I 'm Jimmy, a fourteen-year-old boy who has the hots for Tina, a sexy girl who lives down the street from me. She is well developed for her age, with breasts that were the envy of older girls.

I complimented her on her breasts and longed to see them. We began texting on our phones, where I felt bolder, and said things I wouldn't have said in person.

One Saturday morning I texted her as she was undressing to take a bath, "How about sending me a pic of your lovely titties?"

Her curt response was, "No thanks."

I persisted, and replied, "Come on, I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"You first," was her reply.

My little boy cock was already hard, so I slipped down my pants and took a picture. I sent it and eagerly awaited Lisa's picture.

I knew she was probably naked in her bathtub now, and hoped she had her phone with her. After ten minutes I got a shocking response, "Dude, this is Tim, I can't believe what you just sent my sister!"

Tim was Lisa's brother, a high school guy I barely knew. He must have picked up her phone while she was bathing. I panicked, and dashed off a reply, "Sorry, that was a mistake."

"Damn right it was – you just violated a Federal law!" he replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Distributing child pornography can land you in jail! I should report this."

"Please don't," I begged.

"If you come right over, we may be able to work something out," Tim replied.

I quickly agreed and departed for Tim's. I had no idea what he had in mind, but I knew I'd have to do it. I expected to have to work for him, like maybe wash his car.

When I got there Tim greeted me and took me to his bedroom. Lisa was still bathing and didn't even know I was there.

We entered Tim's bedroom and he closed the door behind us. "Here's the deal," he began, "You take care of me and I'll delete your text – otherwise you go to Federal prison."

I had no idea what he meant until he unzipped and took out his cock. I had to find some other way out of this and begged him not to make me do it.

"I'm not forcing you," Tim insisted, "This is entirely your choice, or would you rather be locked up?"

Tim stroked his cock to erection as I deliberated. I sure didn't want to, but what choice did I have? Hoping it would all be over quickly, I dropped to my knees and took Tim's cock in my mouth.

It actually wasn't bad – much easier than I thought – it was mainly the humiliation that was bad. I had no idea what I was doing, but followed Tim's directions, hoping it would be over soon.

In a few minutes I felt his cock enlarge just a bit, then it began squinting his load into my mouth. It tasted so bad I thought I would puke.

"Swallow now," he said, "Swallow it all."

I swallowed, hoping to get the taste out of my mouth, but it left an aftertaste that was even worse!

Tim zipped up and showed me that he was deleting the picture I sent Lisa. We left his room and encountered Lisa in the hallway. She was surprised to see me, but before either of us could speak, Tim handed her phone to her.

Angrily Lisa said to him, "I told you not to mess with my phone, you turd!"

Tim just turned to me and said, "Thanks for your help."

I said nothing, and just departed, too embarrassed even to talk with Lisa.

On the way home I reflected on the blowjob I'd just given. It really wasn't so bad, aside from it being a disgusting act. I was actually kind of glad I did it, since I'd been curious about it – just not enough to do it of my own accord.

Most of all I was relieved to have avoided trouble. A blowjob was a small price to pay for that.

About an hour after I got home I received a text from Tim. Attached was a picture of me sucking him – I was shocked, never expecting anything like this. It was a crystal clear picture that unmistakably showed me sucking cock.

I texted him back, "What's this about?"

His reply was, "I just wanted you to know that your secret is safe with me as long as you continue to suck me."

My heart sank – now he was blackmailing me! He could easily show the pic to Lisa, or send it to lots of people I wouldn't want to know. Once again, he had me in a bind. I just texted back, "Okay."

A few minutes later he texted me to come to his house at 1pm tomorrow (Sunday). I reluctantly agreed.

On Sunday I arrived at Tim's and he led me into the back yard, which adjoined a large wooded area. He led me on a path into the woods and soon we were at a clearing.

"Take your clothes off," he directed. He was calling the shots, so I had to go along with it. Once naked, he handed me a bag an told me to put it on.

I opened the bag and there was a lavender bra and panties – probably Lisa's. I balked but he insisted, claiming that it would be so much better.

I reluctantly complied. I was surprised to find they fit, probably because I was thin. It felt humiliating to be dressed in that way, but at the same time kind of exciting. My little cock made the panties bulge in the front.

Tim noticed and reached out, rubbing the bulge and saying, "This seems to suit you well."

Then he unzipped and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. I actually was beginning to like sucking Tim. As long as it was just between us, what harm could there be?

Then I heard something and abruptly stopped sucking. "Keep going," Tim said, "It's alright."

I didn't know what was going on but decided to go with it. In a few minutes Tim came, once again filling my mouth with his seed. This time was different – I liked the taste – it was still was strong, but now it just seemed different.

Tim pulled out and I swallowed. The familiar aftertaste was enjoyable now. The as Tim stepped aside, I saw another guy behind him. I looked beyond him and saw four more. They all had their cocks out and were stroking themselves to erection.

I didn't like getting pushed into this situation, but knew I was in a weak bargaining position, so I went along with it, sucking off the remaining five guys.

As I sucked, I noticed that most of them were taking pictures with their cell phones. That greatly increased my risk, and I didn't like it. After the last guy came, I swallowed, stood up and said, "Okay, You guys got pictures of me to jack-off too," I announced, "But if you want me to keep sucking you, you better keep my secret safe – or it's all over!"

They all seemed to agree, but I didn't know I could trust them. I had no choice, so I had to hope for the best.

On Monday I approached Lisa, hoping to continue with her, but she was like ice to me. "I saw you blowing those guys in the woods yesterday – and in my underwear!" she said, "I'm not about to have a boyfriend who is a sissy faggot!"

I felt so humiliated I wanted to just disappear. I wanted her so badly, but my chances with her were clearly ruined. Fortunately there were plenty of other girls.

Tim continued to want me to blow him and his friends each weekend. I did so, wearing Lisa's bra and panties. The guys seemed to be keeping my secret, and it became the highlight of my weekend.

Unfortunately, my prospects with girls was irreparably damaged. Lisa told all her friends, and soon all the girls in school seemed to know. Some of the girls told their boyfriends, and soon guys in my own school were demanding blowjobs.

That freaked me out at first, but after I blew several of them it seemed that it was working out okay. Soon I was blowing guys during school as well as after school, and then the high school guys on Sunday. I worried that somehow my parents might find out, but I was very careful.

Then one day everything came crashing down. An elder from our church came to see my dad, and informed him that I was involved in homosexual activities with a number of boys. He offered to pray with him and suggested that he consider enrolling me in one of the faith-based "cures".

After he left my dad called me to meet with him and my mom, exposed my cocksucking. I had to think fast and told them that I was bullied into doing it initially, and then blackmailed into continuing.

"Did you like doing it?" he asked.

"No!" I insisted, "I like girls!"

That lie saved me. My dad didn't think that faith-based cures worked, and if were straight, there was no need. But he insisted that I stop sucking immediately, and suggested that I start to seriously date girls. He says I may be a little young to date, but it would be good to reinforce my straightness. I told him that none of the girls would date me because of the rumors about me.

My dad agreed that was a problem, but it was my problem to work through. The main thing was that I had to stop sucking. I agreed because I had no choice, but knew it was impossible – the girls wanted nothing to do with me, and the guys would still make me suck. Besides that, I'd grown to love cocksucking and it's creamy reward!

It was all MY problem until church on Sunday. That's when half a dozen people approached my dad and said they would be praying for me.

He left church really pissed, now realizing that many others knew of my sucking. All the way home he kept telling me it was all my fault, and that I was grounded all day. I begged him to let me go out, not wanting to miss my Sunday afternoon sucking. But he wouldn't budge, saying that he and my mom would be figuring out how to get out of the mess I created.

I had a crummy day, all alone, thinking about the cocks I was missing, but helpless to do anything about it.

At dinner time my dad announced their decision – we would move to the next town, east of us. I would be in a new school and could make a fresh start. We would leave our current church and find one in the new town. That solved the problem of girls for me, and I looked forward to exploring the wonders of their bodies!

But I wouldn't be sucking cock. Well, maybe it was a blessing – I loved to suck, but sure didn't like being known as a faggot. I could now put all that behind me and resume the normal life I had before Tim made me a cocksucker.

Dad said it was going to cost him $1500 to get out of our apartment lease, and I would have to work to pay him back.

All this taught me a valuable lesson: keep things on the down-low, and don't get caught!

A month later we were settled in the new town and I was dating girls again. Dad encouraged me and gave me some condoms, imploring me not to get any girls pregnant!

But I just couldn't put cocksucking behind me. I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I was unable to jack-off without thinking about it. I longed for a cock in my mouth, and really missed the taste of cum.

Finally I texted Tim. He was upset that I had just disappeared. I apologized and explained, saying that I really wanted to continue the Sunday sucking. We agreed to resume the next Sunday.

On Sunday I thought about sucking Tim and his friends all through church. After church I had lunch and rushed out the door. Tim was over four miles away, so it would take me about half an hour to get there on my bike.

I arrived and found eight guys waiting for me. I dropped to my knees and got to work. I sucked each guy eagerly, anxious to taste their cum – it was something I knew I needed, and vowed to never go so long without.

I returned home feeling wonderful! During the week I was straight and romancing the girls, while sucking the high school guys every Sunday.

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

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)