First Taste of Cum Part 146    
          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.

Gay Night at the Y

    I'm Mark, a fifteen-year-old non-practicing gay guy. That is, I love cock, but have never acted on my desires. I don't dare approach anyone at school because I don't want my secret getting out. Gays are a lot more open now than they used to be, but the kids at school can be pretty brutal with anyone who is different.

I really struggle to hide my arousal in the showers at school. When I see all those naked well-hung guys I just can't help getting hard. So far I've been able to turn away in the shower and cover up with a towel as when I'm not in it.

There is a gay support center in the town next to mine. People say a bunch of gay people live there, but I don't know any of them. I don't drive yet, so I ride my bike over there once or twice a week, hoping to connect. Everyone was really nice to me, but didn't want to get involved with me because of my age. Still, I kept trying. There were posters on the walls announcing upcoming events. Most looked good, nothing I could participate in. Then one day I saw a poster for "Gay Night at the YMCA". It was a two hour event from 10 to midnight Friday night, and was for gay men only. I read further and was pleased to see that it was "clothing optional", which meant I'd be seeing a lot of naked men and could proudly display my boner!

I called the YMCA the next day to ask about it, and was told that I didn't need to be a member if I was a first-time visitor. I hoped they wouldn't check ID's. I looked older for my age, so I hoped I would be able to pass on appearance alone. All I had to do now was come up with a plausible excuse to give my parents, since I sure couldn't tell them I was going to look for cock!

I told my parents I was going to sleep over at a friend’s house. I hoped that I would meet someone who would let me crash at their place. For the next couple days I jacked-off three times a day imagining Saturday night. On Thursday I stopped jacking off so I would have a good load on Friday night.

Friday night I packed some extra clothes and rode my bike to the YMCA. I locked my bike and my pack to a bike rack and went in. There were a bunch of good looking guys dressed mainly in t-shirts and shorts, or other clothes that come off easily. I signed in and the clerk told me that since this was my first visit, it was free, but hoped that I would become a member. I told him I would and he handed me a membership application and a brochure. I thanked him and he told me that they would open the doors in a few minutes.

At ten minutes to ten they opened the doors so we could go into the locker room to change – or more accurately, to get naked! I found a locker, undressed and put my clothes in it. The key was on an elastic wrist band, which I slipped over my hand. I got into a line of naked men waiting to go into the pool area. I felt something brush against my ass and reached back to grab a cock.

I quickly turned around and said, "Sorry."

"It's my fault," the guy replied, "I was standing too close – my name is Jerry."

I shook his hand and he said he liked my hand on his cock better, so I took it in my hand again. He grabbed my cock and we fondled each other – much better than any hand-shake! I thought that perhaps this was not appropriate conduct, even in a gay group, so I quickly looked around. I was relieved to see that about five other couples were following our example.

A guy nearby said, "Keep that up and you'll cum before we get started."

The way it felt I didn't care, but the line started moving so we let go of each other and walked into the pool area. Once in the pool area I watched these buff guys jump into the pool. Almost everyone was hard, but I was sure they would lose their erections once they hit the cold water. I was surprised to see that they remained hard, and then discovered that the pool was heated – something special for this event.

There were over a hundred hard cocks here and I was eager to suck as many as possible, but didn't know when I'd get my opportunity. I looked for Jerry and approached him. "I'm kind of new to this, but I'd love to get some of those cocks in my mouth," I said, "When do we get around to that sort of thing."

"Well there aren't really any rules," Jerry said, "but sometimes the guys act like they don't want to be the first, so it sometimes takes a while."

"I don't mind going first," I said, and Jerry smiled and stroked his cock. I dropped to my knees and soon his cock was in my mouth. Finally, after all this time I was sucking a cock! It was truly amazing how cocks and mouths seem to just go together. I knew immediately that this is what I was meant to do! I tried to recall some of what I had read about giving great blowjobs and moved my tongue around Jerry's cock head. Soon he came and gave me my first taste of cum. It was strong tasting and different from anything else, but it was I had waited for, and I loved it.

"Thanks Mark," Jerry said as he pulled out. I swallowed and looked around to see many others sucking. A nearby guy approached and offered me his cock, which I eagerly took. After a few minutes he came also. I sucked off four more guys and there seemed to be no more for me. There were a lot a cocks here, but a lot of cocksuckers as well, and I counted myself lucky for what I cocks I did get to suck.

Jerry invited me to come to his place afterward, and we went to the showers. We helped each other wash, and when Jerry got to my ass he slipped a soapy finger in my ass. That was new to me, but felt really nice. I wondered when I'd get my first fucking.

After showering we got dressed and left. I retrieved my pack from my bike and went to Jerry's car.

"What's with the bike?" he asked.

"I don't drive," I admitted.

"Wait a minute," Jerry said, "How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I said, "I've wanted this all my life!"

"So this was your first time?" he asked, to which I nodded.

"You may be jail-bait," said Jerry, "But I like you!"

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (