I'm Brandon, a fourteen-year-old guy who's been getting some strange text messages. It started one day when I got an unexpected text that said, "How ya doin?"

"Who is this?" I replied.

"Jim," they answered.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

"You will soon, I hope," was the reply.

We chatted back and forth, during which time I learned that Jim was a student at the local college and he was just reaching out to find new friends. He seemed like a good enough guy, and I was flattered that he would want to be my friend. He didn't seem to mind at all that I was just a kid.

One day the conversation got really personal when he asked, "Do you jack-off?"

"Of course," I said, "Doesn't every guy?"

"I think so," said Jim, "And those who say they don't would probably lie about other things as well. What do you think about when you jack-off?

"Mostly girls," I said, not sure where this was going.

"Ever think about cocks?" Jim asked.

"Not usually," I replied, getting a little nervous with the conversation.

"But sometimes you do?" returned Jim.

"Yeah, I guess sometimes I do," I admitted.

"Do you think of sucking cocks?" he asked.

I didn't answer, and after a few minutes Jim continued, "It's okay if you do – it's just between us."

"Fine," I responded, "Sometimes I do."

"Would you like to try it?" asked Jim.

"No," I said, and ignored his texts the rest of the day.

I think nearly all guys have thought about sucking cocks, but I never wanted to actually do it. Jim's texts got me thinking about it more though, and I started to look at online porn sites. I found pictures of women giving blowjobs very arousing and soon I was jacking off. That all seemed very normal until I realized that I was thinking about being the sucker!

That stunned me, but I found myself fully hard, so it must have aroused me. I considered myself to be completely straight but decided to indulge myself just a bit and found some gay sites where I watched some blowjob videos. I continued stroking and soon came. I felt a little guilty about my queer fantasy and closed the porn page. In a few minutes my guilt was gone, and I thought more about the videos that aroused me. It was just fantasy – I would never do anything like that!

The next day I heard from Jim again, who asked, "You mad at me?"

"No," I replied, "I just didn't like the direction our conversation was going."

"Sorry to press," apologized Jim, "I'll steer clear of that, but if you ever want to explore it, I'm open to it."

We had some pretty normal conversations for the next few days, and each day I would jack off to the gay videos. It was clear that the guys getting sucked were having a great time, but the suckers were too, and that seemed odd to me. What could they possibly be getting out of it? I found myself wondering what it would be like to suck, and secretly hoped that Jim would bring up the subject again.

He didn't, but my interest grew. After a couple of weeks, I found myself actually wanting to try it, but of course never would, though the thoughts kept coming back to me. I wished that Jim would bring up sucking again, but he didn't.

After a few weeks I texted, "I'd like to continue our conversation about sucking."

"Sure thing," replied Jim, "What's on your mind?"

"I'm embarrased about it," I confessed.

"Don't be," said Jim, "I'm your friend and this is just between us, and I won't judge you."

"Well," I replied, "I've been curious about what it would be like to suck."

"A lot of guys are," replied Jim.

"They are?" I asked.

"Sure," assured Jim, "Guys have been sucking since ancient history."

"I'm sure it's nice to be sucked," I said, "But what does the sucker get out of it?"

"There is a certain satisfaction they get out of doing it," explained Jim, "And for some they just can't get enough."

"I suppose they do," I replied, "But I just don't see it."

"Would you like to try it?" Jim asked.

"Hell no!" I said, "I'm just curious, that's all"

"Okay," responded Jim, "It's a very individual thing."

That was all we said about it for now. Our other conversations proceeded as if this had never happened. Privately however, my curiousity about sucking grew, and I was beginning to wonder if I were gay.

I really got aroused thinking about sucking and most of the time came just as the guy I was fantasizing about unloaded in my mouth. That seemed pretty gay, but I did it over and over.

One day I asked Jim, "Do straight guys ever suck?"

"Sure," Jim replied, "You like girls, don't you?"

"Yes, but haven't had much experience with them yet," I answered.

"So you would like to suck but are worried you might be gay," Jim asked.

"Kind of," I admitted, not intending to confess that much.

"I know a lot of guys who like to suck," said Jim.

I wasn't sure how he would know that, but he was a college guy, so he had more experience in life. I found myself wondering about Jim's cock, but would never ask such a thing!

A few days later Jim asked if I'd ever seen another guy's cock, and I said I hadn't. He offered to send me a picture of his and I declined.

But each day I wondered what his cock was like. Was it like mine or a lot different? The cocks I saw online varied a lot, and I kept wondering about Jim's.

