I 'm Drake, and was only ten when I first touched another guy's cock, and that changed my world! Actually I didn't even know it was called a cock – I just called it a wiener. We only had one bathroom in the house I grew up in, so we often had to wait for others. One morning while my dad was showering, I really had to pee. Normally I'd just go pee outside, but my mom was nearby, and she got mad when I did. She said it was such a dirty thing to do – I didn't get why it bothered her so much.

I couldn't hold it much longer so I knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I could come in and pee. Dad said it was okay, and I went in to relieve myself. As I was peeing, Dad pulled back the shower curtain and for the first time I saw his cock. It was enormous, especially compared to my tiny little one.

"Wow, you got a really big wiener!" I said in disbelief.

Dad just chuckled and said, "Yours will grow – just be patient. And by the way, the adult word is cock, not wiener."

I thanked him and said the word "cock" – what a strange name for it, but this was all so new to me. I began to reach over to touch Dad's cock, but quickly drew back, not sure if it was alright. "It's okay," said Dad, and I took it in both hands. It was so big I couldn't get on hand around it. I wondered how Dad held it while he pee'd, but then I realized that his hands were a lot bigger, too.

As I handled Dad, his cock grew before my eyes and his already huge cock grew even bigger and harder. As Dad moaned, I asked, "Am I hurting you? I'm sorry."

"No," said Dad, "It's good – really good – keep doing it." Soon Dad was fully erect and I said, "Now you got a stiffie!"

"It's called and erection, or 'hard-on'," corrected Dad, and I took note of those new words. I never thought I'd be getting a vocabulary lesson this way!

Dad reached down and stroked his cock and said it would be good if I could do it like that. It took both hands but soon I was stroking him, and soon he made a grunting noise, like I'd hurt him, and some white stuff shot out of his cock and landed on the bathroom floor.

"Did that hurt?" I asked, fearing I'd done something terribly wrong.

"No, that was really great!" he said, "You made me cum!"

"I did what?" I asked, never experiencing anything like this before.

"It's something that happens when you are older – in a couple of years for you – it feels wonderful – you'll see."

"I thought I hurt you," I said.

"You just did something really nice for me," Dad said, "But let's just keep this between us – Mom doesn't understand these guy things."

He sure was right about that! Mom freaked out just from my peeing outside – she'd really get upset about this. I was glad that it was something Dad could share with me.

Nothing more was said about it for a while. I just accepted it as one of the many things Dad and I shared, like going canoeing and fishing. I spent a lot of time with Dad, but the times I liked the best were when we were alone together and could just do guy stuff – things that Mom just didn't get.

Like stuff as simple as throwing a ball back and forth – we did that a lot, and when I joined the Boy Scouts, Dad volunteered and went on campouts with my troop. I liked that, but it was even better when we were alone together. Dad would take me on hikes on some of the nature trails, and it was a great time to talk about guy stuff.

"Dad," I began on one of those walks, "I really liked it when you let me touch your cock and give you an erection, and especially that other thing."

"Other thing?" Dad asked.

"When I made your cock squirt, but it wasn't pee," I responded.

"Oh, yes, when you made me cum!" Dad affirmed.

"Yeah, that was really so cool," I said, "I'd love to do it again – could I?"

"I don't see why not," Dad said, "I just jacked-off before we left home, but I could cum again later today, and I'll let you do it."

"What did you mean when you said you 'jacked-off'?" I asked, always eager to learn.

"It's something you do to make yourself cum," Dad explained, "But you're too young right now – you'll be able to in a few years."

"Maybe until then I can make you cum," I said. Dad said nothing but had a funny grin on his face.

We got back from our hike and had something to eat. Then Mom left for town and said she would be gone shopping for a few hours. As soon as she left Dad invited me to join him in his bedroom. He took off all his clothes and lay on his back on the bed. His big cock was soft, but quickly responded to my touch, and soon I had him fully erect. I knelt next to him on the bed and stroked him, now enjoying his moaning – knowing it was pleasure and not pain that I was giving him.

He told me to pull him harder, which I did, but feared I would pull his cock right off. Dad just seemed to like it even more. I was startled to see his cock squirt the white stuff way up into the air, landing all over, since I was still pretty new at this. Dad told me to get a washcloth from the bathroom, which I did. He wiped up the white stuff (which he called cum as well) and thanked me for doing it so nicely.

That experience really brought Dad and I together, and soon I was making him cum several times a week. As I learned to recognize how he was responding, I knew when he was about to cum, and also learned that Dad liked it when I pushed his hard cock up toward his head and against his body. I did that as he came and his cum ended up in a neat puddle on his belly, making it much easier to clean up.

I thanked Dad for teaching me so many new things, and one day he asked, "How would you like to make me cum, hands-free?"

"I don't know what you mean," I replied, "Is this some kind of mental telepathy, where I just think you into cumming?"

Dad laughed and said, "Nothing so elaborate – you just use your mouth."

"How does that work?" I asked, and Dad explained that I should just take the end of his cock into my mouth and suck it, running my tongue all over it as I did.

Dad's cock looked much too big for my mouth, but I only needed to get the end in (which I learned was called the “head”). If felt kind of strange in my mouth, but good, and I wondered how many of my friends were learning the many things I was – Dad was always keen on my education.

I stroked Dad as I sucked him, but he assured me that I could make him cum without using my hands, so I let go of his cock and sucked as Dad instructed me – moving my tongue around and keeping my teeth off him. Learning from Dad was so much better than any learning at school!

I wasn't sure I was doing it right, but in a few minutes Dad said, "Here it comes!" and suddenly I felt his cock pulse as he shot squirt after squirt into my mouth! It was warm and really strong tasting, different from anything else, but I was so glad to get it. I just held it in my mouth, not sure if it was safe to swallow – I didn't want to ruin this moment by getting sick.

I kept Dad in my mouth as he pumped his cum into my mouth, and then he pulled out, saying, "It's perfectly okay to swallow – it won't hurt you, and you might grow to like it."

I swallowed and said, "I already do!"

"There's plenty more where that came from!" Dad assured me, and I asked if we could do it again. He smiled and said he needed time to recover before we could do it again, but two hours later I was sucking Dad as he sat on the couch. Doing it with my mouth was really convenient, because I could do it nearly anywhere and there was no mess to clean up afterward!

Dad and I grew ever closer, and soon he would invite me to go out with him just so I could suck him off, or "blow him" as he called it. There were so many new and special words I was learning, but Dad cautioned me that they were private words I shouldn't use at school. I had no idea that it wasn't normal for ten-year-old boys to blow their fathers – to me it was simply the most natural thing in the world!

I would play with my own little cock and found that I could easily get hard, but wasn't able to cum, until one wonderful day I did, and now I truly understood how wonderful it was! When I told Dad about it, he took my little cock in his mouth and sucked me off – that was even better than jacking off!

Now I fully understood the wonderful pleasure I'd been giving Dad for the last couple of years and did it with ever more enthusiasm. One day some of the neighbor boys my age invited me to jack-off with them in the woods. I joined them and soon we were all pulling our cocks. To me, it seemed kind of funny to see all my friends pulling on their tiny little cocks, but it was all we had to work with. I reached over and took one of the cocks in my hand and began to help.

"Wow!" the boy said, "That's even better!" Soon I had him shooting his cum on the ground. By now I'd been blowing Dad for over a year, and it seemed a waste to just shoot onto the ground, but this group thing, which I later learned was called a "circle jerk" was all new to me.

Word got around and I was invited to lots of circle jerks with many groups of guys, and they always asked me to help, which I was glad to do. Some days I would jerk off ten or more guys, and the more I did it, the more they wanted, but it just didn't seem right to waste all that cum.

Then one day instead of jacking the guy off, I just got him hard and then sucked him. That caught him completely by surprise and he said, "Don't bite me!", but that was soon replaced by moans of pleasure as my tongue made him feel wonderful. He came and said it was the best he ever had. It didn't take long before word got around and all the guys wanted me to suck them, which I was glad to do. Soon I was sucking every boy in the neighborhood a couple of times a week. Some guys told their older brothers, and then I was sucking high school guys as well. Their cocks were a lot bigger, though not as big as Dad.

As I got older, I learned that cocksucking, as this was called, wasn't something that "normal" or "straight" guys did, but all guys seemed to enjoy getting it. Sometimes guys would call me a faggot or shove me around, but they always were nice to me when they were in need.

I tried dating girls, but found it was difficult. Many refused me, but those who would date me were sometimes reluctant to kiss me, saying they knew where my mouth had been. Just the same, some did kiss me and a very few sucked my cock, and then wouldn't let me cum in their mouth. I told them they were missing the best part, but they just said it wasn't the sort of things a good girl did – I wondered where I could find a bad girl.

After a while I met Linda, a girl who loved to suck me and swallowed! Finally, I found a bad girl, and she was full of surprises. At first, she was very reluctant to let me slip my hand up her skirt or into her panties. I knew my way around a girl's anatomy, but it wasn't as much fun as being with a guy – they were often very finicky, and I always had to clean up afterwards.

One day Linda and I were making out, kissing very passionately, and she let her guard down, not stopping me as I reached up her skirt. When I reached her panties I felt a bulge that I knew wasn't a pussy, which would have been soaked by now.

I pulled Linda's panty fabric to the side, releasing her cock, which I took into my hand and squeezed gently. It was like turning up the volume on her passion and she nearly put her tongue down my throat! Well, she would have if it were long enough. Linda was definitely my kind of girl!

Now that I knew Linda's secret things were even better between us, but we never talked about it. She would often go on dates with me without any panties on so I would have better access. Sometimes she would raise up her skirt and I'd suck her off. It seems just so natural for us, there was never a reason to discuss it. Linda became my steady girlfriend, and nobody else knew her secret. I never let a hint of it out and she really valued my discretion.

Some guys asked me why I dated, since I was a faggot, and I just said I was open minded and really liked girls, but also liked sucking cocks. The truth was that I really liked Linda's femininity, but was glad she didn't have a pussy.

Linda and I talked about my cocksucking, and she said she knew it was something I really liked, and she didn't mind my doing it, but didn't want me messing around with other girls – with a girl like Linda, I had no interest in any others!

Dad knew I was sucking all the guys I could, and I continued to suck him whenever he needed it, but I never revealed the truth about Linda. Mom really liked Linda, who would often help her in the kitchen. She was happy that I'd found such a nice girl and delighted when I married her. Later I learned that there were other girls like Linda, but I was sure I'd married the very best one.

Now, in my twenties, I continue to suck my school buddies, as well as Dad, to whom I am greatly indebted for teaching me so much at an early age!

  To be continued . . .

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