My name is Tony, a twelve-year-old boy who's just begun to jack-off, and its wonderful! My best friend, Stan and I go into the nearby woods and jack-off together. Sometimes we would stroke each other off, but usually we just did it ourselves. We enjoyed hiking in the woods and came up with a game we called sperm-of-the-moment.

It was kind of a silly game but we seemed to do it all the time. Stan thought it up and said he was thinking that we jacked-off nearly any time – kind of spur-of-the-moment. He replaced "spur" with "sperm" and made a game of it. The way it worked was at any time one of us would say "sperm of the moment" and we would immediately drop our pants to our ankles and stroke. The first one to cum won. We were both horny nearly all the time and were pretty evenly matched, but didn't keep score – it was fun, even if a little silly.

Our homes were next to a large wooded area that adjoined a local park, so there were hundreds of acres of woodland trails, some of which we had never explored. We decided to try to jack-off in nearly every part of the park. We had to be careful about doing it in some areas where families would often had picnics.

We had played sperm-of-the-moment a few dozen times and never had a close call and had grown bolder about it. One day we were a little too bold and when we had just started stroking we heard, "Fresh meat guys!"

Startled, cocks in hand we looked up to see five high school guys, who quickly surrounded us. We tried to pull our pants up but were both grabbed, with our arms pinned behind us. We were both scared to death!

"You boys ever been ass-fucked before?" one guy asked. Stan and I knew about that from internet porn. We knew it was something gay guys did it and knew it could really hurt. We both said we had not.

"That's great!" the guy shot back, "I'm gonna plow some virgin ass!" Stan and I struggled to get away.

"Please," I pleaded, "Isn't there something else? Please don't do that!"

One of the other guys chimed in, "Well, you could blow us instead." That didn't sound very appealing to me but did sound a lot better than having my ass ripped apart.

"No fuckin' way!" said Stan, "I'm no cocksucker!"

The guys holding us lifted us off the ground, while others pulled our pants off our ankles. We were now naked from the waist down. They led Stan over to a fallen tree and bent him over it, preparing to rape him. One guy held his ass cheeks apart as the would-be rapist approached. As he pressed his cock to Stan's hole, Stan cried out, "Okay – I'll suck your cock!"

They pulled Stan up and had us kneel next to each other as the other guys unzipped and took out their cocks. Two of them approached us and brought their cocks to our faces. I watched as Stan opened and began to suck.

"Open up!" yelled the guy before me, and I quickly followed suit. It was a strange feeling to have a cock in my mouth, but it wasn't really bad – just the humiliation doing what no straight guy ever would do. The guy I was sucking told me how to move my tongue around and to make swallowing motions with my throat. As I did he pushed to the back of my throat, gagging me. He laughed as I gagged but pulled back, only to repeat as soon as I recovered. The guy Stan was sucking was doing the same – they were having a lot of fun at our expense!

Soon the guy I was sucking pumped his hot load into my mouth. It was really strong tasting and I wanted to spit it out, but the guy held my head and commanded, "Swallow it, like a good faggot!"

I had no choice and swallowed. After pulling out, another guy took his place, and I did some of the techniques I had just learned. "This kid seems to be a natural," he said.

"Some guys are born to suck," said another. Stan was still working on his first guy, while my second was getting close to cumming. I knew that I had to make him cum and he would be finished, but I really didn't want more cum in my mouth. Well, what I wanted didn't really matter, because soon I got that unmistakable taste once again. Stan's guy came about then as well.

They pulled out and the last of the guys stepped up for their turns. I was glad it was almost over and I did my best so it would be over soon. Stan's guy was a quick cummer and soon he was swallowing his second load.

I continued to suck and soon my guy unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed as he stepped back.

"Hey look at them," one of the guys said, "Their little cocks are both hard – they must be real faggots!"

We both blushed red but couldn't help what our cocks were doing – they had minds of their own!

"Before we let you go," said one guy, "You both have to jack-off – it's what we caught you doing, so you might as well finish."

Resisting seemed useless, so we began to stoke. We both came in about a minute, squirting our cum on the ground.

The five guys thanked us and said we were good cocksuckers, and said they hoped to see us again. That was something we would avoid at all costs!

Once they were gone, we pulled our pants up and hurried home, hardly saying a word. We had both been totally humiliated in front of our best friend and the sooner this was behind us, the better.

As I got home, I hoped that nobody would notice. It sounds stupid, I know, but I felt as if the word "cocksucker" was written on my forehead and everyone would know. I kept to myself as much as possible.

