I'm Lester, a 12 year old boy learning all I can about sex. I know a lot of guys, but none are what you would call close friends, so I often was alone because I didn't have anyone to hang out with. I went to a local shopping mall and hung out there for awhile.

I wandered around and played a few pinball games in the arcade. I had to take a leak so I found the mall restroom. It was down a long hall – like they didn't want people using it. When I walked in I saw an older boy standing at a urinal, stroking his hard cock. It sounds stupid now, but I really didn't know what he was doing, and I was fascinated. He saw me watching and turned to face me. "Like this?" he asked.

I nodded and drew closer. He told me I could stroke him if I wanted and I reached for his cock. I had never touched anyone else's cock before and this was really huge! It felt warm and I stroked him as I had seen him do. He told me to squeeze it harder and stroke faster. I did so and got on my knees because I got a better look this way.

In a few minutes he said, "Open your mouth!"

Without thinking, I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into it and sprayed something in. I thought he was pissing in my mouth, but it wasn't piss, but it tasted terrible!

I turned and spit it into a urinal and saw white globs floating in the water, kind of like snot. He said, "Too bad you spit it out – it's better when you swallow."

I didn't understand all that had happened, and the guy left in a big hurry. In retrospect I was taking a big chance – someone could have walked in at any moment and I'd be caught. I didn't know what I had done, but I was pretty sure it wasn't something I wanted to be caught doing.

I took my leak and quickly left the restroom. As I walked back to the game arcade I still had the strange taste in my mouth and was about to go back to the restroom to rinse my mouth out when I remembered that he said swallowing was better. I decided to not go back, and in less than fifteen minutes I couldn't taste it any more.

That night in bed I played with myself and got hard. I tried stroking like I had the other guy's cock and found that it felt great. As I remembered what had happened I felt an increasing excitement, and soon my hand was moving faster and faster and I felt something I had never before. It kind of felt like I had to pee, but I didn't have control of it, and couldn't get to the bathroom in time, and squirted on my pajamas. But this was not pee – it was something else and I had the most amazing feeling – unlike anything I had ever felt!

I turned the light on and lifted the covers. Most of it had soaked into my pajama bottoms but I could still see a couple of whitish droplets yet remaining. This had been a major revelation for me and I wanted to do it again and again.

I was tired and drifted off to sleep. In the morning awoke and saw that my pajama bottoms were dry. They felt a little stiff where I had wet them, but there was no mess to have to clean up.

I remembered last night and began to play with myself again, and soon I was hard. I stroked myself and thought about stroking that guy's cock and soon I began to get that wonderful feeling again. I grabbed some tissues and shot into them while I enjoyed the incredible feeling!

The tissues were soaked, and I just threw them away – that worked out well.

I showered and had breakfast and then left for school. I kept thinking about the guy I stroked and wondered how I could meet him again. I was sure I could learn a lot from him, and was really grateful for what I had learned already.

I decided to go back to the mall and see if I could find him. After school I walked through the mall but didn't see him. I went to the restroom, on the chance that he might be there, but he wasn't. It was a long shot anyway, but worth trying. I went home and pleasured myself again. I tried to do it again right away but found that I couldn't, and hoped that I hadn't injured myself in some way.

At bedtime I tried again and found that it worked just fine – nothing broken – I guess I just have to wait a while before trying again.

The next day I went to the mall again and I saw him. He was walking along with another guy – I wasn't sure if I should approach him now, but realized that I might not have another chance, so I gathered my courage and walked up to him.

He immediately recognized me and said, "Come back for more?"

I nodded and he said something to his friend about my jacking him off, but I didn't understand.

His friend said something about maybe he could get me to blow him, and they told me to follow them to the restroom.

I had no idea what would happen, but was excited just the same. The guy I had stroked introduced himself as Ed, and his friend was Mike. When we arrived at the restroom, Mike grabbed a "Closed for Service" sign that was inside the door and set it up just outside the door. He closed the door and latched it.

"I don't really understand what I did, but want to learn more," I said, "I've been doing it to myself and it's really great!"

Ed explained to me about masturbation and that I had given him a handjob. He told me about cum, and if I didn't like the taste, it would get better with practice. Both Ed and Mike took their cocks out and let me examine them. He told me that if I wanted to I could suck it and make him cum that way. I was eager to learn all that I could and quickly agreed.

I got to my knees and began to suck Ed. He told me about keeping my teeth off his cock and moving my tongue around in ways that he liked. After a few minutes he said, "I'm gonna cum – get ready to swallow!"

I felt Eds hard cock pump shots of his cum into my mouth over and over again. I swallowed it and that seemed to work out fine. It still tasted strange, but in a good way. Ed pulled out and I thanked him for teaching me. Mike said I could blow him as well, and I did so eagerly. When he came in my mouth I found that I kind of liked the taste.

Afterward we exchanged phone numbers and they said I could meet them for more training. I was glad to do so and thought about sucking them every time I stroked myself. I met with Mike and Ed once a week and sometimes they would have other friends over, and I blew them all. Ed told me that we should keep this secret, because it was a very private matter – not something everyone should know about. I agreed, though I didn't understand entirely.

Later I did understand, and learned about cocksuckers and how they were faggots, a shameful lot to be avoided. I realized that I was a cocksucker, and was glad that I had kept quiet about it.

I might be a cocksucker, but I was one happy cocksucker!

Special thanks to my online friend, Rachel Quinn, for providing the idea and some of the plot line for this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)