First Taste of Cum Part 120    
          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.


Just Cum in my Mouth

    I'm Jerry a middle school kid with a fascination for cocks. I'm not gay but I think about them a lot. Maybe because it's so taboo, but I really like the way they look and I love to handle them – at least my own, but I had long wanted to handle other cocks as well. I didn't dare do anything about it for fear of word getting around school and people thinking I was queer.

One day I was in the men's room at the local library when Marcus, a black high school guy who lived down the street from me was taking a leak. I stood at the urinal next to him and couldn't help but look at his cock. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, and soon Marcus caught me looking.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Very impressive!" I replied with admiration.

Marcus shook off his cock and turned to me, saying, "Go ahead and touch it if you like."

I simply couldn't resist and took his cock in my hand and gave it a nice squeeze, and felt it respond by growing. I stroked it and soon brought him to full erection, then let go, but my eyes were glued to his hard cock.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked.

"This isn't a good place," I replied, "Someone might come in and catch us."

"Then how about coming over to my place," he said, "and finishing what you started?"

As Marcus struggled to get his massive cock back into his pants I agreed to be at his house in fifteen minutes.

On my way I thought about handling that big cock and wondered what Marcus meant about "finishing what I started". I figured that he would want me to jack him off, which was just what I wanted to do. My cock was stiffening in my pants and I the familiar arousal. Many times I had jacked off thinking about stoking another guy off, and now I would be able to! However, I really didn't want Marcus to know it aroused me – I'll let him just think it's curiosity – oh I was curious alright – in a big way!

I arrived and Marcus let me in and said his parents wouldn't be home for another hour, and we went to the living room. He sat down on the couch and pulled his pants and undershorts down to his ankles, giving me a wonderful view of his huge tool.

"Go ahead and undress if you want," he said, but I declined, not wanting him to see my arousal.

I knelt on the floor between his legs and took his cock in my hand and began to squeeze and stroke. Once again he grew from my attention. My cock strained at my pants as my arousal matched his, and I hoped that it didn't show.

"Suck it if you like," Marcus said.

"I'm not faggot!" I insisted, giving him a nasty look.

"Of course not," responded Marcus, "But you sure know how to handle a cock!'

"It's just something that interests me," I explained, trying to make light of it.

As I stroked with one hand I cupped his balls with the other and Marcus began to moan with delight.

I knew that I was going to make him cum and was anxious to see him squirt, when he said, "Quick – put your head down there and open your mouth!"

It all happened so quickly that I didn't even think, but just responded. Soon Marcus shot his load into my open mouth, and I pumped his cock until he stopped squirting.

As soon as I tasted the vile flavor I was stunned into reality. He came in my mouth! Worse than that, I jacked him into my mouth and took it voluntarily, and it tasted horrible. I felt like I was going to puke when Marcus grabbed my head and said, "Take it easy now – just calm down and get used to the flavor – it's an acquired taste."

He was acting like it was perfectly alright for me to have his cum in my mouth, and somehow he put me at ease, so I just remained there. As I did, the taste began to improve. It was still really strong tasting, but not as bad as at first. After a few minutes I smiled at Marcus, as if to thank him.

"It's okay to swallow," he said, "It won't hurt you at all."

By now swallowing seemed like a really small step, so I did. I realized how wonderfully neat and clean this all was and was glad that it turned out like it did.

Marcus thanked me and I got up and went home – my mind racing and my cock hard. When I got home I went right to my room and jacked off. I shot my load into my hand and immediately licked it up. That was amazing!

After I came I had some second thoughts – wondering if it was really okay to jack off another guy, but decided that it wasn't hurting anything, and we both liked it, so what's the harm?

The next day I saw that Marcus was out on a walk so I caught up with him, hoping for a repeat. He greeted me and asked, "Are you SURE you don't want to suck my cock?"

"Damn it, I told you I wasn't a faggot!" I protested.

"But you'll stroke me off again," he pleaded, "Won't you?"

"Sure," I said, "I'd love to do that."

"Is is okay if I cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"I'd love that!" I said, and Marcus smiled broadly! We walked back to his place and he took me up to his room.

"We have to be quiet about this so nobody will hear," he cautioned me, and I agreed.

Marcus sat on the edge of his bed, dropping his pants and undershorts. I knelt before him and began to stroke him. Soon we were both hard once again and I looked forward to the taste of his cum. I had no idea why, but I really wanted it badly, and soon he warned me that he would be cumming soon.

I opened my mouth and moved to within an inch of his cock head. Marcus rewarded my efforts and once again I tasted his hot seed. I pumped his cock until it stopped squirting and then watched with interest as a large drop of cum formed on his cock head, but just set there.

"You missed some," he said, "Better not waste it!"

I leaned forward and licked the cum off his cock head, and quickly realized what I had just done. I hadn't intended to lick his cock, but just did it. Well, it didn't mean anything.

Marcus thanked me and I left. On my way home the thought of me licking his cock kept coming back into my head – I tried to avoid it, but I couldn't. I'd have to be more careful in the future, since this was taking me where I didn't want to be.

The next afternoon I saw Marcus again, and he said he needed me earlier but I was nowhere around, so he did it himself. I must have looked disappointed, then he said, "But don't worry, I brought you something." and handed me a condom, still warm with his seed. I thanked him and told him I'd use it right away, and went home an into my bathroom.

I put the ring of the condom between my lips and teeth and let it hang down my chin. I gently sucked and the condom began to turn inside-out as it pulled into my mouth. I jacked-off as I sucked and soon tasted his cum, and shortly shot my load into my hand, licking it up. I was really getting into the taste of cum, and wondered if other guys would give me their cum. I decided to ask Marcus.

The next day I saw Marcus on my way to the bus stop and told him I wanted to milk him this afternoon, and he told me to come by at 4:15, to which I agreed.

When I arrived Marcus greeted me and we went into the living room again. This time he undressed completely and stood there naked and hard, pointing his cock right me. "You should undress too," he said, "It will be better that way."

I resisted, not wanting him to see my erection, but he kept pressing and I finally relented. I undressed and as soon as I did he saw my erection and smiled. "I thought so," Marcus said, "You're aroused by this!"

I blushed red and couldn't hide my embarrassment. What could I possibly say to mitigate the evidence of my hard cock?

"Look Jerry," said Marcus, "It's alright. You have been pretending that you are straight – maybe to feel better about yourself, but you don't have to hide it. Lots of white guys just love black cock."

Marcus took my cock in his hand and fondled me, and said, "I think I know what you need."

"Oh?" I asked with interest, unable to think of anything else to say.

"You need to cum too, with my cock in your mouth," he said.

"No fuckin' way!" I said, I'm not a faggot!"

"I don't mean sucking me," he assured me, "Just hold it in your mouth, like you take my cum in your mouth."

His fondling me seriously compromised my judgment and I agreed to give it a try. I got on my knees and he put his cock in my mouth. I just held it there while I stroked. As my arousal mounted I found myself sucking him without realizing it. Soon he came in my mouth and I shot my load in response.

I swallowed and caught my breath as he pulled out.

Embarrassed, I said, "I guess I just blew you, so now I'm a faggot."

"Jerry, don't be so tough on yourself," he said, "you are simply a good friend who did something really nice for me."

"I was hoping to just have guys just cum in my mouth," I said.

"You would have difficulty finding guys just for that," explained Marcus, "But it's easy to find guys to blow."

"Will you help me find other guys to blow, then?" I asked.

Marcus agreed and said he knew of some guys who he was sure would be interested.

I left and thought about sucking as I walked home. I realized that I had been fooling myself – I wanted to suck but didn't want to think of myself as a cocksucker – but now I really was!

The next day I went to Marcus' house after school. He told me to undress because his friends would be there soon.

I quickly undressed and Marcus let me play with his cock while we waited. The doorbell rang and Marcus let his three black friends in. There was one guy I didn't know, but two I recognized from school. One of them said, "Hey, I know you!"

I blushed once again and he said, "That's what I like about white guys – they can't hide their embarrassment."

"Well, let's get to it," Marcus said, and the guys all took out their cocks. They were all really sell endowed.

"But first," said one of the friends, "Jerry should jack-off first thinking about our cocks, and then swallow his cum."

"Great idea!" agreed Marcus, "Then he will be focused entirely on us."

The four guys stood close around me as I knelt and stroked. Their hard cocks were just inches from my face. It took almost no time for me to cum, filling the palm of my hand. I licked it up as they expected and then swallowed.

I opened my mouth and one of them entered. I sucked while he commented on how white boys make the best cocksuckers. I didn't know if I should be offended by that, but realized that he might be right. In a few minutes he emptied his hot load into my mouth and I swallowed.

I sucked the second guy and noticed that the first was taking pictures with his cell phone. I didn't like that but would deal with that later. Once the guy I was sucking came he pulled out and I swallowed.

I sucked the third to completion and then Marcus, being the good host, went last. I was well familiar with his cock, and liked the way it felt in my mouth. Soon he came as well, and the guys all praised my work.

"I really don't want pictures of me sucking," I said.

"Well, here's the dilemma, Jerry," Marcus said, "You want to suck off other guys, right?"

"Sure," I said, "As many as I can."

"But you don't want it to get around school that you suck, right?" he asked.

"Of course the guys you blow will know," said Marcus, "Is that okay?"

"Well it would have to be," I replied.

"Okay, then how about this," asked Marcus, "We let the black guys know that you'll blow them, but not a word to the white guys or gals."

I thought about it and began to get aroused again. There were hundreds of black guys in my school – would I be blowing all of them? I'd sure love to!

"I suppose that sounds okay," I said, but how will you keep it from the white guys?"

"Not a problem," assured Marcus, "The black guys just keep it on the ‘down low' and to themselves. You just have to be ready to blow any of them whenever they ask you to."

I agreed and the three friends left. I got dressed and Marcus said I was going to be a really popular guy!

Within weeks I had blown dozens of black guys, and loved every moment of it. I found that I didn't mind that they all knew I was a cocksucker, because they treated me nicely, valuing my work.

I'm glad I overcame my aversion to sucking, because now I know it is what I was really meant to do, and would spend the rest of my life sucking every black cock I could!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)