I'm Sam, and was thirteen when I gave my first blowjob. It was completely unintentional – I never had any interest in it, but it changed my life! There weren't a lot of kids my age, so I spent a lot of time alone. There was a large regional park system near my home, and I spent a lot of time hiking the various trails. I was always looking for new ones to explore. Soon I'd hiked all the trails I could find, and the only remaining ones were on private property.

I didn't mind that it was private property, but there were a bunch of "Keep Out – No Hunting or Trespassing" signs posted on many of the trees. At first that scared me away, but the property looked deserted, and pretty soon I grew bold enough to explore some of the trails. Many of the trails just went through the woods, while others led to cabins and trailers. As soon as I say any sign of civilization I turned around, not wanting any trouble.

It was great to find new trails, and I became comfortable with ignoring the signs. Then one day I was caught – "You're on private property!" a voice shouted to me.

I turned around and saw a guy who looked old enough to be in high school, and a lot bigger than me. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm just passing through – I must have made a wrong turn."

"Didn't you see the signs?" he demanded.

"What signs?" I replied, playing dumb.

"Don't give me that crap!" he said, "There's no way you could have missed the signs – I'm gonna call the cops!"

Suddenly my heart sank – not the cops! Last summer I got caught spray painting a neighbor's car and the cops brought me home. I had to work the rest of the summer to pay off the damage and Dad said if the cops ever brought me home again, I wouldn't be living there anymore. I now know that he couldn't legally throw me out, but at the time I believed him.

"Please, don't do that," I begged.

"Then maybe we can work out a deal," he said.

"Yes, anything!" I said in desperation.

To my surprise, he unzipped and took out his cock. It was really huge, even though he wasn't hard. I didn't know much about cock, having only seen my own, and my friends when we would pee outside.

"On your knees," he said, as he approached me. At my age I had no idea what was happening.

"Is this a deal or not?" he said. I got on my knees and he brought his cock almost to my lips.

"Now suck it," he said. I had no idea why anyone would do such a thing, and thought it was just his way of humiliating me. There was nobody else around, so I decided to just go along with it and avoid trouble with the cops. I opened my mouth and he slid right in. I was surprised at how nice it felt in my mouth – almost like it belonged there. I knew that was a crazy thought, but that's just how I felt.

He told me to move my tongue around, which I did, and he began to moan. I didn't understand what was going on, but he encouraged me, so I continued. After about five minutes he took hold of my head and said, "Here it comes!"

Then suddenly my mouth was flooded with a terrible taste. I thought he had pee'd in my mouth and struggled to get away, but he held my head to him as his cock continued to pump the foul taste into my mouth. "Now swallow," he said.

I struggled to get away and he said, "You aren't getting away until you swallow." Finally, I gave in and swallowed. It was good to get rid of it, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. I hoped I wouldn't get sick from it. Some had dripped down my chin and I wiped it off. I saw the smear and white stuff in my hand and knew he hadn't pee'd in my mouth.

He told me I was a good cocksucker, and I was welcomed to come back for more. He made me give him my cell phone number and said his name was Brad Milstan. I left and went right home, but couldn't get the thought of sucking him, or that taste out of my mind. When I got home, I got a text message from him with a picture he'd taken of his cock in my mouth.

I tried to delete the picture, but I had a new phone and didn't know how, so I'd have to come back to that. I'd never looked at internet porn before but Googled "cocksucker" and got lots of hits. I watched a number of videos of guys sucking cocks and watched as they were sprayed on their. As I read stories it dawned on me that I'd made Brad cum and swallowed his semen. I was looking forward to being able to cum – I'd heard it was really great and tried jacking-off, and it felt good for a while, but just made me sore when I couldn’t cum. My friends told me I should be able to cum almost any day.

I tried jacking-off once a week, hoping for success. Some of my friends had been cumming when they were twelve, so I knew it should be soon. Finally, one day it happened. As I stroked, instead of getting sore I felt such a strong urge like I'd never had before. I pulled my cock harder and faster and soon shot my load all over my bedroom floor. What a mess, but an incredible feeling! As I cleaned my cum off the floor I picked some up with my finger and tasted it, confirming that it was what Brad had shot into my mouth.

I didn't realize it at the time, but I was mentally associating my cumming with sucking Brad – and making that connection was life-changing! From that time on, every time I jacked-off I thought of Brad and wanted to suck him again.

I would go into the bathroom to jack-off and look at the picture of Brad's cock in my mouth. I was glad I never deleted it because it now inspired me to cum quickly. I wanted to suck Brad's cock again and tried to find his phone number so I could text him, but I'd deleted it. At the time I was mad that he made me suck him, but now I just wanted more.

Unable to find the number, I set out into the woods and found the path where I met him. I watched for him, eager to suck him once again. Finally, he greeted me, "Take another wrong turn?"

"Not this time," I said confidently.

"So you must be back for more then," he replied, and I nodded. He rubbed his crotch and said, "First we need to go see my Dad."

"What for?" I asked in alarm, thinking I was in trouble.

"I told my dad about you," explained Brad, "And he said he wanted to meet you if you ever returned."

That didn't exactly put my mind at ease, but I went with him. He introduced me to his dad, and Mr. Milstan said, "I hear you're a pretty good cocksucker – show me what you can do."

Brad took out his cock and I was about to drop to my knees when Mr. Milstan told me to undress, but because cocksuckers are better naked. Now I was really excited. Naked and about to suck Brad's cock while his dad watched. I was hard without even touching my cock. It felt so good to have Brad's cock in my mouth once again and I hoped I could be doing this again and again. I knew that soon he would be cumming in my mouth once again and braced myself for the bad taste.

To my surprise it tasted much better this time – still strong, but with a kind of nice taste. I enjoyed the flavor and gratefully swallowed.

"I can see you love your work," said Mr. Milstan, "That's good for a cocksucker, now do me too."

He stood up and unzipped, and soon he was in my mouth. He was even bigger than Brad. I didn't have as much room in my mouth but still managed to move my tongue around. Soon he was blasting his semen into my mouth and I really welcomed it!

I swallowed eagerly, enjoying every drop.

"Looks like you need to cum as well," Mr. Milstan said, "Hold my cock in your mouth as you stroke."

I did and came in less than a minute. Cumming that way was the very best way to cum and I wished it could always be that way. I got dressed and made sure I got Brad's phone number as well as his father's. We set up a schedule for me to come back three times a week, but I agreed to take text message requests as well.

I knew that as a cocksucker I had to keep it secret, but really loved every moment of it! I wanted to suck other guys but didn't dare ask anyone at my school. I asked Brad for help, and he said he would invite friends over for me to suck.

That was incredible! Not only did it give me wonderful variety, many of his friends led me to other guys, and soon I was sucking dozens of guys, though not as often as I wanted. Still, I gave a couple of blowjobs a day, which was pretty nice indeed!

Occasionally I'd be invited to a party where I would be the "designated cocksucker". I realize that my life would have been quite different if I were straight, and I was truly grateful to Brad for turning me!

  To be continued . . .

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