After about two weeks of my newly found routine, I was once again kneeling between the thighs of my new hobby in total bliss enjoying his cock. He warns me of his coming load and I had decided I was not going to chicken out. Here is another significant moment in my forming. I knew he was about to cum, his pattern of breathing and tightening up was pretty consistent. This time I kept his cock in my mouth and the moment I felt that gush I jerked and kept a tight suction on his cock until it stopped. Having no idea what to do with it now that it's in my mouth, I just swallowed. I gagged a bit, but this time it wasn't no where near as nasty as it was before. I also know his gratitude was blloming. He couldn't stop saying thank you and saying wow over and over. Man I was so happy and pleased by his satisfaction. This was also the first day I didn't run home afterwards. I just got up and sat on the couch next to him. He sat there naked and I was so focused on his cock and balls. While we talked I just kept starring at it. It was overwhelming. So overwhelming, I just reached over and began playing with it again. This is when he made a very revealing comment to me that caused some internal struggles. He said, "damn, you really like my dick don't you?!" I chuckled and say "oh yeah."  That comment caused me stress because it was true, but it didn't matter at that moment. I was enjoying myself and he was starting to get hard again. Before too long, I was back on my knees and sucking his cock again. It took him longer to cum this time which I didn't mind because I really enjoyed having his cock in my mouth. He warned me again and I took another load from my friends cock. This time it was even less nasty and a bit more enjoyable. By now it was time for me to head home so I reluctantly left. On my way home his comment about really liking his dick came back to my mind and it was an uneasy feeling. That night I felt bad internally because his comment caused me to question what I was doing. It felt so right while I was doing it, but always left me feeling some guilt. I don't even know why, not even to this day, why I felt guilt from his comment. My only explanation was that his comment was so true it hurt to admit it. I do know this though. He was right. I really did like his dick. I was in love with his dick and I couldn't get enough of it. That entire summer I spent most of it at his house on my knees sucking his dick and swallowing his cum. It took over my life that summer. I was literally miserable if I couldn't go over his house. Almost felt sick inside. Whatever free time I did get that summer, I spent over his house. I know he didn't mind it one bit either, lol. After school resumed it was less likely we could be alone in his basement, but my need and desire to suck his cock was so strong we needed to do something. It was at this point we began to find secluded places so I could suck his cock. The woods, behind businesses after they closed the work day. Any place we felt we wouldn't get caught. It wasn't often, but whenever we could break away we did. I couldn't wait for the next summer.