I 'm Johnny, and I learned the secrets of manhood from my next-door neighbor, Mr. Baxter when I was only ten. I'm not sure how old he was at the time, but I would put him at about middle aged. He did a lot of gardening and I would often visit him while he was tending his garden.

My parents were glad to have me spending time with Mr. Baxter, because he taught me so much, and it was far better than getting into trouble, like some of my friends did. He taught me a lot about growing plants, and he let me help a lot. Then one day the subject changed.

He said he had to take a leak, turned away from me and unzipped. I could hear him going, which was no big deal – all guys took a leak outdoors when needed. After he was done, he turned around before zipping up, giving me a good look. As he put himself away I said, "Wow, you have a really big wiener!"

He smiled and said, "Thanks Johnny, but the adult word for that is cock, but it's not a word you should use around others until you are a little older."

"How come you are so big?" I asked, "I'm really tiny compared to you."

"You'll get a lot bigger as you grow," he assured me, and then surprised me by asking, "Mind if I take a look?" He led me to a place between some bushes where there was more privacy.

I took out my little cock and showed him. He reached over and took it between his fingers and gently squeezed it. Nobody had ever touched me like that, but it was wonderful! Soon I got a stiffy, which Mr. Baxter told me was called an erection. I learned so much from him and was eager to learn more.

"That feels really great," I said, "Does it feel good when someone touches you that way?" He nodded.

"Would you like to try?" he asked, unzipping after I nodded in agreement.

It took both hands for me to handle him and I was spell-bound as it grew in my hands. It was huge to start out with, but was unbelievable when he was erect.

"Now Johnny," he said, "You must keep this our secret because this is big boy stuff – something your parents might not want you to know."

"Why not? I asked.

"I don't know," he said, "But there are some things that are normally saved for adults."

"You mean like drinking and smoking?" I asked, to which he nodded.

"Once I sneaked a sip of my dad's beer," I confessed, "It tasted terrible."

"That's because it's an acquired taste," Mr. Baxter explained, "The more you drink it the better it tastes."

Mr. Baxter invited me into his house and led me to the bedroom, where he took off his clothes and lay on his back on the bed. He invited me to kneel next to him and touch him again. I took his cock in my hands and soon had him erect again. He told me to wrap my hands tightly around him and move them like I was pulling his cock. Unsure of myself, I did as he asked, fearfull that I might hurt him, but he told me I was doing fine.

He told me to do it faster, and seemed to change as I did, moaning, and asking me to do it faster yet. Then suddenly some white stuff shot straight up in the air, landing on his belly. He told me I could stop, and soon his hard cock began to shrink, but even soft was really big.

"What was that?" I asked in amazement.

"You made me cum!" he said.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, realizing that I'd pulled on him pretty hard.

"Not at all," he said, "It felt wonderful! In a few years you'll be able to cum as well."

He explained about puberty and the changes I'd go through then, and I was eager for it to happen.

"But what this white stuff?" I asked.

"It's called semen, or cum," he said, "You can taste it if you like."

I cautiously put a finger into the puddle of cum on his belly and brought it to my mouth. It was really strong tasting – different from anything else. I didn't really like it at first and told him so.

"That's because it's an acquired taste," he said.

"Like beer?" I asked.

"Kind of like that," he explained, "But there's no reason you can't get to like it now – lean your head over and lick some of it up, so you get more."

I did as he asked and got a much larger amount – it still tasted bad. He encouraged me to try more, and I continued until I'd licked up all his cum. I can't say that I grew to like it, but after a few licks it wasn't so bad – maybe in time I would start to like it.

I had to be getting home for supper but told Mr. Baxter I'd like to continue if it were alright with him. He agreed, and I left for home. That evening I thought about all the wonderful things I'd learned from Mr. Baxter and looked forward to learning even more!

The next day I hurried over to Mr. Baxter's after school. He was pleased to see me and welcomed me inside. Soon we were both naked and I was stroking his cock once again. I was really proud that I could work his cock so well, and soon he was close to cumming. I didn't yet have the skill to know that, but he told me that he was close and suggested that I put my mouth near his cock.

Soon he came, shooting right into my mouth. The taste was strong, but tasted better than yesterday – perhaps I was acquiring a taste for cum. I brought my lips to the head, making sure I got every drop. Mr. Baxter fondled my cock while I was stroking him and had me hard. He told me to come kneel next to his head, and he took my cock into his mouth.

