I'm Mike, a high school sophomore at summer camp. We stay in a series of cabins that house about 20 boys each. Each cabin has a bathroom with 2 urinals, 3 stalls and 3 showers.

That wasn't unusual, but what was a little strange was that there was a hole in the wall between each of the stalls. They are known as Glory Holes and guys can stick their cocks through the hole and get sucked off – that is, if the other guy is willing.

I've been curious about cocksucking, but never tried it. I knew that cocksuckers were often picked on, and I didn't want to sign up for all that grief, so I just didn't.

The glory hole had a certain attraction, being anonymous, but in this cabin I figured out that any sucker would soon be discovered. I did my best to avoid sucking, but that didn't keep guys from sticking their cocks through the hole when I was in the stall.

At first I just ignored the cocks, along with their owners pleas for attention. I looked at them, sometimes with desire. After a few times I found the temptation was too great and I touched them, feeling them swell in my hand. I had never touched another guy's cock before, and really liked getting him aroused. The first time I did it I stopped when he was fully erect, and let go.

"Come on, man," the guy said, "You can't leave me like this!"

It only seemed right that I finish him off, so I took hold of his cock firmly and began to stroke. I leaned forward, bringing my face inches from his cock as I gave him a hand-job. As he began to cum I caught his load in my other hand.

As he softened I let go and he thanked me. I was glad for the anonymity – thankful that my secret was safe. He pulled out and left.

I realized that I was now hard and in need. I began to stroke, thinking about the cock I just milked. I thought about sucking it.

Looking at the load in my hand I wondered what it would be like for a guy to cum in my mouth. I imagined that while bringing my hand to my mouth, licking up his load. That put me over the edge, and I shot my load into the toilet.

I swallowed as I came, and only then realized that I'd just swallowed a guys load – and I liked it!

It was really strong tasting – unlike anything else. I decided that I wanted more cum, and wondered what other guys taste like. I decided to milk any cock coming through the hole.

From that point on I would go into the bathroom any time I saw a guy go in. I would note where he was and sit in the stall next to him. Most of the time nothing happened, but when a cock came through I fondled it to erection, and then stroked it. This time I moved my mouth to it and opened so he shot his load directly into my mouth. It was great!

He pulled out and thanked me. I was about to jack-off but heard the bathroom door open, and another guy entered the same stall. Soon his cock was in my hand. I stroked him and swallowed his cum as well.

To my amazement, this repeated three more times! After swallowing five loads of cum I jacked-off and came strongly. I left the bathroom and returned to find five guys in the cabin. All the others were gone, so the five guys I'd just stroked quickly figured out it was me. They all applauded and thanked me.

"Listen guys," I said, "I need to keep this on the down low – I just can't have everyone finding out!"

"Of course I'll still take care of all of you," I added.

They all liked the idea of getting more, but one guy said it would be even better if I sucked them. I told them that hand-jobs were all I could do for now, but if anyone told it would be over. They all agreed.

So now it was out in the open – at least with these five guys. I had a fundamental dilemma – they already knew I liked their cocks enough to jack them off – how much worse would it be if I was a cocksucker? Maybe these guys would keep quiet and maybe they wouldn't. I decided that I was not about to live in fear.

"Okay guys," I said, "I've decided. Blowjobs for all of you, as long as this goes no further – agreed?"

They all agreed and applauded. I sure hoped I wouldn't regret this. I realized that I'd better keep track of who I agreed to blow. By dinner time everyone returned to the cabin, awaiting our call to the dining hall. When the dinner bell sounded, we all left to get our dinner. Eager to give my first blowjob, I went to each of the guys I agreed to blow and told them I was going back and invited them to join me in a few minutes. I went back to the cabin and into one of the bathroom stalls. In a few minutes I heard another guy come in. I waited eagerly listening to him take a leak and flush the urinal. I expected him to leave, but then I heard the door to the next stall, and soon the cock I'd waited for emerged. I stroked it a few times and took it into my mouth.

Finally! I'd waited so long for this, and eagerly ran my tongue around the contours of my first cock. After familiarizing myself with it I began to run my tongue back and forth while I sucked. In just a few minutes I tasted his cum, and loved every moment of it. I swallowed as he pulled out and said, "Thanks, man."

He left and in a few minutes another cock was offered, and I gladly accepted. I was glad I decided to suck – it was so much better than jacking them off. After a few minutes he came as well. I held his load in my mouth as he pulled out and left. I enjoyed the manly taste for a few minutes, and then another cock was offered. I quickly swallowed.

Two more cocks arrived and I sucked them to completion, knowing I had kept my promise to the five guys I'd stroked off. After the fifth guy came I began to jack-off, now quite aroused from all the cum I'd swallowed. I closed my eyes as I stroked and replayed the blowjobs I'd just given, when I heard someone enter the stall.

I opened my eyes to see yet another cock – that was number six. Did someone talk. Oh hell, what did it matter – I really wanted this and took it into my mouth. As I sucked I heard more guys coming in. Word must have gotten out that a cocksucker was in action. I wondered how I could avoid everyone knowing it was me? If I got up and left they'd see me, so I decided to just stay there and suck.

It didn't take long to drain him and soon I continued and drained all the rest of them – twelve in all. I waited until the last guy left, then I got up, washed my hands and left. As I left the bathroom it seemed that everyone was looking at me – they all knew I was their cocksucker, but I just decided to play it cool, and said nothing. Nobody else said anything either, everything seemed okay.

The next morning I was awakened by a guy standing next to my bed with his hard cock out. "How about helping me out?" he asked.

I wanted it but hesitated. Then remembering that my secret was out I leaned toward him and began to suck. His moans woke the rest of the guys, and soon they were all standing near with their cocks out. I blew every one of them before we got ready for our day.

I was worried that they would look down upon me, but instead they treated me like a valued friend – I guess the wanted to keep me happy. For the rest of the time at camp we settled into a routine of blowjobs every morning and at bedtime, so the guys could sleep well. Some would connect with me during the day for a blowjob in the woods – what a wonderful way to commune with nature!

I was saddened when camp was over, knowing I would miss all the cocks and cum that had become part of my daily routine. I pondered how I could find guys to suck. I knew that a lot of guys would like it, but there were lots of bigoted homophobes out there too. Plus I had to remain discrete word didn't get around to friends and family.
I decided to try offering blowjobs in public restrooms. I hung out in the men's room at a large shopping mall, standing at the urinal. When a guy would stop by to take a leak I would compliment him on having a nice cock. Most said something nasty to me, and I quickly learned to handle rejection. But a few encouraged me, and I took them into a stall to suck. Afterward I gave him a card I'd printed with my contact information, so could contact me for more. Only a few did. I continued soliciting blowjobs there until a mall cop caught me and threw me out, threatening to call the police.

I considered going to another mall, but that was farther away. Then it hit me. There was a strip club not far away. My knew about it because my parents had warned me to stay away. I wished I could go to it, but nobody under 21 was allowed. But I knew that guys who went there got horny, and many left that way. On Friday afternoon I hung out in the strip club parking lot as lots of guys showed up after work. I waited until I saw some leave, and approached, saying, "Excuse me, you must need relief – would you like a blowjob?"

My odds were definitely better here – more than half accepted. Now where to do it. I blew many of them in their cars, and some behind the trash dumpster. This resulted in me giving a few blowjobs a week, which was better than nothing, but I sure missed summer camp.

I went back to summer camp every year until I graduated. There were different boys there each year, but there was always someone who I'd sucked before, and they made sure they were in my cabin. I would make a point of blowing them while everyone else in the cabin watched. Soon I was doing all of them. Word began to spread to other cabins, and I was worried, I'd be in trouble, but all that happened was more cocks to suck. Soon I became known as the "camp cocksucker – and was proud of it!

  To be continued . . .

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