First Taste of Cum Part 153    
          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.

The Captain

    My name is Jason and I'm between my junior and senior years in high school. I live in near the coast of Lake Superior in the northern part of Minnesota. This summer I'm working on an ore freighter, taking iron ore to Cleveland. When I graduate I plan to enter the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy in Kings Point, New York. I already have sponsorship from the Senator from my state, but I'd like to improve my odds by getting a personal recommendation from Captain Murphy, who commands this boat.

There are five other high school students working as summer help, and Captain Murphy likes to get to know each of us. I haven't met him yet, but three of the others have. I've tried to get a read from them about him, so I can get on his good side and get a favorable recommendation.

Two of the guys I talked to said the Captain was okay – really insisted on loyalty and commitment, which sounded like admirable qualities for anyone. Matt, the third guy was vague and hinted that the Captain wasn't fit for duty – I couldn't get more out of him than that. I hope to see the Captain soon.

The First Mate seemed to take an interest in all the new guys, and I had an opportunity to talk with him after dinner. He knows that I am hoping for a recommendation from the Captain.

"Sir," I began, "Can you give me any insights that will help me hit it off well with the Captain?"

"Well," he replied, "The Captain is very demanding, and expects his crew to be loyal and hard working."

"Is there anything I can do to distinguish myself from others?" I asked, looking for any edge I could get.

"Well, if you can find a way to show him that you'll go beyond the norm," he explained, "To do what others will not – that will impress him."

That seemed kind of general, but I had to take what I could get. Two days later the Captain called for me to come to his cabin.

He was drinking a brandy and offered me some, which I declined, wanting to keep my mind clear.

He asked me a lot of questions about my background and interests – even about my girlfriend. He told me a lot of stories about his many voyages, and I kept him talking as long as possible. I figured if he did the talking not much could go wrong.

I had to keep asking questions to keep him talking, but it seemed to go alright. When I asked him what he didn't like so much he said it was lonely sometimes on the long voyages, and there were no women to keep him company.

He then paused and said that some of the crew helped make up for that, and wondered what how I felt about it. I wasn't entirely sure what he meant exactly so I was a bit vague with, "Well, I think we should help each other out as best we can – we're all in this together."

"That's very open minded of you," said the Captain, "One of the new guys has a rather puritanical view of life." I thought I knew who he was referring to, and that gave me an opening.

"Captain," I said, "I want you to know that you can count on me to do what is needed – please don't hesitate to call upon me if I can be of help."

"That's good to know Jason," he replied, "I'll be sure to keep you in mind."

I went back to my bunk and wondered about some of what the Captain had said, about the crew making up for the lack of women. I considered myself straight, but also very practical. If the Captain wanted special attention, I'd do what I had to do.

The next day I decided to see if I could get more out of Matt. "I talked with the Captain and some of what he said could be interpreted in several ways," I began, "What did he say to you that made you think him unfit?"

"He didn't exactly come out and say it, but he implied that he might want to have sex with me," said Matt.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I told him that I was deeply religious and not willing to engage in any unnatural acts," Matt said.

"Sounds like you made your position clear alright," I said.

"I sure hope so," replied Matt, "But I don't think he likes me."

It turned out that the Captain didn't. We put into port two days later and Matt was given his walking papers.

We were now going to be out for a couple of weeks as we crossed Lake Superior. Ore freighters are huge, but the move slowly, so it takes a long time to reach their destination.

We all tried to get our work done in daylight, so we could take it easy after dark. A lot of the guys played poker or blackjack, but it didn't hold any attraction to me, and I needed to save my money. There were some DVDs available, so I watched movies and read a lot.

One night the First Mate came to me and said the Captain wanted to see me. I quickly stopped what I was doing and reported to his cabin.

I arrived in his cabin and he greeted me, latching the door after I entered. "Just so we aren't disturbed," he said.

"How can I be of service, Sir?" I asked.

