I'm Stan, a fourteen-year-old gay guy. I just came out to my family and they’re trying to adjust. They are pretty open-minded, but their own son being gay was a little too close to home. After about a week Dad had a talk with me. He assured me that I was still loved – they were all just so surprised.

"Does anyone outside the family know?" he asked.

"Nobody," I replied.

"So, you haven't been intimate with anyone yet?" he asked.

"That's what 'nobody' means," I said.

At first, I didn't understand where Dad was going with the questions – then it hit me – they wanted to be sure nobody else knew about their disgraceful son! Thinking back, I recalled hearing Mom whisper to Dad, "What will the neighbors think – or my friends at church?"

I felt like I wanted to go out and tell the world I was a cocksucker – that would give the neighbors and church friends a lot to think about!

I resisted the impulse, recalling how gay guys often get treated. Society may have come a long way, but there still are a lot of bigots out there, and I didn't need the hassle. Now that I was out to my family, I wondered how I could use that to my advantage.

One day I interrupted Steve, my sixteen-year-old brother, while he was jacking-off. Even though nearly every guy does it, many are really embarrassed about it when they are caught. "You've been waiting to catch me, you faggot!" he accused.

"Catching you is just an accident," I insisted, "But while I'm here, can I help you with that?"

"I'm perfectly able to handle this on my own without the help of a faggot!" he said. I left but couldn't help thinking about Steve's cock. Soon that led me to jacking-off, and I wished I could find a way to see Steve's cock more often. I considered putting a hidden camera in Steve's room.

The next morning Steve said, "Stan, I hope you weren't offending by what I said yesterday – you caught me at a bad time – I didn't mean to call you a faggot."

Why would I be offended by that? Well, I knew darned well that he meant it, but what he said after that changed everything.

"I heard that guys like you give the absolute best blowjobs," he continued, "But wouldn't it be gay of me to get a blowjob from a guy?"

There was a clear opportunity here, and I knew I had to handle this carefully, so I replied, "Steve, you need to cum, and a lot of straight guys get their relief from guys like me without ever threatening their straightness."

"But would I have to do anything for you?" Steve asked. He was no longer talking about a blowjob in general terms – he was asking about me doing it. I was getting closer – I knew if I could do it once, he'd want more.

"Nothing at all," I replied, "Except maybe thank me for a job well done – and don't tell anybody."

"That sounds like a really great deal – but what do you get out of it?" he asked.

"Just the enjoyment of doing something I like," I replied. I didn't want to freak him out by telling him how arousing it would be for me.

"Maybe we can give it a try," replied Steve, and I agreed.

That was a beginning, and sucking Steve was on my mind all day – I wondered how many more times he would jack-off before turning his cock over to me. Part way through the school day I went to the boy's room and jacked-off thinking about sucking Steve.

I was able to focus on my schoolwork after that. I normally took the school bus home, while Steve drove. He could have given me a ride, but giving his younger brother a ride wasn't cool, and I never pressed the issue. Today he was waiting for me and said me he would drive me home. I figured he had something more in mind than doing me a favor, so I seized the opportunity.

I got into the car and Steve told me it would be better not to buckle up, so it would be easier for me to move about. As he drove, he unzipped and took out his cock and said, "Show me what you can do."

I reached over and took Steve in my hand and fondled him to erection, then I leaned over and took him into my mouth.

"Damn that's good!" Steve said, placing a hand on my head. My head was in his lap, next to the steering wheel. I hoped he didn't get in an accident with me that way!

This wasn't the way I expected my first blowjob to go, but I loved the feeling of Steve in my mouth. It may be difficult for a straight guy to understand, but there was just something very special and good feeling about his cock in my mouth – like it somehow belonged there. I had to admit the fit was pretty good most of the time.

Steve would occasionally push my head down, driving his cock to the back of my mouth, gagging me. I didn't like that part, but if that was part of cocksucking, I was fine with it. My skills improved as I sucked – this was truly "on the job" training! After sucking Steve nearly fifteen minutes he began to cum, shooting his strong load into my mouth. At the same time the car lurched and went off the road, but Steve held my head down as he drained into my mouth.

"You're a fuckin' great cocksucker!" Steve said, "You're hired!"

Then he realized our situation and he said, "Oh shit! We got a problem."

As Steve climaxed, he’d lost control of the car and ran off the road, partly into a corn field. We got out of the car and walked around it. No damage except we might be stuck in the dirt – it was lucky he ran into a cornfield and not a tree! Steve tried to back the car out, but the wheels just spun. He rocked it back and forth while I pushed, and finally got the car back on the road.

