I'm Brian, a fourteen-year-old gay guy with a gay father. I began having gay feelings when I first was able to cum and would think about cocksucking while jacking-off. I wanted to actually do it really badly, but I didn't know how to find someone safe to ask. I know things have improved over the years, but high school is no place you want to be known as gay. Officially the school was a "safe space" for everyone, but they still treated known gay kids like dirt.

I thought about approaching some of the other gay guys but was afraid to even be seen with them. My parents weren't very open-minded, so I had to keep it secret from them, for fear of being thrown out, or made to undergo some kind of faith-based "cure". I really hated church, but they dragged me along, so I just endured Sunday mornings, and jacked-off thinking about cock as soon as I got home – just my way of rebelling.

I was really surprised to learn that Dad was gay. He never said anything, but one day Mom caught him with another guy and the marriage was over. She quickly divorced him and got custody of my brother and I.

Mom tried to get a court order to keep Dad away from us, but they wouldn't buy that Dad was a danger just because he was gay. We got to visit Dad on alternate weekends. My brother would go one weekend while I would go the other. Mom tried to poison us against Dad, telling us if we followed his way we would burn in hell eternally. I was always close to Dad and didn't buy that, especially since I was gay myself. My brother was closer to Mom, so he never liked visiting Dad.

On my first visit I told Dad that I was gay but had never acted on it. He told me that there was nothing wrong with being gay, but it was difficult, especially with all the religious nuts out there.

"Don't I know it!" I replied, "I see the way gay guys are treated at school, so I'm keeping it to myself!"

"Good idea!" Dad agreed, "I had to hide it from everyone for years, but now that Mom had outed me I've lost a lot of people I thought were friends."

"That must be really rough," I replied.

"It is," he said, "The only ones from church who would have anything to do with me are a couple of guys who just want me to blow them – the hypocrites!"

I was surprised that Dad was so open with me, but that gave me an idea.

"Do you blow them?" I asked.

Dad broke eye contact, as if he were ashamed, and just nodded.

"Do you regret it?" I asked.

"No," responded Dad, "I just feel kind of ashamed that I let them do it to me, but now I'm doing it a couple of times a week – I just can't resist, and I'm not proud of that."

"I think I understand," I said, "I think about it every time I jack-off. I want it so badly, but don't know how to find someone to suck."

"I know it can be really difficult," Dad said, "But there will be more opportunities when you are an adult."

"That's fine for then, but I'm shit out of luck now!" I protested.

"There isn't anything I can do," Dad replied, "If I did, I could lose visitation, and maybe go to jail."

"It's just not fair!" I said.

"No, it isn't," Dad agreed, "Especially for us."

"Isn't there someone my age you can introduce me to?" I asked.

"There's a kid just a little older than you who keeps trying to sneak into a gay bar," said Dad, "We can see if he's around."

I was thrilled at the idea and Dad drove us down to the gay bar and we waited in the parking lot. I watched as people came and went, longing for the day I could go in. After about half an hour Dad said, "There he is!" Dad called out to him and waved him over.

He approached and got into the car. "Jeremy, this is my son Brian – he's gay like you."

"I'm no faggot," insisted Brian, "I'm just looking for a blowjob, and know there's a lot of cocksuckers in the bar."

"Oh, sorry," replied Dad, "I misunderstood." Jeremy opened the door and was about to leave when I cried out, "Wait! I'll blow you."

"Alright!" said Jeremy, "I finally found my cocksucker!"

"We can't do it here," Dad said, "Come back to my place."

Jeremy closed the door and asked me, "You any good sucking?"

"I don't know," I said, "I've never done it before."

"This should be fun!" Jeremy said, "I get to train a newbee."

"So how do you fit into this?" he asked Dad.

"I'm Brian's father," Dad replied, "I'm just helping him to find someone."

"You a cocksucker too?" he asked, and Dad nodded.

"Then you can suck me to," Jeremy offered.

"Not a chance," Dad replied, "You're just jail-bait to me."

"I won't tell," insisted Jeremy.

"Brian will do you," said Dad, "That will have to do."

We arrived at Dad's apartment and went in. As soon as the door was closed I dropped to my knees and said, "I'm ready to start."

Jeremy unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and short to the floor and stepped out of them. He was now naked from the waist down as he approached me, already semi-hard.

I'd watched many cocksucking videos and read what I could of online blowjob tutorials and was eager to practice what I'd learned on a real cock.

I eagerly awaited Jeremy's approach, but he began to tease me, saying "How bad to you want this, faggot?"

I didn't like being called a faggot, but knew that I was, and I really needed this. "Please, let me suck you," I asked.

"Tell me how much you need it then," he said.

"I need it real bad, please let me have your cock," I pleaded.

"You gonna be my personal cocksucker?" he asked.

"Yes," I quickly agreed – I wanted to get past these delays and start sucking.

Jeremy turned and picked up his pants, removing his cell phone from the pocket.

"Okay, then show me what you can do," he said as he approached.

Finally I took him into my mouth and I was in heaven. The feeling of a warm hard cock in my mouth was incredible! I ran my tongue all around the cock to get to know it better, and then began to move my tongue back and forth along the bottom of the head.

"You really do want this!" said Jeremy, "Now look up here."

I looked up and he snapped a picture of me sucking him. "You’re now my personal cocksucker," he said, "You mouth is mine whenever I want it."

I never counted on anything like this. I wanted to suck him, but sure didn't want pictures taken! I was quickly losing control of the situation – if I ever had any control in the first place.

I was in no place to negotiate, so I just continued to suck. Jeremy's pushed his cock to the back of my mouth, gagging me, and enjoying it as he did. "Take that faggot!" he said, "You got a REAL MAN in your mouth, you fuckin' sissy!"

He was a really abusive bastard, but I needed his cock. Whenever he pressed his cock deep I swallowed, which gave some extra sensation, and soon he began to pump his hot load into my mouth. He held my head as he came and said, "Take that you worthless cocksucker – now swallow it all, faggot!"

The repeated gagging brought tears to my eyes, so I couldn't avoid them streaming down my cheeks as I swallowed. Jeremy snapped another picture and said, "What a sissy, crying just like a little girl – maybe you should be a girl."

He pulled out and continued, "I have some really good pics, which you wouldn't want getting out." Write down your cell phone number and email address. I did, and Jeremy continued, "Watch for my texts and emails – you're gonna be sucking me whenever I want it."

Jeremy pulled his pants on and walked out. I looked at Dad, who was speechless. "Why didn't you do something?" I asked.

"There was nothing I could do!" he said, "He could make trouble for me as well. I'm sorry your first blowjob wasn't what you wanted, and I hope it gets better."

I thanked Dad for helping me, and knew I'd have to deal with whatever Jeremy dished out.

I returned home after my visit with Dad. That night I jacked off thinking about my first blowjob and came strongly. I drifted off to sleep, hoping this would all work out.

The next day at school I got a text from Jeremy, who said he sent me an email with instructions for me to follow. He asked me a lot of questions, including what school I attended, and my address. I didn't want to give it to him but had no choice.

When the school day was nearly over he told me that he would be in the school parking lot and I should look for his silver Oldsmobile Delta 88. My heart raced, realizing he would be at my school, and hoped that he didn't intend to out me. As the final bell rang, I nervously walked out to the parking lot, looking for his car. I knew the Delta 88 was an older model, and a pretty big car. I spotted the car and approached the driver's side. Jeremy rolled down the window and told me to get in.

I got in, scared of what was to come. "You’re my cocksucker, right?" he asked. I nodded, and he continued, "And you'll do what I tell you, right?" I reluctantly agreed.

"Good," he said, "Cuz you wouldn't want all your school to know what a faggot you are. I'll bet sending your pic to the yearbook staff would make you the talk of the school!"

"They would never publish something like that!" I insisted.

"Maybe not, but I'm sure they'd spread it all around the school – you wanna risk that?" he responded menacingly.

"I'll do what you say," I responded helplessly.

"I wise choice," he said. He left the school parking lot and drove to a grocery store parking lot. "Now take off your clothes and put them in this bag," he said.

I never expected this, but he was in charge, so I nervously undressed and put my clothes in the plastic grocery bag he gave me. Once I was completely naked, he took the bag and got out of the car. He locked the bag in the trunk, and then returned. I was now completely vulnerable, terrified at what might follow.

"You got a really tiny cock," he said, "No wonder you're a faggot. Stroke yourself and show me what you look like hard."

I was scared to death – no wonder my cock was shriveled up. Jeremy drove around town and I slumped down in the seat so I wouldn't be seen from outside the car. I stroked and eventually got hard. Jeremy looked at me and said, "That's a little better – still small, but you're hard, so you must be thinking about cock – keep it hard until I tell you otherwise."

I realized that what started out as cocksucking was turning into one humiliating experience after another.

Jeremy unzipped and took out his cock. "Kneel on the seat and suck me as I drive," he said.

"Could I kneel on the floor in front of the seat?" I asked.

"No, I want you up in the seat," He insisted, "So you're easy to access." Reluctantly, I complied.

I felt completely exposed as I sucked him, with my ass in the air. I hoped I was below the window but wasn't sure.

At least I was sucking a cock, but this wasn't the way I was hoping for.

I couldn't tell where he was going, but he stopped and told me to keep sucking, no matter what.

As I sucked, he rolled down a window behind me and talked with a couple of guys that sounded black. He told them that I was the faggot he'd told them about, with a good mouth.

"I like that white sissy ass," one guy said, and I felt a cold hand squeezing my ass cheeks.

"You can have that too, just don't ruin him," said Jeremy.

"How much?" the guy asked.

"A C-note for an hour," he said. Jeremy was pimping me out to some black guy – I sure didn't like the way this was going!

"Let me see what he can take," the guy said.

I felt something pressing to my ass hole and felt a liquid entering me, and then he squirted on the outside. Next he pressed a finger into me. I know he was treating me like property he intended to rent, which didn't thrill me, but I did like the feeling. He pressed in all the way and then stroked in and out a few times. Then he slipped in a second finger and pushed deep again. Pulling back a bit, he spread his fingers, stretching me wide. It hurt a bit, but then he plunged a third finger in. Working them in and out and spreading for a few minutes, he finally pulled out and said, "He'll do – how about Saturday at one – dressed?"

Jeremy agreed and drove away. I wondered what else he had in mind. I continued to suck him, until he stopped again. "Okay, let's get out."

I froze, afraid to leave the car, but he got out and opened my door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car. I stood there, naked and completely exposed. I looked around and saw that I was in a housing subdivision under construction. I didn't see anyone around, so I was relieved.

"Keep stroking," Jeremy said, as he led me into the house. It was framed in but had no walls yet. A couple of carpenters approached, and Jeremy led me inside. Seeing my erection, one said, "It looks like he's eager."

Jeremy said, "He's eager to please, and well worth twenty bucks each." The carpenters each got out their wallets and paid him. All I wanted was a cock to suck, but now Jeremy turned me into a cheap whore. It was clear that soon I would have no trace of dignity left!

Jeremy told me to kneel, and soon I was kneeling on the sawdust-covered plywood subfloor. Jeremy instructed me to keep stroking while I sucked both of the guys, and I should cum while sucking the second guy, but needed to finish the job, even if I wasn't in the mood.

"He's a new guy," Jeremy said, "So I gotta train him – but he does good work."

The carpenters unzipped and I took both their cocks in my hands and soon they were both hard. One pressed closer and soon his cock was in my mouth, and I stroked my cock while keeping the other guy hard.

I found that I was actually liking this part and thought that perhaps Jeremy would be good for me.

I sucked eagerly and was soon rewarded with his load. He stepped back and I took the other cock into my mouth.

"Remember to cum while you're sucking him," Jeremy reminded me.

I found I really liked being naked around clothed people and stroked myself feverishly as I sucked. Soon I shot my load on the subfloor but continued to suck until the guy came. I looked up and saw that Jeremy had been recording a video on his cell phone.

"My turn," Jeremy said, stepping up. No longer aroused, I wasn't very eager to suck, but knew I had to. He deliberately wanted me to cum so I wouldn't be in the mood – but it wasn't my decision. I sucked him as well as I could, and soon he gave me his load. He told me to get up and I followed him back to the car, now enjoying my nudity. He opened the trunk and handed me the bag of clothes, telling me to get dressed. I got dressed and we got back in the car.

Jeremy drove me home and told me that on Saturday I would be serving a group of black guys but needed to be dressed as a girl. He told me to figure out my girl's clothing sizes and go to the Goodwill store and buy a bra and panties, skirt, blouse and wig. He also told me to go to a drugstore and buy some lipstick. He gave me a twenty-dollar bill and said it should cover it if I shop wisely – if not I'd have to pay for the rest.

The thought of buying girls clothes scared me, but I was getting accustomed to doing things I didn't want to. As Jeremy got close to my home he asked where I wanted to be dropped off, and I asked him to let me out one street over, so I didn't have to explain it to Mom. When he stopped he said he would pick me up at noon there on Saturday. I should bring the girl clothes and he would take me to his place to get me ready. He reminded me to be sure to check my email and do what he ordered.

When I got home I told Mom that I missed the bus and had to walk home. I rushed to my computer to check my email. There was an email from Jeremy, who gave me a link to a Fetish website and told me to sign up and to find his profile, for which he gave me the link. I was to write into my profile that I belonged to Jeremey (giving his link), and they should contact him, who would make me available. I should have been upset about all this, but I was beginning to get into this.

Finally, I went back to Jeremy's profile and looked it over. I clicked on a link that said, "Meet Brian". I saw a large picture showing me sucking him. There was no doubt of my identity. Anyone who knew me would clearly see it was me. I sure hoped nobody that I knew saw this.

The description listed me as a sissy faggot available for the pleasure of real men, and to contact Jeremy for terms. Next I clicked on a video link and watched myself jacking off while sucking off the carpenter. That was about as gay as anything could be. I sure didn't want Mom to see this!

I wasn't Jeremy's first. He was whoring out eight other boys as well. Once he took all of us out to a nudist camp for male pedophiles, where we each were responsible for serving a dozen perverted old men. I thought I'd never get away but one day Jeremy got caught in a sting operation along with three of his boys. They sent him off to jail for a long time, and I never heard from him again. I was glad to be free of him, but from time to time I kind of miss the kinky situations he put me in.

Mom still dragged me to church, where the two of the elders approached me one day. They said they had seen my pictures on the fetish website, but would keep my secret only if I sucked them. I was glad to have more cocks to suck, since it was pretty slow for me since Jeremy got busted. I soon learned that these were the same guys Dad had been blowing, but they tired of him when they found they could have me instead.

On my next visit with Dad I told him, and he was pissed, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't save me from Jeremy, and could do nothing about these church perverts either.

Dad had other guys to blow, and I eventually convinced him to let me blow him. If only he had agreed to let me a couple of years ago I could have avoided all the abuse Jeremy put me through. I wonder how my life would have been different just blowing my Dad and not being a child whore.

  To be continued . . .

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