"I could sure use a woman, but there aren't any," said the Captain. I was beginning to get the picture.

"Well, I'm not a woman, but I'll help if I can," I said, realizing that I was offering something well beyond my experience.

"Can you help me with this?" he asked, rubbing a huge bulge in his pants. It looked like his cock was enormous and went nearly halfway to his knees.

It was obvious that he wanted his cock pleasured, which I was now psychologically prepared to do. I was straight, and had no desire for cock, but I was very pragmatic, and was willing to "go the extra mile" to succeed.

I thought I might get away with just giving him a handjob, but I would do whatever was needed.

I walked to the Captain's chair and knelt at his feet. "Sir," I began, "I am willing to do what is needed, but am entirely new to this."

"A little scared?" he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"No, just inexperienced," I replied, "I don't know exactly what to do, but am willing to learn."

"That's fine Jason," he said, "I'll teach you what you need to know." He unzipped and took out the most enormous pants python I had ever seen! I had seen pictures of some well-hung black guys, but I never had seen a white cock so big (though I hadn't really seen many so far.)

I took him into both hands and felt it grow from my touch. I thought it would be like handling myself, but this guy was absolutely huge! The Captain smiled as my eyes widenened upon seeing him fully erect. It took both hands, but I began to stroke him and he encouraged me.

"I think you have more talent than you realize Jason," said the Captain.

As I stroked him, he didn't grow bigger, but a little firmer. He told me to take my time so we could both enjoy it more. I didn't really enjoy it – it was just one of my duties, but I gave it my best effort.

After awhile the Captain said, "I'm nearly there – open your mouth."

I knew what he wanted, and I had hoped to avoid it, but I opened my mouth and moved to the tip of his cock.

I was prepared for the worst, since I had heard how bad cum tasted, and soon he began shooting. Not wanting to make a mess, I put my lips to his cock head and received every drop of his seed. It was strong tasting, and very unusual, but not as bad as I had expected. I held his load in my mouth for a little while, growing accustomed to the taste, and then swallowed.

"Thank you, Jason," he said, "I am so glad you are willing to go above and beyond for your Captain!"

I left the cabin, feeling an odd sense of pride, and joined a group of guys watching a movie. A couple of guys smiled at me, and I wondered if they knew what I had just done. After the movie, the First Mate took me aside and asked how I was doing.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Things go okay with the Captain?" he asked, "Any misgivings?"

"It went well," I said, "I'm fine with it."

"That's good," he said, "Some new guys struggle, but you seem to be pretty quick."

It seemed that the First Mate knew exactly what I had been up to, and that it probably was something many other guys did.

"Sir," I asked, "Is it something everyone is expected to do?"

"Nobody remains in the Captain's service unless he services the Captain," he said, "We've all done it – you're in good company."

I didn't know if I should feel relieved that I was in good company or to feel uneasy that they all knew what I was doing. I went to my bunk and went to sleep.

The next day Stan, one of the other students approached me and said, "How did you like your turn in the barrel last night?"

"What?" I asked.

"Your visit to the Captain," he said.

"Oh, it was okay," I said.

Stan smiled, and I knew that he must have done the same. He said, "You know, we can help each other out too."

"Yeah, I guess so." I agreed, and went back to my work.

That night as I lay in my bunk I thought about servicing the Captain. I wondered what it would be like to suck that huge cock, and decided that I would find out next time. Even though I was straight, I was getting a little aroused thinking about it, but just passed that off to being at sea for so long. I drifted off to sleep.

I was startled awake by a hand on my crotch. He had massaged me to full hardness while I slept, and now I really needed more. "Need some help?" I heard him whisper.

"Yeah," was all I could get out, but he went right to work, first exposing my cock and then taking me into his mouth. I had never been sucked before and is was beyond belief! No comparison at all to jacking-off, and I found myself cumming in minutes. I thanked him and he swallowed and departed. I drifted back to a wonderfully sound sleep.