I'd never felt anything so wonderful before. I was still too young to cum, but I could have let him suck me all day long! He sucked me for about ten minutes and then stopped. He explained that when I was able to cum, being sucked will be one of the very best ways to cum, and if I wanted, I could make him cum that way.

The next day I eagerly took Mr. Baxter into my mouth. I didn't exactly know what to do, but he directed me and I tried my very best for him. I really loved the way his big cock felt in my mouth – like it really belonged there. It took a while, but soon he came in my mouth, and I felt especially proud of myself. He praised my work and said with a little practice I'd could become a master cocksucker. I told him I'd love to become a master cocksucker and he agreed to mentor me.

To me this was kind of like the Karate Kid movie – guided by an older mentor, I was going to become a world class cocksucker!

The next day I learned that we didn't need a lot of privacy to suck cock. Mr. Baxter had me kneel between a couple of bushes and then he gave me his cock. Right there in his back yard I sucked him to completion, earning praise from him. Over the next few weeks I sucked him every day, mastering my craft as he taught me new techniques.

After a month of practicing everyday Mr. Baxter told me I'd become a really good cocksucker. "Thank you for teaching me to be a cocksucker," I said, "I really love doing it!"

"As a cocksucker, your work will be appreciated by many," Mr. Baxter said, "But some won't understand, so you have to keep it secret, except from the guys you suck."

"Why is that so important?" I asked.

"Well, you know how some guys like to pick on others who are different?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Being a cocksucker – especially such a good cocksucker," he continued, "Makes you different – in a way that some will value, and some won't."

"But Mr. Baxter," I said, "You are the only one I suck – should I be sucking others?"

"That's up to you," he said, "But every cock is a little different, so the more different guys you suck, the better you'll become."

"I really like sucking you," I replied, "But I think I'd like to try others as well, but how can I do that if I have to keep this a secret?"

Mr. Baxter smiled, and said, "I have some friends who would appreciate a talented boy like you. If you like, I'll be glad to introduce you."

"That would be great!" I said. He said he would see if tomorrow after school would work for his friend.

The next day after school Mr. Baxter drove me to meet his friend, Mr. Mitchell. As we drove, Mr. Baxter let me play with his cock. He told me that cocksucking often happened in cars but cautioned me against sucking anyone while they were driving – if they came while driving they could lose control of the car, so I shouldn't suck the driver of a moving vehicle.

When we arrived at Mr. Mitchell's we were warmly greeted, and I was asked to undress. Mr. Mitchell had me sit on his lap and he ran his hands all over me, finally taking my cock between his fingers and making me hard. He told me what a good boy I was. Then he had me stand up with my feet on either side of him as he sat in the chair. He took my cock into his mouth and sucked me. It felt so wonderful, but since I couldn't cum yet all he could do was get me excited – one day I'd cum and feel the same pleasure I'd given Mr. Baxter.

After a while he said it was my turn, and I eagerly knelt on the floor in front of him as he unbuckled his pants and slipped them down to his ankles. Soon they were off, and he was naked from the waist down, legs spread with a semi-hard cock awaiting my attention. I took it in my hand and studied it, noting how it was a little different from Mr. Baxter's. It's difficult to say what I liked best, but it was always a thrill to me to feel a cock growing in my hands – it was a feeling of accomplishment to make that happen. Once he was hard, I got to know his cock head by kissing and licking it, as Mr. Baxter had taught me. I made Mr. Mitchell moan with delight by simply licking all around the head, giving special attention to the sensitive underside.

Soon he was begging me to suck him, and I gladly took him into my mouth. Like Mr. Baxter's, it felt completely natural in my mouth, and I hoped that one day I'd be sucking many guys. I began to move my tongue around as I sucked, and soon Mr. Mitchell rewarded my efforts. His cum was strong tasting, similar to Mr. Baxter's, but a little different. I knew then that I needed to taste the cum of other men as well.

I continued to hold his cock in my mouth, as I always did with Mr. Baxter. As long as he wanted, I was glad to continue. When he pulled out, I swallowed. Looking up, I saw Mr. Baxter was standing next to me with his cock out, so I eagerly took him into my mouth. I was really grateful to Mr. Baxter for mentoring me, introducing me to a world I never knew existed before.

After he came, Mr. Baxter talked with Mr. Mitchell about having a suck party for me. I didn't know what that was, but Mr. Baxter explained on the way home that Mr. Mitchell would invite a few of his friends over for me to suck. I was thrilled and felt so special that they would do that just for me! Mr. Baxter once again reminded me that all this had to be kept very secret, to which I completely agreed.

The following Saturday Mr. Baxter drove me back to Mr. Mitchell's, where he had two other friends who greeted me warmly. Soon we were all naked and I was sucking one of the new guys (sorry, but I don't remember his name – I've sucked more guys than I can possibly remember). As I did, the other guys were running their hands all over me. One put lube on his finger and slipped it between my ass cheeks, running it up and down, pausing briefly at my hole. It felt kind of strange, and then he pressed in. I was alarmed at first as his finger penetrated me and wiggled around.

He told me to relax and enjoy. I had tightened around his finger, but then relaxed my grip, and after a while it began to feel kind of nice. I had no idea at the time why he was doing it.

"Nice and tight," he said to Mr. Baxter, "How soon do you think he'll be ready?"

"I hadn't given it much thought," Mr. Baxter replied, "He's so good at oral."

Just then the guy I was sucking came in my mouth. As usual I held him there until he pulled out, then swallowed. "He's a damn good cocksucker," he said, "I'll bet he'll be a great fuck!" I had no idea what this meant, but sure wanted to find out.

The guy who was fingering my ass had me sit on his lap while he continued to finger me. By now it was beginning to feel really nice, so I didn't resist at all when he kissed me. At first it was a brief lip kiss, like with my mom, but then he pressed his tongue into my mouth, which grossed me out a bit. I struggled, but he held he tight and pressed his tongue in further. I submitted and his big tongue probed my mouth.

Then he told me to suck him, which I gladly did. I liked his cock in my mouth a lot better than his tongue anyway. This was the fourth cock I'd sucked, and each was a little different. I thought that with practice I would be able to identify a guy by the way his cock felt in my mouth. I ran my tongue all over it, learning its unique contours. It didn't take long before he gave me his hot load.

Next I sucked Mr. Mitchell, while the second guy continued to finger me. It had never occurred to me that my ass could feel that way, but I welcomed what he was doing, and hoped there would be a lot more to come. When Mr. Mitchel came I swallowed, and turned to Mr. Baxter. I knew his cock well and could identity him blindfolded. Moreover it was my favorite cock – he was my mentor and I was deeply indebted to him for the wonderful skills I'd developed. I sucked him lovingly and soon his hot seed flooded my mouth. As I swallowed, my stomach began to feel uneasy.

He noticed that something was wrong and said, "Johnny, are you alright?"

"I feel kinda funny," I said, "Like I'm gonna puke."

He had me lay the couch to rest and explained, "Cum is safe to swallow, but your stomach needs to adjust to higher volumes, like you've had today. Swallowing four adult loads is a lot for a boy your size, so it will take a while to adjust to more."

"How do I adjust for more?" I asked.

"By continuing to swallow as many loads as you can handle – four for now, then we can increase as you are able. Some boys get to the point where they have no limit at all."

I imagined myself one day sucking dozens of guys and all the cum I'd be swallowing. While I lay there my ass was continually fingered while the other guys touched me and sucked my little cock. After about half an hour I felt better. We all got dressed and departed. On the way home I asked Mr. Baxter about fucking and he explained all about it, but said I would need to work up to it, because cocks were a lot bigger than fingers.

If being fucked felt nearly as good as my ass being fingered I was eager to try, but couldn't imagine anything the size of a cock in my little hole! I told Mr. Baxter I wish I was old enough to be fucked and he explained it wasn't a matter of age as how much I could stretch to accommodate a hard cock. He assured me that with practice I could soon be ready for fucking. I begged him to help me prepare.

When we arrived at Mr. Baxter's house he showed me a box of black objects in a range of sizes. They were all shaped the same, a cylinder with a ball-shaped end and a flange on the other end. "These are anal dilators," Mr. Baxter explained, "We start with the small one, and gradually move to larger ones as you open up more. The ball will hold them, in while the flange keeps it from slipping inside completely."

He told me to get undressed and lay across his lap. He lubed a finger and slipped it into me. As usual, it felt great! Then he lubed the smallest dilator and slipped it into me. It wasn't much bigger than his finger and went in easily.

"Want to try a bigger one?" he asked, and I quickly agreed. He lubed up the next bigger one and removed the small one. Slowly pressing against my hole, he opened me up. At first I wasn't sure I could take it, but the ball part slipped in, making me feel really full.

He had me get off his lap and walk around. As I did, I felt the dilator move a little and it felt great! At first I worried that it would fall out, but the ball held it in. Mr. Baxter unzipped and offered me his cock, which I sucked eagerly. It took a little longer for him to cum this time, but soon he gave me his creamy reward, which I gratefully swallowed.

"You do such great work Johnny," he said, "Ready for the next dilator?" I quickly nodded and lay across his lap.

He lubed the next one and removed the one inside me. As he pressed the ball of the next one against my hole I could tell it was much bigger, and wasn't sure I could take it. "Just push a little, like you are going to the bathroom," he said. I did and felt it push in, but with a little pain as the ball popped in.

"That hurt a little," I said, "But it's okay – how big is that one?"

"That's the one-inch dilator," he said, "But the ball is a little bigger. Since it hurt a little, we should stop there for now. You can keep that in as long as you want. I'll give you the next one, which you can put in later if you like – just make sure you go slow and use plenty of lube!"

I thanked him as I got dressed and put the next size dilator in my pocket. It looked huge, but not as huge as the cocks I hoped to receive soon. I went home and continued to wear the dilator throughout the evening, loving the feeling of it moving as I walked, and pressing into me as I sat down.

At bedtime I went to the bathroom and removed the dilator, lubing the next one. I pressed it to my hole and eagerly pushed on it, only to experience an intense pain! I pulled it back and stopped to recover. Remembering Mr. Baxter’s instructions to go slow and use plenty of lube, I put more lube on it and this time pressed very gently. I pushed my anus toward it, as if going to the bathroom and that made it easier to insert. I felt a little flash of pain as the ball opened me further than ever before, but then relief as it slipped inside me.

I went to bed and slept the night with the dilator in. I removed it in the morning and showered before going to school. The lube had dried up, leaving me a little sore, so I hid the dilator in my dresser and went to school without it in.

I couldn't wait to get home and put it back in – I wondered even if I could, or if I'd have to start with the smallest one again at Mr. Baxter's. When I got home, I tried to insert the largest dilator but found that I couldn't without pain. I was able to insert the smaller one, and wore it about fifteen minutes before taking it out. I lubed the larger dilator and slowly pressed it into me, thrilled that it worked.

I eagerly went to see Mr. Baxter, where I was soon naked again. Mr. Baxter explained that the dilators were not meant for wearing long term, and that I should keep them in more than about 15 minutes, but could insert a larger one immediately after removing one.

I lay across his lap and he removed the dilator and inserted the next bigger one. "That's an inch and a half," he said, "By the weekend you'll be ready for cock!"

My ass really felt stretched, but I was really glad! By the end of the week, he had me dilated to two inches, but told me I shouldn't stay open that much or I would be too loose for a good fucking – that I should be dilated enough to receive a cock without pain, but tight enough to fit like a glove around the man fucking me.

The next Saturday Mr. Baxter took me to Mr. Mitchell, who had even more guys there. He told me that I was to suck off as many as I could swallow, and when I reached my limit the rest of the guys would fuck me. I was determined to swallow at least five loads – more if I could.

To my delight I felt no uneasiness after swallowing four, so I eagerly sucked my fifth, wondering how much further I could go. After swallowing the fifth load I felt a little nauseous, so the next guy pressed his cock to my hole, and to my delight he slipped in without pain. It felt wonderful as he went much deeper than any dilator. He took hold of my hips and soon he was pumping in and out of me eagerly. Another guy brought his cock to my mouth and I sucked him to erection, careful not to make him cum.

When the guy fucking me was finished he pulled out and the guy I was sucking took his place. He slipped in easily as well. He was the last guy, so I had nobody else to suck to erection. When he finished, he pulled out. Mr. Baxter put a woman's mini-pad between my ass cheeks so I wouldn't leak into my underwear, then I got dressed.

I'm so grateful for all that Mr. Baxter did for me. He continued to take me to parties every Saturday with more guys each time. Over the next few months my swallowing limit increased to eleven. Mr. Baxter said I'd become a very accomplished cocksucker. I knew I could never have done it without him.

Now, as an adult I continue to blow Mr. Baxter. Mr. Mitchell lost interest in me as I grew up, but Mr. Baxter helped me to find other guys to blow. I'm now married with kids, but suck cock as often as I can. I consider myself straight, but have a wonderful time milking any cock I can get. I wish every boy had the kind of opportunity I had with Mr. Baxter!

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

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)