First Taste of Cum Part 84    
          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.


Gang Sucker

    I'm Jason, an eighth grader living in a good neighborhood across the freeway from a rough neighborhood. I don't mean we were upscale, but the bad neighborhood has gangs, and we don't. The freeway was elevated, built along a long mound, with underpasses every few thousand feet.

When gangs took over the other neighborhood, the city put up heavy chain link fences on the gang side, blocking the underpasses. Since you couldn't get through, people rarely ventured into the underpasses. All my life I was warned to never go near that other neighborhood, but I was curious about it. I decided it wouldn't hurt to walk through the underpass and look through the fence at whatever was there.

I cautiously proceeded through the underpass, which was about 50 feet long, stopping about 20 feet short of the fence. I waited and just saw people walking by, and sometimes small groups congregating. Feeling more comfortable I ventured forward until I was right at the fence.

I watched what was going on with interest when suddenly a guy appeared directly opposite me and said, "What you doin' here, kid?"

He looked to be in his early twenties. I was startled, but tried to be cool about it. I answered, "Just lookin'."

"What's your name, kid?" he asked.

"Jason," I replied, "What's yours?"

"Jason's a pretty faggy name," he said, "Are you a faggot?"

"No!" I insisted.

"Just wondered," he said, "My name's Tom."

"Glad to meet you, Tom," I said.

"Why are you hanging out on that side of the fence?" Tom asked.

"I live here, and they tell me it isn't safe over there," I responded.

"If you know how to take care of yourself it's perfectly safe," said Tom, "There's a lot happening here – I never see anything happening on your side."

"Yeah, it's kind of boring here," I agreed.

"As long as you are on that side there isn't anything you can do here," said Tom, "Except maybe give a blowjob."

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"You would if you were faggot," said Tom, "They love to suck cock!"

"Well, I think I'll be going now," I said.

"Okay Jason," said Tom, "You're welcomed to suck my dick any time!"

I didn't even answer, but for some reason the thought stuck in my head, and soon I was imagining myself sucking Tom and getting aroused. I remember getting aroused looking at cocksucking porn on the internet, but never really wanted to try it.

Over the next few days I kept thinking about sucking Tom. If I didn't like it I could just not do it any more, but if I did like it, I could do it more. The best part is that nobody in my neighborhood would even know. I thought about going back to the fence, but kept chickening out.

Finally I found the courage to do it and went to the fence. I couldn't see Tom and was about to leave when a couple of other guys called out to me. We talked a bit and I asked if they knew Tom and they said everyone did. I asked them to tell Tom that Jason was looking for him. They agreed and I left.

I made a point to return several times a day, but still didn't see Tom.

Finally I was successful and Tom spotted me right away. "Yo Jason," he said, "I hear you're looking for me."

"Yeah, I was thinking about what you said," I began.

"What was that?" Tom replied.

"About sucking your cock," I said.

Tom got a big grin on his face and said, "You wanna suck me?"

"I'm not a faggot and I've never done it before," I said, "But I might like to try it."

Tom came close to the fence, unzipped and took his cock out. I had never seen an adult cock before and it was a lot bigger than mine." He put it through the fence and said, "Go ahead."

"I don't know exactly what to do," I said.

"Just get on your knees and suck me," Tom said, "I'll tell you what to do once you get started."

I got on my knees and took Tom into my mouth. I was surprised by how good it felt in my mouth, and began to move my tongue around the head.

"That's good," said Tom, "now move your tongue faster, and do more on the bottom."

I followed Tom's instructions as well as I could and he told me he was cumming, and soon I tasted his cum spurting into my mouth. It was a really strong taste – unlike anything I else I knew. I held his cock in my mouth while he finished pumping and then he pulled out.

"Now swallow," Tom said, "That's what you call proper etiquette."

I swallowed, then asked, "How is it proper etiquette?"

"When a man give you his spunk," said Tom, "It disrespectful to spit it out. You don't want to diss me, now do you?"

"No Tom," I said, "And thank you for your spunk." I thought that was a nice touch.

"So Jason," asked Tom, "How did you like that?"

"It was pretty good," I said, "But I felt pretty awkward."

"That will get better with practice," said Tom, "And I'll give you plenty of practice."

"When can we do this again?" I asked.

"Well, it was 4pm when we started," replied Tom, "How 'bout if I look for you each day at 4pm. If you are there you can suck me again – deal?"

"Deal!" I said.

I returned home happy that I gave my first blowjob and that my secret would be safe. I thought about the word "spunk" – it sounded really vulgar but there was something attractive about it. I liked the idea of getting a mouthful of spunk – that sounded better to me than semen or sperm – spunk was much more manly!

I made a point to hurry home from school each day so I could be at the fence at 4pm. Most days Tom was there and I sucked him, and I started to get pretty good at it. After two weeks he started bringing friends with him. At first I was a little put off, Tom convinced me that I'd get better with more practice, and I quickly warmed up to the variety I was getting.

As I got better Tom began bringing more guys at a time, until there were five in all. I sucked them all as well as I could, and gladly swallowed their spunk. I thought about spunk a lot and wondered how much I could actually swallow – was there a limit - if so, how much could I take, and what would happen if I swallowed too much?

The next time I saw Tom I asked about how much spunk a person could swallow. He said he didn't know, but if I wanted he would arrange for a large group for me to suck and I could find out.

I eagerly agreed and he said he would see what he could arrange. The next time I saw him he said he could have twenty guys there next Wednesday. That was a lot more than the five I was used to, but I looked forward to it. I knew that twenty loads of spunk was quite a bit, and I would either find my limit or have to try for more. I hoped I could try for more.

The following Wednesday I was there at 3:30pm and there were a couple of girls waiting there.

"Are you the faggot?" they asked.

"Yes," I responded, seeing no reason to be shy at this point.

"Tom has been rounding up guys for you to blow," said one, "You'll be sucking my boyfriend today."

"And a lot of other boyfriends as well," said the other.

"Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" they both agreed, "If you blow them we don't have to!"

"I'm very glad to do it, too," I said.

In a few minutes Tom approached and greeted me. "You'll have an audience today as well," he said.

As 4pm approached more and more people arrived, both men and women. I was surprised to see a cop approaching and became concerned.

"This is patrolman Bennett," said Tom, "He's okay, and I want you to blow him first."

Relieved that there was no trouble I said I was ready and the copy pulled his cock out. I dropped to my knees and sucked while everyone else watched. In a few minutes he came and then pulled out. I held his spunk in my mouth to enjoy it's taste, but had to swallow when Tom's cock was presented. I sucked him, paying special attention to what I knew he liked, and soon he gave me his spunk. I had about ten seconds to enjoy the taste before the next cock appeared.

With most guys I would try to use all of the techniques Tom had taught me, exploring to find what they liked the best. Tom's girlfriend, Mary was there, and she kept track of the loads, counting after each guy came.

After load ten I told Tom that my stomach was feeling uneasy, and he told me that I was probably near my limit, but to keep going. After load eleven I felt more nauseous, but wanted to continue.

As I gave the twelfth blowjob I could feel my stomach wanting to revolt, but I kept it down. After swallowing his spunk I couldn't hold it down anymore and I turned away and puked on the ground.

"Twelve is pretty good for a beginner," said Tom, "We'll do this again each week and see if you improve."

"I think I can do some more now," I said.

Tom urged me on and I sucked eight more guys, swallowing all their spunk.

"That's all for today," Tom said, "But we'll get more guys when you can take more. I want you to be able to swallow the entire gang."

"Entire gang?" I asked, "Yep, there are 23 in all in the East Avenue Gang. You're the gang cocksucker."

As I walked home my stomach felt uneasy again but I had no trouble keeping it down. I did a little internet research on swallowing and learned that the stomach initially is not accustomed to a large volume of spunk, but with practice it is able to handle more and more.

For me, it was incredible to be able to suck such a large group – and the audience made it even better!

The fence had given me the opportunity to fulfill a dream safely, but now I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually be there. I didn't want to do anything unsafe, but if I was the gang cocksucker, perhaps they would keep me safe while I was there. I decided to ask Tom about it.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)