Date: Fri, 20 May 2016 20:16:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 31 First Taste of Cum (part 31) 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. –––––––––– Jack of Spades –––––––––– I'm a 16 year old white guy. I dream about sucking cock but would never dare to actually do it. There is an openly gay guy in my school who is constantly picked on, so I keep my secret longings to myself. I enjoy my jackoff fantasies with guys cumming in my mouth, but never actually did it. My father got transferred and we moved from our suburban area to Pittsburgh. My father searched for housing in the better neighborhoods but was unable to find anything we could afford. I heard my mother arguing with him about not being so proud – she thought we should live where we could afford to live. Finally my mother prevailed and we settled in a mostly black neighborhood, with a predominantly black school. This didn't bother be because we had a lot of black kids in my last school, many of whom were my friends. I had fantasized about sucking their big cocks, but never dared make a move. In my new school I tried to be friendly and fit in, but it went pretty slow. There was an older guy, Jake who had a locker near mine who seemed friendly toward me. One day we were both at our lockers together and I saw a picture on the inside of his locker door: a white guy blowing a black guy. It was such a hot picture I couldn't help staring. Jake just held the locker door open while I stared, almost unable to move. Finally he broke the silence and said, "You like it, don't you?" Startled, I replied, "Maybe." I don't know why I said that – I guess I just wasn't thinking. "It's ok," said Jake, "lots of white boys like that." He offered me a magazine and said, "Take a look, and let me know when you're ready to start." I should have refused but I took the magazine and stuffed it into my book bag, hoping nobody would see. When I got home I took the magazine out. It was titled, "Jack of Spades" and every picture showed a white guy sucking a huge black cock, or getting cum sprayed on his face. It was so arousing that I jacked off on the spot and came very strongly. After I came, I read some of the text which told that a Jack of Spades was a white guy who serviced black guys exclusively. Would I be willing to do that? Of course! I was aroused again and jacked off a second time. Continuing to browse the magazine I had to jack off a third time, and then a fourth. It was difficult to cum the last time, and I found that my balls hurt – I had never cum so much at one time – all in less than an hour. My parents would be home soon, so I hid the magazine. Throughout the evening I thought about the magazine, and about Jake wanting me to tell him when I was "ready to start". Did he mean he just wanted me to blow him? Or did he mean for me to become a Jack of Spades and blow a lot of guys? I had to admit that I would be glad to blow any of the guys at school, but I didn't want to get picked on like the gay guy at my other school. I was able to jack off one more time when I went to bed, but my balls continued to ache – they must be fully drained! I drifted off to sleep thinking about sucking black guys. The next morning I saw Jake, who asked me how I liked the magazine. "It's different," was all I said. "How soon do you want to start?" he asked. "Not sure," I said, "I need to know more about what's involved." I was talking without thinking again – I just about admitted that I would, but I couldn't take the words back. "Let's hook up at lunch and I'll go over everything," said Jake, and we went to our homeroom to begin the day. At lunch Jake and I sat at a table away from others, so we could talk in private. "By now I'm sure that you like what you've seen in the magazine and would like to do some yourself," opened Jake. "Yes," I admitted, "but I don't want any trouble from it." I explained about the gay guy at my last school being picked on a lot. "That won't happen here," assured Jake, "the Jack of Spades role is an honored one, and the black guys will all be nice to you. There aren't many white guys, and some may envy your situation, but the brothers will protect you." "What would I have to do?" I asked. "Mainly suck any black cock offered to you," explained Jake, "You'll be known by everyone in the school, including the teachers. "Even the teachers?" I asked in shock. "They pretty much all know – the male teachers are all fine with it and most will approach you at some time or other. The female teachers tolerate it, because it is part of black culture, though some may pretend not to know." "Let me think about it and get back to you tomorrow, ok?" I replied. Jake agreed and told me to look at a couple of the school yearbooks in the library and look for white guys identified with the Jack of Spades logo. I went to the library during study hall that afternoon and pulled out a couple of yearbooks. I paged through the first one and could find nothing. As I paged through the second one I say a white kid whose picture included the Jack of Spades logo: I black spade with a lower case "j" in it. Later in the yearbook I say that he was included in quite a few of the school activities, and seemed to be really popular. One of the librarians paused and saw what I was looking at. She was a middle aged black woman, who whispered to me, "Thinking of becoming a Jack for us?" Embarrassed, I just nodded. She smiled at me and said, that might be just the right move for a boy like me, and wished me luck." Now that was completely unexpected – it seemed like the Jack of Spades was almost a position of honor at this school. That afternoon when I got home I got out the magazine and jacked off until my balls hurt again. I really wanted to be a Jack of Spades, but was still a little afraid. When I awoke the next morning I was still afraid, but decided to go for it – once I started I would have to continue, so I just needed to fight past the initial fear. When I saw Jake I told him I was ready to start, and he told me to go see Mr. Melford, the gym teacher, at lunch time. I thought about it all through my morning classes, excited by the prospects, but fearful of what might happen. This wasn't exactly the same as reporting to the principal's office, but kind of felt like it. At lunch time I went to Mr. Melford's office and knocked on the door. He waved me in and I said, "Jake said I should come see you." "About the Jack of Spades" position – yes," he replied. We talked and he explained that it was a really major commitment, and an obligation to black men everywhere. Once I began I would be obligated to continue as long as I went to this school. He said I could begin to represent myself as a Jack of Spades immediately, but my official induction would be a week from Friday in gym class. He would announce me to the class this Friday and tell all the guys to save their loads for me. That way they would not jack off and would have a full load for me the following Friday. I would blow them all in the showers and leave with a belly-full of cum. Mr. Melford handed me a chain pendant necklace with a Jack of Spades logo on it. "You can wear this under your shirt when you need to hide it, he explained, "but as much as possible you should wear it out of your shirt. If you display it in public you might be approached for blowjobs on the spot." He also gave me a small black booklet with the Jack of Spades logo embossed on the cover. In it were printed the names of all the black guys in the school, beginning with seniors and then continuing through to freshmen. "When you blow a guy for the first time, he will sign and date your book," he continued, "Try to blow as many as you can, but for sure do your best to blow all the seniors this year, before they graduate." He explained that once I had blown all the seniors that I could approach teachers – most of who would welcome me. I put on the necklace, positioning the pendant on my chest, and stuck the book in my pocket. Mr. Melford wished me luck and I thanked him, leaving for my first afternoon class. My next class was history, taught be Mrs. Martin. My necklace was immediately recognized by nearly everyone. The girls giggled and talked among themselves, while many of the boys just smiled at me. Mrs. Martin noticed the attention and called me up to the front of the class. She said she was glad to see that I would be the school's Jack of Spades and noted that we had gone a year without one, since the last one graduated and nobody stepped forward to take the position. She said that she was sure the boys would get to know me very well, and I returned to my seat. Marsha, the girl who sat next to me whispered, "You were red as a beet up there – you must have been really embarrassed." "This is all so new to me," I said. "I'm sure the girls will all love you!" she said. That was a surprise, and I asked, "Why is that?" "Their boyfriends are always horny," she said, "and when they are having their period they will send their boyfriends to you." I smiled and did some quick mental arithmetic. There were about 400 kids in the school – if half were girls and all of them had boyfriends, and they had their periods for a week a month, that meant that at any time there were 50 horny guys needing blowjobs! Over a week's time, that was ten blowjobs a day – I could do that! Of course the reality might be completely different, but we'll see what happens. I hoped that I would begin sucking nearly right away, but there was an understanding that I was off limits until my induction on Friday, so I jacked off every night thinking about it. Finally on Friday at gym class, Mr. Melford reminded the guys of my induction in the showers after class. He excused me a little early so I could hit he showers and be ready for the class. I took a quick shower and got to my knees as I heard the guys coming in. The guys quickly stripped down and entered the showers, many already erect in anticipation. Nearly all of their cocks were much bigger than mine, and soon the first entered my mouth. I could smell and taste the sweat from exercise, but that just intensified the experience. In a few pumps he gave me an enormous load. I couldn't believe how intense the flavor was – unlike anything else! I swallowed as he pulled out and another took his place. This one was uncut, which was new to me, but I rubbed my tongue across his sensitive head and soon he gave up his cum to me. It was a big load, and also strong tasting, but I swallowed it. All the other guys had showered a bit, so their cocks had more the smell of soap, but they were still very eager to cum, as I was to swallow their cum! About half the guys were uncut – I learned that it was pretty common for black men. I learned how to manipulate the foreskin if it covered the head. Uncut men had especially sensitive cock heads, and I learned to work my tongue under the foreskin and lick the head, causing them to harden and pull out of the foreskin. In all I sucked thirteen guys and then finished showering myself. I got dressed and as I walked out Mr. Melford asked how I felt. "Actually my stomach feels a little uneasy," I admitted. "That's normal," he said, "you swallowed a lot of cum today and you're not used to it – but you will with more experience!" After gym I had one more class before lunch. I decided to look for Jake at lunch and get him to sign my book (of course after blowing him). At lunch I saw Jake and asked if he could sign my book. He smiled and we went to the boy's restroom. I blew him there right in the open – even though there were other guys there, it was quite acceptable to be open about it. Jake told me that he had been saving his load since the day he gave me the magazine, so he had lots of cum for me. I sucked him eagerly, grateful for his making all this possible for me. He came and I swallowed his hot load, but almost immediately felt the need to throw up. I fought it and kept it down, but I told Jake that I thought I had just swallowed my limit. Jake took me to the school clinic and told the nurse that it was my Jack of Spades induction day and that I had swallowed my limit and felt nauseous. The nurse smiled at me and said, "This will be a day you'll remember. If you want to empty your stomach I can give you something to do that – if not I'll give you something to calm your stomach." I told her I wanted to keep it all down, so she gave me a pill to take and had me rest there for little while. She explained that I might have some loose stools tomorrow morning, and any time I swallowed a lot. She cautioned me against swallowing more today. I thanked her and left. By Christmas break I had sucked all of the seniors, and by the end of the school year I sucked more than half of the male staff. I was really surprised to find that some of the female staff invited me to their home to suck their husbands and sons, which was an unexpected delight! I did catch a little flack from a few of the white guys, who called me a despicable faggot, but they never gave me trouble with black guys around. During the school year I had plenty of cock to suck, but on summer vacation I wore my pendant in public and was delighted to find black cocks seeking me out nearly continually! –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) You can find the pendant at: www.cafepress.com Please support this website by donating to nifty.org