First Taste of Cum Part 113    
          by Bill Beaumonte (  

This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.  

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Author’s note:
This series presents a number of independent stories of about youthful first blowjobs. Some of these are inspired by my readers. I hope you enjoy this series.

Forced by Dom

    My name is Kyle, and I'm a straight cocksucker – I know that sounds impossible, but it's true! I suck cock and am hooked on it, but I have no desire for men. I am happily married with children and really love women, but I also have a weakness for cock.

My wife is pretty traditional and not at all adventurous. Our sex was good and I did my best to keep her satisfied, but I had a secret need. In my work I was a hard driver and real "go-getter", but sexually I am submissive. I'm kind of ashamed of that and certainly don't let most people know, but it's a need I have.

Late at night after my wife went to sleep I would explore some of the AOL chat rooms. I found a Femdom room and began chatting with some of the women. They talked very forcefully to me and I immediately got hard. Soon I jacked off and went to bed. I repeated this night after night and then one of the women asked, "Are you playing with yourself?"

"Yes," I admitted, and she ordered me to stop. It was okay for me to be hard, but I better not touch my cock while talking with her. She would never know if I complied, but I felt like I had to obey her. My cock strained, begging for release.

I found myself chatting with the same domme night after night and finally she told me she wanted to meet me. I found myself quickly agreeing. I told my wife I had to work late and drove to the domme's apartment the next day after work.

She made me strip down and kiss her feet, among many other humiliating things. The most humiliating was making me suck a very realistic dildo. She told me that once I became proficient she would make me give blowjobs.

She asked me if I liked that and I begged her not to make me, but my hard cock gave me away. The truth is that intellectually I wanted no part of cocksucking, but somewhere inside was a desire I couldn't control.

I would often jack off thinking about sucking, but as soon as I came I felt horribly guilty about it. For months I wondered if she would make me suck, but it didn't happen.

I had a business trip out of state and spent a few hours in the Femdom AOL rooms, but wasn't able to make a connection. It was late but I was horny and really wanted to connect with someone, so out of desperation I went to a Male Dom room. I was more curious than anything else, but struck up a conversation with a guy who was clearly dominant, and something about it felt just like the female domme.

He said he could tell I was submissive and asked how often I submitted to men. "Never," I said, "I'm straight."

"You think you are," he said, "but I can make you suck me."

I didn't buy it, but he was very sure of himself. After a little more conversation he found that I was staying just a few miles away, so he gave me his address and ordered me to come over and blow him.

Even though I would never do such a thing, I found myself agreeing and leaving for his place. On the way I just kept thinking "I'm not a cocksucker – my wife isn't married to a cocksucker – my kids don't have a cocksucker for a father."

Yet I was driving to see a man who said he would make me blow him. It was like someone else had control after me and I was just going along for the ride.

I arrived and sat in the car for a moment. I really wanted to just go back, but somehow knew I had to go through with this.

I knocked on the door of his apartment and he welcomed me. I hesitated and he just commanded, "Get in here and on your knees – you need this and you know it!"

He seemed to know me better than I knew myself. Soon I was on my knees, ready to suck him off, but wanting no part of it. He was wearing only a bathrobe and soon he opened it to reveal a huge boner. I had never been so close to another man's cock and I was both scared and filled with desire.

His robe dropped to the floor as he approached me, his cock was nearly to my mouth and I instinctively opened, as if under his control. As I felt him enter my mouth there was something very right about the way it felt – as if my mouth was supposed to have cocks in it.

I didn't know what to do, but just let him take the lead. I found my hands reaching up and holding his hairly ass cheeks and he put his hand on my head and gently coached me on how to suck. The humiliation of the experience was incredible and I knew I was doing what I was destined to do.

I could have pulled away but knew I belonged there and continued to submit.

His hands gripped my head harder as his cock flooded my mouth with his hot seed. I should have expected it, but it took me completely by surprise. The taste was so unique -- unlike anything I had ever experienced. I realized that "he just came in my mouth!" but was unprepared for this. I just swallowed, because it seemed the right thing to do.

He finally pulled out and patted my cheek and said "congratulations, you're a cocksucker and nothing can ever change that. You can go."

Not even a thank you! Well, I suppose I shouldn't have expected one. I wondered how many other straight men he had turned into cocksuckers. He certainly knew how to use a submissive!

I drove back to my hotel with his taste vividly in my mouth. Back in my room I did not brush my teeth because I felt I should maintain the manly taste.

I went to bed and jacked off, feeling guilty as soon as I came, but I quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next day I awoke and realized that I was now and forevermore a cocksucker – there was no going back. Throughout my work day I wondered if anyone could tell I was a cocksucker – did I give off some sort of signal? – probably not, but I couldn't help wondering.

For the next three nights, until I went home I lurked in the male dom rooms and found guys to suck every night. I realized that I was not only a cocksucker, but was now addicted to cock!

By now I've given hundreds of blowjobs, but to this day I contend that I am straight – just with a need to suck cocks!

Special thanks to my online friend Kevin, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (