I 'm Joe, and was only thirteen when my life changed. My five buddies and I would kid around a lot, saying stupid things like "suck my dick", to which the usual reply was "whip it out". Of course, nobody would – it was just talk. It got me thinking though – I wondered what it would be like to suck a guy. For the longest time I was secretly interested in other guy's dicks, but did nothing about it, except trying to catch a peek when we would take a leak outside. As boys living out in the country that happened a lot.

I really wanted to touch another guy's dick, but didn't dare – we all knew that was forbidden territory. The more I heard the "suck my dick/whip it out" said, the more my thoughts turned from touching to sucking. I knew that it normally resulted in getting a mouthful of cum – I wondered about that also. I heard that it tasted terrible, but also that some guys like to swallow it – so it couldn't be all that bad. I would jack off at least every day, and lately my thoughts had turned to sucking, and soon it became my favorite jack-off fantasy. I realized that I'd probably never do it, but it sure was exciting to think about!

Then one day I was with my friends and Mike said to me, "Suck my dick!" It had happened so often to each of us that I shouldn't have thought anything of it, but for some reason it seemed to be a serious demand. I may have hesitated too long before returning, "Whip it out!" Maybe that pause made a difference, but for the first time Mike unzipped and whipped out his dick! We were all going through puberty – growing as well as developing pubic hair, and I was stunned at how much bigger Mike's dick was than the last time I saw him pee. I wanted it – badly, but I knew I couldn't have it – not now at least.

We were all speechless at the time because nobody had ever actually whipped it out until now. After a short time Mike put it away and we resumed our activities, but his dick remained on my mind. It was stupid of me to take the risk, but when we were far apart enough from the other guys I whispered to Mike, "Maybe later." He just grinned and I realized I'd made a horrible mistake, but maybe he would forget.

He didn't. The next day he came by my house and we took a walk into the nearby woods. "So you really want to suck my dick?" he asked. I had to think fast – I needed to get out of the corner I'd backed myself into.

"That was just talk," I said, "Nothing more too it."

"I think you really want it," he responded, "You really seemed interested yesterday – here's your chance." With that he unzipped and took out his dick once again. So there I was, looking right at a dick I really wanted, but knowing it was forbidden. I think Mike knew I wanted it.

"At least hold it in your hand," Mike said, "No harm in that."

I wasn't thinking clearly. My cock was hard and straining at it's confinement in my shorts – I hoped it wasn't visible to Mike. I took his dick in my hand and it was wonderful! Warm and firm, yet soft to the touch – as I handled it I felt it harden more – he was really big!

"That's it," Mike said, "You're doin' fine – it's just us alone here, so keep going."

I squeezed his dick and stroked him, and he began to moan.

I knew deep down I shouldn't be doing this, but my judgement was seriously impaired, so without even thinking about it, I was on my knees with my mouth open.

Mike slipped in and I was in heaven! For the moment I didn't care about anything else – I just savored the moment. His cock felt really good in my mouth – like it really belonged there. As I sucked I ran my tongue over the contours of Mike's cock, getting to know him better.

He moaned and said I was a really good cocksucker. A cocksucker – was that what I'd become? Maybe so, but right now it's what I wanted more than anything. I continued to suck and felt Mike's cock enlarge a bit, and then it began to pulse as I felt him shoot squirt after squirt of his hot seed into my mouth. It was definitely strong tasting, but I thought it was kind of good, and was glad to finally experience the taste. It was completely different from anything else I had ever tasted, and I knew I wanted more – was that possible?

Mike pulled out of my mouth and I swallowed. Mike saw that I swallowed and said, "Looks like you might be a natural born cocksucker – aren't you glad you did it?"

"I admit that I liked it," I confessed, "But sure don't want anyone else to know."

"Let's just keep it between the two of us," he said, "As long as you promise to suck me whenever I need it – okay?"

That sounded great to me, but I was soon to find that Mike meant for me to suck in a lot of places I wouldn't have agreed to.

The next day Mike invited me to go for a walk with him. He said he wanted to give me practice sucking in a variety of settings. I wasn't sure what he meant but found out soon enough. We walked downtown and down an alley next to a Chinese restaurant, where Mike led me to the other side of a trash dumpster. He turned to me and unzipped, taking out that cock I'd learned to love.

"Here?" I questioned, "What if someone sees us?"

"Relax," Mike countered, "There's nobody here to see."

"Not now," I protested, "But what if someone comes by?"

"Better get sucking so you get done before that," Mike directed. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. I really liked how his cock felt, enlarging as I sucked. I was really getting into this, totally immersed in the blowjob I was giving when suddenly a door swung open nearby and a Chinese guy carrying a trash bag began yelling at us.

I can tell you that getting caught cocksucking was an experience I never wanted to repeat. He yelled something about calling the cops as Mike and I ran back out the alley, Mike not even zipped up yet.

Once we were clear of the Chinese restaurant, Mike said, "How did you like that?"

