I 'm Steve, and was only thirteen when I learned all about sex – at least the weird, kinky kind. It was May, and school would be out soon, so I was looking for some summer job opportunities. There aren't a lot of choices for guys my age – things like lawn mowing, car washing, and some dog walking. There were postings on the bulletin board at my local grocery store. I saw one that looked interesting, that just read, "Outstanding pay for those willing to do what others won't". I wrote down the phone number but didn't give it much more thought. The next day I saw the posting was removed. I didn't think much of it until two days later I saw it posted again and as I re-read it, just as the store manager came over and ripped it down, saying, "Don't pay any attention to those perverts!"

I didn't know what he meant, but it did catch my attention. If this was something forbidden, then maybe it would be interesting to check it out.

I called the number and talked to a guy named Carl. He gave me an address and invited me to stop by for an interview after school. I arrived at the address given and was welcomed by Rachel, a buxom woman showing a lot of cleavage, which I couldn't help but stare at. She noticed me doing so and said if I played my cards right, I could be sucking her nipples! I wondered just what kind of jobs they were offering here. Rachel took me to an office and offered me a seat, where I waited until Carl came in.

"You look pretty young," Carl said, "How old are you?"

"Thirteen," I said, "But I usually can pass for older."

"Can you pass for younger?" Carl asked. That seemed kind of strange, but then he went on to explain that they made specialized movies for people who liked younger boys. He asked me to undress, but I refused.

"Smart move," Carl said, "You shouldn't just give it away." He opened his wallet and took out a hundred-dollar bill and put it on the desk, saying, "That's yours if you strip down and let us take some pictures."

My eyes bulged at the sight of the bill. It would take me a couple of weeks to make that much doing other work. I jumped at the opportunity and immediately undressed. Soon I was standing before Carl completely naked.

"You look pretty young," he said, "I think you'll do." He picked up the phone and asked Rachel to bring in a photographer. In a few minutes Rachel and Alan, the photographer came in. Rachel took my cock in her hand and fondled me, quickly bringing my little boy cock to erection. I was just beginning puberty, so it hadn't grown yet, but I did have a little pubic hair, which I proudly displayed.

"He'll look younger without the hair," Rachel said, and asked if she could shave me. I agreed, though I didn't entirely understand, since I was nowhere near old enough to have to shave. She brought in a razor and some shaving cream. To my surprise she put shaving cream on my pubic hair and proceeded to shave it all off. Before I could object, she was done.

"There," she said, "I think he could pass for ten – maybe even nine." Carl agreed, especially since I was short, I did look a little younger. I didn't understand why that was so important, but there was much I didn't understand going on.

The photographer took a number of pictures, including some closeup shots of my face and cock. Rachel took off her top to reveal the largest breasts I'd ever seen, with huge nipples. "How about nibbling my nipples for a bit?" she asked.

I didn't need persuading, and soon I was sucking one nipple, and then the other, bringing them both to erection. I was quickly learning about female anatomy and hoped to learn much more.

"I think you'll do great as long as you can do what's needed," said Carl, "How about sucking my cock?"

"No way!" I said, "I'm not like that!"

"Now don't be so closed minded," said Rachel, "A boy like you can make a lot of money if you are willing to do what others won't."

"No amount of money can make me a cocksucker!" I insisted. Carl took out his wallet and proceeded to count out four more hundred dollar bills.

"Is that enough to change your mind?" Carl asked. I nodded, but said I didn't know how, but he assured me that I'd learn quickly. He unzipped and took out his cock. As he approached me, Rachel told me to kneel, which I did. Carl's huge adult cock was just inches from my face, so I opened my mouth and took him in. At first I wasn't sure his big cock would even fit, and it really filled my mouth, but it felt kind of nice. It was warm, and as I sucked I could feel it enlarging and hardening. Rachel played with my cock, getting me aroused, which made me suck more eagerly.

Now that I was aroused, I found that I liked sucking Carl, and welcomed his load when he began to squirt into my mouth. It was very strong tasting, and unlike anything else, but I knew that I was expected to swallow, and for the enormous amount of money on the table I was more than willing!

"Nice work," said Carl, "I think you'll do, let's talk about how this will work."

"We'll be filming porn movies on Saturday mornings – can you be here at 10am?" he asked, and I nodded in agreement.

"If you are willing to do what we ask of you, I'll pay you a thousand dollars a month for four Saturdays of work," he said. I quickly agreed – for that kind of money I was willing to do nearly anything! I agreed to start next Saturday. Rachel said she wanted to give me a welcome gift and knelt down and sucked my cock. I'd never felt anything so wonderful before, and it didn't take long before I came in her mouth. It was amazing, and now I understood why guys like getting blown so much! Armed with that insight I would be a much better cocksucker.

