I 'm Kyle, a cocksucking jock. I've always been bigger than most guys my age, and athletic, doing well in many sports. I grew up in a super-conservative town in east Texas. It was a very religious area, dominated by Southern Baptist. It was a dry county, so you couldn’t even get a beer in a restaurant! Perhaps that’s an unlikely environment for someone to want to suck cocks, but there wasn’t much else to do – at least that’s the way it seemed to me.

Any other cocksucker would get picked on, but they quickly learned not to mess with me – they all learned that a blowjob was far better than picking in someone.

I was fascinated with cocks ever since I was a kid and had a few friends I would play with. We would handle each other's cocks long before we were able to jack off.

One day I got the idea of holding a cock in my mouth. I don't know why I did it – it just seemed like a neat thing to do.

It turned out that my friends loved it, so I sucked them regularly. None of us could cum yet, so it wasn't exactly a blowjob, but I loved it.

One of my friends told his older brother, and soon I was sucking him. He was huge compared to my friends, and he could cum. I was amazed when he did, flooding my mouth with his sperm!

I continued to suck my friends, but asked them to tell their older brothers, and some ended up in my mouth. I was still closeted then – not by choice, but simply because few knew about me.

That all changed when I got to middle school. We had gym class and had to take showers. Surrounded by all those cocks I just couldn't help myself. I offered to suck a couple guys, and one accepted.

Kneeling there in the shower, I sucked him off while the other guys watched. Soon many were lining up for their turn.

At first there were only six guys, but as more of them were able to cum, their numbers grew – a blowjob was a lot better than jacking off!

Gym class was taught by our football coach, who caught me sucking in the shower. He told me to come to his office when I was dressed. I thought I was in trouble, but he was surprised me. He told me I had to limit my sucking, so nobody was late for their next class – otherwise there might be trouble.

He also said he could use my help, so I would often get a pass to come see him when he didn't have class, and ended up blowing him regularly.

That worked out great until high school. The coach was an elder at our Baptist church and quickly took me aside. He said he wouldn't stand for any of my perversions. I could be on the football team, but if he ever caught me being a faggot I would be thrown off the team and expelled from school. Worse yet, when my father found out it would be all over!

I went over a week without sucking, and all my friends had to go back to jacking off. Then I found I could meet them one at a time in various places around town, but I really missed the group suck sessions.

Then the answer emerged out of thin air! My parents were very religious – overly religious. They went to church every Sunday morning AND again in the evening. I hated going, and they finally let me stay home from the evening session, as long as I went in the morning.

I told my friends to meet me in the garage behind our house during the evening service. It was great, and I could usually suck a dozen or more!

During the social time after the morning service I made a point of reminding my friends of the service I would be giving that night.

While my parents are on their knees in church, I was on my knees, grateful for the tasty blessings I received.

Special thanks to my online friend Kevin, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)