I 'm Travis, a thirteen-year-old guy who let jacking-off with a friend go a little too far. It all started out innocently enough, just jacking-off together, describing the girls we fantasized about. Then it moved to stroking each other, which a lot of guys do. While I was stroking my friend Matt, he shot his load all over my chest (we were both naked at the time). It was an innocent enough accident, so I went and cleaned up – no harm done.

After that it got kinky. Matt said he didn't need me to stroke him, as long as he could cum on me. Initially I objected – it just seemed too weird for me. But Matt insisted, so I finally gave in, but told him it had to shoot only on my chest, and nowhere else. He agreed and soon he was stroking himself, and when he was ready to cum he approached and made sweeping motions with his cock, squirting a line of cum across my pecs. I was close to cumming, so I didn't stop to cleanup until after I was done shooting my load.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Matt had actually added to my arousal. It was that night in bed that I noticed a difference. I usually jacked-off every night – it was a nice way to end the day and helped me sleep. As I stroked, I found myself getting turned on by the thought of Matt shooting his cum on me. At first it alarmed me that I'd find such a thing arousing, but after a few more days, I began to look forward to Matt squirting on me.

In my night-time fantasies Matt's target gradually moved up until he was giving me a facial, which really made me cum strongly, though I felt especially guilty afterward. In our mutual jack-off sessions Matt was pretty good at just creaming on my chest, but I really wanted to know what a facial would be like. I tried moving a bit as Matt came, but he always moved to compensate, always hitting my chest.

I offered to stroke Matt, and he quickly agreed, not having had a handjob in quite a while. As he approached climax I moved closer to him, and successfully made him squirt all over my face! Weird as it may seem, I really liked it, but didn't want to admit it. I acted upset, and Matt just said, "You gotta be more careful where you aim that thing!"

I went into the bathroom to clean up. I looked in the mirror and found the sight of my cum-covered face arousing. I wondered what cum tasted like, so before I washed my face, I wiped up some cum with my finger and put it in my mouth. I was a strange taste, but I liked it. I cleaned up and returned, where Matt gladly jacked me off. As he did, I closed my eyes and remembered him cumming on my face, and that pushed me over the edge, making me cum strongly once again.

I knew that getting turned on by a facial was really perverted, and knew I had to keep it to myself, but I really wanted more. Fortunately Matt got was getting more kinky as well, and the next day told me he thought it was so hot when he came on my face. He begged me to let him do it some more, and I resisted at first, not wanting to seem eager for it, but I eventually agreed. Knowing that Matt was going to cum on my face was so arousing that I couldn't wait to jack-off, and did so as Matt stroked. He brought his cock just inches from my face and shot all over my face, making me cum as well, shooting up onto my chest.

"Wow! That was amazing!" he said, stepping back and seeing I'd shot all over my chest, "We gotta do more of that!"

There was no denying that it turned me on too, and I continued to eat a little of Matt's cum before I washed my face. I wondered what it would be like to have him squirt right into my mouth, so the next day I just "happened" to have my lips parted a little as Matt came. I only got part of a squirt, but his warm cum tasted wonderful!

I didn't say anything, and Matt didn't seem to notice, so I pretended that nothing unusual had happened, but I knew I wanted more. I came up with a way to "accidentally" get more in my mouth.

The next day I closed my eyes as I stroked and began to call out as I approached climax, "Oh, oh, oh!", holding my mouth open, which Matt just found too tempting, and brought his cock right to my open mouth and shot his whole load into my mouth. I acted completely surprised and pretended to gag.

"Just swallow and it will be all gone," Matt said, and I did so, happy to have so much more than usual.

"What did you do that for?" I demanded, pretending to be violated by his actions.

"It was just too tempting," Matt confessed, "It's never been hotter than this time – I'm so sorry – please forgive me?"

I told Matt it was okay, but no more surprises! (as if I hadn't wanted it to happen).

The next day we talked about it, and I agreed that while it caught me by surprise, that it was hot in a kinky sort of way. We agreed to do it deliberately this time, so I knelt and stroked as Matt did, and when he was ready, I opened my mouth for him, and watched as he approached, stopping about an inch from my mouth, shooting his entire load in. It was great!

"Don't swallow, let me see," said Matt, and I held my mouth open, displaying his load on my tongue.

"That's so hot!" Matt exclaimed, after which I swallowed it all – we both got what we wanted. We continued this routine for the next few days – I would hold my mouth open most of the time we stroked, not knowing exactly when he would cum.

Just when I thought it couldn't get much kinkier, Matt thrust his cock into my open mouth. That caught me by surprise, but what surprised me even more was how good it felt – like cocks and mouths were meant to be together!

If I had been thinking clearly I would have pulled back, but I just couldn't help but savor the moment, and began to run my tongue all over the contours of Matt's cock. Soon Matt was moaning and then began to cum. Cumming this way was even better, and I thrilled at the feel of his cock pulsing as he pumped squirt after squirt into my eager mouth.

I continued to hold Matt in my mouth for a time. I looked up and made eye contact. What do you say in a moment like this? I realized that I just gave Matt a blowjob and was now a cocksucker. That was pretty perverted, but it somehow seemed right – still not quite.

Matt pulled out and said, "That was the absolute BEST! How was it for you?"

"Okay I guess," I said, "But feel kind of ashamed."

"Ashamed? Why?" he replied, "You did great!"

"I did what no straight guy would ever do," I counted, "And now I'm a cocksucker."

"And a very good one at that," he added, and I just looked down at the floor, not quite sure how I'd let my arousal lead me into this.

"Travis, we are the very best of friends," Matt said, "And this has strengthened our friendship even more – this is our secret – just between us."

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Of course!" Matt assured me, "What could possibly be a stronger bond than this?"

I clearly liked what had happened but didn't feel quite right about it. As the evening progressed, I began to feel differently, and at bedtime I jacked off thinking about blowing Matt, and once again came stongly – I knew I liked being Matt's cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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