I 'm Gary, a middle school student who has long dreamed of sucking cock, but didn't dare do it. There was a gay guy in my school that everyone picked on, and I wanted no part of that, so I kept my secret desire to myself.

Cocksucking was my favorite jack-off fantasy. I would usually cum just as the fantasy cock unloaded into my mouth – I wanted so badly to feel real hot cum squirting into my mouth! I often watched gay porn online and imagined myself being the sucker. I found tutorials that described how to give blowjobs, which I read with great interest. I discovered that my older sister had a dildo hidden in her dresser. I would borrow it and practice on it. I loved the feel of the head, running my tongue all over it, yearning for the real thing. But I didn't dare try it for real – it was just too risky.

But one day I gave in to a moment of weakness. I went into a boys room to take a leak. A guy was standing at the urinals so I stood at the one next to him, hoping to get a good look at his cock. In some restrooms it's easy to see cocks, but this one had modesty screens between each urinal, making if difficult.

I stood back a bit so I could see around the screen, and sure liked what I saw. Of course, I tried to be unobvious about it, not wanting to alert the guy that I was watching. I guess I wasn't very good at that because he definitely noticed and turned to face me.

"Like what you see?" he asked, "Take a closer look if you want."

"Oh, sorry," I said, embarrassed at being caught and turning away.

"Hey!" he said, "Don't pretend you aren't interested – take a good look!"

I was stunned. I knew this was a bad idea, but I really wanted it, so I turned and looked.

"I'm Jim," the guy said, "And I'm glad to share – go ahead and touch it."

I reached and took his cock in my hand. I'd never touched another guy's cock before, or even seen one this close before. I liked the way it felt – especially the way it enlarged in my hand. I began to stroke it and he said, "Go ahead and suck it – you know you want it."

I didn't know how he knew that, but he was dead right – I really wanted to suck him but didn't dare. Yet I continued to stroke him to full erection.

"You really got me going now," Jim said, "You really should suck me now."

Time seemed to stand still for me. It was like I was in some sort of trance. I really wanted to suck him but was terrified to really do it. Yet I was really tempted.

"Come on," urged Jim, "I really need it and you know you want it."

How he knew was beyond me, but he sure called it right – how could he know? "Here?" I replied, "What is someone comes in?"

"Okay, then let's go into a stall," replied Jim, "Come on." He walked to a stall, hard cock bobbing up and down. I followed and entered the stall. I sat down and Jim entered, closing and latching the door behind him. He stepped closer and brought his cock inches from my face. Now in this setting I realized that I just couldn't refuse to suck Jim – it just wouldn't be polite after leading him on so much. I opened my mouth and he entered.

Finally after all this time I had a cock in my mouth and it was thrilling! I just felt so right. I moved my tongue around like I had practiced so many times and soon Jim assured me, "You're a really good cocksucker!"

A cocksucker – that was such an insulting term, but it fit me. After years of wanting it, I was finally a cocksucker and glad of it! I continued to suck Jim, eager for my first taste of cum. In a few minutes I felt his cock enlarge a little and then felt it pulsing as he pumped his hot load into my mouth.

The taste was amazing! I really didn't know what to expect, but the strong taste was unlike anything else. I was thrilled to feel the hot squirts and wonderful taste. I held him in my mouth until he stopped pumping and pulled out. I wanted to hold his load in my mouth, but was so eager for my first load that I swallowed, and was delighted to have a strong aftertaste – a wonderful reminder of what I'd just done!

I was so thankful for this, but now began to worry about word getting around school. "I need you to keep this secret," I said to Jim.

"Sure," he agreed, "Just give me your cell phone number so I can contact you for more."

"I'm not sure about that," I responded.

"What's not to know?" asked Jim, "Your a darn good cocksucker and sure seemed to like it! You're not gonna stop at just one, are you?"

He was right – now that I'd sucked him, I knew I wanted more, so I agreed and gave him my number.

We left the boys room, and I knew that my life would be forever changed. I was glad that I was able to suck Jim privately and it seemed like I'd be able to continue sucking him without endangering my reputation. Jim texted me the next day and asked me to come to his house after school, to which I eagerly agreed.

When I arrived at his house he let me in and immediately took out his cock once the door was closed. He wasted no time, so I didn't either. I dropped to my knees and sucked him. Jim was a lot more vocal now that we were in a more private setting.

"Suck that you faggot," he said, "You know you need this!"

That seemed a little abusive, but I knew it was true. I'd never thought of myself as a faggot, but I clearly was, so I didn't make a fuss about it – I was getting what I really wanted. Now that I knew what cum tasted like I was more eager than ever for Jim's load, and soon he gave it to me. He thanked me and sent me on my way. It was all over in less than ten minutes!

I later learned that what I just did was called a "blow and go". That was a good description of what I would doing quite often in the future. I enjoyed it but realized that I was ready for another. I suppose that's why a lot of cocksuckers suck multiple guys, but I had only one. I was lucky to connect with Jim, who could keep my secret. I knew that if I blew other guys I would increase my risk of exposure.

I thought about blowing Jim every day, but he only called upon me three or four times a week. I could have sucked him that many times a day. As much as I longed for other guys to suck, I didn't dare. Then one day I arrived at Jim's house and he had two freinds with him – Stan and Vince.

