First Taste of Cum Part 81    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for an 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.


The Bully

    I was a skinny kid in Junior high, one of many who got picked on by Max, a bully from high school. Mostly the abuse was name calling, but about once a week I got smacked around, sometime showing bruising. When my Dad noticed it he got all over me, saying I should have the balls to stand up to the bully. No amount of explaining would help, and he would end up telling me that if I was such a wimp I deserved to be picked on.

Getting smacked around by Max was bad enough, but when he left marks on me I had to take a lot of crap from my Dad as well. One day I decided to talk with Max and see if I could work something out.

"Max, could we talk?" I asked him one day.

"Sure weasel," he said, "It won't hurt to talk – I can beat the crap out of you later."

"I don't know what I've done to make you mad at me," I said, "But I would really like this to end."

"Well, what do you have to offer me?" Max asked.

"I don't know," I said, "I could help you with your homework."

"How the hell can you help me with High School homework?!" Max shot back.

"I don't know what I can offer you," I said, "But I really need this to stop."

"How about your mouth?" asked Max.

"My mouth?" I responded, "I don't know what you mean."

"You can blow me," said Max, "Just keep my balls drained and I'll make sure nobody else picks on you either."

"I'm no faggot!" I insisted, "And would never do such a thing!"

"Look kid," returned Max, "It would be just between us and you really don't have anything else to offer – would you rather that we continue the beatings?"

He had a point, but I sure didn't like it. I knew Max was waiting for my answer, but I didn't know how to refuse him without pissing him off.

Max continued, "Let's try it once and how it goes – maybe you'll like it."

It seemed like a small thing to do it just once, and I agreed – at least escaping a beating for today.

Max took me to his car and drove to a roadside park, where there was a rest room and some picnic tables, with a wooded area adjoining it. We took a path into the woods and soon Max stopped and unzipped, waving an enormous cock in my face.

I had just started puberty and only now able to cum, so I hadn't hit my growth spurt, which I sure hoped for soon. Max was well developed and had a really manly looking cock. I didn't have enough experience to guess it's size, but it was the biggest cock I had ever seen until then.

"On your knees," demanded Max, and I dropped and faced him. He brought his cock to my face and pressed it to my lips. I wasn't sucking him yet, but sure was close. Finally I gave in and opened my mouth, taking Max in as far as I could, though there was still plenty of him outside my mouth.

I was surprised by the feel of his cock in my mouth. I thought I would be repulsed by it, but I found myself actually liking it there.

"Now suck!" demanded Max, "I'm not in there just to stay warm!"

I didn't really know what to do, so I just sucked and moved my tongue around his cock head. He told me it was good and to keep doing it. I sucked him for a few minutes and then I felt his cock enlarge a bit and begin pumping his hot load into my mouth.

"Don't you dare spill a drop!" Max ordered, "And swallow every bit of it!"

It was a terrible taste and I felt like puking, but I was really afraid of Max, and forced myself to swallow his vile tasting load.

"Now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" asked Max.

"Maybe I should just take the beating," I said.

"You've earned a reprieve for today," said Max, "and if you keep doing it you'll enjoy a nice peaceful life."

Max drove me back to school and as he let me out he said, "If you want to suck me instead of being beaten, all you have to do is tell me you want to blow me."

"No fucking way!" I said, storming out of his car.

"We'll see!" Max shouted after me.

I was glad to not have to face my Dad's judgment that night, and the more I thought about it the more blowing Max began to sound much better than being beaten. As I lay in bed that night I played with myself and thought about blowing Max, and found that it really aroused me. When I came I felt uneasy about the blowjob arousing me, but I soon drifted off to sleep.

The next day at school I couldn't get Max's cock out of my mind. I knew I wasn't a fag, but I really wanted to suck Max again, but sure didn't want him to know I wanted it.

After school Max was waiting for me, and asked, "Have you decided yet?"

I nodded, but Max insisted that I actually say it, so I force myself to say, "I want to blow you."

We got in the car again and this time he pulled into a busy shopping center parking lot and parked out along the edge. He pushed his seat back and took out his cock and told me to suck him.

"Here?" I asked.

"If you want to blow me you'll have to do it where and when I tell you!" insisted Max.

I immediately I leaned over and began to suck him. I realized that with my head down nobody would see me doing it, so my only exposure was when I first started or when I finished.

I was beginning to learn Max's cock and feel familiar with it, and when he came, this time the load didn't taste so bad. It was strong tasting, but I was growing to like it, and swallowing was much easier this time.

He told me that I was a really good cocksucker, and would probably get better with practice. He dropped me off at school and I returned home, now very satisfied with our agreement. When I got home I immediately jacked off, aroused from sucking Max.

The next day Max took me to his home, which was just one street from mine. His parents were at work, so we had the house to ourselves. We went to his room and I dropped to my knees and began to suck, when he said, "Look up here."

I looked up and "click" – he took a picture. I pulled back, intending to leave when he said, "Finish the job, faggot! – or everyone will see the picture."

I knew he had me, so I finished blowing him, feeling sick about what was going on. If he showed that picture to anyone it would be over for me!

After Max came and I swallowed, he said, "Don't be upset about the picture – it's just to make sure you keep sucking me."

I felt like I had made a deal with the Devil, and now I was trapped. Still, when I got home I just had to jack off – sucking Max made me hornier than anything else!

The next day Max took me to his house again and he said we were going to make a movie. When I refused, he asked how my father would like to see the picture he took. I finally agreed and Max told me to take my clothes off, which I reluctantly did. Max had a video camera on a tripod and started it recording.

"Now suck me to erection," he directed, "but then hold me in your mouth."

I knelt before him, naked, and sucked him until he was hard. "Now jack off with my cock in your mouth. When you cum, shoot into your hand."

I was already hard, but hoped that Max hadn't noticed. I stroked and in only a few minutes I shot my load into my hand.

"Now lick it up!" demanded Max, which I reluctantly did.

"Now suck me off," he said, and I took him back into my mouth.

As I sucked him, I could tell he was getting close, and he said, "When I'm close to cumming I'm going to pull out and you hold your mouth open. When I cum I'll shoot into your mouth."

Since I had already cum I was no longer aroused, but just following orders at this point. Max's cock enlarged a bit and he pulled out, and shot his load into my open mouth, getting some of it on my face.

The next day I recieved an email from Max with a web link. I followed the link and found the video posted. I realized that my jacking off with his cock in my mouth confirmed me as a fag, and I wouldn't be able to deny it to anyone who saw this video.

At the close of the email, Max wrote, "I expect you to be especially cooperative from now on."

I knew I would be, but had no idea how far Max would take it. Soon he had me blowing his friends, and blowing him for an audience, and doing it in more and more public settings. He was in total control and I had no choice at all, but always ended up jacking off afterward!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)