I'm Barry, a thirteen-year-old horny boy. I jack-off every chance I get and think about cocks when I do. I don't know why I find cocks to be so great, maybe watching myself stoke and then cumming did that to me. I make a point of jacking off three times a day. Two are easy – in bed when I first wake up and at night before I go to sleep. I always wake up hard, and cumming is a great way to start the day.

At night I always seem to fall asleep right after I cum, and it's a great way to end the day. Other times are a bit more difficult because I need privacy. Sometimes I do it in the bathroom, but I have two sisters who always seem to need the bathroom while I'm jacking-off. One day they started teasing me for being in the bathroom, accusing me of playing with myself. They couldn't possibly know, but it rattled me to be accused of exactly what I was doing!

So I try to find other places to jack off. There were state game lands near where I lived that were intended for public recreation, but mainly for hunters, so there were few people there except during hunting season. It wasn't well developed, featuring mainly trails that were great for hiking.

I soon discovered that I could find lots of places to jack-off as well. As I walked the trail, I'd look for a place where there was a heavy growth of scrub trees – more like tall bushes. They were typically pretty dense, so I couldn't walk through them, but if I walked around them, I found that I was completely sheltered from view. I enjoyed jacking-off just a few feet from the trail. I found a few spots that worked out well and they became my favorites. Now I could jack-off whenever I could get out of the house, and not be bothered my teasing sisters.

One day as I approached one of my jack-off spots I head a familiar "thwoppita - thwoppita" sound – just like someone was jacking off! I approached very quietly and peered through the trees to see an older guy – maybe a high school guy, jacking off in my spot. Instead of being upset I became aroused. His cock was over twice as large as mine, and the for the first time I found myself aroused by another guy's cock!

At the time I didn't know anything much about gay people. I had heard that gays were attracted to the same sex but didn't know anything about what they did. I figured they must kiss like guys and girls did, and that seemed kind of gross to me.

I watched with interest as the guy stroked himself off, shooting his load farther than I ever had. He just stood there with his eyes closed, so I decided to get out before I was discovered. I quietly withdrew and walked farther down the path to my next jack-off spot. I was glad I had several, but had never found my spots to be in use before.

I took out my cock and began to stroke – this time thinking about the big cock I'd been watching. That really got me going and soon I came. By the time I got back home I found myself thinking about his cock again and wondering what it would be like to handle him. I'd never touched another guy's cock before, but thought it would be a lot like mine. Soon my favorite jack-off fantasy was about jacking him off. They more I did, the more I wanted it, until one day I decided that I'd try to meet him. I knew that interrupting a guy jacking-off could be a problem, so I planned to make it seem like an accident.

I made a point of going into the woods about the same time I had seen him before, but for weeks I missed him, but would jack-off thinking about his cock. Then one day I got lucky and heard the familiar sound as I approached. I quietly drew nearer until he was nearly in sight and then stepped less quietly as he came into view. He quickly panicked and turned away as I said, "Oh, sorry," then added, "Can I give you a hand with that?"

"Leave me alone," he said, "Don't you know this is private?"

Hoping to salvage the situation, I said, "I know you wanna cum – why not let me help?"

We both stood there is silence for a bit, and then he said, "Okay – we can give it a try." He turned toward me with his soft cock hanging out. My catching him must have got him out of the mood, but I hoped to change that soon. I stared at is cock eagerly – even soft it was much bigger than mine was hard.

"You know what to do, don't you?" he asked.

"I think so," I said timidly. Now that I had my chance, I wasn't entirely sure what to do.

"You think so?" he asked and began to put himself away.

"Wait!" I pleaded, "I've never done this before, but really want to – let me try."

After pausing a bit, he offered me his cock and I got on my knees before him. I took his cock in my hand and it felt strange but truly wonderful! I was thrilled to feel him grow in my hand as I stroked him to full erection. From my kneeling position I had a wonderful closeup view, and enjoyed seeing his cock from a vantage point I'd never known.

