First Taste of Cum Part 118    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



This work of fiction 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.


Sex Offender

    I'm Matt, a horny kid of thirteen. I've just recently been able to cum, and I jack off three or more times a day. I love the feeling of cumming, but even more, I like to feel a cock cumming in my mouth.

You would think it's easy for someone my age to find someone to suck, but not if you want to be discrete. There is an openly gay kid in my school and the kids (and some teachers) make his life miserable, so I'm not signing up for that grief.

So just how do you offer to blow someone without "outing" yourself? That's the problem, and I decided that I really needed to find someone not in my school. As I thought about the possibilities I thought that an adult would work fine, but I sure wasn't going to approach my father or uncle about it, or the men in the neighborhood.

So there I was, surrounded by cocks, but none available to suck!

One day I got an idea while watching Law & Order -- Special Victems Unit. I really liked that show because it frequently featured sex crimes, including pedophiles. I learned that there were a lot of men who liked boys, but had to be really careful because being busted could ruin their lives. I watched the pedophile episodes with special interest, and learned about the sex offender registry.

I got online and found the registry for my state and did some searching. They had names, addresses and what crimes were committed. I searched by zip code to find someone near, and then skipped through the names, passing up the violent guys. I found a Gene Patterson who lived just a few blocks from me. He got busted for kiddie porn, so I guess he likes kids, but never acted on it -- at least enough to get caught. He must have had a good lawyer because he didn't do any jail time, but got two years probation and community service.

I took down the address and decided to have a look around. I drove down his street and saw his house, with a bright yellow Ford Ranger parked out front. I knew that the houses of sex offenders were often watched, so I decided to try to catch him away from home. That bright yellow Ranger should be easy to spot, but I took down the license number just to be sure it was his.

On Saturday morning I rode my bike into town and saw a yellow Ranger parked near a soccer field, where there were several games in progress. I was sure he had not business being there, but I felt that I could approach him safely here.

I found him standing alone on the sidelines and approached him. "Mr. Patterson?" I said, "I'm Matt, and I'd like to come visit you."

"Do you really know who I am?" he asked.

"Yes, and that's why I'm here," I replied.

"So what do you want from me?" he demanded.

"I want you to teach me to suck cock," I said, not believing I had blurted that out.

"Why don't you suck someone your own age?" he asked.

"If I do I'll be outed and in trouble," I explained, "I think I can trust you to keep it completely between us."

"If this is a sting," he said, "it's a pretty convincing one. Tell your handler I didn't take the bait."

"But Sir," I said.

"Get the hell away from me!" he said, running toward his car. When he got there he entered it and drove off in a rush.

That hadn't gone so well. I was unsure if I should keep trying or look for someone else. I knew that I had to gain his trust, and that would be true for anyone, so I resolved to keep trying until he gave in.

I watched for his car and later that week I saw it at a grocery store. I went in and looked for him. I found him in the produce section, look over some vegetables. I approached cautiously and said, "Mr. Patterson, please hear me out."

"Okay kid, say what's on your mind," he responded.

"I know you have to be really cautious," I said, "And don't know who you can trust. I know how that feels because I don't dare trust most people with my secret, but I've told you. How about just letting me come to your house so we could talk more and see where it leads?"

"Can you come to my place after dark?" he asked.

"Yes, I can come after supper -- it's dark now by 7:30," I said.

"You can't come to my front door, even after dark -- I can't risk anyone seeking a kid come to my house. Cross through the back yards and knock on my back door, okay?"

"Tonight?" I asked.

"If you can make it," he said, and I agreed.

I went home excited and nearly jacked-off, but I decided to save it for later -- maybe he would want me to jack-off for him.

After dinner I rode my bike to his neighborhood and chained it to a nearby tree. I went through the back yards and up to his porch. There was no light on either inside or out. I knocked on the door and he opened the door and whispered, "Come on in."

I entered and he closed and locked the door behind us. "Let's go downstairs where there aren't any windows," he said.

He turned on a light to the basement stairs and I followed him down. The basement was nicely finish off as a recreation room, and I was excited just to think about the recreation we might have there.

There was a moment of silence and I had no idea what to say. What does anyone say at a time like this? He broke the silence with, "Take your clothes off and put them on the pool table.

I had been anticipating sucking a cock, not being naked, so I was a bit surprised, which he must have mistaken for modesty, and continued, "If you want to earn my trust, you can't go hiding things from me."

I was ready to undress anyway, but now I had all the more reason to. I took off my clothes and stood there, with one hand over my little stiffie. "Now that will never do," he said, "Stand with your feet apart and your hands on your hips."

I did has he commanded, and felt embarrassed to expose myself to him like this. He approached carrying a large bottle of hand lotion. He put some on his fingers and ran them up and down my ass crack, which felt weird, but good in a way also. He paused at my hole and I really liked how it felt. "I'm going in now," he said, "Is tha alright?"

I wasn't sure what I was in for, but I nodded in agreement. His finger moved around in a circle and he pressed harder, and he slipped in. He stopped and told me to breath deep and take in the feeling. I stood there, naked and hard with Mr. Patterson's finger up my ass, not knowing what to do next.

Mr. Patterson made the next move and put lotion on the fingers and palm of the other hand. He took my hard dick and massaged it with the lotion. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt! Better than anything I had done myself! While he massaged my dick he worked his finger in deeper and then pulled out, then stroked the finger in and out.

I couldn't take any more and I came, squirting my load on his hand and on the floor.

"Sorry for the mess, Mr. Patterson," I said, feeling a little ashamed.

"No problem Matt," he replied, "It will clean up easily -- how did you like that?"

"Wow, it was incredible!" I replied, "The lotion on my cock and your finger in me -- I never had either of those before."

"You wanted me to teach you cocksucking," Mr. Patterson continued, "But I will teach you much more -- your ass is an important part of your sexuality -- along with your mouth, they are as important as your cock."

"I heard about guys getting fucked in the ass," I said, "But that sounded pretty rough on the receiver, but this was really nice."

"It can be very painful if done brutally," he explained, "And some guys like to hurt people, but if done gently and lovingly, receiving can be as wonderful as giving."

"I'm eager to find out," I said, "Are you going to fuck me?"

"When you are ready," he said, "Let's not rush things."

Mr. Patterson stepped out and went into a nearby bathroom. I could hear water running and soon he returened with a warm, wet washcloth, and wiped the lotion and cum off my cock and balls. He was taking really good care of me -- how unfair that someone so nice could get into trouble for this! I realized that I had not done anything for him and said, "What can I do for you? May I see your cock?"

"I am very pleased with what you have done already and look forward to our becoming very good friends," Mr. Patterson assured me, "And when you are ready I'll be naked along with you."

He set the washcloth aside and gently fingered my cock and balls. They looked so tiny in his hands and I imagine how huge his cock would be in my hands. I began to get aroused and soon he had worked me back into a full erection.

"Have you ever been sucked off before?" he asked.

"No," I said, "But I think about doing it all the time!"

"It's a wonderful feeling," he replied, "So you should know what your work feels like."

With that he took my stiff little cock into his mouth. The warm wetness felt gread, but when he moved his tongue around me and sucked I was in heaven!

He continued to suck me, giving me feelings I had never felt before, and soon I unloaded in his mouth. He pulled off and smiled as he swallowed. "You will be doing that soon," he assured me.

"How many times a day do you cum?" he asked.

"Usually three, but this was my fourth time today, and my balls hurt a little now, like when I jack-off too much."

"Then we better stop now for today, and continue another time," Mr. Patterson said, "When can you come back?"

"How about tomorrow night?" I asked.

"You boys are horny all the time!" he said, "I really envy you. I'll see you tomorrow night then."

I went home, absolutely thrilled about my new adventures.

The next day I was horny all the time, but didn't jack-off at all because I wanted to save it for the night. After dinner I went to Mr. Pattersons and he took me downstairs, where I was soon naked. I saw that he had a bed set up and some camera tripods and lighting set up.

