| First Taste of Cum Part 115
by Bill Beaumonte (firstname.lastname@example.org)
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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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.
name is Bryce, and I'm a pretty typical high school kid except that I bust pedophiles. My father is on the police vice squad and he does sting operations where men are lured into meetings with kids for sex, and then they get busted.
I'm the bait. I volunteered to help my father after I heard that one of the other cop's sons was helping out that way. It seemed kind of cool, like undercover spy work. I would get on internet chat rooms devoted to meeting kids and chat with adults, trying to interest them in meeting. A lot of them were skittish, and probably jacking off while we talked, because many of them suddenly disappeared (when they would cum).
Usually a couple of times a week I would actually arrange a meeting with a guy, and my father would drive me to the location, and once the guy let me in they would storm the place and bust him. At first I found it amusing to see how the guy's looks would change, from anticipation (of the blowjob I promised him), to terror as it turned bad.
I did this for about a month and then started to feel kind of bad about it. Sure, I was helping to bust perverts, but I was luring them, so I was the reason they got caught. I continued to work with my father, hoping I would get accustomed to it, when one day everything changed.
I was sitting at my father's desk while he was in a staff meeting. Nobody else was nearby, so I started snooping around. I opened a drawer to his desk and saw a folder on top, which I removed and opened. It was full of pictures they called kiddie-porn. The top picture showed a young boy sucking an older guy's cock. Some showed other things, but most were about blowjobs. I thought about how I had offered that to every guy who got busted, and was glad that my father and the other cops would come to my rescue. I wondered what it would have been like if they hadn't rescued me silly thought!
I don't know why, but I took one of the smaller blowjob pictures and put it in my shirt pocket, then I put the folder back the way I found it and did a little more snooping. I got bored and had more time to kill, so I decided to go to the men's room and jack off.
I pulled my pants down and sat there stroking my cock. Something about stroking in a police restroom was arousing I wondered if they had hidden cameras. I thought about some of the girls from school and envisioned them kneeling before me and sucking me.
I pulled the cocksucker picture from my pocket and looked at it. I wondered what it would be like to suck a guy off and I immediately came, with the strongest climax I had ever experienced!
I just stared at the picture in amazement. It had awoken feelings that I never knew I had! I stuffed it back in my pocket and pulled my pants up. I left the men's room and waited at my father's desk until his meeting finished.
Then he took me to the computer room where I began fishing for perverts. I found that I was feeling very different about it when I offered them blowjobs I felt like I really wanted to blow them. I know it was wrong, but it's just the way I felt. I almost had a meeting set up and I stopped. I realized that I didn't want to bust him I just wanted to blow him!
For the next few days, every time I jacked-off I would think about blowing an adult. When I chatted with guys online I knew that I really wanted to suck them, but I was supposed to bust them. I just couldn't bring myself to have the meeting. My father noticed that the busts were slowing down and asked me if anything was wrong. I just told them that all this weirdness was getting to me, and maybe police work wasn't for me.
A new chapter in my life was unfolding. The next day after school I came home and started my home computer. I searched the chat rooms and found Mike, a guy I had previously chatted with and opened a private chat room with him. That way nobody else could see even the cops.
I told him that I was new to this and needed someone who would go slow and teach me. He told me that he would enjoy teaching me and we made arrangements to meet. He lived about four miles away, so I rode to his place on my bike and rang his doorbell. Mike answered the door a nice looking old guy who reminded me of a grandfather. He was just wearing a bathrobe and slippers.
I was really nervous, but I told him that I really wanted to get started, and he opened his robe, displaying his naked body and a well developed soft cock. He led me to his couch, where he sat down with his feet apart. I knelt on the floor between his knees and looked at his huge cock.
I reached for his cock and he nodded with encouragement. I took his huge limp cock in my hand and wrapped my fingers around it. Mike let out a moan as I held it firmly, stroking it. I loved the way it felt as it grew in my hands, and soon a small droplet of precum formed on the tip. I lowered my head to it and licked the droplet. It had a slightly salty taste which I liked. I wondered what cum would taste like, and hoped to find out soon.
I decided to suck him and lowered my head onto his cock, but could only get a little more than the head in. Mike told me it was alright, and to just focus on running my tongue around the head especially the bottom. He told me to hold his cock with my hand and stroke him as I sucked. I suppose it was actually a combination of a blowjob and a handjob, but it was the only way I could deal with his monster cock.
Soon Mike told me he was cumming and I got ready to take his load. He shot strongly, and the taste was unlike anything I had ever tried. He pumped six or seven times, and I just held it all in my mouth.
Mike pulled out of my mouth and told me to just hold his cum in my mouth for awhile, getting accustomed to the taste. As I did, I found that I the taste was improving, and then I swallowed it all.
I agreed to come back later that week and rode my bike home. As I rode I knew that this was what I wanted to do give men the blowjobs they need and keep them out of jail. That seemed a much nobler thing to do. I resolved to find other men to blow.
It's been a year now and I have 28 regulars. I blow them from several times a week to a twice a month. That's enough for me to average five or six blowjobs a day, so I don't hunt for new guys. I occasionally add more when my guys introduce me to their friends.
I'm sure my father would love to lock up every one of them, and it gives me a special feeling to know that I'm keeping a bunch of horny men out of jail!
To be continued . . .
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