Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 11:14:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 29

First Taste of Cum (part 29)

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.

–––––––––– My Sister's Boyfriend ––––––––––

I'm Jimmy, eleven years old with a really hot looking sister.  Becky is 17
and has a boyfriend Ron, who comes over nearly every day.  I've been really
curious about the boy-girl stuff they do.  I've heard stories from my
friends, and I've asked my Dad, but he told me to wait until I was a little
older.  Marty, one of my buddies who is thirteen told me about jacking off
– stroking his cock until it shoots white stuff called cum.  I even
watched him do it, and tried it myself.  It felt good to play with my cock,
and I loved the feeling of being hard, but I couldn't cum.  Marty said it
would happen with time, but I could keep trying until it did.

One day my parents had gone out and left Becky in charge – they told her
she wasn't to have any visitors, but soon after they left she was on the
phone to Ron, who came over shortly.

I spied on them whenever I could.  Often all I saw was kissing and Ron
feeling Becky's tit's but today he got Becky to take off her blouse and bra
and I had a really nice view of her.  Her tits were bigger than most of the
girls her age, and Ron was considered very fortunate to have such a hot
girlfriend.

I usually sat on the staircase that goes up to our bedrooms where I could
peek around the wall and see them making out on the couch.  Ron was asking
Becky for something she didn't want to do.  "Not today," she said, "wait
until next week, then I can."

"But I'm so horny now!" protested Ron.

I didn't realize that Becky was having her period, so she couldn't let Ron
fuck her, but Ron needed relief anyway.

Next I saw Ron take his cock out of his pants and put Becky's hand on it.
She stroked it, kind of like the way Marty would jack off.  I leaned
further around the wall to get a good look, just when Becky looked up and
saw me.

"Jimmy!" she yelled.

I came out of my hiding and came down the stairs.  "I'm really sorry
Becky," I said, "I'm just so curious about boy-girl stuff and want to
learn."

"Well, you can't be spying on us like that!" Becky admonished me.

"It's ok," said Ron, "he's just a boy – come over here Jimmy."

I approached and got a good look at Ron's cock – it was enormous!

"That's really big!" I said, and Ron smiled.

"Want to handle it?" he said, which drew an immediate protest from Becky.

Becky's protest made me more interested and I walked over to the couch and
knelt in front of Ron, taking his cock in both my hands.  Ron smiled and
told me to keep going, while Becky said, "Ron, don't do this."

"It's ok," Ron said, "just this once – you know I really need it."

I stroked Ron to full erection – it seemed amazing how his cock got to
hard and red.  Finally, Becky said, "It's clear that you don't need me!"
and went upstairs.

Ron told me to just keep going.  I wasn't sure why Becky was so mad about
this – Ron and I really loved it.  "Let's take the next step," said Ron,
"Put it in your mouth."

"It's too big for my mouth," I replied.

"Just take what you can," said Ron, "and move your tongue on it and it will
be fine."

I opened my mouth and slid the end of Ron's cock in.  Ron sighed with
pleasure and told me I was doing a good job.  His cock tasted a little
salty, but was actually pretty nice to suck.  I followed Ron's instructions
and soon he came in my mouth.  It was really strong tasting – different
from anything else.  I gagged a little and Ron told me just to swallow and
it would be ok.  I swallowed all of Ron's cum – it took a couple of
swallows because his cock continued to pump cum.

"What do you think of that?" asked Ron.

I pulled off his cock and replied, "kind of strange, but I liked it."

"If you want, we can do it more sometime, but not a word to Becky," he
cautioned.

"Why is she so weird about this?" I asked.

"Who knows?" he said, "girls are funny about a lot of things!"

Ron put his cock away and zipped back up.  He got up and walked to the
stairway and called out to Becky.

"Get out of here, you bastard!" she said, "you know your way out!"

"But dear," said Ron.

"Get the hell out and don't come back!" she yelled.

As Ron left, he whispered to me, "Just keep this between us." and I agreed.

A few minutes after Ron left Becky came downstairs.  She had been crying
and I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just can't believe what Ron made you do," she said.

"He didn't really make me," I replied, "I kind of liked it."

Becky told me to sit next to her on the couch and said, "In a few years you
will start to get interested in girls."

"I already am," I said.

"That's good," said Becky, "boys are supposed to be interested in girls,
but not in other boys."

"I'm not interested in other boys," I said, "I was just helping Ron out."

"It isn't something you should be doing," cautioned Becky, "and it can lead
to other things you shouldn't do.  Now I want to promise you to never do
that again."

I promised, but looked forward to playing with Ron again.  I didn't tell
Becky that I had sucked Ron's cock – I was sure she wouldn't take that
well.

Ron lived down the street, so two days later I stopped by his house and
asked if he needed my help.  I didn't know what else to say, but he got the
point.  He took me into the garage and stood in a place that was hidden and
unzipped his pants.  I dropped to my knees as he took out his cock.  Since
this was my second time I knew what to do and sucked him eagerly, looking
forward to the taste of his cum.  Soon I was rewarded for my effort and
tasted his strong load.  This time it tasted better and afterward I thought
it actually was a really good taste.

He thanked me and said he hoped he could get back with Becky, but she was
still mad at him for the other night.  I told him that I hoped it worked
out, and asked if I could continue to suck him.

"Sure," he said, "Your a pretty good cocksucker!"

I departed and thought about him calling me a cocksucker.  I had never
heard that word before, but it seemed to fit.  Later I learned that
cocksucker was often a term of abuse, but by then I knew that I was a
complete cocksucker!

As I got older I began to date girls, but continued to suck Ron, and some
of his friends.  As I would French kiss my girlfriend, touching our tongues
together, I wondered what she would think if she knew how many times a cock
had been in the mouth she was kissing?

Becky got back with Ron and later married him.  She never discovered that I
was a cocksucker, as Ron and I kept it very secret.  I come to visit Becky
and Ron often, which usually leads to another blowjob.  Becky is glad that
I'm good friends with Ron, but had no idea just how good!

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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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