As we drove home, Steve said, "I never expected it to be so good – maybe we better not do that while driving." I realized that it could have turned out very differently, but right now I couldn't wait to get home and jack-off!

Once at home I relieved my arousal, really pleased at giving my first blowjob. I wasn't sure how often I'd be doing it but I was now truly a cocksucker. It felt a little insulting when Steve called me that, but the more I thought about it the more I liked it. I was a cocksucker, and proud of it!

A little while later Steve came to me and said, "We got a little time before Mom and Dad get home if you'd like to do another."

I eagerly agreed and following Steve into his room, where he took out his cock and offered it to me. I dropped to my knees and eagerly sucked him again. This was a more natural and comfortable position than sucking in the car, and I think I did a better job as a result. Steve kept calling me a good cocksucker, which urged me on, and soon he came in my mouth once again. This time there was no car going off the road to distract us, and I could enjoy the wonderful strong taste of his load. I knew I wanted as much as I could get!

Steve thanked me and promised to give me a ride home every day if I'd blow him when we got home, and I quickly agreed. If only I had more brothers – but Steve was the only one. I had an older sister, Shawna, but she had nothing to offer me – or so I thought.

Shawna normally had activities after school, or would spend time with her boyfriend Jason, so Steve and I had the house to ourselves until Mom and Dad got home. Our normal routine would be for me to suck Steve as soon as we got home. He would set his books down, drop his pants and I'd suck him wherever he was. We made a game of sucking in every room of the house, as well as a few private places in the back yard. Steve said that one day he would have me blow him in the middle of the front yard at nighttime, but we hadn't arranged it yet.

One day Steve dropped his pants to his ankles and sat in a chair in the living room. Without question, I dropped to my knees and went to work. By now I was pretty good at this and usually made Steve cum in less than five minutes, but this time we were interrupted by Shawna entering the front door and seeing it all!

There was no use trying to explain – she saw exactly what we were doing. She was surprisingly cool about it, and just said, "Carry on – you both now owe me – big time!"

Steve's cock had softened, so I did my best to restore his arousal. It took at least ten minutes this time, but finally he gave me his load.

I went to see Shawna, and said, "We didn't expect you home so soon."

"Obviously not," she agreed, "You two were having a great time – how often do you do it?"

"Nearly every day for the last few months now," I confessed.

"Then you must be pretty good at it," she said, "You really like doing it?"

I told her that I loved it, and she said, "Guys all love blowjobs, and Jason has been pestering me to suck him, but I won't. Would you like to?"

"I'd be glad to," I said, "But need to keep it a secret."

"I'll make sure he never tells," Shawna assured me, "I know how to keep a guy under control."

I was thrilled that my "debt" to Shawna was a wonderful gift to me. Steve didn't get away so easily. He ended up having to chauffer Shawna around for the next few weekends as she went shopping.

Shawna arranged to bring Jason to our house after school but agreed to delay on hour so I could service Steve. She told me to always remember that Jason was her boyfriend and the only reason I would be blowing him was for Shawna's benefit. It would be usually during her period – that would keep Jason from straying and messing around with other girls, but his cock belonged to her the rest of the month.

I promised to comply with her instructions. Once I began blowing Jason it was a little different however. It turned out that he liked my blowjobs better than Shawna's pussy, and asked me to blow him a lot more often than I was supposed to. Neither of us wanted Shawna to know, so I would sometimes meet him privately, and then Jason got had a great idea. He would make love to Shawna in her bedroom and fake an orgasm. She would never know. Then he could meet me afterward and I'd finish him off.

The first time we met like that I was surprised to find that his cock smelled different – it was the smell of Shawna's pussy. I wasn't at all interested in her pussy but was thrilled to be sucking a cock that preferred my mouth to her pussy. I came to really like smelling Shawna on Jason's cock, and always sucked him eagerly.

After awhile Jason and Shawna broke up, but I continued to blow him. He kept my secret, knowing that he had a good thing going. I didn't get to smell pussy on his cock until he got another girlfriend, when he went back to faking orgasms so he could cum in my mouth. In addition to enjoying Jason's cock, I realized that I was helping to prevent his girlfriend from getting pregnant.

After Shawna got a new boyfriend, I blew him as well. Teenage relationships often don't last long, and as Shawna changed boyfriends I got more cock to suck. They were more loyal to me than they were to Shawna, because I gave them what they really wanted.

From time to time I imagine how freaked out Mom would be if she knew what was going on – what would the neighbors think?!

  To be continued . . .

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