I'm Billy, and I'm a life-long cocksucker, thanks to a youthful mistake. My mistake was trusting someone I shouldn't have. I'd been interested in cocks for as long as I can remember. My mother told me not to play with myself, which just encouraged me, so I played with myself every chance I could get. I must have been five and much too young to cum, but I loved how it felt. I lived in a suburban community in the 1960's. I adjouned a regional park with thousands of wooded acres. We often played in the woods, and sooner or late someone would have to pee, and I'd take the opportuntity to do the same. I ususally would ask to see their cocks and soon I'd be squeezing them, showing them how good it felt.

Usually they would squeeze my cock as well, which I really loved. It was a mystery why it felt so much better when someone else played with me. I still enjoyed doing it myself, but always welcomed help! The idea of sucking a cock came to me very early -- long before I knew it was a sex act. I remember hearing the word "cocksucker" and wondering why anyone would do such a thing. Then it kept popping back into my mind, and I found myself wanting to try it. Since there was nothing sexual about the desire, it was probably just because I knew it had to be something really taboo, which always interested me.

Scott was my best friend, though he couldn't keep a secret. If I wanted something to spread through the entire neighborhood I had only to tell Scott, and make him promise to keep it a secret. Since I was with him a lot, I got to see his cock quite a bit, and often thought about sucking it, but didn't dare. I thought that one day I would suck someone's cock, but not his. Scott's cock would be the last in the world I'd suck. I knew that if I did that everyone would know before long.

When we were thirteen we'd been far enough through puberty that we could cum, and we jacked-off every chance we got! Scott and I had a favorite place in the woods where we jacked off. Sometimes we stroked each other off, which was wonderful, but every time I came I felt this horrible rush of guilt. I knew I couldn't trust Scott to keep a secret and feared he would tell others. We had just finished Sex Education in school, where we didn't learn much useful, but our teacher, who was our gym coach, warned us against messing around with other boys -- that was homosexual (or as most called it, "queer".)

There was no doubt in my mind that what Scott and I were doing was definitely queer, but that made it even more exciting -- but I sure didn't want anyone else to know.

One day Scott's parents got a hot tub installed outside. I was like a huge bathtub, but it was just for soaking. I couldn't see the point of it, but Scott said it was really neat. He told me that his parents said they had to wear swimwear in the tub, but when his parents were gone Scott liked to be naked in the tub. Being naked had it's attraction for me, but I didn't need a hot tub for that.

One day while Scott's parents were gone he invited me over to try the hot tub. We undressed in the house and had to walk about twenty feet from the house to the hot tub. There was no fence, so we were completely exposed, which really excited me, but there was nobody nearby to see. We were both erect when we got into the hot tub. What really surprised me was that I stayed hard even in the water. Every time I was in a swimming pool my cock would shrink, but not now -- it must have been the water temperature.

Scott sat next to me and played with my hard cock -- it was wonderful, and soon I played with his as well.

"We have to be careful not to cum in here," Scott said, "Mom would freak out if she saw cum floating in here."

That sounded really sensible, so I was careful not to let things get that far.

Then Scott sat on the side of the tub, next to me, with his legs dangling in the water. He spread his legs and I could see his hard cock and balls. His cock was bigger than mine -- almost four inches long, which was the biggest I'd ever seen at my age. I knew that we would both grow a lot as we moved though puberty.

With Scott sitting there his cock was closer to me than it had ever been before, and I couldn't help but want it. The truth is that I would often jack-off thinking about sucking Scott. At that time the only porn available to us were some girlie magazines and dirty novels. We couldn't buy them, but there were always some circulating amoung my friends.

I love reading about blowjobs -- usually girls giving them, but I remember vividly the one story about a boy sucking an older man. I remember reading how surprised he was at the strong taste of cum, and how the man made him swallow it. I knew I wanted to experience that taste, and of course I would swallow. I read the story over and over and tried to memorize exactly how a blowjob was done. Now Scott's cock was almost in my face -- there to be sucked, but I was frozen with doubt. There was no doubt if I wanted to do it -- I did! I just didn't think I could trust Scott to keep quiet about it. He had a bad reputation, but as far as I knew he'd never told anyone about our jacking-off together -- maybe he could be trusted -- a little.

Scott moved his foot so it was brushing agaist my cock and it felt great! I was in no danger of cumming, but was definitely aroused, and that probably affected my judgement as I longed for Scott's cock!

I wanted to but was afraid to. I must have been thinking with my little head, and thought "Just this once -- why not?" Soon I leaned to Scott and took his cock into my mouth.

I knew this was forbidden and dangerous -- but so exciting! His cock felt great in my mouth and I tried to recall some of what I'd read about blowjobs. I moved my tongue around and in less than a minute Scott came. The taste was even stronger than I thought it would be, but I was so glad to finally have cum in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, and savored the strong aftertaste.

"Wow, that was great!" said Scott, "We gotta do more of that!"

"Only if you don't blab it around!" I said, and Scott agreed -- I hoped I could trust him.

It had taken all my life to get to this point, but after sucking Scott, but after that I blew him nearly ever day -- sometimes more than once. I got pretty good at it, and found that cum tasted better every time!

For awhile it looked like Scott had kept my secret. I worried that he wouldn't be was really glad that it was just between us. There were lots of other kids on my street and I worried that they would all find out, and even worse -- that it would get to my parents -- Dad would kill me!

One day Scott and I were hanging out with Marty and his younger brother Jimmy. In casual conversation Marty asked, "Billy, how about sucking my cock?"

"No way!" I said, glancing at Scott, who quickly looked away.

"Come on," insisted Marty, "I'll bet you'll like my cock as much as you like Scott's."

"You promised!" I said as I glared at Scott.

"Marty is the only one I've told," Scott said, "And I know we can trust him."

"But now Jimmy knows too," I said.

"He's too young to cum," said Scott, "So that doesn't count."

"What the hell does that matter?" I shot back, "He still knows."

"Billy," said Marty, "We can spend our time arguing or sucking -- now I know you like sucking, so wouldn't that be better?"

He was right, and the truth is that I'd secretly wondered what it would be like to suck other boys. In fact one of my favorite jack-off fantasies was doing a group suck with all the boys on the street, though as soon as I'd cum I would feel a wave of guilt and realize it would be terrible if they all knew.

Still the desire kept coming back, and now Marty was offering me his cock as well. Finally I said, "Just this once". I immediataely realized that was exactly what I'd told Scott, and knew in my heart I'd be doing this again and again. We went into the woods and found a private spot.

Marty pulled his pants and shorts down and stepped out of them. He was now naked from the waist down with his hard cock pointing at me. He was a little bigger than I was, but smaller than Scott. I dropped to my knees and sucked him at Scott and Jimmy watched. At first I felt self-conscious sucking for an audience, but soon warmed up to it. I closed my eyes and imagined myself on a public stage, sucking while an audience of hundreds cheered me on. It was a crazy fantasy, but my cock was hard and straining in my pants.

Soon Billy came, and I enjoyed the taste of his seed. Strong and similar to Scott's, yet a little different. I wondered if every guy had his own unique taste. I swallowed as Marty thanked me and pulled out. Scott was also naked from the waist down and promptly stepped up for his turn. Since doing more than one guy was completely new to me, I didn't realize that this was just like a suck line, just shorter.

As I sucked Scott I realized that I couldn't remain mad at him -- I was now glad that he told Marty, but hoped that my secret would be contained. After Scott came and I swallowed, Jimmy stepped up and said, "Do me too!"

"You're too young." I said, but he begged me to let him try. Marty and Scott both agreed that it couldn't hurt.

Jimmy was a couple of years younger than us and hadn't begun puberty. His cock was tiny -- really tiny -- maybe two inches long fully erect. I took him into my mouth and found that I really liked the feel. I could move my tongue around the entire length of his cock. He might have been too young to cum, but sure seemed to enjoy it.

I sucked Jimmy for about five minutes and then pulled off. He thanked me and said he couldn't wait to cum in my mouth.

I would have welcomed that as well, and I agreed to suck him once a week to see if he was able to cum. I sucked Marty and Scott nearly every day. I continued to jack-off to the fantasy of sucking all the kids, and after awhile found myself really wanting more. I told Scott and Marty that it was okay for them to tell other boys, as long as they would want to be sucked and could be trusted to keep a secret.

Soon I was sucking Tony and Danny as well. Danny had an older brother, Don, in college that he said would probably be interested and I quickly agreed. Danny said he would email him and find out. I usually sucked guys one-on-one, but sometimes did small groups. I still jacked-off thinking about a large group, and hoped it might happen one day.

As the group of guys I sucked grew I became comfortable about being known as a cocksucker, and found that I liked being called that. Danny told me that Don would be home for the weekend and was eager to meet me. Danny told me that he'd invited all the guys I suck to meet us in the woods on Saturday morning. I looked forward to real group suck -- That would be Don and the four guys I blow regularly, as well as two little brothers -- Jimmy and Joey, Tony's younger brother.

I was thrilled to finally kneel before Don and take an adult cock in my mouth. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen and was difficult to get into my mouth, but I wanted it all. He held my head and pumped in and out of my mouth, briefly gagging me as he got to the back of my mouth. I didn't like the gagging but decided that I better learn to like it, if that's was sucking adults required. All the time Don was calling me a good faggot and said things like "You know you need it."

Then it hit me for the first time that cocksucking wasn't just something I enjoyed -- I really needed it. When I went on vacation for a week with my family I found myself yearning for cock, and looking at cocks in men's rooms, but too timid to do anything about it.

I'd heard about kids getting addicted to drugs, and wondered if I was getting addicted to cocks and cum. Maybe there was something addictive in cum -- might be -- I sure wanted all I could get!

After Don, I sucked my four friends, and then their youger brothers. Th younger brothers were always very easy to suck, being so small, but I sure enjoyed them. They weren't very good at keeping a secret, and soon all their friends knew, and soon they were coming to me as well. Soon I was sucking nine of them -- all very grateful and eager for their first climax. I continued to suck them and one after another had their very first orgasm in my mouth. Once they could cum I no longer restricted them to once a week, and usually sucked them every day.

In a few years all the boys on my street knew and were cumming in my mouth regularly. Every school day we gathered at the end of the street to wait for the school bus, which dropped us off at the same place after school. I would take any of the boys interested into the nearby woods and blow them, which was a great way to wrap up the school day. I always sucked a group that way -- at least four and sometimes all the boys! My favorite jack-off fantasy had finally come true!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)