I 'm Lee, and loved to cum right from the first time. I think it was a little after my twelfth birthday that I shot my first load, and it changed my life. Ever since then I'd jack-off every chance I got – usually three times a day.

The first was in the morning when I'd shower. The second was right after school, before my mom got home from work. The third was at bedtime – a great way to end the day, and it helped me get to sleep. Some guys jack-off in the bathroom, but with five siblings and not enough bathrooms I'd just get started and someone would be knocking on the door, needing to go right away.

On weekends I'd sometimes go the the mall and use the restroom there or the public library. There was a wooded area nearby where I could jack-off from time to time. On some weekends I could jack-off up to my limit, which was five or six, depending on how big a load I shot. I hated reaching my limit because my balls would ache, but it was fun getting there.

As a result, I suppose you could say I was addicted to cumming. Sometimes my parents would drag me with them on a weekend, so I didn't have the chance to jack-off and I'd get really nervous. When I finally got home I felt I would explode, and came quickly when I finally got the chance.

My mom was really conservative and warned me about "self-abuse" as she called it. What a crazy name for something that was nothing like abuse at all! So I had to be very careful about it. At home I would cum into tissues and make sure I flushed them down the toilet, so there was no evidence left.

Mike is my next door neighbor, and two years older than me. One day he caught me jacking-off in the woods, which opened up the opportunity for us to talk about it. He told me there were better things than jacking off, like someone else helping you cum. That intrigued me, and while I was content to jack-off for now, but I was interested in finding out more.

"How does someone else help you cum?" I asked Mike one day, "Do they just stroke you?"

"That's one way," agreed Mike, "But there are better ways."

"Like what?" I asked, eager to find better ways to cum.

Mike showed me a box and opened it up to reveal a strange looking plastic device. "Lee, I think you may be ready for this now," he said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A training cage," Mike replied, "It will help you learn better ways to cum."

"How does it work?" I asked with interest.

"You have to put it on first," Mike explained, "Take off your clothes and I'll show you."

I quickly undressed and Mike took the device out of the box. It was in several pieces and he put it on me. I liked the way it felt when he touched me. I would have been immediately aroused except that I had recently cum.

I watched in wonder as the Mike installed the device on me. It completely enclosed my cock, and there was no room to move in it. My balls were free, however. There was a small loop through which Mike snapped a brass lock.

"There!" Mike said, "All done and you are now ready to begin your training."

"You said this was a training cage," I said, "But I don't see how it has anything to do with training."

"You will," said Mike, "And very soon!"

Mike cupped my balls in one hand and gently massaged them. I was beginning to like this part of the training. My cock began to expand but had nowhere to go inside the cage. Mike continued to massage my balls and my cock hurt, trying to get out of the cage.

"Ok, that's enough," I said, "Take this thing off me."

"Not yet Lee," Mike said, "This is all part of the training. You wear it until I release you, when you've earned it"

"Earned it?" I asked, "How?"

"Easy," said Mike, "Just by sucking my cock."

"No fuckin' way!" I protested, "I'm no cocksucker!"

"Not yet," said Mike, "But you will be."

"What if I refuse?" I asked.

"Well Lee," replied Mike, "That's the only way out of this, but it would take a lot more willpower than you may have, since you would have to remain caged."

"Did you want to start now?" Mike continued.

"Hell no!" I insisted.

"Then go ahead and get dressed," said Mike, "You can still take a leak, and wash yourself with the cage on – it will be awkward, but you'll learn to do it."

I got dressed and walked home. With every step I could feel the cage enclosing me. I was surprised to find that it didn't show through my clothes – at least it was just between Mike and I.

As soon as I got home, I undressed and tried to figure out how to get the cage off. There was a ring that went around my balls, and when I tried to pull at the cage to get it off me, it hurt my balls badly, so I quickly gave up on that.

I knew there had to be a way out – in time I'd discover it.

At bedtime I was unable to jack-off as I was my custom, but I sure wanted to. It took longer than usual to fall asleep – that damn cage was all I could think of!

In the morning I woke up in pain as my morning hard-on was trapped inside the cage.

I had to take a leak really bad but couldn't with my cock hard like this. I got into the shower and sprayed cold water on my cock, which caused it to soften. I pissed right there in the shower and saw another problem – I didn't have a nice stream of piss like before – it splashed around – that was gonna be a problem!

After my shower I got dressed and had breakfast. I realized that I was in serious trouble. Not only could I not cum with the cage on, it was making the rest of my life difficult as well. I needed to get Mike to take it off me.

When I saw Mike at school, I told him I needed the cage removed, and he said he would take it off right after school if I was ready.

"I'm ready!" I insisted, and Mike smiled.