"You suck?" he asked, and I declined.

"I'm getting close," he said, "How about letting me cum in your mouth?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied, lost in the moment and not even thinking what a life-changing event that could be.

In a few minutes he said, "Open your mouth wide!" and I did, bringing his cock an inch from my open mouth as I stroked.

Then he grabbed my head and pushed his hard cock into my mouth, all the way to the back, gagging me. He quickly pulled back and apologized, but kept his cock in my mouth as he drained his hot load into my mouth.

It was an amazing experience, and I knew I'd never be able to settle for jack-off fantasies again! The taste of his load was strong, and unlike anything else. It wasn't exactly a good taste, but I was glad to have it.

As he pulled out, he said, "Just hold it in your mouth and get to know the taste." I did and really needed to cum, so I got out my cock and jacked off while he watched. This was the hottest experience I'd ever had and I felt my climax approaching. I swallowed just as I came and shot one of my biggest loads ever onto the ground.

"You must have really liked that," he said, "You shot a really big load."

I thanked him – it just seemed like the thing to do. I zipped up and stood up and introduced myself. His name was Ted and he was a high school senior. He asked if I wanted to do more of this and I quickly agreed and we made plans to meet each day at the same time – right in my favorite jack-off spot. Ted promised to teach me how to suck him off "hands free", using just my mouth. That really sounded great, and I was anxious to learn.

The next day I hurried to the jack-off spot and decided to take off my clothes. I hung my clothes on the branches and stood their naked and stoked myself to erection. Soon Ted arrived and smiled, saying, "I see you are ready to go."

I nodded and got on my knees as Ted unzipped and offered me his big cock. He told me to just take him into my mouth and move my tongue around him, but keep my teeth off him. I sucked Ted as I stroked, feeling that his cock felt really good in my mouth.

"You aren't gonna quit on my when you cum, are you?" he asked, "Some guys don't wanna finish the job, which is a terrible disgrace!"

I briefly pulled of and said, "I promise to finish." and resumed sucking. I didn't know why anyone would begin sucking and then stop – it was such an incredible experience.

Soon my climax was approaching, and I sucked more eagerly until I shot my load – then it happened. I was no longer aroused, which was no surprise, but I also didn't want to be sucking Ted – in fact I really wanted to just get away.

I paused and Ted looked down at me, saying, "Don't chicken out on me now – you promised."

I knew I had to finish, even if I didn't want to, so I resumed sucking. Soon I began to like it again and my enthusiasm returned, though my cock was still soft from it's recent climax. In a few minutes Ted gave me his load and I'd given my very first blowjob. At the time I didn't realize that I'd done anything gay at all – it just seemed like a wonderful thing to do.

After that sucking Ted became a daily event, and I grew to love kneeling there naked with his cock in my mouth. He told me I'd become a really good cocksucker and was thrilled that I still wanted to suck him even after I had cum. It wasn't like that in the beginning – once I'd cum I would suck him out of a sense of obligation, but I'd really grown to like it, and soon found that I preferred him to cum after I had. Most of the time I came first, though sometimes my eager sucking forced Ted to cum first – either way was fine with me.

Ted asked if I would be willing to suck any of his friends. By that time I had learned that being a cocksucker wasn't something that I wanted public – I loved doing it, but had to keep it secret. I told Ted I was worried about my secret getting out, but he assured me that his friends were trustworthy. He asked if I would jack-off and then suck them all off and I eagerly agreed. The very idea of jacking-off for guys I was going to suck felt really arousing to me. Ted agreed to bring them tomorrow.

The next day I arrived early and stripped down. I stroked myself to erection, often needing to stop before I made myself cum. Finally, Ted and five friends arrived. I recognized Mark, a guy just two houses away from mine. I recognized another guy as well from the neighborhood, but didn't know his name. The other guys were new to me, and I felt a little self-conscious being naked in front of five clothed guys.

They all introduced themselves and Ted said, "I told them how you didn't lose your nerve once you came and would still deliver a great blowjob – they want to see for themselves."

Ted took out his cock and offered it to me, directing, "Now just hold it in your mouth and don't try to make me cum until you've cum."

That was fine with me and I held Ted in my mouth as a stoked. Teds friends all watched with interest, some stroking their cocks. Knowing that I'd soon be sucking them all off, I soon came and then proceeded to give Ted a well-deserved blowjob. He came and I gratefully swallowed.

Now the next guy, Jim entered my mouth. He wasn't as long as Ted, but had a huge mushroom head. I loved the way it felt in my mouth and really enjoyed running my tongue over the contours of the head. I began to move my tongue faster while he began to call me a good faggot – I'd never been called that before but was about to get used to it. Soon he came, and pulled my head to him, forcing himself to the back of my throat, where he remained as he pumped his load down my throat. That felt really exciting, but I didn't get a chance to taste his cum, which was often the best part of the blowjob.

He pulled out and Jeff stepped forward. He was about Ted's size but had a hair-trigger. As soon as he was in my mouth he began to cum. It was all over in less than a minute, but at least I got to taste his load. Mark stepped up and slipped into my mouth. He took hold of my head and began to pump in and out before I could even do anything. I later learned this to be called a "face fuck", but it seemed like an oral rape, and began to arouse me. He often thrust deep, gagging me, but didn't stay there long. The gagging brought tears to my eyes and he commented on the tears streaming down my cheeks as he had his way with me. As he came, he pulled back a bit, so he shot is load in the front of my mouth, so I'd taste it all.

I blew the rest of the guys, and by the time I was finished I needed to cum again. I asked Jeff if I could hold him in my mouth while I jacked off again and he agreed. Now that he had already cum he might not have a hair-trigger and I might be able to give him a real blowjob. I felt him enlarge as I sucked – I stroked myself slowly, trying to pace myself. Soon Jeff was fully hard and I eagerly ran my tongue all around him, and soon he rewarded my efforts. That sent me over the edge and I shot my load again. Jeff pulled out and thanked me and I swallowed and stood up. As I looked at the other guys I saw that they had been taking pictures with their cell phones and I protested. They assured me that it was alright, but I wasn't so sure. Ted told me to give them all my cell number so they could contact me for more, which I did.


On the way home I noticed that my stomach was feeling a little uneasy and realized that I'd swallowed seven loads of cum – I knew that swallowing cum in small quantities was harmless, but could it be toxic in large amounts? I sure hoped not. I almost felt like I had to puke, but really wanted to keep all that precious cum down. I went home and watched TV the rest of the afternoon, and in a few hours I was feeling fine.

From that day on I was blowing more and more guys. They guys who took my pictures did enjoy bragging to their friends and showing them me in action, and eventually gave them my phone number. I began getting texts from total strangers wanting blowjobs. Some wer at inconvenient times, but we were able to agree upon better times, so I serviced all the calls I got. Fortunately, all the guys were in high school, so nobody at my school knew I was a cocksucker. I really had grown to love giving blowjobs to lots of guys, though I only occassionally did groups – they were difficult to schedule, but usually did three or more individual blowjobs a day.

I was concerned what would happen after graduation, thinking that many of my guys would go out of state to college. It turned out that only a few did. Manywent to the local community college, while some took factory jobs or apprenticed in construction. They all loved my work, so I was able to continue.

A couple of guys went into the military, so I wouldn't see them for awhile, but when they returned they brought their buddies for me to blow. There was something really special about blowing a guy in uniform!

As I reflected upon my journey from a guy who just fantasized about cocks to a faggot who sucks any cock offered, I was pretty pleased about how things turned out. I wasn't sure if I would ever marry, but I knew I'd be sucking cocks for the rest of my life!

  To be continued . . .

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