M y name is Ralph, and I began to enjoy internet porn when I was ten. I was learning about sex, even though I was too young to cum, but sure loved playing with myself and getting a stiffie. I watched all kinds of porn, and soon discovered guys sucking cock. It was a wonderful idea that was incredibly hot. I imagined myself sucking, and soon found blogs that described how to give a great blowjob. I imagined myself becoming what I called a "Master Cocksucker" – someone whose blowjobs any guy would want.

The only problem was who to do it with. Of course, I knew a lot of guys and since they all had cocks, they were possible candidates. The problem was that it was such a taboo thing, I didn't want to risk my secret desire getting out. So I secretly fantasized about sucking many cocks, and them all cumming in my mouth.

I yearned to know what cum tasted like – I vowed to taste my own as soon as I was able. I read a lot of cocksucking stories with great interest, especially when they described guys cumming in their mouths. I learned that a lot of women thought it was gross, though I was eager for it. Guys who sucked all seemed to take it in the mouth and swallow, which just seemed like the right thing to do. Some said they didn't like the taste at first, but grew to like it – others liked it right from the start. All said it was strong tasting, and unlike anything else they had tried.

I looked forward to my first mouthful of cum and wanted badly to get it. My opportunity presented itself quite by chance. There was a gas station about a mile from my house that I would often pass by when riding my bike. There was a single occupancy men's room that you were supposed to lock upon entry for privacy. I sometimes stopped there to pee.

One day I went to that men's room and opened the door, only to find a man inside, who must have forgotten to lock the door. I should have apologized and left, but I could see that his cock looked so hot as he stood at the urinal. I just stood and stared.

"Close the door please," he said, bringing me back to consciousness. I stepped in and closed the door, locking it behind me.

"You have a really big weiner," I said. He smiled and after finishing his pee, turned to face me.

"The adult word for this is 'cock'," he said.

Of course, I knew that, but wasn't accustomed to using that word. I just stood and stared.

"You can come get a closer look if you like," he said. I soon closed the distance between us and stood much closer.

"Touch it if you like," he encouraged, and I reached out and took his huge adult cock in first one hand, and then both – the fingers of one hand couldn't reach all the way around it. I began to stroke him, as I'd seen online so many times, and soon he was even bigger as he hardened. I was in heaven, and soon dropped to my knees so I could get an even better look. With his hard cock just inches from my face, I knew this was exactly what I'd been dreaming of, and opened my mouth, taking the huge cock head and a little of his shaft in. It was all I could do to move my tongue around, but I tried to remember some of the cocksucking blogs and focused on the underside of the cock head.

"You're a good boy," the man said, further encouraging me, "I'm getting close, now don't spill a drop."

His already huge cock enlarged a bit more and then began to pulse as he shot squirt after squirt of his hot cum into my mouth. As expected, it was strong tasting and very different from anything else, and I loved it. I held his cock in my mouth until he stopped shooting, and he pulled out.

He thanked me and told me we better leave separately, so I got up and departed, still holding much of his cum in my mouth. I intended to swallow, but wanted to savor the manly taste as long as I could. I got on my bike and rode around the neighborhood, proud to have a mouthful of cum.

Eventually I did swallow, only to discover the added bonus of a distinct aftertaste that continued to remind me of what I'd done – I couldn't be happier! As I continued to ride I looked forward to the next time, and only then realized that I had no idea who he was or how to meet him again. That really bummed me out – it was like I just had my first taste of candy, but was denied a second taste.

Hoping that he would return, I rode past the gas station several times a day, hoping to spot him fueling up. After three weeks I finally saw him, fueling a white SUV. I rode up to him and said, "Remember me?" At first he gave me a funny look and then he recognized me.

"Hello, I remember you were such a nice boy – I'm glad to see you again."

"I'm Ralph," I said, "And I'd sure like to do it again."

"Nice to know your name, Ralph," he said, "I'm Mr. Murphy and don't live far away. I'd love you to come visit, but would rather not have your bicycle out where neighbors can see." We talked for a bit and I agreed to meet him at a street corner two blocks from my house. I quickly rode home and put my bike away, then walked to the corner.

Mr. Murphy stopped and I eagerly got in. As he approached his house he told me to get down so I wouldn't be seen. He drove into his garage and closed the door, only then telling me I could get up. He took me inside and told me that it was important to protect our privacy, and what we did together was strictly confidential. I readily agreed, wanting my secret to be kept.

He asked me to take off my clothes, which I did, though timidly. I wasn't accustomed to being naked with other people around. Mr. Murphy assured me it was okay, and that it was best for a cocksucker to be naked. Cocksucker – I liked the sound of that and was glad that I was finally one.

As soon as I was naked Mr. Murphy got out his huge cock and I dropped to my knees. Once again I was sucking him, delighting to resume my role as cocksucker. It didn't take long before he rewarded me with another mouthful of his hot cum.

This time I thanked him, I couldn't have done it without him!

"I'd really like to do more of this," I said. Mr. Murphy said he would be glad for more and asked how often, to which I replied, "Every day works for me."

"I'm afraid I can't cum that often," he replied, "I can't do it that frequently."

We agreed on every other day, and that I on school days I would stop by at 3:30pm. He was an easy walk from my home, and I would cross through the back yards and come to his back door so the neighbors couldn't see. I love the intigue of these secret meetings and imagined myself as something of a secret agent – Agent Cocksucker, coming to receive a secret mouthful each time.

I wasn't even twelve yet, and was getting more sex than guys who could cum. As I sucked Mr. Murphy he would have me stroke myself to see if I could cum. Then one wonderful day I did. My first orgasm was with his cock and load in my mouth – it was amazing!

"Now that you are getting to be a big boy, I think you are ready for more," he said.

"More?" I asked.

"I have some friends who would appreciate your work,' he said, "Would you like to meet them?"

I quickly agreed, and had to jack-off again as soon as I got home, thinking about sucking multiple guys, as I'd seen online.

Over the next couple weeks Mr. Murphy would often have friends over who let me suck them. I was so glad to have Mr. Murphy for a special friend.

Sometimes it was just Mr. Murphy alone with me, and afterward we would often talk. He was interested in what turned me on – I told him sucking a group of guys was something I really wanted to try. He said if I could get out on a Friday or Saturday night that he might be able to arrange for multiple guys to to suck.

The next Friday night it happened! I soon shed my clothes and was presented to four of Mr. Murphy's friends. I approached each and they took my little cock in their hand and gently squeezed, quickly bringing me to erection. One of the kissed me, which was kind of gross, but I went along with it – I guess a cocksucker has to be flexible.

One guy asked me to lay across his lap, and squeezed my hard little cock between his legs as he slipped a finger between my cheeks, placing a fingertip on my hole. It felt odd, but kind of nice. Then he licked his finger to wet it and pressed it into my hole, gently working it in.

It was really strange to be entered in that manner, but it felt kind of nice. As he worked it in and out I wondered what it would be like to be fucked. I'd seen guys get fucked online, but quickly moved on, looking for cocksucking, but now I thought it might be nice to diversify.

The fingering was over much too soon, but now it was time for me to suck. The guys all stood around me with their cocks out. I sucked one while handling two others. I wished I had enough hands and mouths to do all five, but a couple simply had to wait. I was really glad to have the experience of multiple cocks. They were all a little different, but all were much larger than I was. As each guy would cum, I would continue to hold his cock in my mouth until he pulled out, then swallowed and moved on to the next.

Mr. Murphy was a good host and went last. I was so grateful to him for all he had done for me and wanted to give him the very best blowjob I could. He sensed my eagerness and responded quickly, unloading in my mouth.

Then my stomach began to rebel, and Mr. Murphy noticed, and asked if I was okay.

"My tummy feels a bit uneasy now," I confessed.

"That's the first time you swallowed that much," he said, "We'll have to help you work up to it before we do more."

Over the next three months Mr. Murphy set up group sucks for me every weekend, each time adding one more guy. I always ended up with my stomach a bit uneasy, but each time having swallowed one more load than the last time. My tolerance for cum grew until I could swallow eighteen loads. Mr. Murphy said he just couldn't line up more guys than that. I was really proud of my accomplishment!

I was very grateful to Mr. Murphy for giving me such wonderful opportunities. Now that I could swallow large amounts of cum, I wondered how I could put that skill to use on a regular basis. Sucking a large group of guys was something that happened only rarely, and Mr. Murphy confessed that he would not be able to host large groups anymore because the crowd drew unwanted attention of neighbors. He did have an idea however. He knew a man who ran a strip club and might value my talent. They have a glory hole where their customers can satisfy their needs after watching the show. He said he would call and explore the opportunity.

The next day he called me and asked if I could come with him on Friday night to the strip club. I quickly agreed. Because I was underage I couldn't go in the main entrance, so we went to the back door, where Mr. Marshall, the manager let us in and took us to his office. After a brief introduction he said, "Show me what you can do."

I got on my knees awaiting his cock, which was quickly in my mouth. He commented on how eager I was, and then on my skill. Soon he came and I eagerly swallowed.

"Okay, you've passed the interview," he said, "Now let me tell you about what we have."

"We have two glory holes set up, but only one person to service them," he continued, "Our customers line up and sometimes don't ever get serviced, so you can be of great help."

He took me down a hallway to a couple of doors. Both had lights over the door, and only one was lit. That was the one currently in operation. He opened the other door and showed me a pillow on the floor for me to kneel on, and a door covering a hole where customers would insert their cocks."

"You realize that you may be sucking dozens of guys you don't even know and swallowing a lot of cum, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded, and Mr. Murphy said, "I can vouch for his proficiency."

"Want to get started now?" Mr. Marshall asked and quickly agreed. He had me kneel on the pillow and slid the door open, which also turned the light on above my booth entrance and turned on an "open" sign over the hole. I waited for a bit. Mr. Marshall assured me that once the guys realized I was open, there would be plenty for me.

I waited a few minutes and then a cock came through the hole. It was a bit odd, but strangely arousing to suck an anonymous cock like this. After watching the strip show he was really ready to cum, and in just a few minutes gave me his load. He pulled out and I barely had time to swallow before the next one came through. I got right on him, and so continued for another half hour, before Mr. Marshall stopped back and said it was time for a break. The glory holes operated for fifty minutes out of the hour and shut down for ten. We went back to Mr. Marshall's office and he asked me how I liked it.

"It was great!" I said, "Glory holes are a wonderful invention."

"Indeed they are," he agreed, "And getting rare – I've been operating this one for two years, but any day now I might get shut down."

"I hope that doesn't happen," I said, "But I'll be glad to do my part." Mr. Marshall said I could work for a few hours every Friday night if I liked, and I quickly agreed.

That was three years ago, and since then I must have swallowed many pints of cum! Sadly, he got shut down in a police raid a few weeks ago. Fortunately, I wasn't working that night, so I didn't get into trouble. But now I need to find a new supply of cum. Given my background, I'll never be content to simply give a casual blowjob here or there. I need volume, so I'm looking into setting up my own glory hole, where I'll be able to swallow all I want every day.

Anyone have a good place?

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)