M y name is Jim, and I learned all about sex from my new neighbors when I was just fourteen. I'd been jacking off for two years, wishing to have my first in-person experience. I'd jacked-off with friends before, and was seriously tempted to do something with them, but we all kept our distance – all protecting our straightness.

Our next-door neighbors were an older couple who kept to themselves. They had a swimming pool in their back yard that hardly ever got used. I remember peering over the stockade fence that surrounded their back yard, wishing I could take a dip on hot days.

All that changed when they sold their house to a younger couple in their twenties. Thomas was a bicycle salesman for Whitmore Bicycles and Melanie (she preferred to be called Lanie), was a waitress at a local seafood restaurant. She worked 2p-10p. I rarely had any conversation with her as she would be at work before I came home from school.

They were very generous about sharing their pool with me. Thomas told me I could swim any time I wanted as long as he or his wife were present, for safety reasons. So on really hot days I would be waiting for him in his pool area.

One day he came home early and had a friend with him and they were both naked in the pool, when I came around the ivy covered fence. I wasn't sure what to say or if I should just leave, but then he saw me and smiled and waved me over. As I walked over, I noticed that neither had a tanlines, so they were used to being naked outdoors. When Thomas pulled himself out of the pool, his cock was standing up. He sat on the edge and patted for me to sit down next to him. So I did and he introduced me to Joe, who was his brother.

As Joe climbed up the ladder, he also had an erection. I knew that you only got an erection if you were having sex, but they weren't. Then Joe sat down next to me so that they were on either side of me, so close that their legs were touching mine. I couldn't help but stare at their hard cocks. Thomas noticed and invited me to hold them. I nervously reached and took his cock in one hand, and then Joe's in the other. I never had touched another guy's cock before, but loved the way they felt. I squeezed them in my hands and began to stroke both of them.

"You seem to be good with cocks," said Thomas, "Why not take off your clothes and then take us all the way?" Since I was experienced in jacking-off, I knew what he meant though I'd never done it for anyone else. I let go of their cocks and shed my swim trunks as I got into the pool. We were all at the shallow end, so I could stand there as I resumed stroking both men. The water was warm from the hot southern sun and I loved the way it felt on my bare skin. I was right handed, and that was the hand I used on Thomas, and did a better job stroking. I got Joe hard, but I knew Thomas was close to cumming.

"Put your mouth down there," Thomas said. Without even thinking about it I brought my mouth to his cock and opened as he shot his load into my mouth. It was my first taste of cum and it was a vivid experience! It was strong, and unlike anything else – I knew this was really special, and I swallowed, just now realizing that I was no longer completely straight. I let go of Joe with my left hand and resumed stroking him with my right hand, able to do a better job with my dominant hand. Soon Joe came in my mouth. His load was also strong, but tasted slightly different, but both loads shared a soon-to-be familiar taste I came to think of as simply a manly taste.

Words can't describe how I felt. I didn't entirely understand what was happening to me, but both men had cum in my mouth and I swallowed – for me it was like a new discovery – I didn't know at the time that guys had been doing that forever – for me it was a wonderfully special experience. I thanked both Thomas and Joe and said I'd love to do it again. They assured me I'd have the opportunity. I went home and replayed the experience in my mind over and over again. That night I jacked-off as I thought about it even more.

The next day I went to see Thomas after school, hoping for a repeat of yesterday. "Joe isn't here," he said, "But you can certainly do me – how would you like to learn to do it hands-free?"

"Jacking-off hands-free?" I asked, "How does that work?"

Thomas was eager to show my and unzipping right there and took out his cock. "It's called cocksucking," he explained, "And I think you'll like it – just take me into your mouth."

I eagerly dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, and it was a life-changing experience! His cock felt really good in my mouth – like it truly belonged there! I wasn't very skilled at sucking, but Thomas taught me how to move my tongue around, especially focusing on the sensitive underside of the head. My tongue traced the contours of his cock as I got to know Thomas in this especially intimate way. I was in a dream-like state as I sucked, so grateful to Thomas for sharing this wonderful experience with me.

After a while I felt his cock swell just a bit before pulsing and pumping his hot load into my mouth. This was even better than yesterday, and I joyfully received his manly gift.

Now I was a cocksucker, and wanted all I could get. I wanted to suck Thomas every day after school, but he said that was too often for him. I ended up sucking him three or four times a week, as well as Joe, whenever he would visit. Thomas also invited other guys over, and I was delighted to suck every one of them.

One day I arrived at his house to find the pastor from our church there. I'd never sucked anyone I knew before, except for Thomas. The pastor assured me that it was alright and that it was just between us – nobody else would ever know. I sucked him and after he came he told me that he'd like me to suck him every Sunday after the church service. I didn't know how that would work out, but he planned it perfectly.

Each Sunday after the service there was a social hour in which everyone gathered in the activity hall for refreshments and conversation. I was to come to the pastor's office where I would blow him, after which we would both mingle with the others. He came very quickly – I would have liked to have sucked him longer, but his load was the most important to me, and I was glad it was so easy to get. After that I looked forward to going to church!

I loved cock that I wanted to suck as many as I could, but knew I had to keep it a secret. That was a difficult problem. Cocksucking had become an obsession for me. Whenever I saw a guy, which happened all the time, I couldn't help but think about their cock and what it would be like to suck him.

It was especially difficult in the showers after gym class. I had to face away from the other guys and hold my towel in front of me to hide my erection. It wasn't very big, but still, I didn't want anyone to know I was aroused. One day Coach Howard spoke to me when I was dressing and asked me to stop in his office. I did, and he began, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"No," I replied, "Not that I know off."

"I know it can be difficult for a boy like you," he replied, "But I couldn't help but notice that you had an erection."

"That happens some times," I confessed, hoping to change the subject, "I'm not sure why, but it sure is inconvenient."

"You were doing a good job of hiding it," Coach said, "But it usually isn't just something that randomly happens – do you like boys? Some guys do."

"No!" I insisted, "I like girls – I'm not into boys at all, except for their cocks!" I didn't intend to say that last part – it just came out, and I wished it hadn't.

"I see," Coach Howard replied, "So you are straight, but like cocks." I nodded, while not saying anything further.

"That's not all that unusual," he said, "But you know it isn't socially acceptable, so you have to be secretive about it." Again I nodded.

"I'm good at keeping secrets," he assured me, "So if you would care to come over to my house, you can enjoy my cock." I thanked him and said I'd love to. I agreed to come to his house after school today. I wasn't sucking Thomas today, so that would work out well.

I arrived at the coach's house and he greeted me. He was just wearing a bathrobe, which he quickly parted to reveal his naked body beneath. He was really muscular, and while his cock was only semi-hard, it was impressive in size. I dropped to my knees and he entered my mouth. His cock was bigger than I'd sucked before, and a bit difficult for me. I sucked as well as I could, and Coach Howard encouraged me, calling me a really good cocksucker. Soon he rewarded my effort with his hot seed. He thanked me and I thanked him as well. After that I sucked the coach on the days I wasn't sucking Thomas – I loved having a cock to suck every day!

One day Coach Howard told me to take off my clothes and suck him while I was naked. That made the sucking even better. After he came, Coach saw that I was hard, and began to suck me. I'd never been on the receiving end before and it was amazing. I came quickly, and now had a new outlook on cocksucking. Until now, I'd sucked for my own pleasure and arousal, but now that I knew how wonderful it felt, it was like a calling to a spiritual mission, and from that point forward I knew I was doing something truly wonderful for the guys I sucked. I will always be grateful to Coach Howard for giving me that incredible insight.

Now cocksucking was even more special to me, and I tried my best to figure out how I could suck more cocks while remaining secretive about it. Then one day at lunch time I overheard a conversation from a nearby table. The guys were describing a men's room at a nearby beach that had a hole in the wall between stalls. Guys would stick their cocks through the hole and get sucked.

I had no idea what this was called, so I just thought of it as a "mystery hole." After school I rode my bike out to the beach and went into the men's room. There were three stalls, and I looked into each one. No hole in the first stall, but there was a hole several inches across between the second and third stalls. I had no idea how this would work, so I just went into the third stall and sat down. I took out my cock and stroked for a while, careful not to cum. Soon someone entered the stall next to me and stood there, taking a leak. I looked through the hole, admiring the cock before me. I didn't know if I should call out and offer him a blowjob – this was all so new to me. Fortunately for me, he noticed me looking through the hole and turned to face me, bringing his cock to the hole. I moved my mouth to the hole as the cock came through and slipped right in.

This was an amazing experience. I was sucking a complete stranger and loving every moment of it! As I sucked, I heard him whispering to me what a good cocksucker I was. Cocksucker may be a derogatory name, but I loved it. As I felt the contours of his cock with my tongue, I wondered if I'd be able to recognize him if I sucked him again. Soon he came and I eagerly swallowed, then thanked him. He said nothing but zipped up and departed. I waited for almost half an hour before the next guy came in. This time I pressed my mouth to the hole to show him my waiting lips. When I felt his cock head against my lips I opened them to receive his manhood.

The thrill of sucking guys anonymously was undescribable. I could be sucking almost anyone, and imagined important people, like the mayor and police chief, secretly feeding me their cock from the other side. The glory hole was truly a wonderful invention indeed! Soon I received his load, swallowed and thanked him.

I wanted to wait for more cocks, but had to get home for supper. I knew I'd be back!

And so I was – immediately after school I'd suck either Thomas or Coach Howard, and then ride my bike to the beach and work the mystery hole. I usually got to suck two or three cocks there, but one day I was in for a surprise. The guy I sucked was really vocal. As I sucked he said, "Damn! You're a natural – you suck like my brother used to!" Since we were completely anonymous, he could imagine that I was indeed his brother – fine by me, if it makes the blowjob better for both of us! After he came I thanked him, as usual, and waited for him to leave. I always waited awhile before going home so the guy I just sucked wouldn't see me – I liked the anonymity the hole gave both of us.

When I emerged from the men's room I was shocked to see that my uncle was waiting for me! He greeted me and invited me to go for a walk with him. I asked him if my father really used to blow him, and he said it wasn't my father, but his other brother, but he was really glad that I was a cocksucker, and promised me all the cum I could swallow. I knew that sucking at the hole, I could be sucking people I knew, but never really expect it to ever happen. This all seemed really strange, but it proved to be another life-changer for me.

My uncle explained that the hole I called a mystery hole was actually called a glory hole. There weren't many around, but he would tell me of all he knew. He taught me all I needed to know about glory hole etiquette. He liked to suck as well, and sometimes we would both be in a stall together, taking turns, and sometime simultaneously sucking the same cock, each licking a side of it.

On one such occasion, the guy we sucked waited outside for us to come out. "Father and son?" he asked.

"Uncle and nephew," my uncle answered, and the guy gave us his address and invited us to party with him on the weekend. We did, and I enjoyed many new cocks.

I made a note of all the glory holes my uncle told me about and tried each one. My favorite one was in the basement of the courthouse. There was a lot of traffic there, and I found that if I skipped school I could spend most of the day sucking anonymous cocks. I couldn't see who I was sucking, but tried to notice their shoes, which were visible under the stall. Most were plain black, but a few were distinctive enough to be identifiable. After sucking awhile, I would take a break and walk through the building, trying to see if I could spot the shoes. I did once and found that it was one of the security guards who monitored the metal detector at the door.

One time as I got ready to suck, I could not only see shoes, but the bottom of a black robe, and knew that I was about to suck a judge. I was thrilled to suck such a prominent figure, and did my very best for him! He must have liked my work because he returned on other days.

The glory holes served me well all through school, but now that I'm an adult I go to Adult Book Stores – especially those with movie arcades. A few have glory holes, though most do not. I just leave my booth door unlatched, and when guys open it I invite them in for a blowjob, which most accept.

I still suck Thomas and Coach Howard and will probably do so for life – I owe them so much for all they taught me!

Special thanks to my online friend Jim A., whose experiences inspired this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)