I'm Dean, a thirteen-year-old boy struggling to cope in Junior High School. It was now summer break and had just finished seventh grade. Junior High is a lot different from elementary school. I felt a lot safer before, with a single teacher who looked after us all. In Junior High we have a bunch of teachers and seem to be more focused on the teaching than on the students. It's not that they don't care, but they seem to care about different things.

In this environment it was easy for bullies to get away with picking on kids, and I was one of the kids that got picked on a lot. Some of the bullies would take kid's lunch money while others would just push kids around, but one boy, Ben, stood out from the rest. He made kids blow him. I couldn't believe it when I first heard of it, but I talked with Jimmy and Lenny – both victims of Ben. It was difficult to get them to open up because giving a blowjob was something nobody ever wanted to do – and certainly never wanted others to know about!

I asked how Ben "made" them do it and they both said he just forced them to. I asked if physically forced them, but they said he didn't work that way, but just insisted that they blow him. That made no sense at all to me. I asked why they didn't just refuse, and they both claimed that they did at first, but finally Ben made them give in, and now they were sucking him regularly. They just claimed they couldn't resist, which sounded pretty wimpy to me.

It was amazing to me that anyone could be so weak-willed to be forced by words alone. I knew I was stronger than that. Surprisingly, I found myself thinking of it a lot, and wondered what giving a blowjob would be like. I knew that it was regarded as gay, and not something any of us wanted anything to do with. I knew in my heart that unless he used force, there was no way I was going to suck his cock.

Ben didn't live near me, and I avoided his neighborhood just to avoid him. One day however I was riding my bike around and exploring when I found myself near the park where Ben hung out. I don't know why, but I parked my bike and started walking into a wooded area. I wondered if I would see Ben, and had really mixed feelings about it. Mostly I wanted to avoid him, and was tempted to cut my exploration short, but there was a part of me who wanted to meet Ben – I was terribly curious as to how he could get otherwise normal boys to actually blow him!

The path formed a loop that returned to wear my bike was parked. When my bike was in sight I was relieved that I hadn't seen Ben, and then he suddenly called out to me. He was sitting on a picnic bench about 75 feet away. My heart raced. I could have got away by just jumping on my bike and riding as fast as I could, but for some reason I waited as he approached.

"I've seen you in school but don't know you," he began, "I'm Ben."

"I'm Dean," I said, looking down. With his reputation I was afraid to make eye contact.

"You live around here?" Ben asked.

"No, I was just doing some exploring," I said.

"That's good," he agreed, "It's good to try new things – want to try something different?"

"I'm not sure," I said, sensing that he was trying to lure me in some way.

"Come on," he said, "I promise you'll like it."

I was really conflicted. I knew I should just leave, but I just had to know what would happen next with Ben, so I followed him into the woods.

Ben turned to me and had his cock sticking out of his pants. "I want to share this with you," he said, moving it up and down. He was two years older and would be starting High School in the fall. His cock was a lot bigger than mine, and I'd never seen another guy's cock this close. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"I can see you’re interested," Ben said, "It's okay to touch it."

"I don't think I should," I said, sensing that I was about to fall into a trap, and know that touching another guy's cock was definitely not something I should do.

"Why not?" Ben asked, "I can see that you want it – now just do it!"

He was right – I did want it and had no idea why I did. My inner conflict grew as my desire to flee clashed with my desire to comply. If I didn't, I might never have another chance. My curiousity won out and I reached for Ben's cock. It felt really nice – but different from mine. I stroked myself every day, but his cock was different in a way I just can't describe. It felt soft, yet firm, and as I handled him, I felt him grow in my hand. Ben was getting really aroused and encouraged me, telling me to grip him firmly and stroke. I knew this routine well – I just had never done it for someone else. Soon Ben came, and I stepped aside to avoid being squirted. I made Ben shoot on the ground, and then released him as he began to soften.

