Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 12:33:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 18 First Taste of Cum (part 18) 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. –––––––––– Caught by Gardener –––––––––– I'm 17 and think about cock all the time, though I haven't had the courage to do anything about it. I've seen how gay guys get picked on, and that isn't for me, so I've kept my feelings to myself. It was summer break, so I didn't have school. Both my parents worked, which left me at home. I spent a lot of this time naked, watching porn. I typically jacked off three or four times a day. By the time I went to bed at night my balls often ached from the repeated draining. Today the two gardeners were working in the yard. They kept to themselves, so I just went about my business stroking my cock while watching gay porn and playing with a dildo. My favorite fantasy was giving blowjobs, and would usually cum while imagining a cock emptying into my mouth. I several sizes of dildos, and always started small one and worked up to the largest one. I would suck the dildo, imagining I was giving a blowjob. I would then press the head to my ass while kneeling over it and pressing down on it, forcing it in while I stroked. I was now taking in a big black dildo that was as big around as a baseball bat! It was quite a stretch, but I loved it – I took it slow and easy and usually got it in on the first try. As I took the huge dildo in as far as I could while stroking my hard cock. I happened to look up and saw one of the gardeners looking in the window and right at me! Shit! I was caught! I didn't know what to expect now – maybe he wouldn't say anything – after all, he had no business looking in our windows. I lost my arousal and got up and walked into the bathroom. I removed the dildo and cleaned it up. As I left the bathroom I heard knocking at the door. I went to my bedroom and grabbed a robe, so I could cover myself. The knocking was at the patio door to the back yard. I opened the door and one gardener, Mario said, "Sorry to bother you, but would you please come outside for a bit?" I stepped outside and said, "What's up?" Mario said, "We both say you using that dildo, and we think you might like the real thing." They both unzipped and took out their cocks. They were semi-hard, but with a few strokes they were fully erect. I stood there stunned. There was no use denying anything because I really wanted those cocks! "Take off your robe," directed Mario, which I did. My back yard was fenced in, so the neighbors couldn't see, but I was still self-conscious being naked outdoors. I dropped the robe on a deck chair and got to my knees. Mario approached and soon his cock was in my mouth. This was so much better than any dildo, and I loved the taste and texture of Mario's cock. The other gardener, Juan, stroked my cock while fingering my ass. Mario pulled out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the picnic table and had me lay on my back. Juan raised my legs and slipped his hard cock into my ass. He went in easily after the huge dildo I had been using. He stroked in and out, and felt far better than any dildo! Meanwhile Mario climbed on top of the table and knelt over me, putting his cock in my mouth. "Go ahead and jack off," said Mario, and I began to stroke myself while enjoying the double penetration. Soon Mario pumped his hot load into my eager mouth. This was far more vivid than any fantasy, and soon I was shooting my load onto my belly. As I came, my ass tightened around Juan, and soon his load was inside me. He pulled out and removed a condom filled with his cum. "Suck the cum out of this like a good faggot," Juan directed. He called me a faggot – I didn't especially like that, but I suppose he was right – I certainly was a faggot, but didn't want anyone else to know. They watched intently as I sucked Juan's cum from the condom and tossed it aside. I swallowed and said, "So what happens now?" "I'm sure you don't want anyone to know you are a faggot," Mario said. I agreed, and Mario continued, "All you have to do is to continue to let us use your mouth and ass, which is what you really want anyway. Give us your cell phone number so we can call you when needed." I agreed and gave them both my cell number. They thanked me and I went inside. They finished the lawn and departed. After they left, there was a knock on the front door. By this time I was dressed, so I just answered the door. It was Jeff, the 8th grade boy who lived next door. "Hi there," Jeff began, "I was watching you and the gardeners through a hole in the fence, so I know everything you did." I wasn't about to let this kid get the best of me, so I said, "So what?" "So," said Jeff, "I'll keep my mouth shut if you blow me – otherwise I'll be telling a lot of kids about what I saw!" "You little bastard!" I said, "you can't do that to me!" I tried to stay in control, but Jeff knew he had the upper hand. "I know you are a cocksucker and you like it," Jeff said, "so why not just blow me and avoid a lot of trouble?" He had me, so I invited him in and closed the door. He unzipped and took his cock out. It was smaller than mine and much smaller than the men I had just serviced, but I sucked him just the same. He pressed into my mouth and I felt his zipper against my lips. It didn't take long for him to cum and soon he emptied his load into my mouth. He pulled out and zipped up as I swallowed. He thanked me and said he would be back for more and appreciated my work. He left and I sat on the couch, reflecting on the events of the day. I woke up today with my desire being completely secret, but now two men and a boy know that I'm a faggot, and I'll be servicing them both regularly from now on. This got me aroused and I soon jacked off, enjoying the memory of all the cum I've swallowed. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org