry for the guy for having such a small cock, but I gave him the best blowjob I could.

He pulled out and whispered through the hole, "This wall is too thick, let me into your booth."

I said "okay," but knew it wasn't the wall – it was his cock, but I didn't care. He left his booth and was soon tapping on my door. I let him in and in. Soon his cock was out and I was able to suck more of him. Little cock or not, I was enjoying the blowjob, and soon he was cumming in my mouth. It was a huge load for suck a small cock – I guess size didn't matter for that.

He thanked me and said he hoped to see me again, and I told him I'd be in this booth.

"You got another customer," he said, and I looked to see a black cock emerging through the hole. The guy I had just sucked left and I latched the door and took the black cock into my mouth. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen – just like what I had heard about black cocks. After a few minutes he was fully hard and completely filled my mouth, with several inches left over!

He thrust forward and I started to gag, and quickly adjusted my position to a comfortable depth. Now that he couldn't gag me I could focus on sucking him. It was difficult because I could barely move my tongue around his cock, but I stroked the part of his cock outside my mouth. It was kind of a combination blowjob and handjob, but it worked and soon he pumped his seed into my eager mouth.

He pulled out and swallowed. After a few minutes I had another customer – this time a white cock that was really long and thin. I had never thought about it before, but I was learning that cocks were as individual as people, so I thought I'd be able to recognize cocks when I see them again.

I sucked him eagerly and found that when he thrust forward, gagging me, his long thin cock went part way down my throat. I pulled back in surprise, but kind of liked it, even with the gagging.
Instead of pulling back so he couldn't gag me I let him trust deep, and now tried to swallow as he did. I still gagged, but it wasn't so bad, and he pulled back and thrust in again.

At the time I didn't realize that I was deep throating, but I loved it. He continued to thrust into my throat until he came. The only thing I didn't like about it was that he shot most of his load down my throat, so I only tasted the little bit as he pulled out.

"Your a fuckin' good cocksucker!" he said, and I told him that to come back to this booth next time.

I couldn't believe my good fortune to have such a variety of experiences. Soon another cock was offered me. This guy was normal size but uncut. This was new to me and I didn't quite know what to do. The head was almost covered with the foreskin, with only the tip sticking out.

I took him into my mouth and ran my tongue over the tip and soon he hardened further and the more of the tip emerged. I licked it and soon the foreskin seemed to disappear. It was not like sucking the other cocks and soon he rewarded my effort with his hot semen.

I noticed that I was beginning to feel nauseous. I was pretty sure that swallowing cum was safe, but maybe I had swallowed too much. I decided to leave before I had to puke, though I sure wanted to suck more cocks.

I left and made sure the outside door was closed and latched.

As I walked home I struggled to keep from throwing up. When I got home, I lay down for a while until I felt better. By then I was ready to jack-off and had some wonderful memories to fuel my arousal.

I jacked-off again at bedtime, and drifted off to sleep, a very happy cocksucker.

I went back each day after school and was delighted to find that with practice I could successfully swallow more and more loads. It was really nice to not have a limit.

Frank had texted me that the busy time was between 4pm and 6pm, after some of the local factories finished first shift. My parents didn't get home until after 6pm, and I told them I was working at the library, which they were glad to hear. They sure would be pissed to know what I was really doing!

The factory guys were a horny bunch, and most of them came in just a few minutes. The guy with the short cock had become a regular, and I would invite him into my booth when he arrived, so I could give him a good blowjob. He was the only one who actually saw me – to everyone else I was just an anonymous mouth, and I found it exciting to blow guys anonymously – I imagined that I was blowing friends and family – and who knew, maybe I was.

There was one guy who kept asking me to let him into my booth, but I resisted. I had learned to recognize his cock (as well as many others), so I knew it was the same guy. One day he pulled back shortly after I began to suck him.

"I don't want to do it this way," he whispered through the hole, "It's hard to cum this way – finish me off in your booth."

I really didn't want to miss this blowjob, so I reluctantly agreed. I turned to face the door and unlatched it. The door opened, and I was horrified to find it was my brother Tom!

"I thought so!" he exclaimed, "I've suspected you were a faggot for quite a while."

"It's not what you think," I protested.

"Bullshit!" Tom said, "It's exactly what I think! Now show me what a good faggot you are!"

There was no point arguing, so I opened my mouth and took him in. Because I recognized his cock, I realized that I had been sucking him for about six weeks. I knew I had to blow him but wasn't sure what would happen next. Tom was really homophobic, and I feared he would tell my parents, who would be definitely pissed!

Tom came and said, "That's it, swallow it all you faggot!"

It was insulting, but I realized that it was true. I liked being a cocksucker, and wasn't ashamed of being a faggot, but did find his accusation insulting.

"Finish your sucking and look me up when you get home," said Tom, "We have a lot to talk about."

Tom left, and I latched the door. I sucked another guy off, but couldn't enjoy it, thinking about being caught by Tom. I decided to finish up and go home.

Once I got home I went to see Tom. He looked at me with a big grin and said, "I never thought I'd have my own cocksucker right at home – I know you'll suck me whenever I need it – right?"

I nodded and asked, "How did you know?"

"Frank is a friend of mine," Tom said, "And he told me that he had a high school kid he was whoring out. I noticed that you were gone at the same time and decided to check it out. I found I liked your work and was determined to see if it really was you."

"What do you mean that Frank is whoring me out?" I asked.

"Frank normally sells a peep show card for $10," Tom explained, "But he's selling guaranteed blowjobs from you for $10 cash. On top of that it's tax free, and he doesn't have to pay you."

At first, I found that very insulting, but the more I thought about it the more I liked it. It meant that I was good enough to be a professional, and it worked out great for both of us.

"I didn't know that," I said.

"You have to keep working for Frank," Tom added, "But you have to suck me whenever I need it – got it?"

I nodded, but said, "But this has to be our secret or it's no deal."

"Sure thing," assured Tom, and I hoped I could count on it.

It actually worked out pretty well. Tom kept my secret, except for bringing home an occasional friend for me to blow. It's been over a year now since I've started sucking, and only go to the book store three days a week, but still give over fifty blowjobs a week.

Tom has become less homophobic, and has really learned to value my blowjobs, which are a lot more dependable than his girlfriend putting out. In fact, Tom confessed to me that he actually liked my mouth more than her pussy. I can't tell you how good that made me feel.

  To be continued . . .

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