After a week of wondering I asked Jim if he would send the picture, and he did. I moved it to my computer and displayed it on the screen. It was a posed like he was standing right in front of me as if I was going to suck him. That really turned me on, and soon I was stroking briskly. I came as I imagined Jim cumming in my mouth. I felt some brief guilt, but it passed quickly. I felt reassured by Jim that I wasn't gay just because I liked sucking.

It seemed strange to realize that I desired sucking but had never done it. Soon Jim's cock was my exclusive jack-off inspiration and I knew I wanted more than the picture.

Jim opened the door for that by asking, "Have you been looking at my picture?"

Without thinking I replied, "Yep, every day," and then realized I shouldn't have seemed so interested.

"Every day?" responded Jim, "You must be jacking off to it."

Embarrassed, I didn't respond, but Jim pressed, "You are jacking-off to it, aren't you?"

"This is embarrassing," was all I said.

"Brandon," replied Jim, "It's good to be honest about your feelings. Would you like to act on your feelings?"

"I'm not sure I should," I replied nervously.

"Your choice," said Jim, "I'm not going to rush you."

He was so reassuring. My desire mounted and I didn't know what to do about it. Finally, one day I asked, "Could I come meet you?"

Jim quickly agreed, and we made plans for me to visit him in his dorm room after school the next day. After I arrived home, I rode my bike over to the college and located Jim's dorm. I entered and went right to his room, where he welcomed me in. He gave me a coke and we sat and talked. I was nervous as hell and he did his best to calm me down.

I wanted to see his cock but just couldn't bring myself to ask. Finally, Jim said, "So, did you want to see my cock in the flesh?" I was tongue-tied, but just nodded.

Jim responded immediately by undressing, explaining that just sticking it out of his pants was so crude – this would be far better. Soon he stood before me, his semi-hard cock inches in front of my face.

"I don't know if I can do this," I said.

"Don't do anything that you don't really want to do," said Jim, "Maybe you'd like to just hold it in your hand."

That sounded good and soon I fondled his cock and brought him to full erection. Now that the head was pointing directly at me, is seemed to cry out for my attention. I pulled on his cock and Jim took a step closer. I brought my lips to his cock and lovingly kissed the head, and then licked the underside of his head. Jim moaned, and I felt compelled to go farther. My lips parted and soon he was in my mouth. I loved the feeling but was very inexperienced. I moved my tongue around in no particular way, but that seemed to work, and soon Jim pumped his hot load into my mouth.

It was really strong tasting and I must have had an odd look on my face. Jim said, "You can spit it out if you want." I knew that I was supposed to swallow, so that's what I did. Jim smiled and said I did a really nice job, but really deserved to cum. He suggested that I get naked and jack off with his cock in my mouth.

I didn't need more persuasion, since I was fully aroused. In minutes I was naked and kneeling before Jim with his cock in my mouth. He was soft by now, but still felt great in my mouth. I sucked as I stroked and Jim's cock responded. Soon he was hard again and I was ready to cum. Not wanting to shoot onto the floor, I cupped my other hand and filled it with my load.

I pulled back and looked down at my hand. Without a moment's consideration I brought it to my mouth and licked up my load. "Sweet!" said Jim, "You're really getting into this!"

I smiled and said, "You look like you're ready to go again."

Jim stepped forward and I opened my mouth to receive him once again. Now that I had cum I was no longer aroused, but it somehow just felt right to suck Jim, especially since I had aroused him.

It felt very different for me this time, but still kind of nice. Straight or not, I realized that sucking cock was something very right for me. Soon Jim came once again, and his cum tasted a little different now that I was no longer aroused. I found that I liked the taste and once again swallowed.

"You're pretty good at this," said Jim, "You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Never," I responded, "But I want to do a lot more of this!"

"I'll be glad to give you as much as you like," replied Jim.

I got dressed and returned home, fundamentally changed by today. I found some blowjob porn online and soon realized that I wanted to suck not just Jim, but anyone else I could. I realized that sucking Jim wasn’t enough for me, but had no idea how to go further.

Over the next couple weeks I sucked Jim nearly every day, and finally confessed to him my desire to suck others. Jim said he wasn't surprised because most cocksuckers want all they could get.

A cocksucker – I suppose that was what I had become. It didn't sound very flattering, but I knew it was true. It wasn't anything I had ever aspired to, but I knew it was a fact. I certainly liked it, and realized that I had to keep it secret, yet fit it into the rest of my life.

Jim set me up with some of his friends to blow, and they introduced me to others. I now have over twenty "regulars". Some like it all the time, and some once in a while, so I suck someone nearly every day, and sometimes several.

Reflecting back, I realized that it was only chance that led me to this, but I was really glad for it!

  To be continued . . .

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