At bedtime I couldn't help but think about what happened and was shocked to find that I was hard again. How could I be aroused by something so disgusting? I jacked-off and could not keep the thought of cocksucking out of my mind. I found myself remembering the strong taste of cum and wanting to taste it again. I came to the thought of the guys cumming in my mouth. I felt ashamed after I came, but soon drifted off to sleep.

Throughout the next day at school I had difficulty focusing on my school work. I couldn't keep my mind off cocksucking. I forced myself to concentrate on other things but that only worked for a little while. When I was with Stan it seemed like our conversation was stunted and awkward – it was like I'd lost my best friend now too.

When I got home, I went online and looked up some gay porn. Looking at cocksucking pictures and videos I found myself imagining myself to be the sucker, and soon I had to jack-off again. As much as I tried to think about girls, cocksucking had become my biggest turn-on!

The next day I decided to break through the wall that had come between Stan and I. "Stan," I said, "Ever since that day in the woods our friendship has never been the same, and I don't like that."

"Neither do I," agreed Stan, "But what I did while you were with me can never be taken back – and I don't want you to think of me that way."

"I don't think of you that way," I assured Stan, "Remember, the same thing happened to me."

"But I think it's worse for me," Stan confessed.

"Worse?" I responded, "I sucked three and you only sucked two."

"That's not what I mean," continued Stan, "I just can't stop thinking about it."

"I know what you mean," I agreed, "It keeps haunting me as well."

"It's not quite like that," he said, "It's just that I think I liked it."

That was a really personal thing for Stan to admit, but we were very close. Before I could really think it through, I blurted out, "Me too!" I immediately regretted it, but it couldn't take it back.

Stan's eyes grew wide as he replied, "Really? I feel like they turned me queer."

"Maybe that's what's happened to me as well," I said, "But Stan, I want us to be like we were before."

"Me too," Stan agreed, "We haven't played sperm-of-the-moment since then – let's do it after school."

I agreed and the rest of the day I looked forward to going back into the woods with Stan, playing our favorite game. I was so relieved that our friendship was now improved, and only thought about cocksucking a few times.

After school we hurried home and then into the woods. Stan was first to say "sperm-of-the-moment" and soon our pants were down to our ankles. We stroked and it was like old times, but then Stan said, "I wish those guys were here."

I was shocked and immediately stopped stroking. It was what I had been thinking but didn't dare say so.

After a few minutes I replied, "You wanna go find them?"

Stan nodded and we pulled our pants up and set out down the path to where we met the guys before. There was nobody else there. I know it was stupid to expect that they would be waiting there for us – it wasn't like they lived there!

We were both disappointed but decided to find the nearest houses and see if the guys might be there. We followed the path, looking for other paths leading back to the subdivisions, and followed the first we found.

We crossed through a back yard to a street, and then walked down it. It was a sunny day and lots of people were out, but we didn't see the guys we were looking for. Finally, I saw someone that looked familiar washing his car. I pointed him out to Stan, who agreed it was one of the guys, and we walked up the driveway.

"Hello," I said, startling the guy. He quickly turned and said, "I know you guys – did you come back for more?"

"We did," answered Stan, and the guy led us into his garage. It was in broad daylight, but it was relatively dark in the garage, so people on the street wouldn't be able to see much. He unzipped and took his cock out. Both Stan and I dropped to our knees and realized that there wasn't enough cock to go around.

"You go ahead," I said to Stan.

"No, you go," countered Stan.

"You can both take turns," said the guy offering us his cock, turning first to me. I eagerly took him in my mouth and sucked. I brought him to full erection and then he pulled out and entered Stan's mouth. Each of us sucked a few minutes before he switched. After four or five times, he said, "I'm gonna cum – both of you open your mouths and I'll try to give you each some of my load."

He was in my mouth when I felt his cock enlarge slightly, but he quickly pulled out and squirted into Stan's mouth, and then came back to mine. It was nice for us to share in his load, but he ended up squirting some on each of our faces.

"Glad you guys came back," he said, "I'm Dave – give me your cell numbers so we can arrange for more."

We gave Dave our cell numbers, which he put in his phone. We departed, going back into the woods and back home. We let Dave's cum dry on our faces, and really enjoyed the sharing we'd just done.

Dave shared our cell numbers with his other four friends, along with a few others. Some we were getting blowjob requests from lots of guys. Occasionally we would hear from individuals, but mostly it was from groups of guys, and whenever possible we worked together – like the best friends that we were.

We don't play sperm-of-the-moment any more – instead we 69 whenever we can. We both love the way our friendship has grown closer than we ever could have imagined!

  To be continued . . .

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