First Taste of Cum Part 152    
          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.

Friend from California

    I'm Art, a tenth grade high school guy just outside the twin cities in Minnesota. I usually think of myself as very well informed, and pretty wise in the ways of the world, but I new kid in school changed all that. Marty moved from California, where his father worked for an electronics firm that transferred him here.

Living in frigid Minnesota I always thought that California was a place people moved to, not from. Marty arrived in April, just when the weather was turning nice here. We quickly became friends and hung out together a lot. On Saturday mornings I would go swimming at the YMCA and invited him to come along. Marty was accustomed to surfing and swimming in the ocean, so he was a natural in the water.

We had a good time swimming, and afterward went to the showers, where we were alone. While I was washing the chlorine out of my hair my eyes were closed and I was startled to feel a hand on my cock. I opened my eyes to find Marty holding my cock.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just being friendly," Marty explained, "It's a lot nicer than a hand shake, don't you think?"

While he had surprised me, I had to admit that it felt really nice.

"Try it," he said, and I took hold of his cock.

I had never touched another guy's cock before, but it felt just fine, and I noticed him getting hard from my touch. I hadn't noticed that I was now fully hard as well – because I was enjoying it so much.

Noticing our condition Marty said, "We better take care of this," and started stroking me with a soapy hand. The soap made it really slippery, and it felt so amazing my knees nearly buckled, and soon I shot my load onto the shower floor. I knew that I should return the favor, so I soaped up my hand and jacked Marty off as well.

We finished our showers, but said nothing about it afterward. I think we both realized that we had crossed a line of some sort, though I certainly had no regrets.

We hung out together the rest of the day, but said nothing of the shower incident, though I found myself thinking about it over and over. I liked girls, but this was something I really liked as well, and wouldn't mind repeating it.

A couple of days later Marty was at my house after school. We were in my room with the door closed, and everyone in my family respects a closed door. It was great because I could jack off or look at porn online without being interrupted.

I had been thinking about having my cock held all day long, so as soon as the door was closed I said, "Are you feeling friendly?"

It didn't register with Marty at first, but then I saw the look of recognition on his face and he said, "Sure, real friendly," and he unzipped and took out his cock.

I unzipped and freed myself as well and soon we were squeezing each other's cocks again. It felt so wonderful I never wanted it to stop.

"This sure is better than a handshake," I reaffirmed, "So what other friendly things do you do in California?"

Marty dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock! That came right out of the blue and I would never have expected it – and it felt so good!

I realized that I should return the favor and resolved to do so once Marty finished. Soon I came and Marty eagerly swallowed. He sure was a friendly guy, and I hope I could count on more. My willingness to return the favor dissipated with my climax, and I just didn't quite feel the need any more.

"You don't have to do me if you don't want to," Marty said, "I know it's not for everyone."

I thanked Marty, grateful that he let me off the hook, but felt a little guilty about not sucking him.

After Marty left I really wished I had sucked him. I was straight, but not homophobic. Sucking cock hadn't interested me, but it wasn't repulsive to me. I didn't really want to suck his cock, but thought I should return the favor.

The next day at school I apologized to Marty for not sucking him. He said it was fine, but I said it wasn't – I just wouldn't feel right if I didn't reciprocate.

"There's lot's of guys who get blown without reciprocating," he said.

"Well, I'm not one of them, so please don't make it difficult for me to," I responded.

We agreed to go to my house after school and Marty would collect the blowjob I owed him.

When we got to my room and closed the door I said, "I've never done this before, so I might need some coaching."

"No problem," said Marty, "You'll probably be fine without coaching – it turns out that most people naturally know how to suck cock."

I wondered at that, but didn't press the issue. Marty unbuckled his trousers and dropped them and his shorts to his ankles. I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I just couldn't believe how natural it felt, like his cock BELONGED in my mouth! I began to suck and move my tongue around while Marty quietly moaned with delight. I felt good knowing that I was making a difference for him.

I thought that sucking him would just be something I would endure to get it over with, but I found that I really liked it. There was something really special about running my tongue over his cock, knowing that I was bringing him close to climax. I was having a really good time sucking him.

I put my hands on his ass cheeks and squeezed as I pulled him to me. I had only sucked him for a few minutes before I felt his cock pulsing and pumping his cum into my mouth. It was really strong tasting – nothing like I expected, but not bad – kind of an unmistakable flavor of its own. The only bad thing about it was that it was over. I held Marty in my mouth while he finished pumping, and would have continued to suck him except that he pulled out. I held his load in my mouth, not wanting to swallow too quickly, but Marty began a conversation, so I had to swallow.

