I 'm Mike, and at age thirteen I longed to suck cock. I loved to find gay porn online and soon cocksucking became my favorite jack-off fantasy. I was ready to suck any cock offered to me, but that wasn't something that routinely happened -- at least not until I became the neighborhood cocksucker.

There were some high school guys (Ed and Tom) who built a tree house a few houses from mine. I knew they would often hang out there and smoke or drink beer if they could get it. I also knew they had a stash of girlie magazines. Sometimes I would sneak into the tree house when they were gone and look at the magazines. Even though I wanted cock, I still found the girlie magazines fun to look at.

I always was careful not to make noise as I climbed the ladder, so I wouldn't attract attention. Sometimes I would see them jacking-off to the girlie magazines and wish that I could be blowing them instead. Then it hit me -- why not just ask? I don't know why such an obvious think didn't come to me before.

Once I decided to ask, I climbed up the ladder quietly several times a day. I would peek in, and most of the time they were gone, or present, but doing something else. Finally, after about a week I caught them jacking-off. I just paused and watched as they stroked their hard cocks, much bigger than my small boy-cock. Now faced with the opportunity, I found myself speechless, so I just continued to watch. Then Ed saw me and said, "Hey! A little privacy here!"

Now caught, I had to act. "Sorry to interrupt," I said, "But would you like some help with that?"

"Help? What kind of help?" asked Tom, and after thinking a moment asked, "Do you suck?"

"Sure," I said, hoping my inexperience wouldn't be obvious once I began.

"Then get your ass up here and suck," said Ed, and I scrambled into the tree house. I reached Ed first and took him into my mouth while he gazed at a girlie magazine. His cock filled my mouth but I was in heaven. With my tongue I studied the contours of his cock and then began running my tongue back and forth under his cock head, which really seemed to turn him on.

"Damn!" he said, "I'm gonna cum!"

I continued sucking as I felt his cock begin to pump his hot seed into my mouth. It was strong tasting, and unlike anything I'd ever experienced, but I was delighted to get my first load. I stayed on his cock until he pulled out, then I swallowed and began to suck Tom.

His cock was a little longer than Ed's but not as thick. I quickly learned the feel of his cock in my mouth and in only a few minutes received my creamy reward. It tasted a little different from Ed's cum, but had the distinctive manly taste I quickly grew to crave.

"You're a pretty good cocksucker," Tom said as he pulled out, and Ed agreed. I felt proud of a job well done.

How about coming by every day for more? Ed asked, and I quickly agreed. We set up a specific time for me to come to the tree house so they would be there and ready for me. From that day forward I sucked off both of them every day, after which I would go home and jack-off to the memory of it. It never dawned on me that word of my cocksucking would spread. I really should have asked Ed and Tom to keep it a secret, but it never occurred to me.

Then on time I arrived to discover three other guys (Sam, Lee and Buck) had joined them. Ed explained that because I was such a good sucker that it was only right to share with others. I didn't like the fact that they told others and invited these three, but soon they each took their turn and fed me their loads. I asked them to keep this a secret and they agreed, as long as I continued to suck them when needed.

I quickly agreed. I was a little nervous about word getting out, but sure liked having five guys to suck. The three new guys needed it nearly every day as well, so I was swallowing plenty of cum.

No more new guys showed up, so I presumed that my secret was safe, but somehow word got out and guys I didn't know approached me for blowjobs. I could have just denied it, but then I wouldn't get to blow them, so I agreed and we found a place to do it. I quickly learned that there were nearly limitless possible places suitable for blowjobs, especially with horny guys who came quickly. All that was needed was a couple minutes of privacy, which could be found even in highly public places.

It seemed like every guy on my street knew I was a cocksucker, and out of curiousity I listed the names of every high school or middle school guy in the neighborhood. There were twenty-three and I'd sucked all but four of them! I made a point of seeking out those four and found that they all knew I was a cocksucker, and soon I was sucking them as well.

I would never be able to keep up with twenty-three if they needed it every day, but fortunately most did not. Still I would give between five and ten blowjobs a day, but sucked nearly all of them on weekends. I didn't have any particular plan for sucking -- they just came to me at random times, so I just hung out need the tree-house and they would come to me there, and I'd suck them off behind a bush.

I really loved cocksucking, but it was taking up my entire day, so I told the guys that I'd be sucking for a specific two-hour period. They arrived in small groups and soon I had a suck-line going. It was truly amazing. The guys in line would have their cocks out, stroking themselves to erection, and would usually be in my mouth less than two minutes before cumming.

Then I discovered that my stomach couldn't handle large volumes of cum at one time. Near the end of the suck line it was all I could do to keep from puking, but fortunately I made it to the end without incident. I went home and lay down, worried that in large volumes cum might be poisoness. I rested, hoping it would get better, so my father wouldn't have to take me into a hospital and find out I'd swallowed so much cum! By dinner time I was feeling fine, but decided to change my suck schedule to two one-hour periods, four hours apart.

The new schedule worked perfectly, so I avoided the nausea of too much cum. What I didn't realize was that by still swallowing nearly a dozen loads at a time that I was building a tolerance for cum.

I really loved the suck lines, and usually didn't even notice who I was sucking, unless the cock was unusual. Occasionally guys would invite a friend from another neighborhood and I'd notice it when I felt an unfamiliar cock in my mouth. I'd often hear comments like, "Wish we had a neighborhood cocksucker." I liked being the neighborhood cocksucker. It seemed that everyone who should know, did, without unwanted people finding out. Specifically, I didn't want my parents to find out -- they would really freak out! As long as no adults knew I was safe.

Then one day while I was sucking I recieved a cock bigger than any I'd had before -- it was an adult cock belonging to Mr. Malquist, who lived three houses from me. I didn't know how he found out, but once his cock was in my mouth I just did what I did best. He took a little longer to cum and from time to time would press into my mouth, making me gag, but I loved the feeling of this manly cock!

He gave me an especially strong tasting load, which I gratefully swallowed. As he pulled out he said, "Come see me sometime tomorrow," and departed.

The next day between suck sessions I walked to Mr. Malquist's house and in invited me in. "You are a very accomplished cocksucker," he said, and I thanked him.

"Do your parents know?" he asked.

"No," I said, "I'm sure they would be really upset if they knew."

"Probably so," he agreed, "I'm surprised that you are sucking so many without even more people finding out."

"Would you be willing to suck at a private party I hold once a month?" he asked. He explained that he holds parties for men who would appreciate my talent, but I would have to be naked and allow them to touch me. That sounded really great and I quickly agreed.

The parties were held on a Saturday night, typically from 8-10pm, in the basement of Mr. Marquist's house, which he had finished off as a recreation room, with a pool table, bar and wide-screen TV. I was always completely naked and guests would handle my boy-cock and sometimes slip a lubed finger in my ass while they watched porn. The light was dimmed, so I couldn't always see who I was sucking, but over time I got to know the feel of their cocks in my mouth. This usually ended with my sucking them off, sometimes while other guys touched and probed me.

I didn't know most of the men, but a few were neighbors I recognized. I continued to suck at the monthly parties, while sucking the neighborhood boys. I was a lucky (and very busy cocksucker). In the beginning I worried about people finding out, but by now my daily routine seemed really safe.

I didn't do suck lines at the monthly parties, but would suck guys sitting on a couch, moving from one to the other from one end to the other. As one guy unloaded in my mouth I'd move to the next while another took his place. Everything went well for months, then at one party I sucked as usual, but just as I finished sucking in the subdued light I heard the man say "Mike, is that you?"

I looked up and saw that it was my father. I was screwed! I was sure that life as I knew it was at an end, when he said, "When you finish up here, come home and see me."

He left and I continued sucking the rest of the guys, but my heart wasn't in it, worried about what would happen to me at home.

I returned home and found my dad waiting for me. We went into the back yard to talk. "You've got quite a secret hobby," he said. I remained silent. He continued, "Mom doesn't have to know about this -- especially my being at the party tonight -- got it?"

"Yes sir," I said, trying my best not to upset him.

"Since you are such a good cocksucker, I'll be coming to you and expect good service -- got it?"

"Yes sir" I said, and my dad sent me on my way, warning me to be careful who found out.

Everything went back to normal, except that now I was blowing my dad as well. Usually he would stop by my bed late at night, while sometimes he would take me for a ride in the car, where I would often suck him as he drove.

  To be continued . . .

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