I left with the $500 Carl had given me and went to my local bank and opened an account. That way my money would be safe and not found by my parents who might suspect I was selling drugs. This was far safer than anything like that!

I had no idea what would be expected of me, but every new thing was a surprise to me. Rachel was assigned to be my mentor and she explained that the first thing I needed to do was get very good at giving blowjobs and swallowing cum. The swallowing part seemed easy enough, but Rachel explained that as a beginner, I may be limited in how many loads I could keep down. That surprised me, but she went on to explain that cum will be new to my stomach, and after some number of loads I may throw up. I promised her I would keep it down, since I sure didn't like puking.

She said that we would have to see how much I could swallow at one setting, and that there would be plenty of guys for me to blow for practice. She said that Alan would be recording all my blowjobs, since they would be good material to add into their videos.

On Saturday morning I arrived early and Rachel told me to get undressed. She led me out into a film set, that included a variety of props that I didn't understand. Rachel explained that many were bondage devices, like a fuck bench, and other things I don't remember. Rachel called Alan over and told him that I'd be doing practice blowjobs in order to find my limit, and reminded him that he needed to make sure he recorded my puking. That seemed pretty weird, since I had no intention of puking. I had no problem swallowing Carl's load and saw no reason I couldn't handle all they could give me.

Then Rachel lined up guys for me to blow. They all undressed, and all had very different cocks. That surprised me, though I hadn't seen many cocks. The guys were different ethnicities – as best as I could tell there was an Asian, a couple of hispanics, two white guys and three black guys – all well hung! Rachel told them to form a suck line and I dropped to my knees and began to suck the Asian guy. I had heard that Asian guys were small, but this guy sure wasn't! I sucked him as he told me what a good cocksucker I was. Meanwhile Alan was recording every moment. He had an assistant who moved around and got some closeup shots as well. The Asian guy came and next in line was a black guy, already fully erect.

I could only get the head and a couple inches into my mouth, with at least five inches outside my mouth. He told me to stroke him, which I found worked well for big guys – it was kind of a blend of blowjob and handjob, but soon he gave me his load, and I swallowed. I saw no reason I couldn't go all day like this – I was beginning to really like the taste of cum.

After swallowing the fifth load my stomach began to feel uneasy, and I soon realized that I may indeed have a swallowing limit. Rachel noticed my unease and asked if I were alright. "I'm fine," I assured her, "But may be approaching my limit."

Rachel put a bucket next to me and said if I had to puke, to do it there. I asked if I could take a break, but Rachel said it was important to find out where my limit was, so I resumed sucking. Knowing that I would puke sometime soon dampened my enthusiasm, but I forged ahead. After two more swallows I felt like I was going to throw up but did my best to hold it down.

"You're doing really well for a guy your age," said Rachel, "Once we find your limit, we'll work on extending it."

I sucked the eighth guy, and held his load in my mouth after he came, unsure about swallowing. I looked at Rachel, wondering if she would let me spit, but she said, "You have to swallow – when a man cums in your mouth it's only polite to swallow." I did, and my stomach revolted! Leaning over the bucket, I puked my guts out. I really hated puking, and especially hated doing it in front of others, but Alan and his assistant captured every moment of it.

"Now a professional cocksucker like you needs to continue as if nothing happened," urged Rachel, and I resumed sucking. I sucked off two more guys, then Carl joined, and I sucked him as well. I had no problem keeping those three loads down.

"It would be good if you could practice more during the week," he said, "Do you know guys at your school you can blow?"

I told him that I did not, and didn't really want my sucking known at school, which he understood. He asked if I could stop by after school, and I agreed to do so each afternoon, and Carl promised me there would be plenty of guys for me to suck.

"Your current limit is eight," Rachel said, "So you should try for nine and keep it down. After that, increase one each session to build up your ability." That was going to be a lot of sucking, but it was truly a labor of love now.

Rachel said she needed to start me dilating. I didn't understand, but she explained that I needed to be able to take a cock up my ass and would need to work up to it. She led me to a table that she had me lay on. She set up some metal struts that had foot rests on them, and lifted my legs up, spreading them. She put some lube on her fingers and slipped one finger into my ass. It felt really strange at first. She pressed her finger in all the way and then pulled out, then slipped two fingers in. Spreading them, she opened me up, and then slipped in a third, which was a tight fit.

"That's about all you can take right now, but soon you'll be able to take the biggest cocks we have," she said. She pulled out her fingers and lubed up a tapered white plastic object and pressed the tip into me.

"This is a vibrator," she said, "I think you'll like this." She slipped it in easily, and then she flipped a switch and it buzzed inside me. What an incredible feeling! Rachel leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me off, which didn't take long with the vibrator urging me to climax.

She told me to relax and keep the vibrator in me. She stepped away and then returned with two tapered black objects that she said were dilators. The small one is an inch in diameter, and the other is an inch and a quarter. “When you go to bed, put the small one in and keep it there as you sleep,” she instructed, “After a few nights, change to the bigger one.” In order to keep them in place, she gave me a strange looking harness that she said was a dildo belt, which held anal objects in place. She told me that when I was ready, I might want to wear it with a dildo up my ass all day. That sounded like a kinky thing to do at school!

I asked if I could wear the harness with the dilator in as I went home, and she agreed. As I walked home I loved the feeling of the dilator moving a little with each step, reminding me it was there. I wore it the rest of the day, and at bedtime changed to the larger one.

The next day I stopped by to practice sucking. Rachel was impressed with the progress I'd made with the dilators and when I returned the ones I had, she gave me the next two sizes. "Carl wants to see you," she said, "He's got a great idea to make you a real porn star." I followed her to see Carl, who explained that he wanted my stage name to be "Joey, the cumslut kid".

"I'm not sure what a cumslut is," I said, "But it sounds great!"

"A cumslut is someone who wants all the cum they can get," explained Rachel.

"But I puked after only seven loads," I said, "That doesn't seem like much."

"It isn't," said Carl, "But it's a start and we'll be featuring how you started and became a "no-limit" swallower."

"Sounds good," I said, "But can I really do that?"

"Sure you can," Rachel assured me, "The way you'll work at it, you'll be there in no time."

Carl handed me a script and asked me to read it. They wanted to video an interview with me, set just after my last session, when I puked. I won't go through all the details, but Rachel interviewed me, naked, and supposedly right after I puked. I think I read my lines well. It went, in part:

Rachel: You were doing so well until you threw up.

Me: It was terrible – so humiliating!

Rachel: Yes, most people don't like throwing up.

Me: But the worst part was puking up all that cum! I worked hard for it, and felt humiliated when I could keep it down.

Rachel: So what's next for you?

Me: I'm gonna keep working at it until I can keep every swallow down.

Thus was born Joey, the cum slut. Afterward, Rachel took me to meet some men who came for my practice. Rachel explained that they had several hundred guys on call who agree to not cum for a week before showing up. That way the loads would be extra large.

If I puked after eight regular loads yesterday I didn't know how much I could take, but I was determined to swallow all that I could.

Alan video'd my work and asked some of the guys to "show the money shot." That was the cum shot. With a blowjob it isn't usually visible, since they cum in my mouth, but to make a better video the guy pulled out when he was close and stroked himself off while I knelt there with my mouth open. Alan drew close and caught each squirt shooting into my mouth, with the last hitting my cheek. Alan told me to look at the camera and he took a closeup of the load in my mouth. He told me to swallow and open my mouth again, which I did. The guy I blew stepped back and another took his place.

After three loads Rachel asked how I was doing. I said I was just fine, and she said I was doing well with those big loads. We paused every other blowjob for the special money shots. I proudly displayed the mouthful after the fifth guy came. I swallowed and my stomach began to rebel. Rachel noticed my distress and told me to lay down on a nearby couch and let my stomach recover.

"You did really well," she said, "You swallowed the equivalent of ten normal loads."

I smiled, proud of my work, and looking forward to growing into the cumslut role I aspired to become. Each day I returned after school and practiced as Alan documented my progress. Rachel arranged for one additional guy each day, and toward the end of my second week I swallowed ten jumbo loads, which Rachel assured me was equivalent to twenty.

Carl told me he was pleased with my work and had some really incredible movies planned for me. He paid the guys I blew, and Rachel explained that each was paid ten dollars to come in and get sucked off. That seemed like a pretty good deal, but then I realized that I had the best deal of all – $1000 a month and all the cocks I could suck – I was really getting into this life style!

Best of all, it was completely secret! My pay was direct deposited to my bank account and all the guys I sucked were complete strangers. At least, that's what I thought. Then one day I was about half way through the suck line when the next guy said, "Don't I know you?"

It was Mr. Anderson, my next-door neighbor. He knew my dad well and I feared he would tell him. I did my very best for him, not wanting to upset him. After swallowing I begged him not to tell my dad, and he said he would keep my secret if I came over and blew him whenever he wanted. I quickly agreed and gave him my cell number so he could text me as needed. After that I sucked him several times a week – it was well worth it to keep my secret safe.

I took part in a variety of movies, usually in supporting roles that nearly always ended up with a cock in my mouth or ass. I found that I enjoyed getting ass-fucked, as long as the guys were gentle about it. Carl insisted that the guys always lube up well and enter slowly – he said I was too valuable to be ruined by some guy who wanted to prove what a stud he was.

