First Taste of Cum Part 465

First Taste of Cum Part 465
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

This work 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.

Nudist Beach

I 'm Stan, and was only fourteen when my girlfriend Marsha told me of a nudist beach where some of the high school kids went. It wasn't an official nudist beach – it was simply a private area that others didn't know about.

I was really surprised to hear about this, especially from Marsha. We had been dating for about a year during which I made some progress – feeling her and fingering her pussy, but never went all the way, although we did give each other climaxes a couple of times a week, so I suppose our sex life was pretty good for a couple of kids.

Marsha was terrified about pregnancy, since her older sister had a baby before getting married. They used protection, but it didn't work, so Marsha insisted on keeping her virginity. That was perfectly understandable but didn't reduce my desire for her. I suggested anal, but she was kind of prudish about her ass. After a lot of coaxing, she did let me rim her, and really began to like it, especially when I finger her clitty at the same time.

Cumming with my tongue in her ass seemed to take her to a new level, but she made it clear that my tongue was the only thing she would allow to enter her.

I suppose Marsha is really wonderfully liberal, so maybe her suggestion that we visit the nudist beach shouldn't have surprised me. I suppose what surprised me the most was the fact that we had such a place in my highly conservative midwestern town.

Marsha learned about it from one of her girlfriends, who officially invited us. The only requirement was that we had to abide by their rules, which included:

Complete nudity at all times

Freely display ourselves (no covering up)

Boys must allow girls to handle them

Girls must allow boys to feel and finger them

There would be a size comparison for all boys

That meant that we would both be subject to others touching us, but we would get to feel others, so it seemed like a pretty fair arrangement.

"So what's the deal with the size comparison?" I asked.

"I only know that each girl gets her boyfriend hard, and then they measure up," she explained, "And there is some sort of prize afterward, but I'm not clear about that."

"I'm not sure how well I'd measure up," I said, "All the other guys will be older and further through puberty."

"You have a great cock!" Marsha assured me, "You might not be the biggest, but I'll bet you'll do fine."

I finally agreed and Marsha said we could go next Saturday afternoon. It was August and pretty warm – perfect weather for nudity.

We arrived at the private beach in our swimsuits, which we shed and left with Linda, the girl who hosted us.

We were a little self-conscious as we walked down a path to the beach, but once there we could see eight other nude couples. I was soon hard, looking at the gorgeous high school girls with their full breasts and round asses. I really loved Marsha but couldn't help but look upon these hot babes with desire.

We met each of the others, a pair at a time. There was something of a meeting protocol which we soon warmed up to. When we met each couple, the guy would feel Marsha while she handled him. It was okay to do other things as well, as long as the recipient didn't object.

We repeated this ritual with every couple there, leaving both of use thoroughly aroused. We never expected to have this much fun and participated fully in all the activities.

One activity I found really interesting was a male bonding activity in which guys paired up and studied each other's cocks. That included handling and looking closely at them. This was entirely new to me, since I'd never touched another guy's cock before. Sometimes things got a little out of hand when one guy had his cock just inches from my face and then pushed it to my mouth.

Startled, I backed off. "Sorry," he said, "You can suck it if you want." That sure seemed like a strange offer to make, but I politely declined. I wondered why that would even come up in a group of straight couples, but I soon forgot it as I moved on to other guys.

I was hard the entire time, since the guy I was paired with worked my cock well, so was pretty agreeable to handling other cocks – something I never thought I'd do before that day. As I got to know the other guys it became clear that I had the smallest cock there and might end up being embarrassed when we got to the comparison.

While the guys had their bonding session the girls had their own, but I could only imagine what they were doing together.

When it came time for the cock comparison, we assembled in a circle. Linda announced that each girl had two minutes to arouse their guy. After that the cock would be immediately measured and recorded. After all of were measured, the largest guy would be declared the winner, with the smallest guy receiving the prize. I had no idea what the prize was about, or why the smallest guy would get it.

Soon our girls were arousing us, and soon we were measured, with Linda recording the results. Mike was the biggest, at 7-1/2 inches. That was no surprise – he was clearly the most well-hung guy. As for the smallest, I thought I would do okay, since there were a few guys about my size. But when the measurements were all recorded I came in at 5-1/2 inches, with the next guy at 5-3/4. I asked to be re-measured, which was done, but it didn't change anything.

"The final scores are in," announced Linda, "Mike is the winner, and congratulations to Stan, who gets the prize."

Stan approached me and said, "I'm ready."

I was completely confused and must have looked that way. Linda turned to Marsha and said, "Didn't you tell Stan about the prize?" Linda said she didn't know what it was.

"No matter," said Linda, "You earned it Stan, so you get to blow all the other guys, starting with Mike."

My cock measured the smallest, but now that I was no longer erect I was really small, and wondering how to get out of this mess.

Marsha approached me and kissed me as she took hold of my cock. "Why not give it a try," she asked, "You might just like it – don't embarrass us in front of our new friends."

She had me hard, and I my resistance was diminishing. "I think he's ready," she said, leading me to face Mike, who put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. Linda told me I could jack-off as I did it but I wasn't exactly in the mood.

Mike came closer, pressing his cock head to my mouth. I opened and took him in, as he instructed me in keeping my teeth off him and moving my tongue around. The other guys stood watching, stroking themselves so they would be ready on their turn. The girls, including Marsha, were fingering themselves wildly, some cumming very obviously. In only a few minutes Mike came, flooding my mouth with his strong-tasting seed. It was a strange taste – unlike anything else, but I kind of liked the taste.

The bad part was the humiliation I felt about letting a guy cum in my mouth, especially with all the girls watching – most especially Marsha. Would she think less of me? As I swallowed and Mike stepped back, I saw that Marsha and another girl were fingering each other's pussies.

"My turn," said the next guy, bringing my focus back to my duty. I sucked him, which was easier than Mike, because he wasn't as big. He too came quickly. His load tasted a little different, but actually better. My feeling about this was beginning to change – it still felt a little humiliating, but I also felt kind of a sense of pride that I was making these guys cum just with my mouth.

As I sucked the next four guys I found each time to be easier, and began to like the taste more each time. When the next guy entered my mouth I began to stroke myself. I was aroused from the sucking and was soon ready to cum. When the guy shot into my mouth that took me over the edge and I shot my load into the sand.

It was the strongest climax I'd ever had, but soon I felt overcome with shame. Now that I had cum I was no longer aroused I came to grips with what I had done. I willingly did something no straight guy would ever do and did it in front of a bunch of others, including Marsha. Would she ever even kiss me again?

I just wanted to get out but couldn't. The last guy approached and brought his cock to my mouth. I didn't want to do this, but knew I had to, so I took him into my mouth. Now that my mind was clear – not in a fog of arousal, I knew exactly what I was doing. I had a man's cock in my mouth and did so voluntarily. This was my eighth blowjob, but with my mind clear it was by far the most humiliating. I knew how to do this, so I just continued and soon he came, giving me the strongest load of all. I found each load tasting better than the last, but this one tasted bad – most likely because of my humiliation. I swallowed it and found a very strong aftertaste remaining.

"Stan, you did that really well – I'll bet you've had a lot of experience!" said Linda, which only further humiliated me.

That was our final activity, so we walked down the path away from the beach and retrieved our swimsuits and departed.

"Wow! That was great, wasn't it?" Marsha said, "I don't know how many times I came, but I'm really drained – of course you did a lot of draining yourself!"

"Don't rub it in," I said, "It was humiliating enough at the time – no need for you to make it worse."

Marsha was silent for a bit, thinking about all that happened. "Stan, you were the hit of the party – I know you don't exactly feel good about it, but you were wonderful, and I loved watching you!"

I knew the girls were all fingering themselves off while watching me, but this was the first time I realized that I had aroused them. I was glad to please Marsha, but didn't especially like now being a cocksucker – it's not the sort of thing you can undo.

That night at bedtime I jacked-off, which was fairly common for me. I thought about Marsha as well as the other girls I'd touched intimately today, but then began to think about all the blowjobs. I didn't want that as part of my fantasy, but you can't force yourself not to think of something. I tried to force myself to think about the girls, but always ended up drifting back to the blowjobs. I came just as I imagined the guy I was blowing came in my mouth. It was another strong climax, followed by shame, though it wasn't as bad as at the beach. I had really good reason to feel shame then, sucking in front of all those people – this was just a jack-off.

Still, I was clearly aroused by cocksucking, as I came to realize when it became a repeating theme anytime that I jacked off.

It didn't affect my feelings about Marsha or other girls, so I considered myself to be completely straight. Well, maybe not completely. Is there such a thing as a straight cocksucker? There must be, since I was one.

Marsha was eager to see me suck again and wanted to go back to the nudist beach next Saturday. She said Linda told her we would always be welcomed back.

"Sure," I said, "They can count on me being the prize winner."

"Stan, now level with me," Marsha said, "You kind of liked sucking cock, now didn't you? A little?" I nodded.

"I thought so," she continued, "But I think you liked it a lot. The nice thing is you can pretend that you don't and just go along with it because that's the rules."

I really liked the sound of that. While I wouldn't admit it to even Marsha, I knew by now that I really wanted to suck them all, and this was the perfect cover.

We returned to Linda's nudist beach every Saturday until the rest of the Summer, but when the weather turned cold we had to stop.

Linda and Marsha had become close friends by now. I suspected that they might be having a lesbian relationship. They came up with an idea to carry our gatherings through the upcoming bad weather.

One day Marsha approached me and said, "Linda and I would like to get together with the others and have you suck off all the guys while the girls finger themselves. We could do it at different houses, depending on who can host at the time.

"No measuring or comparison?" I asked.

"We all know how it would end up," she said, "And I know for a fact that you love to suck cock, so why not keep doing it?"

It was clear that I could no longer fool Marsha, so since she was supportive, I stopped denying it.

We continued meeting each Saturday at various locations. I sucked off all the guys while the girls fingered themselves and each other, and I jacked-off. Eventually the shame subsided, and I even began to feel a sense of accomplishment. I liked being the center of attention and the reason so many people were cumming.

As time went on, most of the group graduated from high school and left town, either for college or the military. That left only a few of the original group remaining, so Marsha just invited them to join us when we could work it out.

Eventually Marsha began to invite other guys for me to blow. At first I thought that was pretty forward of her, but soon came to appreciate it.

Years later, Marsha and I are married and we love to go out to singles bars, where she recruits guys for me to blow. Marsha kisses them and lets them feel her while I blow them. We typically do three or four a night, before going home and making love. We sometimes include Linda, who also enjoys sleeping over with us. As I suspected, Marsha and Linda had a hot lesbian relationship. I liked them to 69 and I would rim whoever was on top. I grew to like rimming Linda as much as Marsha, and she liked it too!

I am truly blessed to have two women in my life who support my cocksucking!

To be continued . . .

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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)