"Was it okay?" he asked.

"It was wonderful!" I said, "I never would have thought it would be that way!"

"We don't have to take turns," Marty explained, "We can do it both at the same time."

"How does that work?" I asked.

Marty told me about 69ing, which sounded wonderful to me. He said we could do it tomorrow at his place, because his parents don't get home until six, and we'd have plenty of time. I told Marty I was anxious to try it, and hoped to be sucking him from now on. He agreed, but said he needed to suck me now, so I took out my cock, realizing that both parties to a blowjob can have a great time.

The next day I was hard most of the day, anticipating 69ing with Marty. After school I went to Marty's and we went to his room. He said its best to do it naked, so we both stripped down. He told me to lay on my back on his bed, and then he climbed on top, putting his cock in my mouth and laying on top of me, sucking me at the same time. This was better than I could have imagined. Sucking a cock while being sucked at the same time is better than words can describe. Marty's balls were resting on my nose, so I could smell his manly scent. We both agreed to go slowly so we could enjoy it longer.

I think we might have stretched it to 15 minutes, but eventually I couldn't hold back and I came. My cum must have sent Marty over the edge because almost immediately he pumped is load into my mouth. After cumming we just lay there. I had my eyes closed, savoring the experience, when suddenly we heard, "Smile!" Marsha, Marty's older sister had walked in on us, and caught us in the act.

I opened my eyes to see a girl taking a picture of me with Marty's balls on my nose and his cock in my mouth. Almost immediately Marty got off me and I quickly swallowed his load.

"What are you doing Sis?" Marty demanded.

"Just collecting some evidence of your faggot friend," she said.

"What the hell for?" Marty asked.

"Oh, just so he'll do a favor for me," she said.

"This isn't fair!" Marty protested.

"Life isn't fair, little brother," said Marsha, "But don't worry, I'm only going to blackmail your friend."

My heart sank as I realized that she could expose me. I enjoyed the sucking, but sure didn't want others to know – especially in this really conservative area.

"Ok, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Give me your cell phone number," she said, "and be ready to follow instructions I text you on Friday night."

Having no choice, I gave her my number.

"By the way," she said, "Now that I have you, you two faggots and continue to play all you want, except that I may want to watch sometimes."

We were in no mood for further play, so I went home, scared to death of what may yet come.

On Friday night I waited for Marsha's demands, and they came on my phone about seven. She said to come to Marshall Park at eight and come up to an Impala (and gave the license plate number). When I get there she would tell me what to do.

My mind ran through all sorts of scenarios – not knowing was the worst part. Finally at quarter to eight I set out for Marshall Park. It was sort of a lover's lane, where young lovers went to make out. It was already dark when I arrived, but there was a full moon, which made easier to find the car. There was only one Impala, so I didn't need to look at the license plate. I walked up to the car and knocked on the window. Marsha opened a door and told me to get in.

She and a boy were in the back seat making out. "I promised Mike a blowjob," she said, "And you're going to give it to him."

I was sitting in the front passenger seat, and had to lean into the back seat area between the two front seat backs. It was an awkward position, but I was able to get his cock into my mouth. I sucked him while he repeatedly called me a good cocksucking faggot, telling me he has just what I want. Meanwhile Marsha was texting on her phone to someone. In a few minutes her boyfriend came, and I swallowed.

"Is that all?" I asked Marsha, feeling humiliated.

"After you've blown the other guys," she said, "Then you can go."

I got out of the car to find six guys lined up. The first guy unzipped and took out his cock, so I got on my knees and sucked him. Being forced to suck isn't nearly as nice as sucking voluntarily, but I realized that I was hard, so it was still turning me on. Fortunately nobody else knew of my arousal. I sucked off all six guys, and then went home.

When I got home I jacked off right away. I went to bed early that night, wanting to just put all this behind me.

The next day I got a text from Marsha, thanking me for me service and telling me that she gave my number to some of the guys, who will need my service. I got a flurry of text requests over the next week and found myself giving a couple of blowjobs a day – all to complete strangers. After awhile things settled down to a few blowjobs a week, which I actually grew to like. Marty and I play a couple of times a week – now we are careful to steer clear of Marsha!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (