I never considered myself to be submissive in any way until Ben moved into my neighborhood. He was my age, at fourteen, and immediately took charge of the neighborhood. By that, I mean that he had some kind of charm that everyone accepted and took to following him. Nobody appointed him boss, but they seemed to go along with whatever he said.

Except me -- it seemed to me that Ben was just using other people. He had them doing his homework for them and all sorts of personal favors. I made a point of resisting his charm, which didn't go without notice.

One day Ben came up to me and said, "You don't seem to like me, do you?"

"I like you just fine," I said, "I just don't like the way you use people."

"I don't think of it as using," Ben replied, "But rather giving them an opportunity to serve."

"To serve YOU," I shot back.

"If you want to think of it that way," agreed Ben, "But I'd really like to include you."

I didn't realize it at the time, but I was starting to warm up to Ben, and began to feel I'd misjudged him. I found myself softening, and replying, "How would you like to include me?"

"In a way that is very different from anyone else," explained Ben, "In a very special way."

"What way is that?" I asked

"If you want, you can suck my cock," Ben announced, and I was floored.

"Why the hell would I want to do that?" I said, nearly yelling.

"It just seemed like the sort of thing you'd like," he answered, "Why not give it a try?"

Ben unzipped and took out his cock. While we were both the same age, his cock was really huge, and I couldn't help commenting on it, "I've never seen one so big before."

"Come take a closer look," Ben urged, "You can touch it if you like."

I was in some sort of fog as I drew closer and took Ben's cock in my hand. I'd never touched another guy's cock before but found that I liked it -- especially the way he hardened as I squeezed and stroked him. Instinctively I began to stroke him as I'd often stroked myself, at first not even realizing that I was giving him a handjob.

"I'm close to cumming, but don't want to waste it," Ben said, "Why not get on your knees and suck me?"

Without giving it a second thought, I was on my knees with my mouth open. Ben pushed his cock into my mouth and soon I was sucking him -- the very thing I was sure I wouldn't do!

The really strange part was that I liked it! I'd never had any interest in that sort of thing yet I was on my knees giving a blowjob to a guy I didn't even like. But it seemed really nice to have his cock in my mouth, and I found myself following Ben's directions regarding moving my tongue around, until he began to cum in my mouth.

It was really strong tasting, but very different than anything I'd ever had. I looked up and made eye contact with him. He smiled and said, "You've done really well, and I want you to enjoy what you've earned. Just hold it in your mouth until you are ready to swallow. No need to thank me."

I got up and left, walking home with Ben's load in my mouth, replaying in my mind what had just happened. The really strange thing about it was that I really LIKED it, and even though I didn't particularly like the taste of Ben's load, I was glad to have it!

As I walked home I realized that I was rock hard -- this whole experience had really turned me on! I got home, went to my room and immediately jacked-off. I swallowed as I came and shot the biggest load I'd ever done. Then I got hit with the most terrible feeling of guilt and shame! What had I done? Not only did I give a blowjob to a guy I didn't like but jacked off with his load in my mouth! I felt so ashamed and vowed to never do anything like that again.

At least that's the way I felt at the time. When that passed I found myself thinking about sucking Ben, and wanting to do it again. I knew it was wrong but wanted it just the same.

I wondered if he would let me do it again. I approached him and he said, "About yesterday -- I only did that because I thought you would like it, but if you didn't like it, that's okay -- I won't ask you to do it again."

I should have accepted that -- he was giving me a way out, but instead I felt like I was missing out on something very special. Over the course of the day, I kept thinking about sucking him, and I approached him after school and asked, "Could we do it again?

"Do what?" replied Ben, with a big smile on his face.

"What we did yesterday," I said, "I want to try it again just to be sure." After saying it I realized how stupid it must sound, and added, "What I mean is ..."

"I know what you mean," said Ben, "At least I think I do. Just to be sure, why don't you tell me exactly what you want."

We both knew exactly what this was about, but Ben was forcing me to say it -- he wanted me to beg for it! "I want to suck your cock." I finally said, immediately embarrassed that I had.

"That's a very personal thing," Ben replied, "Not the sort of thing everybody does. If you want it bad enough, I'll let you, but I think you should ask me nicely for it."

"Please," I said, "May I suck your cock?" I couldn't believe I was begging for it.

"Now that you put it that way," said Ben, "Let's go to my place and do it."

We went to Ben's house and he took me to his room, where once again I knelt and sucked his cock. "You need that, don't you?" he asked, and all I could do was grunt an affirmative.