There were several movies a month that featured me eating a lot of cum. Some were bukkake, where guys would shoot their loads all over Rachel and I'd lick it all up. One session was especially kinky. Rachel was laying on a bed with a pillow under her hips, pointing her shaved pussy up. Her legs were supported by stirrups at the end of the bed, where I knelt. Guys would approach and I would suck them to erection and nearly to climax. Then they would pull out of my mouth and shoot their load into Rachel's pussy, which I held open for the money shot. Then the next guy took his place. This continued unti twenty guys had unloaded into Rachel. Then Carl came over with a piece of wide tape. I held Rachel's pussy lips together as Carl applied the tape, holding her hairless pussy closed.

Then came the best part. Carl took Rachel's feet out of the stirrups and helped her sit up, while I lay on my back on the bed. Rachel carefully knelt over my face and brought her pussy nearly to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide as she pulled off the tape, opening her pussy and releasing the loads. My mouth was flooded with more cum than I'd ever experienced. The camera caught every drop as it overflowed my mouth and ran all over my face. I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to waste any of the precious ball juice. After Rachel stopped draining she brought her soaked pussy down, pessing against my face as I licked her to climax.

Rachel got off me and I used my fingers to wipe as much cum from my face into my mouth as the camera recorded it all. Carl was thrilled and said that was a movie that will really sell.

I continued working for Carl and Rachel throughout the summer break and continued every Saturday after school began. I'd hear the jocks at school bragging about all the sex they were getting, while I knew I had more sex in a month than they would probably have in a lifetime!

One Saturday in October we shot a movie called "Joey's Birthday Party" in which fifty horny guys came to give me what I wanted most. I was naked as usual, and Rachel played as my mom, telling me that more friends were arriving, and I should be sure to be a gracious host and take good care of them. That meant sucking them almost to climax and then stopping and jacking them off into a cocktail glass. It was a suck line like I'd never seen, and I welcomed all my "guests" into my mouth. Rachel played an attentive hostess mom and moved between the guys fondling their cocks as they felt her breasts. And yes, of course she was naked, just like I was. How appropriate that everyone was in their birthday suits for my birthday party. After an hour Rachel stopped by and checked on me.

"Doing okay?" she asked, and I told her I was fine.

"You're about half way through," she said, looking into the glass, "I hope the glass is big enough."

I continued to suck and drain each guy into the glass. After the last guy, the glass was nearly full. Rachel then stood by me and helped me to my feet. My knees were sore after sucking for a couple of hours without a rest. Rachel stroked my cock, which was already erect and told everyone that it was time for my special treat. As I approached orgasm she carefully brought the nearly full glass closer, and directed my load into it. I was tired and thoughly drained, but knew I had one more task to earn my pay.

Rachel brought the glass to me and said, "Here's your birthday gift, thanks to your many friends." I tipped the glass and swallowed, now experiencing a flood of sperm like never before. This was a lot of cum all at one time – I hoped that taking so much at once wouldn't be a problem.

As the last of the cum drained into my mouth my stomach rebelled, but by now I knew how to keep it down. Rachel saw my discomfort and covered for me, saying, "That's a big boy – such a good cumslut you are!"

Carl called for the recording to stop and thanked everyone for their participation. All the "extras" who came for me left, with only Carl, Rachel and the film crew remaining. I usually sucked off Carl and the film crew, but Rachel suggested that they fuck me so my stomach could recover. That was fine with me, since I was still fighting back the nausea. I licked Rachel's pussy while the guys took turns fucking me. As much as I enjoyed sucking cock, i also loved a good fucking, and never turned anyone away.

That was the last major movie I made. I took part in a few other movies, but then disaster struck. One day after school I stopped by to do a little extra sucking (just to keep in practice), and police were everywhere. Rachel was off that day but Carl and the film crew got busted for child pornography – which specifically meant me. I was scared as hell, worried I'd be going to jail myself, but amazingly they never connected me to the operation. Rachel lucked out as well, and contacted me a week later to check on me. I went to her house after school and we talked. She said it was great while it lasted and hope it was good for me – it sure was!

She was still in contact with a few of the men who were on standby, and they would come over and fuck her. Sometimes I'd lick her pussy afterwards and she would often suck me off and then kiss me, giving my load back, which I learned was called "snowballing". I had much to be thankful for, and am ever indebted to Carl and Rachel for giving me the time of my life while building my bank account.

I continued to suck Mr. Anderson until I graduated from high school. Then I went off to college where I learned about adult book stores and glory holes. I don’t get as much cum as I want, compared to what I once experienced, but it's been really good for me – I count my blessings and am grateful to all who helped me become the cumslut that I am!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)