I'm Hal, a fourteen-year-old boy with an uncommon sex ritual – as far as I know it's unique. It all started when Stan, my best friend suggested that we jack-off together. I had only been jacking-off for a few months, and it had never occurred to me to do it with anyone else – it seemed like such a personal act.

I soon discovered that the highly personal act was so much better when shared. Soon we were jacking-off together nearly every day. Stan knew a lot more about sex than I did, probably from the internet. My parents put porn-blocker software on the computers at home, but Stan had access to a world of kinky porn. I grew to see him as almost a mentor to me on anything sexual.

When Stan suggested that we stroke each other I gladly did so, and quickly loved every moment. It seemed incredible, but when I came from Stan stroking me it was so much better than doing it myself. Soon I couldn't wait to get his hand on my cock.

After a time, Stan wanted to take things to the next level and suggested that I suck his cock. I wasn't totally ignorant and knew that wasn't something straight guys normally do.

"That's pretty gay, isn't it?" I asked.

"Maybe," replied Stan, "but jacking each other off isn't entirely straight – besides, it's just between the two of us."

I was unconvinced, and said, "So you want to turn me into a cocksucker?"

"It's not like that!" Stan insisted, "I'll suck you too."

"How do I know you won't chicken out when it's your turn?" I asked.

"I'll go first," he said, dropping to his knees.

I approached him and put my cock into his mouth. It felt amazing, and I was in heaven as he moved his tongue around and my little cock grew harder. I wanted it to last, but then he pulled off and said, "Your turn."

Not only was my cock hard, my judgement was seriously impaired, and soon I was on my knees, sucking Stan.

I was surprised to find that I liked the feel of his cock in my mouth, hardening as I sucked. Stan moaned and encouraged me, telling me I was a natural at this. After a few minutes I pulled off, but Stan wanted me to continue.

"You only sucked me a little while," I responded, "I want equal time!"

Stan told me to wait and he left, then returned with an egg timer. It was one of those hour-glass style timers with the salt crystals sifting from top to bottom in three minutes.

"This will even things out," Stan said, turning the timer over as he dropped to his knees.

Since my time was slipping away, I quickly put my cock in his mouth. It was much better this time, and I felt climax approaching just as Stan stopped.

"Give me another round," I said, "I'm almost there!"

"My turn," Stan insisted, to which I offered no protest, given that I was so aroused.

I turned over the timer and began to suck Stan. In my aroused state I found that I liked sucking him. I knew that if I sucked him off he would cum in my mouth – I wasn't sure what that would be like, but as I sucked, I began to desire it, and sucked him more eagerly. In my excitement I didn't notice that Stan's time was past and continued to suck him and soon he gave me his load. It was strong tasting, and I wasn't sure it was safe to have in my mouth, but it seemed so magical to receive it from him that I just let him continue to drain into my mouth.

"It's perfectly safe to swallow," said Stan. I trusted his guidance and swallowed, now ready for my turn.

I stood up and told Stan I wanted him to take me all the way, but he balked. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Something changed when I came," he said, "I don't know why but I just can't."

"Well what about me?" I demanded.

"Go ahead and jack-off," Stan said.

"How about jacking me off?" I asked.

"Sorry," Stan said, avoiding eye contact.

I really needed to cum, so I got on my knees (my favorite jack-off position) and began to stroke. As I did, I looked at Stan's cock, freshly-drained and no longer hard, but it still looked good to me. I remember how nice it felt in my mouth.

As my arousal built, I said, "Could you at least put your cock in my mouth?"

Apparently that was alright, and Stan approached and I took him into my mouth. There was a drop of cum on the head, and I found I was beginning to like the taste. My need became more urgent and I stroked harder and faster as I sucked, and soon shot my load onto Stan's hardwood floor. It was the most intense climax I'd had yet, but soon I had a horrible feeling of guilt for what I'd done! What would happen now that I was a faggot?!

"I gotta go," I said, hurriedly getting up, "Sorry about the mess." I rushed home somehow feeling that everyone would know what I'd done. It was like I had "faggot" written across my forehead. I entered my house and avoided everyone so they wouldn't see me in my shame. I watched TV for a while and the guilt soon passed – I found myself thinking about sucking Stan once again. I didn't understand the guilt I'd felt, but still felt the need to suck him again.

The next day I wasn't sure how things would go with Stan, but he was very apologetic. "I know I've kind of been taking the lead," he said, "But I think I took it too far – I'm sorry Hal."

"You mean you aren't gonna suck me any more?" I asked.

"Sorry, that's just too gay for me," Stan admitted.

"But what if I still sucked you?" I asked, then realized how it must sound, but I couldn't take it back.

"You want to suck me even if I don't suck you?" Stan responded, "That would be okay with me."

"It's just between us – right?" I asked, and Stan nodded affirmatively.

"Get the egg timer," I requested.

"We aren't taking turns," said Stan.

"I know," I said, "but I want to see if I can suck you off in three minutes."

Stan got the timer, returned and offered me his cock.

I was on my knees in a flash as Stan turned over the timer. I sucked him eagerly, hoping to get his load before the timer finished. I moved my tongue all around, focusing on the head, especially the underside, and soon Stan rewarded my efforts. As he drained into my mouth he handed me a box of tissues and said, "Use these instead of my floor."

I held his cum and cock in my mouth as I stroked and was so aroused I came in just a few minutes, and swallowed Stan's load. The guilt hit me again, but this time I resisted it and continued to hold Stan's cock in my mouth. I was determined to stay that way until the guilt passed.

In a few minutes it did, and I came to terms being a cocksucker. If it meant that I was a faggot, it was okay with me, though I had to keep it secret.

I pulled away from Stan and stood up. "You okay?" Stan asked.

"I'm fine," I assured him, "I just needed to get past the guilt after cumming, but it's okay now."

"I only felt a little that time – I really liked your work but don't think I can return the favor," he said.

"I'm fine with doing it just like we just did," I said, "We're best friends and I like it just like that." Stan assured me that it was our secret, never to be disclosed.

From that point on we would meet regularly for our egg-timer ritual! It worked out wonderfully, except every time I saw an egg timer I got aroused.

Special thanks to my online friend Danny Ross, for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)