"I know you want to keep this secret," assured Jim, "But you can trust these guys, and I think you'll enjoy them."

Since they already knew, there was no point in making a fuss, so I dropped to my knees and sucked all of them in turn. Stan was longer much longer than Jim, but thinner. As I sucked him he often pushed in and gagged me. That was uncomfortable, but I coped as best as I could, hoping to be able to deep throat one day. Vince was shorter than Jim, but very thick. I pressed my nose to his pubes so I could take him in all the way. Without gagging me, he really filled my mouth. I found myself putting my hands on his ass as I sucked, making it easier to pull him to me. As a good host, Jim went last. While I wasn't thrilled about two more guys knowing my secret, but sure loved getting three loads of cum, one right after the other! It was a cocksucker dream-cum-true!

I gave Stan and Vince my phone number and found that they wanted sucking more often than Jim, so now I was giving one or two blowjobs every day (and occasionally three). I was pretty happy with the arrangement, until more guys got invited. I loved the additional cocks to suck, but worried that some may give away my secret.

After a few months there were over two dozen guys I was sucking regularly. On a typical day I'd suck five or six – sometimes more, but never had a day without sucking. It seemed worth the risk to be such a happy cocksucker!

Then a horrible surprise happened – a guy in one of my classes asked if I sucked cock. "Where the hell did you hear that?" I demanded.

"I don't know," he replied, "Word gets around."

It sure did! I soon discovered that nearly every boy in my school knew! People began treating me differently – mostly being less friendly, though a few were openly hostile. I feared that my life was now in the dumper.

As long as everyone knew, there was no reason to refuse blowjobs, so I was sucking more than ever. That included many of the football team. That worked to my advantage because they began to look out for me. I remember when someone called me a worthless faggot in front of one of them.

"Leave him alone if you know what's good for you!" the football players said, "If you were smart you'd be availing yourself of his services. Some of them actually did. I enjoyed being called a faggot by guys I blew, which was becoming a larger group as time went by.

I was very relieved when everything settled down. Then the worst thing that happened was people who seemed a little cold toward me, which was a small price to pay for all the cum I was now swallowing. Now I often did ten or more blowjobs a day, which was absolute bliss for me.

What surprised me was the way girls were friendly to me. I was surprised at first, but one of the girls confided that the girls felt "safe" with me. I got it – they thought of me as "one of the girls." Most guys would have been insulted by that, but I realized that as a cocksucker I certainly wasn't as macho as the guys they dated.

So it really didn't bother me at all – I was getting more sex than anyone else at school – just not the kind the rest of the kids have – but it was exactly the kind of sex I truly loved.

It didn't take long before Linda asked me, "Is it true what they say about you – do you suck off the boys?"

"Yes," I affirmed, "It's true – why?"

"The other girls wanted to know," she said.

"But you wanted to know as well?" I asked, and she nodded. Perhaps they needed confirmation that I was a faggot – now they had it. As it turned out there was more too it, and Linda invited me to meet with a group of girls at lunch. I agreed but had no idea what it was about.

At lunch time Linda brought me to a table with seven other girls. They all were very friendly and seemed genuinely glad I was there. "So what's this all about?" I asked.

Marsha, a buxom cheerleader began, "Well, you know we have our periods every month?" I nodded.

"That's a time we don't have sex," she continued, "And our boyfriends badger us for blowjobs. None of us want to do that and make them settle for handjobs."

"That sounds reasonable," I said, "So how to I figure in?"

"Some of our boyfriends are beginning to flirt with other girls during our periods," Marsha explained, "And we thought if you could suck them, they wouldn't have reason to mess around with other girls."

"So you want to send your boyfriends to me for blowjobs?" I asked, quite surprised at this development.

They all nodded, and I agreed, and asked for a list of their names. If they all came to me, that would be an additional eight guys spread out throughout the month. When I reviewed the list, I saw that I was already blowing three of the guys regularly, so there were only five new guys.

Marsha cautioned me that I was only to "fill in" for the girls during their period – they expected their guys to always put them first. I didn't tell them that I was already servicing three of their guys – they wouldn't be happy about that!

They had good reason to be concerned. A lot of guys think that a blowjob is the absolute best way to cum. Some even told me that as long as they have me, they don't need a girlfriend – girls were more trouble than they were worth.

For the rest of my time in school, all the guys knew they could get a blowjob from me any time they wanted, and that kept me very busy. We worked out creative ways to do it during the school day. Some guys arranged to use independent study rooms, where I would blow as many as five guys. Of course there were the various boys rooms. After school I met guys either at their homes or in a park area where we could walk into the wooded area for cover. Gym class was an entirely different situation. One of the football players negotiated with the coach to let the class break early for extra time in the showers and locker room, where I would blow everyone in the class who wanted it. In return, I would blow the coach in his office.

Cars were another popular venue. It turns out that unless a guy takes a long time to cum, there are endless places suitable for blowjobs. Teenagers always cum quickly, so I had a lot of cum to swallow every day!

After graduation I thought I might have to start looking for guys to suck, but those who remained in town had my number and continued to enjoy my mouth. Some went off to college and others joined the military, but they usually made a point of looking me up when they returned.

Some of the girls got married and asked me to service their husbands to keep them from wandering. My initial moment of weakness turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me – it changed my life forever!

  To be continued . . .

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