I'm Joe, an experienced cocksucker. I was in fifth grade when I first sucked. Dennis, a neighbor kid was in Junior High and promised to give me a sample of what Junior High was all about. I went to his house and he was home alone. He took me to the basement recreation room and unzipped, taking out his cock. I had never seen another guy's cock this close, and his was really huge. He said I could suck it if I didn't tell anyone. Now that I know better, I realize how stupid it sounds, but I was too dumb to know better, and soon I was on my knees.

I sucked him and he told me how to move my tongue around. Then he told me to get ready for my reward, and suddenly my mouth filled with his load. It was strong tasting and I nearly puked, but he convinced me to swallow. He told me that it was an honor that kids my age rarely got. He told me I needed to suck him a few more times and it would begin to taste better. At the time I didn't know a blowjob was a sexual thing. When his load began to taste better, I felt I could trust Dennis. He made me feel proud the job I was doing, and I began to really like it.

Dennis told me I was very talented and might be able to do it with other guys. He was setting me up, but I thought he was doing me a favor. The next week I sucked two of his friends, and each week he added more. Within a month I was regularly sucking Dennis and eight of his friends.

In retrospect I was amazingly stupid. I didn't know anything about homosexuality until I took sex education in seventh grade. It wasn't part of the curriculum, but a guest speaker warned us about messing with other guys. I'd been sucking Dennis and his friends for two years by then. I asked others about what guys did together and was mad as hell to discover that it included cocksucking. When I confronted Dennis, he admitted that he had tricked me, but it was for my own good, and he knew that I loved it.

I acknowledged that I liked sucking but had no idea of what I was doing and that it made me a homo. Dennis recommended that I keep it a secret so nobody else would discover I was a homo. He told me I would no longer be sucking him or his friends. I think he was trying to distance himself from me, but in doing so he made me desperate for cock.

Two weeks went by without sucking and I got really anxious – I couldn't stop thinking about cock and needed one badly. In a moment of weakness, I asked one of my classmates if I could suck him. We were in the boy’s room together taking a leak. He agreed and soon I was on my knees sucking his cock. It was such a relief to have a cock in my mouth once again. Two guys were watching as I sucked, and I sucked both of them afterward.

That night I was relieved to have once again swallowed cum, but the next day I was surprised to find that kids were now calling me Homo Joe. I felt humiliated, but at first it seemed to work out well. Guys I didn't know approached me for blowjobs and soon I was sucking more guys than ever before. That part was great, but many others just picked on me. I found that my friends deserted me, except for a few times they wanted blowjobs. By the time I got to high school I had no friends at all. The only people who weren't picking on me were curious about getting blowjobs. I sucked all of them – I was being blamed for it, so I might as well enjoy it.

By the time I graduated from high school everyone had heard of Homo Joe, and I couldn't get a job anywhere. I moved out of town and started over. This time I found guys to blow discretely. It took a while, but now I'm sucking all the cocks I want.

One day I received a notice of a 25-year High School Reunion. There was a website address to RSVP. There was no reason for me to ever go back – or was there? All the guys I used to blow are probably married but probably not getting much sex – maybe I could go back and blow them all again – maybe I could even let their wives know.

I went to the website, which had a directory for my class year and others. I looked up Dennis and found a phone number.

I called him, and when he answered I said, "Hi Dennis, this is Joe."

"Joe?" Dennis replied.

"Homo Joe," I said confidently – no reason to beat around the bush.

"Listen Joe," he said, "I'm awfully sorry for what I did to you – it was a rotten trick – will you forgive me?"

"I will if you let me blow you again," I said.

"Sorry Joe," he responded, "I don't do that anymore – have to go – my wife is calling."

It now hit me hard – I can never go back!

  To be continued . . .

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