I'm Brian, and I've been blowing Jim, my best friend, since we were kids. It all started when we were just thirteen. We had been best friends since before we started school and did nearly everything together.

One day we were talking about how we were so close that we probably had no secrets from each other and agreed that we could ask any question of each other and we would answer truthfully no matter what.

After a few simple questions Jim hit me with one that stunned me, "What do you think of when you jack off?"

"That's pretty personal," I replied, too embarrassed to answer.

"We're best buds!" Jim replied, "This is just between us – I'll go first."

I was relieved to have some time to think up something, and listened as Jim began, "I think of Lisa Marshall – the girl with huge tits who wore those fuzzy sweaters. I imagine shooting all over her tits!"

Now it was my turn and I was fumbling around, trying to come up with something acceptable to say. I started to talk about some of the other girls, but I don't think I was convincing.

"You're making that up," said Jim, "Now tell me the truth. I began to blush red. Jim assured me that whatever I said was completely private and would strengthen our friendship.

I was silent for a time and then blurted out, "I think about sucking your cock!"

"Wow!" replied Jim, "No wonder you didn't want to say. Have you sucked other guys?"

"Never," I responded, "I don't know why I think of that – I feel kind of ashamed."

"Don't be," said Jim, "You were just being honest – it probably turns you on – that's all"

Put that way, my confession didn't seem so bad. We talked about other things, and I thought that was the end of it.

The next day Jim and I took our usual route home from school. It involved a shortcut through a wooded area. As soon as we were in the woods, Jim turned to me and unzipped.

"I wanted to share this with my best bud," Jim said, taking out his semi-hard cock. I didn't know how to respond – I was intrigued, but very nervous about this.

"Go ahead and touch it," Jim said. For the first time in my life I squeezed another guy's cock, and I was getting very hard. I hoped Jim wouldn't notice, but soon he did.

"Go ahead and jack-off," said Jim, "Looks like you need it."

He was right and there was no denying it. I released my hard cock and dropped to my knees and began to stroke. Jim's hard cock was at eye level, just inches from my face.

I wanted to suck Jim, but didn't want him to think badly of me, so I held back. But Jim didn't. He drew closer to me and pressed his cock head to my lips. Unable to control myself, I kissed the head and extended my tongue, licking the underside.

Suddenly I came, shooting my load onto the ground. It was the most intense climax I had ever had – then it hit me.

Suddenly I was overcome with guilt and shame, now regretting my behavior with Jim. I just had to get away – I stood up, quickly zipping up. "Gotta go," was all I said as I took off running for home.

I felt completely humiliated by what I'd done and thought my friendship with Jim was over. I couldn't undo it and would never be able to face Jim again.

I was lost in thought at dinner and didn't say much. My mother asked what was wrong. I certainly couldn't tell her, so I just said I thought I was getting a cold and would go to bed early. That seemed to work, and I went to my room right after dinner.

I did my homework and then went to bed. I thought about today and soon was aroused again. Now hard, I began to stroke, thinking about actually sucking Jim.

Remembering what it was like to kiss his cock, I imagined him fully hard in my mouth. That was all I could take and found myself cumming on my bed sheets. It was another strong climax, leaving my balls aching from being completely drained.

Once again the guilt and shame overtook me, and I was glad to finally drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I talked with Jim. "What happened yesterday?" he asked, "You really freaked out on me!"

"I feel so ashamed that I wanted your cock," I explained, "It was so wrong."

"That part was fine," Jim replied, "And you were enjoying it and came quickly – but then you freaked out!"

"When I came, I realized how wrong it was, and felt so ashamed and just had to get away," I explained.

"You mean cumming made you change your mind just like that?" Jim asked.

I nodded and added, "It was like I was out of control before I came, but once I did, it brought me to my senses."

"That's not the way it looked to me," replied Jim, "We were both having a great time until you came – then you went nuts!"

"Let's just put it behind us," I said, "It should never have happened." After that we went to our morning classes.

Our class schedule had us in separate rooms, but we met for lunch. I had been thinking about Jim's cock all morning. I knew I wanted it, but just had to resist.

I hoped the subject wouldn't even come up, but after only a couple of minutes Jim asked, "How would it be if you sucked my cock but didn't cum? That way we can both enjoy it without you freaking out."

I knew I should refuse, but Jim's suggestion left me with a boner, and I wasn't thinking clearly – I wanted his cock!

In my aroused state I agreed to give it a try. I held my books in front of me as I returned to class. Throughout the afternoon I kept thinking of Jim's cock – craving it yet knowing I would regret it as well.

After school we walked quickly, both anxious to get to the woods. When we arrived, Jim took out his cock and told me to do the same. He told me not to touch my cock while I sucked him.

Soon I was on my knees and fully hard just thinking about Jim's cock! He approached closer and I opened my mouth – for the very first time experiencing what I had long craved.

I knew it was perverted, but Jim's cock felt so good in my mouth – like it belonged there!

This was an incredibly submissive thing to do, but I felt like I was completely in control, and loving every moment. Jim had surrendered his cock to me, trusting me to make him cum.

I really didn't know what I was doing, but just moved my tongue around while sucking. It worked well and soon I felt his cock enlarge a bit and begin pumping his hot load into my mouth.

I had long anticipated my first taste of cum. I heard it was really strong tasting, and some hated it, but I wanted it badly.

As the first hot squirts emerged from Jim's cock I just held it in my mouth, savoring the unique taste. It was strong, and unlike anything else, and I was thrilled to receive it!

"Wow! That was great!" said Jim, "So much better than jacking off. I can see you liked it too – bet you need to cum – go ahead."

Jim pulled out, leaving me with a mouthful of cum and the urgent need to cum. I stroked while continuing to enjoy the taste until I felt my climax approaching. It felt amazing, but I knew the guilt and shame would hit me soon, so I swallowed before I lost my nerve.

It was a good thing I did, because I would certainly have spit it out. Now with the aftertaste of Jim's load, the shame hit me harder than before – what had I done? This could never be undone – if my father found out he would call me a faggot and throw me out of the house. I struggled with what to do about it.

Jim broke my concentration with, "You alright, man?"

That brought me back to reality. I may have just done something shameful, but it was something I really wanted, so I'd have to accept that.

"Just that damn guilt feeling again," I responded.

"Anything I can do to help?" asked Jim.

"No, I just need to work through this," I replied.

I got up and we continued our walk home. My shame soon subsided, and I said, "Sorry about the guilt stuff – I really like sucking you."

"I sure loved it," Jim said, "Would you do me every day?"

"I'll do it any time," I assured him.

From that day on my life was changed. I had been a guy who fantasized about cocks, but now I was a real cocksucker – and there was no going back. I just hoped it would ruin our friendship.

Actually, it brought us closer, and sucking became a major part of our relationship. Soon I was sucking Jim three times a day. The first blowjob was in the woods on the way to school in the morning.

The second was at school at 1:15 each afternoon. We were in different classes but asked to go to the restroom at that time. We met in a restroom that had urinals at the far end, past the stalls. I sucked Jim by the urinals and most days we weren't interrupted. When we did hear the door open, we would quickly stand at the urinals, pretending to take a leak. We resumed once we were alone again.

The third blowjob was in the woods after school on the way home. Jim always got hard right away in my mouth but took a little longer to cum after the two earlier blowjobs.

That was the only time I jacked off with him. Jim had worked with me to deal with my guilt and shame. Now I would typically cum while sucking Jim, catching my load in my free hand. Jim would briefly pull out of my mouth and direct me to swallow my cum, then finish sucking him off.

For some strange reason it was easy to comply with Jim's orders, even if I wasn't in the mood for it. I am truly grateful to Jim for helping me in this way.

On weekends we often spent most of the day together. We made a game of finding public places where I could suck him. Sometimes it was in an elevator, sometimes in a stairwell. A favorite was a parking deck. It was fairly dim lit, and Jim would choose a place behind or between cars. As soon as he took out his cock I would be on my knees sucking him.

Most of the time Jim would pull out after a couple minutes to save his load for later. I would usually suck Jim to completion three times a day – sometimes four. Once I made him cum five times, but it left his balls sore, so we usually stopped after three.

Sucking in public places was fun, but sometimes we got caught. Most of the time they would say it's disgusting and chase us away, but occasionally they would demand a blowjob, and Jim would enjoy watching me blow a total stranger.

One day we were caught by a guy from my church, and I thought I was in trouble, fearing he would tell my parents. I was relieved when he wanted a blowjob. He liked my work and soon I was blowing him regularly as well.

Now Jim and I are in our thirties with families of our own. We live nearby and our wives are close friends, so I get to blow Jim nearly every day. It's a very good arrangement for both of us. I have six other guys I blow regularly, but Jim is still my favorite – he changed my life!

Many thanks to my online friend Joe Cable, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)