I'm Brad, a high school student looking for his first cock to suck. There are lots of guys in my high school who would welcome a blowjob, but I don't want to risk exposing my secret to them. While much of society is accepting of gays, I live in a really conservative area, and it would be a disaster if my parents found out.

I've been monitoring postings of guys looking for blowjobs and have replied to many of them, but so far none have been willing to let me suck them once they learned my age. I lied about my age on a several occasions, but when we met, they were pissed and told me to come back when I grow up.

Still, I kept trying, hoping to find someone open-minded. Then one day I saw a posting titled "Oral Intern". They were looking for someone willing to intern at their company and provide oral services for the male employees. I called the number they provided and talked with Mrs. Marscott, who scheduled me for an interview after school two days later.

I arrived ten minutes early, wanting to make a good impression, and found that it was a Real Estate company. I entered and went to the reception desk, where Mrs. Marscott was sitting. She was an attractive, middle-aged black woman. I wondered if she knew what this job was really about. Just for fun, I decided to ask her what she could tell me about the position.

"I suppose our posting might be a little vague," she began, "But you will be assisting our people and setting up meetings with clients and doing open houses on the properties we are showing. Those will be your official duties, but I'm sure you'll want to know about the unofficial duties as well."

I nodded and she continued, "Real Estate can be a high stress environment, and you will be responsible to provide stress relief for those who want it. I could be any of our staff, and sometimes a number of them on a single day. Since you are here, I presume that you are willing to pleasure men orally?"

That was pretty direct, and I quickly blushed red at her question, but just nodded.

"I can see that this is embarrassing to you," she said, "If this isn't what you want, we can cancel."

"Oh, I want it," I quickly replied, "I'm just not accustomed to talking with a woman about it."

"Good!" she replied, "Have a seat and Mr. Tyler will be available soon."

I sat and waited. In a few minutes Mrs. Marscott led me to an office in the back. I noticed that all the offices had windows and wondered if there was a place where I'd do my work privately.

Mr. Tyler was a tall black man, who smiled and extended his hand to welcome me. There were only a few other people to be seen, and they were all black. I jacked off regularly fantasizing about cocksucking – often black cock – and I really looked forward to this!

Mr. Tyler told me about the company and talked about my official duties, but said nothing about my unofficial duties. I wondered if that was for legal reasons or something else. When he finished, he asked if I had any questions.

"I'd like to learn more about the unofficial duties," I said, trying to remain business-like, even though my cock was hard.

"Well, there are naturally things that aren't on the job description – everyone pitches in where needed," he said, "Was there anything of particular interest to you?"

I could see that it was up to me to state what was previously unspoken, so after a short hesitation I blurted out, "Giving blowjobs!"

He asked me to wait a bit while he invited Mrs. Marscott in and asked me to repeat it for her. This must be a test to see if I could discuss this with a woman. I felt really uncomfortable, but really wanted this. Mr. Tyler already knew what I wanted, and Mrs. Marscott almost certainly did, even though it was never clearly spoken, so I gathered my courage and turned to her.

"I'm here to give blowjobs," I said, my voice quaking a bit.

"How much experience do you have?" she asked.

"None so far, but I want to learn!" I replied.

"If you've never done it, how do you know you'll like it?" she asked.

"I jack-off thinking about it nearly every day," I confessed, "And I'm really eager to actually do it!"

Mr. Taylor then asked, "How do you feel when you cum? Any second thoughts or guilt feelings?"

That stunned me. I remembered wanting to eat my cum while I was stroking, and would shoot into my other hand, but always lost my nerve before I could eat it. Was that what he meant?

"I'm not sure I follow," I said, trying to buy some time before answering.

"Well, a lot of beginners have a change of heart when they cum," he explained, "Some feel ashamed and just want to get away. I need to know that once you start sucking that you'll finish the job, even if you cum while doing it. It's a disgrace to start a blowjob and not finish."

"I promise I would never give up before finishing!" I insisted, but deep down worrying about how I would really react.

"That's good," said Mrs. Marscott, "Are you ready to be tested?"

"Sure," I said, "Just tell me what you want me to do."

She told me to undress, which I was a little reluctant to do in this fishbowl of an office. There wasn't a bit of privacy anywhere here. They knew that, and it must be part of the test, so I undressed and stacked my clothes on a table as Mrs. Marscott directed.

Mrs. Marscott took my cock in her hand and said, "Look how soft it is – you must be embarrassed, dear."

"I'll get over it," I said, "I really want this job." I glanced through the window and saw a pretty black woman standing there and watching.

"Come on in Marcy, said Mr. Taylor, "You can be part of the interview."

She entered and introduced herself, and took my cock from Mrs. Marscott. She fondled me and I hardened in her hand.

She squeezed my cock hard, as if testing it's firmness. "I think he's fully aroused now, though he's kind of small."

"White boys generally are," said Mrs. Marscott, "That's why they love black cocks."

It was humiliating to hear them talk about me that way, but Marcy kept my cock at attention and Mrs. Marscott gave me the instructions for my test.

"Now that you are hard, and in the mood," she began, "Get on your knees and hold Mr. Taylor's cock in your mouth. Just suck it gently for now – you'll finish him later. For now just enjoy the wonderful feeling of a real man in your mouth, and stroke yourself off. Catch all your cum in your other hand. When you are finished, lick up your cum and swallow it, and then finish sucking Mr. Taylor. If any of us see any signs of hesitation you will fail.

The test sounded really hot, but I feared that I might not be able to stay focused once I came.

Marcy released my cock and I dropped to my knees. Mr. Taylor unzipped and offered me a huge black cock. It had to be eight inches long and wasn't even hard yet! I took him into my mouth and eagerly sucked him. It was wonderful! I had wanted this for so long, and now that I had him in my mouth I just knew that it was right – that was the way I was supposed to be. I gently explored the contours of his cock with my tongue.

This was so exciting that I came really fast. It was a really strong climax and I shot more cum than usual. Then I started feeling the hesitation. I knew I had to overcome it because everything depended upon my passing this test.

I forced myself to bring my hand to my mouth and licked up my cum. It was strong tasting, but not bad – I should have been eating it all along. After licking up the last and swallowing, I returned to Mr. Taylor's cock. Now it was time to make him cum. I felt shame and guilt about cumming with his cock in my mouth, but I forced myself to continue.

I had been reading articles on the internet on how to give a good blowjob, and practicing on bananas and cucumbers. I wiggled my tongue back and forth while sucking his cock back into my mouth. When he hit the back I gagged but forced myself to continue. This was what I was meant to do, and I was determined to do it well. I wanted to make him cum, but knew it would be all over then, and wanted to make this moment last. But soon I felt his cock grow even larger and pump squirt after squirt of his hot seed into my mouth. Feeling it shooting into my mouth was far better than licking my own cum up, and I hoped I would be doing this often.

I knelt there, lovingly holding his cock in my mouth as it drained. He pulled out and told me to show the two women his load. I turned to them with my mouth open and saw that they had both been recording a video with their cell phones. I sure hoped that my parents would never see it!

Mrs. Marscott told me I could swallow and I did. I thanked them all for giving me this opportunity and hoped that I could be part of their team. They told me to get dressed, and leave my email address with Mrs. Marscott. I got dressed and stopped to give Mrs. Marscott my email address.

"You'll receive your official notification by email tonight, along with a link to our website and an employee logon," she said, "But let me be the first to welcome you to our team!"

I left, feeling like I was walking on air. Not only did I give my first blowjob, I now have a situation where I'll be doing it regularly.

I went home and jacked off again – this time I didn't lose my nerve, and licked up my cum. I resolved that I would never again waste cum. At dinner I told my parents I was going to intern at the Real Estate firm after school. They thought it was great that I'd get business experience, and no doubt thought it would keep me out of trouble – if they only knew the real story!

After dinner I checked my email and saw that Mrs. Marton had sent me an official welcome. I went to the website, which talked about their services and showed pictures of all employees. My picture was there, where I was listed as a "Customer Satisfaction Specialist". I wondered if I would be blowing customers too – I hoped so!

I clicked on the employee logon link and logged in. There was a banner that welcomed me to the team, and showed still pics and videos of me jacking off with Mr. Tyler's cock in my mouth, all through licking my cum and sucking him off, then showing his cum in my mouth.

If my parents saw this they would faint, and then kick me out of the house! I quickly got off that page and went back to my emails. There were a dozen emails – one from each employee, welcoming me. Nine were men, who all said they looked forward to spending time with me, and enclosed pics of their hard cocks. They were all mouth-watering!

The emails from the women were a little different – obviously I would not be blowing them, but two asked if I would blow their husbands, to which I quickly agreed. The third was Marcy, a single mom, who had a teenage boy going through puberty. She asked if I would blow him to cool off his passion so he didn't get a girl pregnant. I was going to email her back but decided to answer her in person tomorrow – it was becoming easier for me to be open about these really private things.

At bedtime I stroked myself to erection again, thinking about my exciting new life. I quickly came, and then drifted off to sleep. The next day was a great day. School usually dragged for me but knowing the great time I'd have after school made the day go much smoother.

I arrived at work after school and went to Mrs. Marscott. She told me to call her Marcy and Mr. Tyler Ed, since we were now on a more intimate basis. She handed me a schedule of one-on-one meetings so I could get to know each of the employees personally, and to practice my oral skills if they wanted. I had a little time before my first meeting, so I stopped to see Marcy to tell her I would be glad to take care of her son. She was glad for that, saying that J'mal was nearly always horny and she didn't want him getting a girl pregnant. I said it sounded like he might need daily service and she agreed. The next day was Saturday, and she invited me to her home so I could meet J'mal.

I went to three meetings that afternoon, and got some work done, setting up appointment for some of the realtors before the office closed at 8pm. As the staff was leaving, I asked if anyone needed anything further, hoping to give yet another blowjob. Mary said her husband would be out in the parking lot waiting for her, and I should come meet him.

I did, and he took my cell phone number so he could text me to schedule my work. I went home, after giving three blowjobs and lining up more for the future. The next day I want to Marcy's house and found J'mal sitting on the porch.

"You the cocksucker?" he asked.

"That's me," I said, "And I'll be glad to suck you as much as you need but need to keep it on the down low."

"Got it," he replied, "Ain't never had a blowjob, but I hear they're really sweet."

"Most guys think it's the very best way to cum," I replied, "Want to have one now?"

J'mal got up and took me to the back yard, where we would not be seen from the street. He dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles and sat on a patio chair. I knelt on the ground between his legs and sucked him. He came in just over a minute and gave me his hot load. This was my first load from a teenager, and it was a really big load. I told him that I wanted him to use my mouth whenever he needed it, so he'd never have to jack-off again.

He told me that he'd see me at school – then it hit me – I wanted to keep my secret at school and that meant that nobody there would know, but now J'mal knows. I just hoped that he'd keep my secret but was nervous about it.

Over the next week I met and blew all the men at work and made arrangements with both of the husbands. J'mal and I had an arrangement at school. We were in different classes, but every day at 2:10pm we would each ask to go to the restroom. We met at a particular one that had stalls right as you go in, and the urinals at the end, out of sight. I would blow J'mal by the urinals and he usually came within two minutes. Occasionally someone would come in, and as soon as we heard the door, we quickly stood up at the urinals, and then resumed after the visitor left.

I felt comfortable that J'mal was keeping my secret, and that we had a pretty good arrangement. Then one day a friend of his showed up in the restroom. I protested, but he said that it was okay and he'd keep my secret too. I had my doubts, but I willingly blew the both of them. A few days later J'mal brought another friend for me to blow. I agreed, but said we had to talk after that, and asked him to wait for me after school.

J'mal was waiting at the front door, and we began to walk home together. "How can you be keeping my secret when you are telling your friends about it?" I asked.

"Hey, I only tell guys who want you to blow them," he said, "If only guys you blow know, then your secret is safe, isn't it?"

"Maybe so," I replied, "But at this rate all the black guys in school will soon know."

J'mal smiled and said, "Would that be such a bad thing, if you're blowing them all?"

"But none of the white guys should ever find out – right?" I replied.

"No problem," agreed J'mal, "You'll have enough black cock to suck, so they'll never know. It's probably best if we aren't seen hanging around together much, so your white pals won't think anything is up."

I agreed and wondered what it would be like to blow all the black guys at school. There weren't a lot of them – maybe fifty in all, and not everyone would be interested, but I knew that soon I'd be swallowing a lot of cum!

My internship went very well and I began taking classes so I could pass my real estate test. I helped the realtors whenever I could, and especially liked helping with open houses. We had to be there an hour before the scheduled start, and once we had all the signs up we would find a private place for me to blow the realtor I was helping. It was often in the kitchen or living room – it was hot and kinky doing it in a place that is usually so public!

Ed (Mr. Tyler) used me nearly every day and would occasionally ask me to visit an important customer. He knew that a gift of a blowjob was always appreciated – and very memorable. I really enjoyed both the blowjobs and making a difference in the business.

Friday and Saturday nights after dark were major suck nights. J'mal and I agreed that we would meet near the local "lover's lane" – a place where kids would park and make out. There was a wooded area nearby and I would wait inside for J'mal and his friend to show up, and I'd do a suck line. At first there were only half a dozen guys, but it slowly grew. When it got to fifteen, I found that my stomach would start to feel uneasy after swallowing so many loads.

Each additional load swallowed made it worse, and when I got to twenty I knew I had to stop or I'd throw up. When school was out in the summer we would meet more often, and I found that with practice I could swallow more loads without ill effects.

Now, two years later I've been hired full-time by Mr. Tyler. I've earned my realtor's license and made enough sales to live comfortably. Of course, everyone at work knows I'm a cocksucker. Since I get paid strictly on commission, I can use my time for blowjobs if I like, and the other employees certainly love it.

J'mal has made a business out of lining up guys for me to suck, and the weekend night suck lines often had more than 30 horny guys. I think my body has adjusted to swallowing so much cum that I no longer have a limit, and am delighted to be able to handle so much cum.

I don't know if there have been any clinical studies on the effect of swallowing large amounts of cum. All I can say from my experience is that it makes you a cumslut – and I'm darned glad to be one!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)