It was difficult to focus on my school work – the cage was uncomfortable, but the worst part was when I had to take a leak again. I got a bathroom pass and walked to the boy's room. How was I going to do this? I thought if I stood at the urinal I'd splash all over and get it on the front of my pants. I went in the stall and sat down – I'd have to pee like a girl! I found that if I moved my cock head a bit I could minimize splashing, but still had to wipe myself off – like a girl. I would be glad when Mike took this off me and couldn't wait to see him.

After school I hurried to Mike's house, where he greeted me with his cock out.

"Wait a minute," I said cautiously, "I'm not doing that!"

"But today you told me you were ready," Mike insisted.

"To get this damn cage off!" I shot back.

"It's a training cage," said Mike, "And I'm training you to suck cock."

"That will never happen," I protested.

"Suit yourself," Mike said, "It's your choice."

"Wait!" I said, "Please take this thing off me, I'm begging you."

"You can make it happen very easily by just accepting your training," Mike said, "But I can see you aren't ready – let me know when you are."

I left Mike, completely frustrated. I needed to cum badly – it had been a full day since my last climax, and I needed at least three a day! I was in an especially bad mood as I got home.

I thought about going to my dad for help – maybe he could find a way to get it off – probably by cutting. Then I imagined him using a power saw, and cutting too far – it made me cringe just to think about it. Help from Dad was out – how could I possibly explain how I got into this mess?

I had difficulty getting to sleep again, and in the morning had to rush to the shower to relieve my trapped erection and full bladder. The cage not only prevented me from cumming, it was changing my entire life!

My parents both asked me if something was wrong because I seemed to be on edge all the time. Of course I couldn't tell them; everything just seemed to be wrong in my life.

Somehow I endured the rest of the week, but felt like I'd go crazy if this lasted much longer. On Saturday I went to Mike and said I was ready.

"Do you want to suck my cock?" Mike asked.

"I want this cage off!" I answered.

"But do you WANT to suck my cock?" Mike asked a second time.

"Hell no, but I'll do it to get this torture device off me!" I said.

"Then come back when you want to suck me," Mike said.

I returned home, not knowing what to do. I thought about it for awhile and realized that while sucking a cock is something no straight guy would normally do, these weren't normal circumstances. What would it hurt if I told Mike I wanted to suck him? A faggot sure would but not me!

On Sunday morning I just couldn't take any more. I called Mike and told him I was really ready this time. He told me that he was going to be gone for the day, but we could meet Monday after school. I needed release so badly – and needed it now.

I struggled through Sunday, now nearly constantly in discomfort as my cock strained inside the cage. Monday at school was no better. Mike told me to meet him in the cafeteria at lunch time. I had no idea what he had in mind, but decided it was best to cooperate.

At lunch time I met Mike, who had his sister Marsha with him. We got our lunch and found a table by ourselves. "I want you to ask me in front of Marsha," Mike said.

I hesitated and Mike said, "Maybe you aren't ready yet."



"Wait," I said, "Mike will you take the cage off?"

"You know that's not what I want you to ask me," said Mike, "You better get this right."

Asking Mike if I could suck him would be humiliating enough, but doing it in front of Marsha was just too much. Then Marsha put her hand on mine and said, "I know this is a big deal for you; don't be afraid just because I'm here."

Somehow Marsha's assurance made it easier, so I force myself to ask, "Mike, can I suck your cock?"

"A little more politely, please," said Marsha. I could tell she was really enjoying this.

"May I PLEASE suck your cock?" I asked.

"Yes, you may," replied Mike with a smile.

We finished lunch and as we got up to leave, Marsha said, "See you after school."

The rest of the school day I thought about Marsha watching me suck Mike.

I arrived at Mike's and found them both waiting for me. Marsha had a video camera set up on a tripod. When I objected, Mike said it was a necessary part of my training, but I was free to leave if I objected.

I needed to cum so badly I knew I had to go along with it.

"Okay, what do I do first?" I asked.

"Take your clothes off and put them on the chair," Marsha directed. It was clear that she was as much a part of this as Mike, and there was nothing I could do about it, so I got undressed as directed.

Mike unzipped and took out his cock and told me to get on my knees. Marsha aimed the video camera as I opened my mouth and took Mike in. This was so humiliating but I had no choice. Actually Mike's cock felt alright in my mouth – it was the idea of what I was doing that was so bad. Mike told me what to do and I followed directions as well as I could. Soon Mike said, "Here it comes!", and I knew the worst part was about to happen.

I felt his hot cum squirt into my mouth. It was a strong taste – unlike anything else. How could I let Mike cum in my mouth? But I did, with two people witnessing me do it!

"Just hold it in your mouth for now," said Mike.

Then Marsha said, "Turn toward the camera and open your mouth." I did and she zoomed in.

"Now swallow and open again," she said. I did and realized that she just documented that I had Mike's cum in my mouth and swallowed.

"Okay," I said, "I did what you asked, now get this thing off me!"

Marsha approached and removed the brass lock. "You can do the rest," she said.