"Nice work Dean," said Ben, "That was really cool – I hope you liked it." I told him I had to get going. We walked back to my bike and as I got on it Ben said he hoped to see me again.

As I rode home I reflected on what had happened. Ben wasn't like any other bully – he was a really nice guy – he never force me to do anything. I jacked him off because I wanted to. I realized that it wasn't something I wanted anyone else to know. I wondered how he got Jimmy and Lenny to actually blow him – that was pretty extreme!

I usually jacked-off in bed. It was both private and fun, and it helped me sleep. I usually jacked-off thinking of girls, but this time I thought about jacking off Ben. Strangely I found that more arousing than girls and as I recalled watching Ben shoot, I wondered what cum tasted like, and decided to try my own. When I came, I shot my load into my hand, intending to lick it up. The idea of tasting my cum really gave me a strong climax, and I shot a bigger load than usual into my palm. Then a change came over me. Some call it a "change of heart", but suddenly I had no interest at all in tasting my cum, and in fact felt embarrassed about stroking Ben at all.

Every day I thought about stroking Ben, and every night I jacked-off into my hand, eager to taste my cum, but always thwarted afterward by my "change of heart". Eventually my jack-off fantasies turned to Ben shooting right into my mouth, and I wanted even more to know the taste.

It had been over a week since I'd seen Ben, and knew I wanted to see him again. I rode my bike into his neighborhood about the same time I'd been there before but didn't see him. I wanted so much to hold that big cock of his and make him cum once again. I parked my bike where I had before and followed the path into the woods, hoping to find Ben there. I was aroused, but knew I had to keep my perverted thoughts secret – they seemed to be with me all the time. I was disappointed to not find Ben, and thought I'd just ride around the area and hope to see him.

Then he called out to me, "I've been waiting for you!"

"Good to see you," I returned.

"I saw your bike and waited for you to return," Ben added.

"I was hoping to do more of what we did last time," I said.

"I'm glad you are interested," Ben said, "But I need you to be more specific."

"You, know," I said, "What we did in the woods."

"Yes, I know," agreed Ben, "But I need you to ask for it by name."

How could I possibly put words to the perversion I now desired? "Come on," I said, "Let's not play games."

"No games," Ben said, "It's just part of your maturing, and embracing your desires – just ask for what you want, and I'll give it to you."

I gathered my courage and asked, "Can I hold your cock?"

"Good start," Ben said, "But you want more than that – ask me for exactly what you want."

"Can I jack you off?" I asked next.

"Great!" said Ben, "Now all you need is to add please."

"Please let me jack you off," I asked – it seemed like I was begging for it.

"Now you got it!" said Ben, and we walked into the woods together.

Soon his cock was out and I stroked him. It was wonderful to handle his big tool and my watched intently as I stroked. I remembered my jack-off fantasies where he came into my mouth and realized that it would be an easy way to get a taste of cum. As soon as Ben said he was getting close I got on my knees and brought my face inches from his cock, awaiting my reward. Ben watched and smiled as I positioned myself, and said, "Here is comes!"

I opened my mouth and Ben put his hands on my head and drove his cock in. This was completely unexpected, but I quickly adjusted and welcomed the feeling of his hot cum pumping into my mouth. It was strong tasting and very different from anything else. Now that I had my taste of cum I wasn't sure what to do – was it toxic? I didn't want to get sick.

"Go ahead and swallow," said Ben, "The more you do the more you'll like it."

I had come to trust Ben, so I swallowed, but still had a strong aftertaste in my mouth. He told me that I was courageous to face my desires and go for it. I left and thought about how Ben was so different than I thought he would be. Every other bully was a tough guy, but Ben seemed really nice, and I truly appreciated what he was doing for me. The only problem was that it left me really horny, so I had to jack-off as soon as I got home.

Once in private at home I began to stroke, thinking about Ben shooting into my mouth, and I came in about a minute. My "change of heart" hit me and for a few moments I felt guilty about what I'd done, but that passed. I didn't really understand why that happened, but it sure was inconvenient.

The last time I was with Ben we exchanged cell phone numbers, making it easier to get in touch. After only a few days I really wanted to see him again and texted him. We agreed to meet later that day, and he said he would teach me how to do it "hands free." That would be my first blowjob, and I wondered if this was how it worked for Jimmy and Lenny. Somehow Ben had made me want to blow him, without even being pushy about it – in fact I nearly had to beg to do it! I just didn't know how that happened.

When I saw Ben, I was eager to go into the woods with him. Ben began, "Before we do this it's important that you tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to suck your cock," I said, now used to this quirk of Ben's.

"How about with please?" responded Ben.

"May I PLEASE suck your cock?" I asked.

"Yes Dean, you may," he replied, smiling broadly.

Ben took out his cock and I got on my knees. He instructed me not to let my teeth touch his cock, and to move my tongue around a lot. Other than that, I was free to just enjoy his cock. It was an incredible feeling to have him in my mouth. Sucking seemed to be such a natural thing to do I wondered why it wasn't a lot more popular. I sucked Ben eagerly, and soon I felt him squirting into my mouth. It was strong, like the last time, but I liked the taste better this time, and I hoped to be swallowing Ben's cum often.

Ben told me I did a great job and wanted to make a deal with me: He would let me suck him any time I wanted if I agreed to suck him any time he wanted. As part of the arrangement, we each had to ask the other person politely. I quickly agreed and asked if we could do it every day. Ben said he'd like to, but he had other guys he was letting suck him – probably Jimmy and Lenny.

I received a text from Ben inviting me to his place on Saturday, where he said he wanted me to jack-off while sucking him so I could better enjoy the experience as well. I told him I would be there, but I need to be sure to cum after him, because cumming changes things for me. He responded that we would deal with that on Saturday.

When I arrived at Bens house on Saturday he told me that his parents were gone for the morning, and that I should take off my clothes – it was better for both of us being naked. I undressed as Ben did the same. Soon I was on my knees and eagerly awaiting Ben's cock.

Ben asked me about why I didn't want to cum until afterward, and I explained about my "change of heart" when I climaxed, and that I was afraid that I would not be able to finish sucking him after I came.

"How bad to you want my cock?" asked Ben.

"A lot," I replied.

"Then are you willing to do what I tell you in order to suck me?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, "I'll do anything you want." It seemed like he was making me beg for it – that may have been humiliating, but I'd do it if I had to.

"Okay," said Ben, "Now this is very important – I want you to hold my cock in your mouth, but don't try to make me cum – just enjoy it as you stroke yourself off. When you cum, shoot into your other hand. Don't worry, I'll make sure you finish sucking me."

Sucking Ben was always wonderfully arousing, and many of my bedtime jack-off sessions imagined his cock in my mouth while I stroked. Now that I was doing it, it was even better. It was difficult to not suck Ben aggressively, but I tried to just hold him in my mouth as directed. Soon I shot my load into my other hand, and then the guilt hit me.

Ben pulled out and asked, "How do you feel?"

I looked down and said, "Kind of ashamed."

"Ashamed that you got turned on sucking a cock?" he asked. I nodded, feeling humiliated.

"Now lick up your cum," directed Ben.

"Please, don't make me do that," I pleaded, "Not just now."

"You know that I'm not forcing you to do anything," he said, "It's all your choice. If you don't want to suck me anymore, that's your choice."

Even though I wasn't in the mood, I knew I needed his cock, so I replied, "Please Ben, let me continue to suck you."

There, I had just begged him, and I wasn't even in the mood to suck him – what was going on with me?

"Then lick up your cum," Ben said, "Or not – it's your choice."

I didn't want to, but I knew I had to do what Ben told me – I didn't understand why, but in my mind, there was simply no choice, so I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my cum from it. It tasted especially bad now, but I took it all and then swallowed.

Ben smiled and me and said "I know this may be difficult for you, but you're making progress – now finish sucking me off."

I took Ben into my mouth and even though I wasn't in the mood to suck him, it did feel nice, and I realized that I was truly a cocksucker – I didn't do it just because I was aroused, I truly liked doing it. Now that I'd cum and was no longer aroused I had a certain clarity of mind that I didn't have other times. When I was aroused, it was like my mind was in some kind of fog, but now things were clear, and I could better enjoy what I was doing.

I realized that I was a cocksucker – something no straight guy would do, and I liked being one! I certainly didn't want the world to know – but I felt really good about myself as I gained proficiency in this labor of love.

Finally Ben came – and it tasted a little different now – perhaps a bit stronger – but I loved it just the same and was grateful to Ben for giving it to me. I swallowed it as Ben pulled out.

Ben instructed me that we would repeat this until I was cured of my "change of heart". I welcomed that because it was a real nuisance. Ben directed me to eat my cum every time I climaxed. I said I would try, and he said he wanted me to report back to him and if I wanted to continue to suck him, I better not miss.

That night I was unsure about even jacking-off, for fear that I wouldn't be able to comply. My arousal got the best of me, and when I came, I just imagined Ben watching me, and I forced myself to eat my cum. At the same time, I repeated in my mind, "I love sucking cock – I love sucking cock."

"What a faggot I've become," I thought as I tasted my cum once again, but knew it was what I wanted if it meant I could suck Ben. Over the next couple days it became easier and easier to eat my cum. Somehow I'd beaten the "change of heart". I wasn't sure if Ben's making me cum and then confront my perverted desires was great wisdom, or just a lucky guess, but it sure worked wonders. I could now accept what I was doing without guilt – of course I still needed to keep it a secret but I began to take a real sense of pride in being a cocksucker.

The next time I went to Ben's house he had his friend Mike with him. He introduced me and told me that Mike could be trusted to keep my secret. I'd seen Mike before, and felt nervous about another guy I knew learning that I was a cocksucker.

Ben told me to he really wanted Mike to experience my skills, and he hoped I would want to do it – all I had to do was to ask him nicely. It seemed that every time Ben made me go further than before, and I was always uncomfortable about it, but it worked out. I knew I was taking a risk but I trusted him.

"May I please suck your cock Mike?" I asked, never having been so forward before. Both Mike and Ben smiled as they unzipped and took out their large cocks. As they did, they brought out their balls as well, so I could see their entire package hanging out there for me.

"First jack-off for us," Ben said. He didn't tell me to eat my cum because that was understood.

Without being asked, I undressed, dropped to my knees and began to stroke. Ben and Mike drew closer and soon both of their packages were inches from my face. I knew that soon they would both be cumming in my mouth, and that fed my arousal and soon I shot my load into my hand. Without hesitating, I licked it up and swallowed.

"I see you love cum," said Mike, "You are welcomed to mine." Now that my mind was clear I was no longer driven by arousal, but I knew that cocksucking was now a central part of my life. I opened my mouth to receive Mike. It was especially nice to suck a new cock – his was similar to Ben's, but a little different. I would soon learn that every guy's cock was a little different, just as their faces were, but I had not yet learned to recognize them by how their cocks felt in my mouth. I wasn't sure what technique would work for Mike, so I used all that Ben had taught me, and soon Mike rewarded my efforts.

As he pulled out, I swallowed and thanked Mike for sharing himself with me. Next Ben stood in front of me, but a about a foot from me. I looked up at him and realized that he expected me to ask for it. "Please Ben, may I suck you?" I asked, and Ben granted my request. As I sucked him, I mentally compared the feel of his cock to Mike's and realized that I liked more than one cock. After Ben came, I thanked him as well.

As I got dressed Mike told me that I was welcomed to suck him other times, but Ben told me that I needed to ask nicely. I knew that when I blew them I was making them cum in a truly wonderful manner – much better than jacking off. They should be thanking me, yet, as the cocksucker I was expected to thank them. I realized that they were giving me what I needed and was glad to be a polite cocksucker.

When I got home, I texted Ben and thanked him for introducing me to Mike, and told me I would be pleased to meet other friends as well.

In a few days I received an invitation to attend a porn party at Ben's. His parents were going to be out for the evening and he was having some friends over. I was expected to be naked, so I looked forward to more cocksucking.

When I arrived, Ben greeted me and told me to undress and put my clothes in a bag. He took the bag and put it in a closet and told me to go downstairs to the recreation room, where the action would be happening.

I entered the room to see more than a dozen older guys, dressed and watching porn on TV. I also saw Jimmy and Lenny, also naked. They looked surprised to see me and said they didn't know I sucked. We all felt a little self-conscious, being naked around all these clothed guys.

Mike entered the room and said that everyone had arrived, and asked Jimmy, Lenny and I to introduce themselves, and make any requests we wanted. Mike said as the newest cocksucker I should go first, and I nervously said, "I'm Dean, Mike's cocksucker. May I please suck your cocks?"

The guys all applauded, making me proud that I'd offered to suck them all. Mike said that the guys would get to sample the work of all three cocksuckers. Jimmy and Lenny introduced themselves in a similar manner and Ben told us to jack-off for his friends. He asked all his friends to take out their cocks to inspire our stroking.

"To add a little extra to this," said Mike, "My cocksuckers will stroke until the first one cums – then he will suck the other two." We began stroking – each of us wanting to finish first. I found that stroking in anticipation of a blowjob was incredibly hot, and I came before Jimmy or Lenny. Mike was watching carefully and called a halt to our stroking as soon as he saw me cum. I proudly licked up my cum as everyone watched, and sucked off Lenny, then Jimmy. That was an entirely new experience. They were my age, so their cocks were small, like mine.

Even so, they were both hard as a rock and squirted their cum into my mouth in less than a minute. The audience applauded and I felt proud of myself.

"Now for the main event," said Mike, "A round-robin suck line."

He directed Jimmy, Lenny and myself to kneel with our backs to each other, roughly in a triangle facing outward. Ben's freinds formed a line and the first three guys stood in front of each of us. When Ben told us to begin we would suck our guys as eagerly as we could. After two minutes Ben would call time and the guys we were sucking would rotate to another sucker, giving them a chance to experience all our skills. This would continue until a guy came. Then he would step out and the other two would rotate suckers, with another guy would join from the line.

It promised to be a really great time for all of us, and soon we were sucking, giving our best performances. Two minutes isn't very long when you're sucking, and soon the guys shifted. The good part was we each had another two minutes with a guy who was already hard. Just before the next two minutes were up I got my first load.

"One point for Dean," Ben said, "Now everybody advance."

I quickly swallowed and began sucking again. This was an incredibly wonderful way to suck, and we did our best, with Mike keeping score. We continued and soon there was only one guy left, who took a long time to cum. He made the rounds, getting sucked by each of us twice before cumming in my mouth.

Mike announced the scores, "Lenny got three loads, and Jimmy got four. Dean is the master cocksucker tonight with seven loads, plus the two from Lenny and Jimmy. Congratulations, Dean!"

The guys all applauded, and I thanked them for making us all happy cocksuckers. Ben said that since I won, my cell number would be given to all the guys, who were free to call me whenever they needed my services.

The next day I received an email from Ben with a link to a website. I clicked on the link and saw the title "Master Cocksucker Competition", with face pictures of Jimmy, Lenny and myself with cocks in our mouths. It sure wasn't something I wanted my mom to see!

Further down the page was a video frame titled "Warmup". I clicked it an watched a video of us stroking, then of me sucking Jimmy and Lenny. Further down the page was a video frame titled "Competition". I clicked it and watched the round robin suck line and saw myself show what a cum-slut I'd become. I couldn't help but stroke and came in only a few minutes. I continued to watch, feeling really proud to be a master cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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