The next day Stan asked me if I had slept well, and I asked, "Was that you last night?"

Stan nodded and I told him it was great, and said he did it really well.

"I've been doing it for years," he said, "And really love it!"

"I'm new at it," I confessed.

"You'll get better with practice," he said, "Feel free to stop by my bunk if you need some practice."

I thanked him, but didn't really think I'd be taking him up on it. Servicing the Captain was just part of the job for me, but I was going to keep it strictly professional.

The First Mate stopped me and said, "Jason, I just wanted you to know about the change in the Duty Roster."

The Duty Roster was a board posted daily which shows the jobs assigned to each crew member. Even though I was new, I was treated like one of the crew.

"The only change is that when you see a star next to your name it means that you have to see the Captain a nineteen bells that night," he said.

"Nineteen Bells" was maritime jargon for 7pm, or 19:00 in 24 hour time. We always used 24 hour time onboard, because we were always in operation, though so far I had always worked a day shift. I knew that would change once I they started the new guys into the shift rotation.

I looked at the Duty Roster and saw that I was assigned to help in the Engine Room today. That was pretty common for me because I was very mechanically inclined, and it sure was better than swabbing the deck.

I looked down the list for the other new guys, and saw their names: Kevin, Tom, Ed and Stan. There was a star next to Tom's name, which meant that he would be servicing the Captain tonight.

I saw that Stan was assigned to the galley today, but there was also an entry for "GH 2000". I wondered what that was and saw one of the regular crew had an entry for "GH 2100".

At lunch I had a chance to talk with Stan and asked him about "GH 2000".

"Oh, I'm working the Glory Hole at 20 bells," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's fantastic!" he said, "Come with me."

Stan took me down a ladder to a place not far from where I worked in the Engine Room. He opened a door to a room that had a bench and a door with a hole in it about three feet from the bottom. "That's a Glory Hole," explained Stan. You stick your cock through the hole and get sucked. When you are done you zip up and leave and the next guy gets his turn."

I had never seen anything like that before and was impressed with how practical the idea was. Guys need relief and it’s a simple and easy way to get it, without a lot of complications. Stan explained that only a few guys work the Glory Hole – those who volunteer for it.

The rest of the day I kept thinking about the blowjob I had recieved the other night and about the Glory Hole. I decided to give it a try. That night after 20 bells I went to the Glory Hole room and opened the door. There was one guy getting sucked and and guy sitting on the bench.

"Sorry," I said, and began to close the door.

"Come in," said the guy on the bench, "It's okay for two to be waiting."

I entered and sat down. "First time here?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I guess I'm kind of nervous."

"You'll get over that," he said, "This is great!"

The guy getting sucked pulled back and the guy I was sitting next too took his place. I slid down on the bench, to what I presumed was the "on deck" position, in baseball parlance.

When my turn arrived I nervously unzipped and put my soft cock through the hole. I wasn't sure if you were supposed to get hard first or not, but Stan quickly took care of that, sucking me expertly! In minutes I gave Stan my load, thanked him and left. I had been so consumed with Stan's work that I hadn't noticed that there were two guys now on the bench. As I left the room I saw that there was a line of four more men in the passage also waiting. Stan had a lot of business tonight!

I went to my bunk and thought about how wonderful the blowjob was. I used to think of blowjobs as just a gay activity, but now I saw it entirely differently. It was perhaps the very best way to cum. I had made love to a girl before, and it was great, but blowjobs were even better! The more I thought about it, the more natural it seemed to be, and I found myself looking forward to my next time with the Captain, when I planned to blow him.

It was two more nights before I was scheduled for the Captain, and this time I was eager for it. As I stroked his huge cock, I wondered how I would suck it, since it was so big. I decided to start before he was fully hard, because I might not be able to get the head into my mouth after he was hard. I took his cock head and a couple of inches of cock into my mouth and was surprised at how natural it felt – like it was meant to be. I enjoyed the feeling of him growing in my mouth. I found that he was so big that I couldn't move my tongue around his cock, but could just move it back and forth across the underside of the head.

