I 'm Bradley, a fourteen year old guy living deep in the Bible Belt. I think religion is a bunch of crap, but I'm surrounded by religious fanatics. They don't think they are fanatics, but I sure do.

My parents drag me to church on Sunday and Wednesday evenings and I have to pretend to be a good Christian. I can't wait until I'm older and can move away – anywhere from here!

I have to be especially careful when I jack-off. My mom caught me once and freaked out. She made a big fuss with my dad and he and I had a long talk. He told me about saving myself for marriage, which just sounded like a bunch of crap. I almost felt like telling him I wanted to suck cock, but that would make a lot of trouble for me. One guy in my church had to confess to the congregation that he was queer, and went through some sort of faith-based "cure", which was just a bunch of brainwashing.

So I just kept quiet while my father lectured me. In the end he told me he understood my having urges, but if I need to act on them I should be very private about it. He was referring to jacking-off, of course, but I was thinking about cocksucking, and certainly intended to be very private about that!

I thought about cocksucking a lot, and it was my favorite jack-off fantasy. I would sometimes daydream in school about sucking the guys in my class, but I didn't dare even show any interest.

One day the guys in our neighborhood were playing "Capture the Flag" – kind of a battle simulation in which each team had a flag on a stick that the other team tried to capture. We tried to sneak up on the other team to get the flag, but if we were tageed by two guys we were "out" and taken prisoner. Each team had a rudimentary stockage that formed a "jail". Prisoners were handcuffed, and sat out the rest of the game.

My team capture Jim, who was two years older than I was. I was chosen to guard him while the game continued. It was kind of boring, and I hoped someone would come take my place so I could be in the fun part. Guarding Jim was boring, but that all changed.

"I gotta pee," Jim said. I took Jim to the corner of the stockage for him to pee, but then he said, "How am I supposed to with my hands cuffed – you gotta let me out."

"I don't have the key," I said, but Jim said he had to go real badly and asked me to help him.

My mind was racing – I thought about unzipping him and handling him – I sure wanted to, and maybe this was a chance to do so without anyone knowing I liked it.

"Okay," I said, "But don't you tell anyone about this!" Jim promised.

Slowly, I unzipped him and put my hand though the open zipper, and into his shorts. It was easy when I did this for myself, but kind of awkward doing it for Jim. I took hold of his cock and took it out. I'd never touched another guy's cock before and I was absolutely thrilled to be doing so.

Jim's cock was soft, but he was clearly bigger than I was. I held him as he pee'd. When he was done I couldn't resist giving his cock a squeeze before I put it away. Jim let out a little moan, which encouraged me, and I gave it a couple more squeezes and stroked it a few times. I was in a mental fog of arousal and soon stroked Jim to full erection. That was just too much for me, and I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth.

It was like a dream-come-true, finally sucking my first cock. It felt so perfect in my mouth – like it belonged there. Jim was moaning louder and I knew he was getting close. Then he began to shoot his hot load into my mouth.

It was strong tasting and unlike anything else. I was so thrilled to get my first taste of cum, and knew I'd want a lot more of it.

Suddenly my fog of arousal was broken when Jim said, "Oh no! We're gonna burn in hell for this!"

I pulled back and quickly swallowed Jim's load. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"This has got to be about the most sinful thing a guy could do," Jim said, "You can't tell anyone about this or we'll both be in trouble."

I agreed, completely surprised by Jim's sudden change of heart.

For the next couple of days I was scared to death that Jim would confess it and I'd be exposed.

I saw him at the Wednesday night church service, and when the pastor invited anyone to confess their sins and receive prayers of forgiveness I feared my life would never be the same, but the only confession was from a woman who confessing problems with gambling – I gave a sigh of relief.

After that I worried less but knew there was always a possibility that it would come out. I saw Jim nearly every day, but we didn't talk about what happened. I was so glad I did it – then I could jack-off to real memories and not fantasies. Most of all I'm glad I found out what cum tastes like. I would never have expected anything like that, and sure wanted more – if only Jim would want it again.

One day Jim brought the subject up, much to my surprise. "You remember what happened when we played capture the flag?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "I'll never forget that."

"I'm curious," he continued, "Did you really enjoy doing that? It sure seemed like you did."

"Yes, I enjoyed it," I admitted, "It's hard to explain, but just something I'd wanted to do for a long time."

"Have you done it with other guys?" Jim asked.

"No," I replied, "Only with you. I can't take the chance of my secret getting out in the backward society we live in."

"I know what you mean," he agreed, "It seems like everything you enjoy is a sin of some kind."

"That just means we have to keep it a secret," I replied, "If you ever want me to do it again for you, I'd be glad to."

"I really liked it," Jim responded, "And I've been thinking about it and really want it, but I'm not sure I can bring myself to do it again."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

"Well, maybe so," Jim answered, "Maybe if my hands were tied it would be different."

That sounded like it might be fun to try. We went into my garage and found some rope. I tied Jim's hands behind his back and he said, "Now I'm at your mercy – you can do what you want."

I got to my knees and unzipped Jim. Reaching into his shorts I found that he was already partly hard, so was more difficult to get out, but soon his big cock was out for me to enjoy. I took him into my mouth and soon Jim was moaning with pleasure. I eagerly moved my tongue around, looking forward to his tasty load. All the time I was surprised just how wonderful his cock felt in my mouth. I was sure that cocks and mouths belonged together, and regardless of what others may think, I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

Soon Jim rewarded my efforts as he pumped his load into my mouth. That wonderfully singular taste was something I would never grow tired of receiving. This time I just held it in my mouth afterward.

Jim pulled out of my mouth and I untied his hands. "I better go now," he said, and was gone – without even thanking me. I suppose he should have thanked me but sucking him off was enough for me. I held his load in my mouth for about ten minutes and then swallowed. Even after swallowing, I had a wonderful aftertaste, reminding me of what I'd just done.

The next day Jim approached me and said, "Thank you Bradley for taking care of me – I'm sorry I rushed off without even thanking you."

"Did you feel bad afterward?" I asked.

"A little bit," Jim acknowledged, "Not like the first time, but I felt a little guilt – I sure wish that didn't happen."

"Maybe it will get a little better each time," I said, and Jim said he hoped so. I offered to suck him any time he needed it, and he agreed to let me know when he needed it.

From that point forward we would meet about once a week in a private place. Jim would bring a short length of rope for me to bind his wrists. Of course, I wasn't really forcing him, but pretending seemed to help him, and I enjoyed the role play as well. After a few months he no longer needed to be bound and would hold my head or run his fingers through my hair as I sucked him. That was very special to me, making me feel especially close to Jim. Our friendship grew as I continued to blow him – it was far better than any of my other friendships. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to blow my other friends, but I didn't dare try to find out.

I continued to blow Jim throughout high school and beyond. When he married, I thought I would be out of luck, but soon welcomed him back into my mouth whenever his wife was having her period. Before long I sucked him even more often, learning that married guys soon get less sex than unmarried guys, but I was glad to take good care of Jim whenever he needed it.

I discovered that the local adult bookstore had glory hole booths, and worked out a deal with the manager. In return for blowing him, I could suck at the booths as long as I wanted for free. Eventually I settled into regular hours for sucking, and I soon had a number of guys anonymously feeding me their cocks through the hole. While Jim was the only guy I knew that I sucked, I usually sucked ten guys off every day – including Sundays!

I couldn't help wondering how many of the guys at church had cum in my mouth – most of them, I hoped!

  To be continued . . .

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