In my hurry to get free I got pinched between the parts, but soon I was free, and my cock needed to cum badly!

"The cage has done it's job, and helped you learn to suck cock," she said, "But now that I have you on video there is no need for the cage."

"What do you plan to do with the video?" I demanded.

"Nothing, as long as you cooperate," Marsha said, "I'm sure you wouldn't want this to get out at school, or for your parents to see."

"That's a really rotten thing to do," I protested.

"And it's entirely up to you," Marsha said, "You've done a good job for your first time, and you'll get better with practice."

It now dawned on me that I'd be sucking Mike regularly. In fact, that's just what I did every day for the rest of the week. Marsha was there every time, but instead of running a camera, she fingered herself to climax.

One day Marsha approached me at school and invited me to have lunch with her. I was surprised to see that Mike wasn't with her, but it allowed me to get to know her better.

"Lee," she began, "Nothing turns me on more than watching a guy give a blowjob, and I love watching you."

"I noticed that you really got into it," I agreed.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Not yet," I replied, "But I'd like to have one."

"How about me?" she asked.

"Are you serious?" I asked, "You're a really hot babe!"

"And you know how to get me even hotter!" Marsha said.

"But how would it work?" I asked.

"Just like any boy/girl relationship," she explained, "We go out on dates, spend time together, make out, and from time to time I watch you suck."

"Sounds good to me!" I said.

Lunch was over and Marsha kissed me on the cheek and said, "You'll get a better one after school today."

After school I met with Mike and Marsha. She pulled me close and pressed her lips to mine, parting my lips with her tongue. It was electrifying – I'd never kissed a girl before, and now to kiss like this was incredible!

"Let's get undressed," she said, and I wasted no time in getting naked. My cock was already nearly hard, but when she took hold of me I was fully hard almost immediately.

Mike came in and unzipped, taking out his cock for me. Marsha gave me a small bowl to shoot my load into, and told me to stroke while sucking Mike, but not to cum until after he does.

I knelt before Mike and set the bowl between my knees. I sucked him quite willingly this time, since Marsha had changed my entire outlook. (The truth is, sucking Mike had also become my favorite jack-off fantasy.)

Masha fingered herself as she watched, and I enjoyed watching her out of the corner of my eye. Mike commented that my sucking had greatly improved, and my eagerness really showed. In a few minutes Mike rewarded my efforts, puting me over the edge, and I shot my load into the bowl.

Mike zipped up and left Marsha and I to continue. She told me to bring the bowl to her. She laid back on the couch and poured my cum on her belly, right into her navel. "Now lick it up," she said, and I immediately brought my lips to her soft skin. After licking up the puddle I dipped my tongue into her navel to get the last of it.

Then she told me to put my face on her pussy. I'd heard guys talk about this, and it never sounded very good, but I braced myself and pressed my face to her, pressing my nose between her pussy lips into her wetness. From what I had heard, I expected to gag on the smell, but Marsha smelled faintly of soap and perfume, with an additional fragrance that I soon learned was what a clean wet pussy smelled like.

"That's fine for now," she said, "I just wanted to give you an introduction. Your oral skills are going to be put to good use there. How do you like it?"

"Different," I admitted, "But pretty nice – I'd heard bad things about it, but I look forward to licking you."

"Most girls don't clean themselves well," Marsha explained, "They think a guy should like going down on them when they smell like an old fish! I'll always be clean for you."

I thanked her and returned home.

My relationship with Marsha was just like any other boy/girl relationship, with enhanced sexuality. I counted myself to be very fortunate to have a girlfriend like Marsha. It was well-worth blowing Jeff as often as needed just to date his sister!

In time Marsha became more adventurous and asked me if I would suck other guys. At first I resisted. I actually liked the idea of blowing other guys, but was afraid that word would get out at school. I liked being a cocksucker, but didn't want everyone to know about it.

Eventually I gave it (as I always did with Marsha). She would bring guys home for me to blow, but made them promise not to tell, or they wouldn't get any more. That worked, and in a few months I was blowing half a dozen different guys, in addition to Mike.

Marsha and I stayed together thoughout high school and got married after we graduated. Now Marsha and I go out to bars, where she finds a guy she likes and seduces him. She has a way of getting guys to do what she wants (myself included). Marsha likes to watch me suck in a variety of adventurous situations. Sometimes in the parking lot, or behind a trash dumpster. She often lets the guy feel her tits while I suck him. Afterward we will often go back in and Marsha will find another guy for me to suck.

When we get home Marsha's panties are soaked, and she removes them quickly. Soon my face is pressed to her soaked pussy and I lick her to yet another climax.

Now, after twenty years of marriage Marsha is just as hot as ever, and we share cocksucking adventures regularly.

I gratefully remember the training cage that changed my life so completely!

Special thanks to my online friend Alex Brocklebank for providing the inspiration for this story

  To be continued . . .

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