Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2016 10:33:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 59

First Taste of Cum (part 59)

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.

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I'm Jerry, a horny 14 year old guy who just can't jack off enough.  I
usually jack off three times a day, but would more if I had enough privacy.
Sometimes when I am away from home I have to be creative in finding places
to jack off discretely.

I was in the public library one day and my horniness got the best of me.  I
needed to jack off and needed it now!  I went into the men's room and stood
at the urinal.  After taking a leak I began to stroke my cock.  I should
have gone into a stall, but was too eager to cum now.  Suddenly I was
startled by, "Nice cock, want to see mine?"

It was an adult who introduced himself as Jim, and he must have been
between 25 and 30.  I nodded and he took his cock out and I could see that
it was much bigger than mine, even though it was still soft.  I knew that I
had some growing to do, but wasn't sure I'd ever be as big as Jim.

"Go ahead and touch it if you like," said Jim.

I cautiously took his cock in my hand and it grew before my eyes.  Jim
encouraged me and soon I began to stroke it.

"Let's go in the stall," Jim said, and I followed him into the larger,
handicapped stall, and he latched the door.  He directed me to sit on the
toilet, as he stood before me.  I stroked his cock to full erection while
it was just inches from my face.

"Try sucking it," Jim said.

I had heard about cocksucking before, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do it –
I thought it was something just for faggots.  I just continued to stroke,
wondering what I would do when Jim came – I didn't want his cum
squirting all over me.

I began to reach for some toilet paper, when Jim continued, "Just give it a
try – you might like it – if you don't you can stop."

That seemed fair, and I was a little curious, so I opened my mouth and Jim
guided his cock in.  I didn't really know what to expect, but I was
completely taken my surprise!  It felt wonderful!  I can't explain it –
it seems odd that having another man's sex organ in my mouth would feel so
good, but it did.  It seemed like this was a completely natural thing to
do, and I knew that I liked it.  I ran my tongue around the head as I
sucked, and Jim slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth.

I don't know how long I sucked, but it was like being in some sort of
dream.  When Jim came, the taste surprised me.  I didn't know what to
expect, but the strong taste was completely new to me.  It wasn't bad, just
strong and different, and I decided that I liked it, and hoped to taste a
lot more in the future.

"Thanks, that was great," said Jim, as he pulled out.  I swallowed as he
unlatched the door and left.  I was so horny now that I couldn't wait, and
jacked off in the stall, shooting a load much bigger than usual.  This was
an amazing experience, and I knew I wanted more.

As I got up and washed my hands I realized that I didn't have anyone else
to blow, and hoped that I could suck Jim again.  I rushed out of the men's
room and looked around for Jim, but didn't see him.  I walked through every
row of books in the library, with no sign of him.

Disappointed, I returned home wondering how I could find Jim again, or for
that matter, anybody to blow.  The more I thought about it the more
difficult it seemed.  If I approached guys at school, word would likely get
around that I was a faggot, and I wasn't willing to endure the resulting
abuse.

One day I heard of an adult bookstore with video booths where I heard
blowjobs often happened.  I was really nervous as I approached the door,
having no idea what to expect.  There was a sign on the door that said "You
must be 18 or older to enter".  I ignored the sign and went in.

There were adult magazines and videos on shelves, along with dildos and
other sex toys.  My eyes must have looked huge as I took everything in.
This was an entirely new world to me, and I had to figure out how to get to
the video booths.

There was an older woman at the cash register and I tried to stay out of
her sight, but there were mirrors all over that let her see what was going
on.  Finally she called out to me and I went to the register.  "You need to
be 18 to be here," she said.

I just nodded, and she continued, "You don't look that old – how old are
you?"

"I just turned 18," I lied.

"Show me some ID then," she said.

"I don't have my driver's license yet," I replied.

"If you can't prove that you are old enough," she said, "I'll have to ask
you to leave – it's the law and we don't want any trouble with the
police."

She saw the look of obvious disappointment on my face and said, "If it were
up to me, I'd let you, but I just can't – was there something in
particular that you wanted?"

It was difficult for me to say the words, but I decided to risk it, "I want
to give a blowjob."

She smiled and said, "You came to the right place for that, but I can't let
you in until you are a little older, but let me see what I can do."

While I waited she took out her cell phone and made a call.  I couldn't
hear what she was saying, but I hoped she wasn't turning me in to the
police or something like that.  She hung up and smiled at me.

"My son Mark will be here in a few minutes," she said, "You two can go into
the bathroom and you can blow him there – will that work for you?"

"Yes," I replied, "that would be great!"

As I waited I was getting aroused and hoped it wasn't showing.  Soon Mark
arrived and took me into the bathroom.  I explained that I wanted to give
blowjobs but didn't have guys to blow.  He asked me for my cell number,
which I gave to him.  "You can blow me now, and if you are good, I'll see
if I can find guys for you to blow."

I dropped to my knees and sucked him eagerly, gratefully accepting his hot
load when he came.  Afterwards we both left and I thanked Mark's mother.

I went home and hoped that I would hear from Mark or some of his friends.
As the weeks went by I heard nothing – perhaps he forgot or just gave up
on me – after all, it was much more important to me than to him.

I made a point of going to the library at least once a week with, wanting
to see Jim again.  After six months I gave up hope of ever finding him.
Then one day I was surprised to see Jim coming out of the library as I was
going in.

"Jim?" I said.

Jim looked at me and then he recognized me.  "Hello," he said, "How have
you been?"

"I've been hoping to find you and looked for you here every week," I said.

He invited me to sit in his car, so I followed him there.

When we were both in the car he asked, "So what's on your mind?"

"When I was with you last I gave a blowjob for the very first time," I
began, "It turned out that I really liked it and want to do more, but don't
have anyone else to blow, and hoped I could suck you more."

Jim smiled and said, "Let's go someplace private to park."

He drove down the road to a parking lot marked "Long Term Parking", and
found a place.

"There isn't much activity here," Jim said, "So we probably won't see
anyone around."

Jim slid his seat back all the way, unzipped and took his cock out.  He was
beginning to harden in anticipation.  I leaned over and took him in my
mouth and began to suck.  He put his hand on my head and told me I was
doing a really good job.  I sucked him for a few minutes and then he came
in my mouth.  I swallowed and sat back up.

"Jim, I'm so glad I found you again," I said, "I really want to suck you
often if we can arrange that."

Jim was agreeable and drove past his house to show me where he lived, and
then dropped me off at the library so I could retrieve my bike to ride back
home.

We exchanged cell phone numbers and he agreed to call or text me when he
needed me to suck him again.  Jim proved to me much more reliable than
Mark, and texted me the very next day.  I rode my bike right over and
really loved the idea of being an "on-call cocksucker", and did my very
best for Jim.  After that I sucked Jim about three times a week, but was
certainly willing to do more.

When he asked me if I would be interested in blowing any of his friends I
jumped at the opportunity and told him I would suck anyone he wanted me to.
That turned out to be almost a dozen guys, all of whom were calling or
texting me whenever they needed to cum.

I certainly had no idea how much my life could change by going to the
library!

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

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