I 'm Jim, a thirteen-year-old guy who longed to suck cock but feared to try it. It wasn't that I was actually afraid to have a cock in my mouth – I just didn't want my secret to get out. I've heard that it's a lot easier to be a cocksucker these days, but I still see guys who aren't quite masculine enough getting picked on. At least I look masculine, but I'm sure not gonna give anyone reason to pick on me.

But the desire was strong in me. Sucking is my favorite jack-off fantasy and it seems that I want it more and more each day. I've carefully thought about how I could find just one guy to suck who would keep my secret, but I could never be sure. Then one day I came face to face with a temptation I just couldn't resist.

Mike was my age and he recently move in next door. Both of our back yards adjoined a large wooded area that was filled with trails I often enjoyed exploring. Mike and I quickly became friends, but I had yet to discover a secret he'd kept hidden all his life.

As I walked a familiar trail, I turned a corner and saw Mike standing there completely naked! He was startled and quickly covered himself. "It's okay," I said to reassure him, "So you like being naked?"

"I know it's kind of weird," Mike said timidly, "Please don't tell anyone."

"No worries," I replied, "Mind if I take a closer look?"

"I guess not," replied Mike, nervously. I stepped closer and touched his chest.

"That feels kind of strange to be touched like that," he continued, "But it's okay."

Encouraged, I stepped behind him and ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, pausing to caress his buns. I'm not sure why, but I somehow found his buns interesting, and lingered there a while, gently squeezing them. I moved around to Mike's front and saw that he was fully hard. By now I was aroused too, but it couldn't be seen under my clothes.

I took his cock in my hand, even though I knew it was risky, and began to stroke him. It was the first time I ever touched another guy's cock and it was wonderful! I wanted to suck him but didn't dare, so I just continued to stroke him as he moaned.

Then suddenly he came, squirting his cum in my hand. I pulled back in surprise.

"Sorry," I lied, "I didn't mean for that to happen." It was exactly what I intended, but just didn't want to admit it.

"Now not a word to anyone," said Mike, "Agreed?" I nodded and departed. As soon as I was out of sight, I licked Mike's cum off my hand. I'd tasted my own cum before, but this was the first time I ever tasted someone else's, and I knew I wanted more!

As soon as I got home, I jacked off, imagining myself blowing Mike. I came quickly and thought about what had happened. It was great, but a big risk. I jacked Mike off, so he must know I'm gay – I just hoped he would keep it to himself. He didn't want his nudity to get out, but that was pretty tame compared to what I did. I realized that I could have blown him instead, but that would be an even bigger risk.

I hoped we could do this again but wasn't sure if I dared even talk about it.

The next day at school Mike approached me. I was nervous, not knowing what to expect, but he just said, "Meet you again after school?" I just nodded and he walked away. For the rest of the day I couldn't get it out of my mind. The feel of his cock in my hand was great, and the taste of his cum was even better – I wondered if I dared suck him – I sure wanted to, but that was a really big risk.

When the bell rang signaling the end of the school day I rushed home, dropped off my books and went back into the woods. I walked the trail where I'd met Mike and in a few minutes, he approached, this time not covering himself, and already hard. I was hard too, and not thinking very clearly – all I knew was that I wanted Mike's cock. I reached to him, but instead of taking his cock I put both hands on his hips and knelt before him. Taking his cock into my mouth I put both hands on his ass cheeks and fondled them. He came almost immediately, and I gratefully swallowed ever drop of his load.

I stood up, but said nothing – what was the right thing to say in such circumstances?

"That was great!" he said, "You're a great cocksucker!"

While I sure liked being a cocksucker, I didn't like it known that I was one, and said, "We can do this more, as long as you keep it a secret."

"I sure will," promised Mike, "I don't want to ruin a good thing!"

From that day on I blew Mike every day after school. When winter arrived, I would go to his house and blow him there. His mom was home so we had to be quick about it, but Mike always came quickly. He just stuck his cock out of his pants and I blew him that way.

I liked him being naked best of all, but I was glad to suck his cock any way I could get it. I began to wonder how often Mike could cum, and one day asked him how many times a day he could.

"Three for sure, maybe more," he said, "But spread out throughout the day – too bad we can't do it in school."

"Maybe we can," I replied, "You cum quickly, so we only need a few minutes of privacy."

"I'm game if you are," he replied.

We agreed to try in one of the boy's rooms in the morning. We picked one at the far end of the building, expecting more privacy. We walked in and went to the last stall. I sat down on the toilet and Mike stood before me, closing the door behind him. I sucked him and in less than a minute he rewarded my efforts with his hot load. I swallowed and we left the boys room. Mike suggested that we try again at lunch time, to which I eagerly agreed.

Our lunchtime rendezvous worked perfectly, so soon I was blowing Mike three times a day – twice at school and once after school. Weekends were easy – I blew Mike at his place or mine, or out in the woods – weather permitting.

I was one happy cocksucker – at least for awhile. I knew I could do dozens of blowjobs a day, but Mike was only reliably good for three times. I'd made him cum five times one Saturday, but he said his balls ached afterwards.

The only way I was going to get more would be to find other guys to suck, which of course might compromise my secret.

Every day that went by I yearned for more guys to suck, but I kept my feelings under control. That is, until one day after gym class when I was in the showers. I always had to keep my back to the other guys so they wouldn't see my hard cock. This time I could see Steve, the guy next to me was stroking his cock and was fully erect.

I needed it so badly my judgement was severely compromised. Without thinking I turned and dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. Steve was surprised but stepped toward me and put his cock in my mouth. I sucked him, grateful for another cock suck. As I sucked, other guys in the shower noticed and gathered around. Soon Steve came and pulled out. As soon as he did, Lee stepped forward to take his place. After Lee I sucked Ed, and then Tom. Once Tom came the bell rang and we had to rush to get dried off and dressed.

The rest of the day I had a lot running through my mind. I'd just blown four more guys, but at what price? Dozens of guys saw me blowing them and soon my secret would be known throughout the school. I knew my life would never be the same.

It certainly wasn't. The guys I blew in the shower approached me often for more, which I gladly gave them.

The difficult part were the five bullies – the same who picked on many guys deemed less manly, but now they had me – a confirmed cocksucker. They were waiting for me after school one day and quickly surrounded me.

They began insulting me, but I stopped them asking, "Would you rather pick on me, or get all the blowjobs you want? If you leave me alone, I'll suck all you want!"

It didn't take much discussion before one of them unzipped and took his cock out, saying, "Prove it!"

I dropped to my knees and sucked him. Soon he came while crying out, "Take that, faggot!"

The next bully took his place, as did each in turn. After blowing all of them, the first said, "Okay, you have a deal, but you gotta blow us whenever we want it." I agreed and went home.

I now had lots of cocks to suck, but thought my life was ruined. It turned out that the bullies valued my work and protected me from others who would harass me. Even though everyone knew I was a cocksucker, nobody dared pick on me.

For the next two years I was one happy cocksucker, swallowing dozens of loads every week. At the end of the school year we moved to another state because my father had taken another job. Now I'd have to start all over again, but this time I wouldn't be so timid about it!

  To be continued . . .

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