"Scared the shit outta me!" I said.

"I thought it was really cool!" he replied.

"You're not the cocksucker!" I pointed out.

"They aren't all gonna yell at us," Mike said, "Some will want you to blow them too – you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I thought we were keeping this just between us," I said, "Not the rest of the world."

"For now," Mike said, "But a good cocksucker likes you needs more cum than one guy can give."

Nothing more was said as we walked down the street, but soon Mike led me down another alley – this time next to an adult book store. I knew that I was too young to go in but imagined that a lot of cocksucking went on in there, and hoped one day to find out for myself.

Mike led me past a dumpster and stopped next to a door.

"Shouldn't we be somewhere away from the door in case anyone comes out?" I asked.

"That's the whole point," he said, "We want to be caught – this time will be different."

I nervously dropped to my knees and resumed sucking Mike. "Take it slow," he said, "I don't wanna cum right away."

My heart raced as I sucked, excited at the prospect of getting caught sucking, yet terrified at the same time. I sucked for nearly ten minutes and nothing happened. Mike didn't cum and nobody came out the door.

Then it happened – the door opened and a big guy with tatoos stepped out. He saw us and did a double-take, and then took out his cell phone and snapped pictures. I sure didn't want pictures of me sucking to public information. I pulled off Mike's cock and said, "Please, don't pass the pictures around."

"Then you better suck me good," he said, unzipping and taking out a huge adult cock. I'd never seen a cock so big and wasn't sure I could get it in my mouth. I couldn't get it all in, but did get the head and a few inches, which I eagerly licked. I knew deep down it was wrong to just suck a total stranger like this, but I felt compelled to do it. What was even worse was two more guys came out and now stood in line waiting for me to suck them.

I finished the first guy and began on the second. He was big as well, and put his hands on my head and held it while he pumped his cock in and out, sometimes hitting the back of my throat mouth, gagging me. I later learned that this was called a face-fuck, but it sure seemed like an oral rape to me. "Here it comes, cocksucker, you ready?" he grunted, and then pulled my head to him, forcing his cock head to the back of my mouth. I gagged so badly I nearly puked, but he wouldn't let me go, and didn't release me until he finished pumping his load into me. Tears were streaming down my face as he pulled out and said, "What a fuckin' wimp!"

That was a really rough blowjob, and the very worst part was him shooting his load right down my throat – I didn't even get to taste it!

The next guy seemed like a nice guy and acted genuinely concerned. "You alright?" he asked.

I nodded and he asked if I could continue, to which I agreed. He fed me his cock, which was big, but he didn't force it on me. He told me to just take what I could and try to enjoy it. This was a new experience, sucking a guy who truly seemed to appreciate me. I thought that Mike did, but by now it was clear he was just having fun with me. This guy seemed different.

He talked to me, but didn't call me a cocksucker. Instead, he said, "You are very talented, I'd love to get to know you better." When he came he thanked me and asked if he could have my phone number. I gave it to him and told him my name. He told me his name, and said he would be contacting me.

There I was – left on my knees after swallowing the loads of three complete strangers, and one of my best buddies taking pictures as well! "Let's go somewhere private to finish up," he said.

Getting caught was scary and exciting at the same time. I sure didn't want to get caught by a cop, but I did like blowing these last guys. I told Mike we needed to be more careful, but he told me not to worry – it all worked out just fine. He was doing something on his phone as we walked – I think he was texting someone.

Mike led me into the woods to a clearing, where he unzipped and once again offered me his cock. I dropped to my knees, this time confident of our privacy. Now I could focus on blowing Mike and not be distracted by others. It only took a few minutes for him to cum and give me my creamy reward.

Mike's cock remained in my mouth as he finished pumping, then he pulled out and I swallowed. I think I liked blowing him in private – getting caught can be fun, but it was scary as well.

"So admit it, you kind of liked getting caught, as long as it meant more cock to suck, right?" asked Mike.

"I guess so," I confessed.

"Then if I arranged for someone to catch us it would be okay, as long as you ended up blowing him?" he asked. I nodded.

"Good!" he said, "Here are four more guys eager for your mouth!"

I turned and my heart sank when I saw my other four best friends watching me with their cocks out. I never wanted them to know about this, but it was obviously much too late now, so I just said, "Who's first?"

They approached me and formed a line, which I later learned was called a suck line. I blew all of my long time friends, who all agreed that I was pretty good, and they would be feeding me regularly.

It was kind of humiliating, having all my friends know, but it was also liberating. In truth, I'd jacked off thinking about sucking everyone of them – now it wasn't a fantasy any more. I wondered how it would change our friendship. Would they think of me differently now? Time would tell.

We remained the best of friends all through high school and beyond. We are now all married, with families but our wives all accept our friendships. We often get together for various activities, but always manage to work in blowjobs for any who want it. I'm so glad that sucking has brought my my circle of friends together!

Special thanks to my online friend, Joseph White, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)