"Yeah, you're a natural cocksucker and just needed to discover your true calling," he continued. Soon he came in my mouth and sent me on my way. Once again I held his load in my mouth until I got to my room and came while swallowing. Once again I came strongly, and then was hit with the guilt and shame, which passed after a time.

I just couldn't understand how Ben had such an influence on me. It didn't matter what I decided, somehow, I just couldn't resist whatever he wanted me to do. He turned me into a cocksucker -- something I never would have done otherwise, but he got me on my knees just by telling to do so, and soon I was sucking him off. I knew it was wrong, and felt rightfully ashamed after I would cum, but other times it was something I really wanted to do.

It wasn't enough that he made me a cocksucker, but then he made me beg for it. That was really humiliating, but I know that I'll do whatever it takes to suck Ben as often as possible.

I continued sucking Ben for two weeks before he raised the stakes higher than I thought I could tolerate. He began innocently enough with, "Have you ever wanted to suck other guys off?"

"No," I replied, "But I like sucking you."

"It's very clear that you love it," Ben replied, "But you are such a natural, it seems only right that you should share your gift with others."

"I'm just fine sticking with you," I said.

"You need to grow and share," he said, "Now tell me, when you jack-off, do you think of sucking me?"

That was a really intrusive question, but I felt compelled to answer, and just nodded my head, feeling a bit of shame for it.

"Starting tonight," Ben ordered, "I want you to think about sucking others -- some of the guys in our neighborhood -- maybe imagine them lining up for you to suck them."

Ben might be able to control what I do, but I wasn't about to control what I thought, so I resolved to continue to just think of him when I jacked. That didn't work out though -- I started out thinking about Ben, but soon I couldn't help imagining my next door neighbor beginning a line behind Ben. I didn't cum when I imagined Ben cumming in my mouth, but went on to suck the next guy, and then the next -- each time swallowing their loads. After about five, I came, and felt especially guilty -- thoroughly shamed at being a cumdump for the neighborhood -- or at least in my fantasy. It sure got me going, but there was no way I'd let that happen in real life!

In the morning I jacked-off once again and again enjoyed the suck line fantasy. After school I went to suck Ben, and he asked me about my fantasies, "How did you like thinking about sucking of a group of guys? Now don't you dare lie to me -- tell me the full truth.

I planned to lie to Ben, but as he looked me in the eyes I found I could not. "It really turned me on," I admitted, a little ashamed.

"So are you ready to suck off other guys?" Ben asked.

"That was just a fantasy," I insisted, "I would never actually do it!"

"Your fantasies -- especially those that really turn you on," explained Ben, "Are indicators of your deepest desires -- if you don't act on them you'll want it more and more. I don't want you to become neurotic, so I want you to embrace those desires -- they reflect who you really are."

"Even if I did," I protested, "I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Leave that to me," Ben said, "I'll set up everything."

I blew him as usual and returned home holding his load in my mouth. I immediately went to my room and jacked off, but this time I imagined multiple guys cumming in my mouth, completely filling it, and then I came, quickly swallowing the load that aroused me so much. I still felt the guilt immediately after cumming, but was able to push it aside, feeling good about the prospect of helping a bunch of guys cum. It wasn't like I was hurting anyone. I reasoned that I was actually performing a very noble deed -- giving guys the relief they need and shouldn't have to do themselves!

The next day when I blew Ben, he told me that he had put a plan in place that would allow me to share my gift with many. He wouldn't tell me any details, but promised to reveal them tomorrow. My jack-off fantasies were really wild, imagining all sort of scenarios with multiple guys ending up with their loads in my mouth. It turned out that none of my wild fantasies could match what Ben cooked up for me.

The next day I arrived at Ben's and he said that before I sucked him I had to hear and understand his instructions. He explained that he worked out a deal with all the boys in the neighborhood for me to suck them. That sounded really hot, but I had no idea how it would work. Beyond that, how could I keep my secret safe if every guy knew I was a cocksucker?

Ben told me to get on my bike as soon as I got home from school and start on my side of the street stopping at each boy's house. I should ring the doorbell and ask for them if they don't answer. The boys already know why I was there, so I could suck them off immediately, and then go on to the next. When I got to the end or the street I should turn around and proceed down the other side of the street, returning home.

"But how do I protect my secret?" I asked, "I don't want all the guys to know I'm a cocksucker."

"They already do," Ben said, "I had to tell them in order to set this up. Don't worry, they'll want more, so they won't say anything."