"You're doing fine," assured the Captain, "I'm bigger than you may be used to – stroke it while you suck."

I should have thought of that myself, I thought, and began pumping the Captain's cock. I was like a combination handjob and blowjob, but was probably the only way to deal with a monster cock like his. I worked at it for about ten minutes and the Captain pumped his seed into my mouth. With my mouth so full I had to swallow right away, so I didn't get a chance to taste much, which was kind of disappointing.

After finishing, the Captain thanked me and I left. I was fully hard myself, and knew I would need the Glory Hole again tonight.

The next day Stan approached me and asked, "Were you at the Glory Hole last night?"

"Yes," I answered, "How did you know?"

"I thought I recognized your cock," he said.

"Can you do that?" I asked in amazement.

"Sure!" replied Stan, "Every cock is a little different, which you can see, but I can tell by how they feel in my mouth."

I sure was learning a lot that I would never have learned from a job on the land, and was really glad I was there.

I found myself sucking the Captain more often than the other new guys, and one day the First Mate explained, "The Captain likes your work and your enthusiasm.

"Isn't Stan better at it?" I asked with surprise.

"The Captain just said you seem more eager to please," he replied, "Besides, Stan is happy with Glory Hole duty."

I was glad the Captain liked my work, and felt it was time to ask him for a recommendation.

Straight as I was, I found myself kind of liking cocksucking and wondering what it would be like to suck other cocks of more normal size.
I remember Stan inviting me to come to his bunk sometime, and I decided to do so. I looked at the Duty Roster and saw that Stan had no Glory Hole duty tonight, so he would be in his bunk earlier.

After turning in, I lay there until things quieted down, then made my way to Stan's bunk. Feeling him laying there I reached under the blanket and found his cock, which quickly responded to my touch. Stan uncovered, making it easier for me to access him. I took him into my mouth and found that I liked the way it felt. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, envisioning what it looked like, and then started moving my tongue to stimulate him. I sucked him for a few more minutes and then he unloaded into my mouth. I returned to my bunk, but held his load in my mouth, savoring the taste. I fell asleep without swallowing.

The next day Stan thanked me and said I did good work for a new guy. I told him that I would like to do more, but didn't think I could to Glory Hole duty.

"You can always do private sucks," Stan said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You just let it be known that you are willing," he explained, "And guys who want blowjobs will contact you, and you find a private place to do it."

"I'd like that," I said, but how do I get the word out?"

"I can pass the word around if you like," said Stan.

I thanked him and went to work.

Near the end of my shift in the Engine Room one of the crew members approached me for a blowjob. The guy I was working with said he would step out and give us privacy, and I dropped to my knees and sucked him off.

After he left my co-worker returned and asked if I was up for another, so I blew him as well. From that point on I would do 2-3 blowjobs a day, plus Captain's service, which was enough for me. I kind of admired Stan's ability to blow a dozen or more guys in his Glory Hole duty, but that was more than I wanted.

One day the ship's Communications Officer notified me that I had an message. He said he would print it out and I could pick it up at the radio room. I eagerly retrieved it and was thrilled to hear that I was accepted at the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy!

Now that I was on my way to a Merchant Marine career I did my work with even greater enthusiasm, especially my Captain's service. At the end of the summer I went back and finished my senior year in high school, and then went on to the Academy. I stayed in touch with the Captain throughout my training, and upon graduation was delighted to have a position on the Captain's ship.

He still got Captain's service from the new guys, but I had my turn about once a week. I eventually rose to First Mate, and then got my own ship after that. The Captain retired, and when I was back home I would look him up and pay him a visit. His monster cock didn't get hard any more, but he loved my sucking, and would eventually cum after half an hour of attention.

His wife always thanked me. She knew I was sucking him, and said that the Captain always enjoyed my visits.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (