First Taste of Cum Part 119    
          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.

YMCA Shower

    My name is Billy and I'm an on-call cocksucker. By that I mean I receive blowjob requests by text on my cell phone and respond. It's wonderful arrangement I've had for three years now and I hope to continue it for the rest of my life.

I live in a conservative area and go to a middle school where being a faggot can make your life pretty rough – I know because I've seen it happen to other kids whose secret got out. I struggled for a long time to figure out how to find guys to blow without being "outed". I decided that it had to remain a secret from everyone at my school, but if I could find guys elsewhere, my secret could be safe.

I often go to the local YMCA to swim, and they have designated times for different age groups – probably to keep the older kids from picking on the younger ones. I decided to wait and go into the showers when the high school kids were there, and at least get a good look at their cocks, and maybe more.

I was really nervous, but excited at the same time, and had a stiffie to show it. As the older boys entered the shower I kept to my self, repeatedly soaping up and rinsing off. It must have been obvious to nearly anyone that I was just killing time, but that was okay. My heart was pounding as I saw all these hairy cocks – they looked so manly and I wanted to suck them all, but was afraid to make my move with so many guys there.

I waited until there were just three other kids in the shower and said to them, "You have really nice cocks – I hope mine grows up like that."

The boys laughed and one of them said, "Wanna take a closer look?"

"Sure," I said, and approached. He stood there and let me get close enough to touch him. I reached toward his cock and said, "May I?"

"Go for it," was his reply.

For the first time I had another guy's cock in my hand and I loved it. The other guys drew closer to me and I took one of their cocks in my other hand, and loved the way they felt as they hardened.

"What about me?" said the third guy.

"I only have two hands," I replied.

"How about your mouth?" he shot back.

That was enough for me and I let go of the other two cocks and dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. His cock was in my mouth and I couldn't believe how right it felt – like cocks and mouths were supposed to be together. I started to suck him, but he quickly took hold of my head and faced fucked me – it was a little scary at first but soon I loved it. In only a few minutes his hot seed was pumping into my mouth.

What a taste! I had tasted my own cum before, but this was so much better. There is simply nothing in the world like the taste of cum and I can't get enough of it! He pulled out and I eagerly swallowed as one of the other guys took his place. He also face fucked me and I was beginning to think that was how all blowjobs were done. It was okay with me, and soon I was swallowing his load as the third guy slipped in.

After a brief face-fucking he unloaded as well and the three of them said I was a great cocksucker, and they would keep me busy. I told them I would be glad to suck them whenever they needed it. We dried off and went to the locker room to get dressed. I gave them my cell phone number and they agreed to text me when they needed me. Their names were Arnold, Jack and Lenny – my very first blowjobs! Just for fun I decided to keep a journal of my blowjobs, listing the date and recipient, and any special circumstances.

Over the next week each of the guys texted me with blowjob requests and I entered them in my phone contacts so I would know who was requesting. I liked being on-call for blowjobs by these three guys, but wished I had more. Should I go back to the YMCA showers to find more? Soon I found that I was getting blowjob requests from new guys, and each time made a point of recording their names. In a month I had seventeen guys I was servicing regularly. Hardly a day went by that I didn't blow someone, and sometimes as many as five!

I gave blowjobs anywhere the guys wanted me to. Sometimes in their cars, or in bathrooms, or in their back yards. One Saturday night I was invited to a party in one of the guy's basements. There were a bunch of porn magazines around and plenty of beer, so the guys were good and horny – just like I like them to be. I was there for one reason and knew it well, so soon I was on my knees sucking. A line was forming behind the guy I blew and I was delighted to do my first suck line. It was easy work because each guy came very quickly. I was so busy I didn't even notice most of the faces – I was just focusing on my work. I had swallowed what must have been a dozen loads by the time I got to the last guy.

"I never knew you were such a cocksucker!" said the guy I was sucking, in a voice that sounded all-too-familiar.

I looked up and was surprised to see it was Jimmy, a guy from my school – just what I wanted to avoid! My heart sank as I realized that someone from my school knew my secret, and I was terrified that he would talk about it.

After Jimmy came, I swallowed and said, "You can have a lot more, as long as you don't tell anyone at school."

"I won't tell anyone," he promised, "I don't want to ruin a good thing!"

Jimmy and I weren't exactly best friends, but he was in a couple of my classes and I knew him fairly well. Now that I was blowing him we grew a lot closer and we hung out a lot together – it became a "friends with benefits" arrangement. Jimmy was the younger brother of one of the high school guys I blew. I hadn't anticipated that, and wondered how many of the guys had younger brothers that knew me. I made a point of asking each of the guys I blew if they had brothers in my school. Two of them did, and soon I was blowing them as well, but only after their older brothers cautioned them to keep it quiet.

Sometimes Jimmy would text me with a blowjob request, but often he would ask me directly, and we would find a place to do it. The other two boys from my school that I blew were Ed and Stan, and soon we became good friends as well.

I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow word got out to a few more guys in my school. They each approached me individually and said they heard I did good work, and if I would take care of them they would keep my secret. I was in no position to refuse, so gradually I was sucking more and more guys from my school. In all other ways my life at school was pretty normal – nobody else knew I was a cocksucker and that's the way I liked it.

By the end of my time at middle school I was regularly blowing over 20 guys there. That was great because we would all be moving to high school together while many of my high school guys moved out of town for college or joined the Army. A few stayed local and I continued to blow them.

I know full well that I'm a faggot, but am grateful that only the guys I blow know it, so I can lead an otherwise-normal life! I'm glad to be a faggot, and love all the blowjobs. I'm thinking of going to a local community college when I graduate from high school, so I won't be abandoning my devoted clients!

By new my journal shows that I've given several thousand blowjobs and swallowed gallons of cum! I know that I am one very lucky cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (