I 'm Lance, a fourteen-year-old guy who was seduced by size. I've been going through puberty for a couple of years and was thrilled when I was finally able to cum – it made playing with myself so much better! The other body changes came a lot slower. My friend Dave has an amazingly big cock, which he calls his "Big Guy". My three other friends, Brad, Joey and Spencer all have small, boy cocks like me. We hope that we're just slow in developing, like some girls develop breasts faster than others.

We can hope, but for now the four of us are members of the "teeny weinie club" as Dave calls it. It bugs me to hear it, but he's our friend, and it's all in fun, though I don't like to be the brunt of his fun.

Dave had gym class with me and would catch me alone in the locker room and would put one foot up on the bench where I was dressing, giving me a clear view of his Big Guy. At first, I pretty much ignored it, but the more he did it, the more I couldn't help admiring it. One day I started to reach for it, but then stopped short.

"It's okay to touch it," said Dave, "You might like it."

I had no idea why I was drawn to it – it just seemed so big and fascinated me. I declined Dave's offer the first time, but the rest of the day I couldn't get it out of my mind. Make no mistake – I'm straight and really like girls, but Dave's cock had a way of mysteriously capturing my interest.

When I finally gave in and took hold of Dave's big cock, he told me to squeeze it hard. I did and he said it felt really good and told me to squeeze as hard as I could. I did, fearing it might hurt him, but Dave loved it. Suddenly a couple of other guys showed up, so I had to stop, but we repeated it the next day. Dave suggested that I come to his house after school where we'd have privacy. I knew I shouldn't, but just couldn't turn it down.

After school we walked to Dave's house and went in. Dave told me to have a seat on the couch and said he'd be right back. On his return he was naked and semi-hard. He approached me, dangling his huge cock just inches from my face. I took hold of it and squeezed hard while stroking him.

"You can suck it if you want," offerend Dave, but I declined.

"Why would I do that?" I replied.

"Some guys really like it," he said, "You're my good friend, so I wanted to offer it to you." He made it sound like he was doing me favor, but I wasn't going for it.

Still, Dave's cock intrigued me. As I stroked him, he urged me to go faster because he was getting close. Suddenly he came and shot his load all over my shirt!

"Damn! What a mess you made!" I said, looking at my cum-stained shirt.

"Sorry about that," Dave said, "But it sure felt good. Take off your shirt and we'll clean it up."

I took off my t-shirt and we washed it in the bathroom sink, then Dave put it in the dryer. In less than an hour my shirt was dry, but while we waited Dave kept telling me how much he thought I'd like sucking him. I knew that was a really gay thing to do, but I couldn't help wondering what it was like.

The next day I returned to Dave's house after school and stroked him once again. This time Dave promised not to cum on my shirt – he said he had a way to avoid any mess at all. I stroked him without knowing his intentions. I'd really come to enjoy holding his huge hard cock. I told myself that I was still completely straight, but just engaging in a little "male bonding". After a few minutes Dave said he was close, and I looked around for something for him to cum into. I saw no tissues or towels, but suddenly Dave said, "Open your mouth – now!"

That caught be completely by surprise, and before I had time to even think about it, Dave pressed his cock to my lips and my mouth opened. Now with his cock deep in my mouth he filled me with his hot seed. It was really strong tasting – unlike anything I'd ever had before. I should have been mad at Dave for tricking me into this, but I found I kind of liked it. "It's okay to swallow," Dave said.

He really deserved to have me spit his cum back at him, but I found myself actually wanting it, and glad that he shared his manly load with me, hoping I'd be getting more. Dave pulled out of my mouth and I swallowed. "That was a lot better than messing up my shirt!" I said. Dave smiled and agreed.

"Look Dave," I said, "I liked that, but I can't have everyone knowing about it."

Dave assured me that he'd be discreet about it, and we agreed that my sucking him wasn't gay at all – just being friendly. I liked being friendly like that. I was just deceiving myself, but I knew I liked being straight, but definitely wanted more from Dave.

We talked for a while and Dave said that throughout history guys with small cocks have naturally been drawn to big cocks, which was how cocksucking got started. I hadn't thought of myself as a cocksucker, but I suppose I was. I felt a little strange about it. I didn't like the idea of being a cocksucker, but I sure liked the act of cocksucking. I enjoyed Dave cumming in my mouth – next time I'd see if I could suck him to climax.

The next day I gave Dave’s Big Guy a few strokes, and then took him into my mouth. That was a time of wonder for me. His cock felt like it really belonged in my mouth – like sucking was something I was meant to do. I traced the contour of Big Guy with my tongue, realizing that I wanted this as often as I could get it. Dave told me when my tongue touched especially sensitive area, like the spot on the bottom of the head. I focused my efforts there, and soon I felt Dave enlarge slightly, beginning to pulse as he pumped his load into my mouth. The now-familiar strong taste was even better now, and I knew I'd be sucking Dave for as long as he wanted me to! As Dave pulled out and I swallowed, he said, "Lance, you're a damn good cocksucker!"

Being called a cocksucker isn't something most guys would welcome, but I took Dave's comment as a compliment, and decided that I wanted to be the very best cocksucker I could be.

I liked this special arrangement between Dave and I. What I didn't know was Dave had the same arrangement with Brad, Joey and Spencer.

That night after dinner I got online and searched for cocksucking instructions. I tried a bunch of search phrases, finding that "fellatio tutorial" turned up hundreds of hits. Some were just porn sites, which I noted for future reference. They would be inspiring when I jacked-off. I found over a dozen sites that explained how to give an excellent blowjob. Some were written for women and some for men. The ones written for men were more detailed and gave me some wonderful insights. There was a lot more than I could remember, so I created a file with all of the tips I found useful. I decided that every time I sucked I would try two or three different techniques, until I learned them all. Of course if any worked particularly well with Dave I would give that one special attention.

I continued to suck Dave whenever I could. I wanted to every day but he said he had some other things going on. I didn't know that he had deals with my other friends and was feeding them his sperm as well.

I found out about the other deals one Saturday, when Dave's parents were gone, and he invited us all to his house. We went to the living room, where Dave undressed as we watched. It was exactly what he had done when we met individually (and with my friends as well).

"As members of the teeny weinie club, we're gonna have a cocksucker competition," Dave announced.

He showed us a special timer and said, "Each of you will suck me for two minutes before I move on to the next – we'll continue until I cum – the guy who gets me off is the winner and will get my load, and have other guys to suck."

He had us kneel in a circle around him, so he could easily switch between us. Dave started with Joey, who sucked eagerly for two minutes, and then it was Spencer's turn. Both had obviously done this before, so I presumed Dave had taught them as he'd taught me. The timer sounded and then it was my turn. I tried my best to make Dave cum, but soon my time was up, and he went on to Brad. None of us were able to make him cum the first time, but we each hoped to get him off on our next try.

Dave seemed to be deliberately holding back – something he hadn't done in before. He was making us really work for his climax, and we were all doing our best. My turn came again and I tried making swallowing movements with my throat. I couldn't deep throat (yet), but knew that that felt really good to Dave, and soon I my efforts were rewarded!

I was glad to get Dave's load, but then remembered that there would be other guys to suck. Sucking other cocks was exciting to me, but I didn't really want my secret being known by others. It was bad enough that my friends knew I sucked – although I knew they sucked as well, so I suppose that was okay.

Dave asked me to stay after my other friends left. "I said there would be other guys to suck," he began.

"I like that," I replied, "But don't want others to know I'm a cocksucker."

"Cocksucking is a very personal thing," Dave said, "How can you suck them without them knowing?"

"I don't really know," I replied, "But if we could figure out a way, that would be perfect."

We agreed to discuss it further. Dave told me he had nearly a dozen guys who were interested and hoped we could work out something soon.

That night I got online and searched using the search phrase "anonymous blowjobs" and got a lot of hits regarding glory holes, which I studied with interest. It seemed like a perfect solution – a wall with a hole that a guy stuck his cock through, and the sucker working in complete secrecy – what a wonderful invention! I wasn't sure if Dave would be able to set up a glory hole in his house, so I kept looking.

I found one alternative called a glory box, which was a cardboard box with a hole in it that the sucker put over his head, giving the blowjob as he would with a glory hole. That didn't provide the degree of privacy I wanted, so I kept looking.

Next I saw an idea that looked promising. The sucker wears a ski mask – a knitted cloth mask with cutouts for the eyes and mouth. That looked really good, and might be workable.

There was a fourth idea – blindfolds. There were two versions of this – one in which the sucker wore the blindfold, and one in which the guy getting sucked was blindfolded. I decided that my wearing a blindfold wouldn't disguise me as well as the ski mask, but if the guy I was sucking was blindfolded, that could work, as long as they didn't peek. I wasn't a sure I could trust them not to peek. I liked the glory hole idea the best, then the ski mask. The glory box just sounded just plain stupid!

The next day I discussed the ideas with Dave and he liked the glory hole idea as well, but said there was no place he could set one up that wouldn't be noticed by his parents, so we agreed on the ski mask idea. That night I jacked-off imagining myself wearing a ski mask and sucking off dozens of guys – some of which knew me, but had no idea of who their secret sucker was!

I just needed to find a ski mask. I had gone through our winter clothing but found no ski masks, so I decided to check a few stores. Winter was over and none of the stores had ski masks in stock. I brought the bad news to Dave and he said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to use the blindfolds – we can make them ourselves."

"But how can we be sure the guys won't peek?" I asked, "Keeping this secret is really important to me."

"The best I can do is get them to promise not to – if they peek they won't get any more," Dave proposed.

That wasn't a perfect solution, but it might be workable, so I reluctantly agreed.

Dave said I would know the identity of each guy I sucked, but they wouldn't know me.

The next day I went to Dave's house, where he had Mark Davis, captain of the football team, in the other room.

Dave said he would get Mark ready call out when I should come in. In a few minutes I heard him say, "We're ready," and I entered the room nervously.

There I saw Mark, blindfolded with his cock sticking out of his pants. He was well-endowed. As I moved into position, I admired how large his cock was, even though it was still soft. I took him in my hand and stroked him to erection, then began to suck him.

He immediately called out that it was great, and I sucked even more eagerly. I explored his cock with my tongue, noting where it was different than Dave's, hoping that I'd be able to recognize any guy I sucked by how his cock felt in my mouth.

It didn't take long before he cried out and unloaded into my mouth. I held him in my mouth until he stopped pumping, and then pulled back and swallowed.

"Just keep the blindfold on for a bit," Dave told Mark, as I quickly got up and left.

This was so amazingly hot that I was fully hard and wanted pull my little cock to climax immediately, but would have to wait.

Mark left and Dave came into the room, unzipping his pants to offer me his Big Guy. I sucked him eagerly and really liked the idea of doing multiple blowjobs. After swallowing Dave's load, we discussed how it went.

In fact, it went so perfectly that I agreed to blow anyone that way, and Dave agreed to set things up. Some would be individual, like today, and some might be small groups, depending on what Dave could schedule.

Over the next three weeks I sucked all dozen of Dave's friends – some three or four times, and I was one really happy cocksucker. My skills had improved to the point where I could get anyone I sucked to cum within five minutes. I was glad to be that good, but was always a little dissappointed when it was over.

Dave told me that my friends were doing the same, and all had become dedicated cocksuckers. They were sucking the same guys as I was, and Dave asked each guy to rate their blowjob, and so far I scored the best.

I imagined crazy things like an Olympic Blowjob Competition, where international judges would rate each cocksucker on a ten-point scale, just like gymnastics and figure skating. After scoring all ten's, I imagined getting the gold medal for cocksucking. Okay, a crazy idea, but a guy can dream!

One day Dave told me that all the guys thought I was the very best cocksucker, and he could arrange for me to suck all twelve of them at one session if I wanted. I loved giving multiple blowjobs and quickly agreed. On the next Saturday I arrived at Dave's house, where he said all the guys had arrived. He went into the living room to make sure they were all ready.

Dave called me in, and I was thrilled to see twelve blindfolded hunks with big cocks awaiting me. I immediately got to work, using the best of my skills. I thought I could recognize each of the guys from the way their cocks felt, and soon after I started, each guy would give me their load. In less than an hour I'd drained all of them, focusing intently on their cocks. In fact, my eyes never looked up, or I would have seen that the blindfolds were all off.

As I pulled off the last guy and stood up to withdraw it suddenly hit me. Seeing all the guys smiling and looking right at me I knew my secret was out. This required some fast thinking – I was pissed at Dave for allowing this, but right now I had to deal with damage control.

"Okay guys," I began, "You know who I am and that I do good work. If you want more you have to promise that you won't tell anyone else about this – I can't have this known all over school."

They all agreed and thanked me for my fine work. One by one they left, leaving me alone with Dave.

"How the hell could you let this happen?" I shot at him.

"I didn't know," Dave replied, "It just happened on it's own."

"But all of them?" I continued, "I could understand one or two, but all of them sounds like it was planned."

"Maybe it was," Dave said, "But not by me – maybe they just agreed among themselves."

I could see there was no point in being mad at Dave – it probably wasn't his fault, and he did set me up with lots of cock to suck. I offered Dave a blowjob before I left, and soon his Big Guy was in my mouth once again!

The guys Dave set me up were all true to their words, and kept my secret. Dave would occasionally convene meetings of the "teeny weinie" club for another "blowjob in the round". Being the most proficient, I usually won Dave's load, but not always. Sometimes I just got him really aroused, and the next guy got his load.

As I progressed through puberty by cock grew, though it never got as big as the guys I sucked. I am truly grateful to Dave for sharing his Big Guy with me – helping me discover my true calling in life. If you have a Big Guy, I urge you to share it with a guy who isn’t as fortunate as you!

Special thanks to my online friend David David for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)