I 'm Noah, a guy who has greatly benefited from the kindness of others. I'm not like most guys – my mother described me as developmentally disabled – something I didn't really understand, other than I was different from most other kids.

In school I was in the Special Education classes with other kids like me, though we were each different in our own way. I was assigned Brian, a regular student as my helper. He helped me with reading, learning to make change, and other important things. We became really good friends.

I lived alone with my mother. My father left years ago. I remember they used to argue about me. I didn't understand what it was about, but I knew it was about me. I don't think my father liked me, but my mother really does.

Sometimes she has to go out and rather than leave me alone she invites Brian to come over and stay with me. We were watching TV one time and I saw a newborn calf nursing on their mother's milk. I commented on how cool I thought that was, and Brian said could give me some of his milk.

"You aren't a cow!" I said, chuckling.

"No, but I can give you a mouthful of special milk," Brian said.

"Now that I'd like to see!" I said, sure that Brian was teasing me. Then Brian completely surprised me by standing up, unzipping, and taking out his penis. I had never seen another guy's penis before and watched with interest.

"If you suck this just right," explained Brian, "You'll get some milk."

I laughed and said, "You're teasing me – all you can do with that is pee in my mouth!"

"I would never do that!" Brian insisted, "We're friends, aren't we?"

I nodded, and asked, "So how do I get your milk?"

Brian explained that I just took him in my mouth and gently sucked, being careful not to touch him with my teeth. He would guide me and if I did it right I would be rewarded with some nice warm milk. I'd never heard of anything quite like this, but I was eager to give it a try, and soon Brian's penis was in my mouth.

It felt kind of nice in my mouth – it was a special closeness between the two of us. His penis got bigger as I sucked. I was afraid it would be too big for my mouth, but it stopped growing before then. I moved my tongue around as Brian directed, and liked the feel as I slid my tongue all around him.

"Here it comes!" Brian said, and suddenly I felt his penis begin to pulse and then squirt into my mouth. "That's it!," he continued, "Now swallow – swallow all my milk!"

I did, but soon it was over, and Brian pulled out, and asked me how I liked it.

"It was really cool," I said, "But it tasted kind of bad."

"Sometimes it does at first," Brian assured me, "But it gets better with practice."

"Then let's do it again," I offered.

"Hold on," Brian responded, "I can't do it again so quickly – I need to rest for a while."

We continued to watch TV, but my mind kept replaying what had just happened. I knew it was very special, and Brian cautioned me not to tell anyone – it was just something between very special friends, and that we certainly were!

My mother was due home soon, and Brian said he was ready for another milking if I wanted to try. I quickly agreed, and once again he was in my mouth. It took longer this time, but when he finally gave me his milk it was still very strong tasting, but was a nice sort of taste, and I knew that soon I would really like it.

My mother arrived home and thanked Brian for visiting with me. After he left she asked how the day went and what we did. I wondered if she suspected anything – I just said we watched TV, and nothing more was said.

The next day in school Brian worked with me on my lessons. When we were alone, I asked him if I could milk him again and he said we couldn't just then, but I could stop by his house after school. I couldn't wait for the day to end.

I arrived at Brian's house and he welcomed me in. "We have to hurry because my parents will be home in half an hour," he said.

I got on my knees and soon had Brian in my mouth. It only took a few minutes before I was swallowing his milk again – and this time it tasted even better. I wanted a lot more of that milk!

I walked home from Brian's house, enjoying the unique after-taste – so glad that Brian was sharing his milk with me. In the weeks to come I milked Brian every day after school, and several times a day on the weekends. I told him I would milk him as often as he was able, and he said he was giving me all the milk he had.

Then he asked, "Would you like to milk other guys?"

That had never occurred to me but sounded great, so I asked how that could happen.

"I'll invite some friends over after school and you can milk them as well," he said, and I quickly agreed.

The next day Brian had his friend Jeff over and I eagerly sucked his penis. It was a little different from Brian's but felt good in my mouth as well. When he gave me his milk it tasted a little different, but still really good. As he pulled out, he said I was a really good cocksucker.

He left immediately and I continued with Brian. Soon I swallowed his milk and then hurried off home.

The next day I thanked Brian for arranging for me to milk Jeff. Brian said he knew others who would be glad to give me their milk. Then I asked Brian what a cocksucker was.

"That's a very private word you shouldn't say in most places," Brian explained, "Cock is a vulger word for penis, and you milk but sucking it."

"Am I really a good cocksucker?" I asked.

"You certainly are," Brian assured me, "But don't tell anyone – it's just between you and the guys you milk."

I continued to milk Brian every day after school, and sometimes he would have a friend over – sometimes two or three. I told him it was really nice to milk one guy after another, and Brian asked if I would be interested in milking a large group.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Sometimes on the weekends a group of guys have a little party and I thought you might like to be there and milk them all," Briand explained, "There might be a dozen guys in all."

"Wow!" I said, "That would be so cool – yes, I'd love to!"

On the day of the party I went to Brian's house and he drove me to his friend's house. We went downstairs to the recreation room, where a bunch of guys were drinking and watching a movie with naked people doing things I didn't understand. Brian had already told everyone about me, and soon I was on my knees milking as I loved to do.

He didn't take much work at all before he gave me his milk. He pulled out of my mouth and I was surprised to see another guy right behind him. Soon I was milking him as well, until I'd swallowed the milk of seven guys. There were more guys there, but they said they would catch me later.

It didn't take long before the guys were lining up again – some for the second time. There was no time for conversation – I had my mouth full and loved every moment of it!

After I finished milking the second group of guys, one of them, Jerry, sat down next to me and said he really liked my work. He was an older guy and went to the local college, where he belonged to a fraternity. He asked if I would be interested in meeting his friends at the fraternity, and I quickly agreed. I had no idea what a fraternity was, but if there were guys I could milk, I was definitely interested!

I continued to milk Brian daily, going to parties whenever I could, and occassionally visiting Jerry's fraternity, where I never knew how many guy's I'd milk, but it was always a lot! They were a really friendly bunch of guys. I didn't even know most of their names, yet they freely shared their milk with me – it was wonderful.

Things changed when I graduated from high school. I continued to live with my mother for a while until her health declined and she had to move into a nursing home. I went to an adult foster care home, where I lived with five other guys, and the homeowners.

Sometimes Brian would come to visit, and I would take him to my room and milk him. One day Mike, the owner of the home walked in on me, but quickly apologized and left. Later he asked me about it and I told him I loved milking men. Soon I was milking him as well, and word soon got to the other guys. Before long I was milking all of them, in any room of the house that was convenient.

One day Mike asked me if I knew what a glory hole was. I did not, so he explained it. I asked why anyone would use a hole for that and he explained that some guys liked to get milked without anyone knowing who they were.

When I first started milking I thought guys were doing me a favor, but soon realized that they liked it too, and Mike told me that if I would be interested in milking guys who put their cocks through the hole, there would be a lot more available to me. I agreed to try, and he told me there would be some specific times and days for me to do it.

There was a factory just down the road, and Mike said that shift change was between 4:00 and 4:30 pm weekdays, and guys would stop by on their way home from work. The glory hole was in a closet, with a hole cut into the back wall. Guys would enter the next room and soon I'd see a cock waiting for me. It seemed really strange to see a cock coming out of a wall, but I eagerly sucked it and soon got my reward. The glory hole gave me more milk, faster than I'd ever had before, and soon I worked it every week day. After a few months Mike added evening hours on Friday and Saturdays, and soon I was getting more milk than ever!

I still see Brian at least once a week, and always enjoy milking him. He truly changed my life, for which I am forever thankful!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)