"If you don't mind I want to take some pictures of you," he said.

"It depends on what will happen to those pictures," I replied, "I don't want anyone I know to ever see them."

"They won't," he assured me, "I will only share them with a few special friends who like boys too."

"Do you know other guys I could suck as well as you?" I asked.

Mr. Patterson smiled and said, "Yes, I do -- they are some of the people I want to share your pictures with."

"In that case," I said confidently, "Take all the pictures you want."

He had me pose in many positions and took hundreds of pictures. I didn't know why he needed so many, but he explained that not all the poses come out as good, and he will be able to select the very best to keep.

After fifteen minutes of picture taking, he told me to kneel on the bed with my ass in the air and my head down. He put lube on a finger and gently worked it into my ass, pausing just inside me, and then putting it in all the way. It felt wonderful! I had not idea such feelings were even possible, and I was eager to experience more.

He stroked his finger in and out for a few minutes and I wondered what a cock would be like -- no doubt a real stretch, but I hoped I could take it one day. He pulled his finger out and then positioned two fingertips at my entrance and told me to relax as much as I could.

I felt him enter me and my hole stretch further than it had so far, but it didn't hurt. He drove both fingers in all the way and I loved every moment of it. "I'm going to spread my fingers apart and open you up gradually," he stated, "You tell me if it hurts at all."

I felt my hole opening and he seemed to stretch me quite a bit, but then it began to hurt, and I told him. He stopped moving immediately, and then held that position. I felt like my hole was wide open, but he said I could go much further, with a little practice. He said he would just hold this for a bit and then see if how much more I could take.

I tried to relax as he told me, but I was so excited that it was difficult. He stretched me a little further and stopped when it hurt, then just held me there, and then stretched me more. He removed his fingers and pushed something into my hole.

"That's an anal dilator," he said, "It will hold you open -- you'll be able to take larger and larger ones with practice. I loved the feeling of the plug in me, but wondered how it was staying there. Mr. Patterson told me to get up, and I saw a series of black anal dilators of different sizes on the bed. The were each a few inches long with a ball on one end and a flare on the other, with the ball end being inserted, and the flare to hold it in place. I picked up the largest one, which was the diameter of a trailer hitch ball and looked at it with wonder.

"One day you'll be able to take that," Mr. Patterson said, "But for now you have a 1-1/4 inch plug in, which is pretty big for a boy like you." He said he would send it and some others home with me so I could practice.

He had me jack-off with the plug in me while he made a video of me. I kind of liked the idea of being in a porn movie, even if just for very private viewing.

Mr. Patterson said that I had been a very good boy, and I had earned my reward. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I had never seen an adult cock before and it was HUGE. He told me to take it in my hands and get to know it.

He then gave me sort of an anatomy lesson, pointing out the various parts of the cock and noting the partularly sensitive areas. He asked if I was ready to suck it and I eagerly agreed.

I knelt before him and opened my mouth. As he slipped in, he cautioned me to keep my teeth away from his cock -- especially the sensitive areas. He really filled my mouth and I wondered if this might not be such a good idea, but he assured me that I was doing well.

He was so huge that he could have gagged me if he pushed in all the way, but he was careful not to. He told me about how to move my tongue, and how to stroke the part of his cock that was outside my mouth. I guess it was sort of a blend of blowjob and handjob, but I was eager to learn.

He announced that he was cumming, and soon my efforts were rewarded with his warm load. It felt really nice squirting in my mouth and I found that I liked the taste -- it was different from anything I had ever tasted, but it suited me. I had heard that cum tasted terrible and a lot of people (mostly girls) refused to swallow it. I knew that a good cocksucker was expected to swallow, and I proudly swallowed all of Mr. Patterson's load.

I thanked Mr. Patterson and got dressed, taking three anal dilators with me, along with the one I was wearing. Riding my bike home with the plug in me got me aroused all over again, along with the knowledge that I now was truly a ccoksucker, and proud of it!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)