I'm Mike, a ten-year-old boy with a unique relationship with a neighbor man. Mr. Davis took me fishing. My father hates fishing – saying it's too boring waiting for the fish to bite, so he was fine with me going with Mr. Davis.

We went to a variety of places, sometimes with many other fishermen, sometimes it was just us – alone with nature. On one of those occasions he got up to take a leak. He was turned away from me but glanced back and saw me watching. To my surprise he turned so I could see him, and I was amazed to see his big cock. I had never seen an adult cock before and couldn't understand how much bigger than mine was. He was about twice my height, so I thought his cock would have been about twice as big as mine, but it was much bigger.

I realized that this was a very private thing, and quickly turned away. "Don't be embarrassed," Mr. Davis said, and approached me with his big cock still out, "Take a closer look if you like."

He stood a couple feet away from me, his huge cock pointed at me. "It's huge!" I said.

"One day you'll be much bigger," he said, "When you go through puberty you'll grow much bigger – but until then, you can enjoy mine."

"I don't understand," I said, staring intently at his cock.

"This is a very private thing," he said, "Go ahead and hold it if you like."

I was a little hesitant, but really interested, and cautiously took it into both hands. It felt really good in my hands and it soon it began to grow. Mr. Davis told me to wrap my hands around him, squeezing as I stroked him. My eyes grew wide as I brought him to full erection, thrilled to see it even bigger than before.

"Would you like to try something very special?" he asked, and I eagerly nodded.

"Okay," he continued, "But this has to be our secret – it will be a sacred bond just between us."

I quickly agreed, eager to find out what it was.

"Now open your mouth and suck me," he said. This seemed really strange, but I gave it a try to find out. I leaned over and took him into my mouth. I got the head in, but not much more. I was surprised to find that it felt kind of good in my mouth – like it belonged there.

"Now run your tongue over it and feel the shape," he instructed and I eager complied, thrilled to with this incredible experience.

"You're doing great!" he said, "Now stroke me and keep moving your tongue around."

I did so and Mr. Davis groaned – I wasn't sure what was happening, but I just went along with it. My only warning was the feel of his cock enlarging even more before I felt him squirting into my mouth. At first I thought he was peeing, but knew he had already gone.

All I knew was that it tasted terrible! He pulled out of my mouth, dripping some white stuff from his cock. I quickly spit but couldn't get the taste out of my mouth.

Seeing my distress, Mr. Davis handed me a can of cola and told me to drink some. That worked to cover the horrible taste. I was really glad to be rid of the taste, but then I realized that I did something wrong.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes," I timidly said, "But I don't think I did that right," casting my eyes down.

"You did great!" he said, "I'm sorry you didn't like the taste."

"What was that?" I asked, "I know it wasn't pee."

"No, it isn't," he replied, "It's called semen, or cum – it's the result of a sexual climax.:

"A climax?" I asked.

"When you go through puberty you'll be able to have them," he explained, "And it's a wonderful feeling."

"Was it okay to spit?", I asked.

"Of course it's okay," he assured me, "Some really like the taste and swallow – maybe you'll grow to like it. You made me climax, and that was the best part."

I smiled, still amazed at this incredible experience "Wanna do it again?" I asked.

"I need some time to recover," Mr. Davis returned, "But there will be other times. Now most important is that this is just between us – nobody else can ever know – we have a special relationship."

We continued to fish for a while and then went home. I told Mr. Davis that I enjoyed sucking him and would keep our secret.

That night I thought more about what had happened, and began to feel ashamed that I spit out the cum. Somehow, I knew that swallowing was the right thing to do and felt I had let Mr. Davis down.

The next day I went to Mr. Davis' house and knocked on the door. He answered and invited me in, offering me a cola.

As I sipped the cola, he asked, "What's on your mind?"

"I've thought a lot about what we did yesterday," I began

"Are you feeling bad about it?" he asked with concern.

"Just a part of it," I explained, "I feel ashamed that I spit – I know it was wrong."

"You did great for your first time," he assured me, "It's a strong taste that might have been too much for you – you made me cum and it was great!"

"I know I should swallow, and I really want to," I said, "Will you give me a second chance?"

Mr. Davis responded by standing and unzipping, taking out his soft, but huge cock. Mr. Davis suggested that I knelt, and eagerly took him into my mouth. It was easier to get him in since he was soft. Now with a little experience, I knew what to do, and stroked his cock to full erection. That worked out well, and I enjoyed the feeling of him swelling in my mouth.

I continued to stroke while moving my tongue on the underside of the head, which was the most sensitive. Mr. Davis moaned in response, and I was glad to give him pleasure. In only a few minutes he came in my mouth, and this time I was determined not to spit.

It was strong tasting, but this time it wasn't so bad. He stayed in my mouth for about a minute before pulling out.

"Don't swallow just yet," he directed, "Just hold it in your mouth and get used to the taste."

I nodded and held his load in my mouth, feeling proud of my accomplishment. After a few minutes he asked, "Taste alright?"

I nodded and he told me to swallow, which I did. "I actually like the way it tastes now!" I declared, and Mr. Davis assured me that there would be a lot more for me.

"Mike, I'm really proud of you," he said, "You learned very quickly, and I think we have something really special."

"Is this something a lot of boys do?" I asked.

"I'm sure it is," he responded, "But it's hard to know for sure because it's always a secret – it's not likely that any would ever admit it – and neither will we."

"I don't think my mother would like it if she knew," I said.

"Moms just don't understand the kind of bond we have," he agreed, "So it's best not to freak them out."

"Do you suppose my father ever had a bond like this with a boy?" I asked.

"Maybe, but he would never admit it," Mr. Davis responded, "But it's best to not bring it up – best to just keep it between us."

I agreed and for the next six months I blew Mr. Davis nearly every day. On a couple of occasions, I blew him three times in one day, but he said he didn't have the stamina to do that often. I found myself wanting more but wasn't sure what to do about it. If I couldn't get more from Mr. Davis it would mean finding another man to blow – but how?

By now I heard my friend refer to cocksuckers as queer and perverted. I realized that while I had a special bond with Mr. Davis, I was doing something very taboo, but I loved it. For obvious reasons I kept it entirely to myself.

To find another man to blow would mean revealing my perversion but if I wasn't successful, my secret would be out. On Saturday morning I heard my father showering and had an idea. My sister was in the other bathroom, so I went to the bathroom where my father was showering and called out, "Can I come in and pee? The other bathroom is in use."

My father said it was okay so I entered and took out my small cock. I didn't really have to pee, so I'd have to fake it. I stood at the toilet and the sound of the water helped me go. As I did, I looked at my father through the glass shower door. The view was distorted but I could see that his cock was also huge.

He turned the water off and opened the door to get a towel. I quickly turned away so he wouldn't know I was watching. I flushed the toilet and "accidentally" glanced at him as I turned to leave. "Wow! That's big!" I said.

Dad was surprised, and responded, "You'll get big one day too."

I was not staring at his cock, and he didn't seem to object. "Could I touch it?" I asked, hoping to seduce him.

He paused, and I really hoped he would agree. Finally, he said, "I suppose, for a bit."

I reached out and squeezed his cock and gave some strokes and was glad to see him harden. He was moaning, which was promising, so when I thought he was fully hard I leaned over and kissed the head, hoping he wouldn't object. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed.

His wet hands moved to my head and pulled me toward him, and I opened my mouth to receive him.

I began to suck Dad, but soon he was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth while holding my head. I later learned that this was called face-fucking, but it was a surprise to me. I didn't have to stroke him – or even do anything but let him pump in and out of my mouth.

Soon I felt his cock enlarge and welcomed Dad's cum. He just held my head while he emptied into my mouth. He pulled out and seemed to change completely. "You better get out of here," he said. I left, still holding his load in my mouth. I wondered what I'd done wrong – Dad seemed to enjoy it, and I made him cum. I swallowed his load and was grateful to have it, but wondered what went wrong.

After breakfast Dad said, "Let's go for a walk – we need to talk."

I knew what it was about – I was afraid of this – now that Dad knows I'm a pervert I wasn't sure what to expect, so I let him start.

"I was surprised about what happened," he began, "It really shouldn't have."

"It just kind of happened – that's all," I lied, certainly not wanting to know I planned it, "Am I in trouble?"

"No, but why ever did you kiss my cock?" he asked.

"I don't know why – it just seemed like the thing to do," I said, "And the next thing I knew, you were pushing into my mouth."

"I'm really sorry about that," Dad said, "I don't know what came over me – it was wrong."

"At the time you seemed to enjoy it," I said, "I'm not sure what went wrong."

"I did enjoy it – you made me cum," he explained, "I know you don't understand that, but you will in a few years. I should never have done that – please don't tell Mom."

"I won't – it's just between us," I assured him, "But it seemed kind of nice – what's wrong with that?"

"I'm your father," he said, "And that's not supposed to happen – oh, I don't know how to explain this, but just keep this to yourself."

"You can depend on me, Dad," I said, "And if you ever want to do it again, I'm fine with that."

"I'll never do that to you again," he promised, but I hoped he wouldn't keep that promise.

Nothing more was said for over a week. I fondly remembered blowing him but feared that I'd never have another chance. Then on night Dad woke me. Everyone had gone asleep, but he whispered that he couldn't sleep and asked if I'd help him out. I wasn't sure what he meant until the dim light revealed his hard cock to me.

Nothing more needed to be said, and I eagerly took him into my mouth and sucked. This time he didn't face-fuck me, but let me do the work. It didn't take long before he filled my mouth with his hot cum. I was thrilled to blow Dad once again, and just held his load in my mouth after he pulled out. He thanked me and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning after breakfast I told Dad that I was glad he stopped to see me and asked him if he'd slept well. He said he did, and I told him I'd be glad to help him out like that any time.

"Did you actually like doing it?" he asked.

"Yes – I'm not sure why, but really liked it," I said, "And I really would like to do it more."

"Okay," said Dad, "But let’s just keep this to ourselves." I nodded in agreement.

I happily blew Dad regularly from then on, but eventually found myself wanting more. I need to come up with some way to find more guys to blow.

  To be continued . . .

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