I was shocked to find that my secret was out -- I sure hoped I wouldn't regret it!

I thought about it all of the next day at school. I wanted to do it, but was afraid -- I considered chickening out, but I knew Ben would be disappointed, and i wanted so much to please him.

After school I got on my bike and rode next door, parked my bike and rang the doorbell. Jason answered the door with a smile, saying, "I've been looking forward to this all day." He invited me in and explained that that we were alone. As soon as the door was shut he took out his cock and turned to face me. There was no need for discussion -- I was on my knees sucking him. He wasn't as big as Ben, but felt good in my mouth, so I moved my tongue around like Ben had taught me, and soon he rewarded my efforts with his hot load. I swallowed, knowing there would be a lot more cum for me, and rode my bike two doors down, to the next guy. Mike answered the door and stepped outside. "My mom is home so we can't do it inside," he said. He led me to the side of the house and took out his cock.

"Here?" I asked, "We're out in plain sight -- anyone could see!"

"Not if you get started and do your job," he said.

I looked around and saw nobody else, so I dropped to my knees and began to suck. I found myself getting hard -- this public sucking had quite an impact on me. I sucked Mike eagerly and soon he came. I swallowed as he pulled out, and heard "I'll go next." It was Tim, who lived next door. He'd seen me from his bedroom window and was anxious to enjoy my mouth. Soon he also came, and I got on my bike and rode three houses further.

Stan greeted me and told me to come in. Sitting in his living room were three other guys -- all whom I knew from school. Stan had invited them over to join in. He stepped forward and offered me his cock as the other watched. Soon they were lining up for their turn. I was now doing my first suck line! The guys were really turned on and each took only a few minutes to cum. As I left and got on my bike I did a quick tally and realized that I'd just blown seven guys, and had a lot more to do. I continued on, sucking any guys who offered me their cocks.

All the guys were really good about it all -- they seemed really appreciative and seemed to value my work -- until the last guy, Doug. By that time I'd lost count of the number of loads I'd swallowed, but it had to be a lot! My stomach was feeling very uneasy and I wondered if too much cum as toxic -- I sure felt like I might have to puke. I considered quitting early but didn't want to disappoint Ben. Doug was a few years older than I and had a reputation as a bully -- often picking on the other kids. I knew as soon as I got there that this was going to be a bad experience, but I was there, and decided to follow through.

Doug said, "So you're the neighborhood faggot? I got just what you need." He led me to his garage where he had me kneel on the cement floor. By now my knees were a little tender, and the hard floor certainly didn't help.

"How bad do you want this, you sissy faggot? Beg me for it like the queer that you are." I hesitated, but then said, "Please, let me suck you."

"I knew you needed it," he said, "Now show me how good you are!" I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Then he put both hands on my head and proceeded to pump in and out of my mouth very roughly, sometimes pushing all the way to the back of my mouth, gagging me. "Take that, you fuckin' faggot!" he said, "You just can't resist a REAL MAN like me!"

The repeated gagging brought tears to my eyes, and I was truly glad when he finally came. He thrust into my mouth and held my head tightly, shooting cum down my throat without my getting to even taste it. He pulled out and remarked that I was crying like a girl, and maybe he should make me a girl. This guy was freaky, so I got up to leave, and felt really nauseous. It was all I could to to keep from puking.

"Where are you going, faggot?" he asked, but I continued to draw away. "Okay, I'll give you something to remember," he said, as he punched me in the stomach really hard. It hurt, but the pressure on my stomach was more than I could take, and all the cum I'd swallowed this afternoon came up. I had no control over it and puked right on Doug!

As I think back on it now it's really kind of funny, but Doug was awefully pissed at the time! I broke into a run, grabbing my bike and speeding away while Doug looked with horror at the pukey cum bath I'd given him.

I stayed as far from Doug as I could, but somehow word got around and even Doug's friends began to tease him about being a "cumdump for a faggot".

Ben told me that I'd done well, and gave Doug just what he deserved. Now that I had blown all the guys in the neighborhood, I could expect them to approach me whenever they needed it. Except for Doug -- Ben told me to avoid him.

So that's my story, incredible as it is. I still can't figure out how Ben could make me do something I never would have done, but I'm glad he did. I might never have found out that I was destined to be a cocksucker. I might have lived my entire life not knowing the taste of cum. Instead, I'm the neighborhood cocksucker -- with all the horny guys here I end up giving a couple of blowjobs every day -- more on weekends. I am deeply grateful to Ben for helping me to realize my true potential!

  To be continued . . .

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