First Taste of Cum Part 132    
          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.


Grandma Jenson

    I'm Marty, a twelve-year-old boy and I love to be naked and play with myself. I'm not yet able to cum, but I know that will happen soon. My mother would scold me for playing with myself, so of course I do it privately. I enjoy going out into the woods behind my house, and once out of sight of my house I would take my clothes off and wander around naked, playing with myself as I walked.

Hardly anyone went back into those woods, so I had it all to myself. If I went straight back from my house though the woods I would come to a house where an old woman lived and kept to herself. I was pretty sure she didn't know me, and for fun I would walk out of the woods naked and wander around her back yard.

I did this repeatedly, each time approaching the house closer as I grew bolder. One day I was shocked to hear a voice call out, "You must be quite away from home."

Realizing I was caught, I panicked and put my hands over my crotch.

"Now there's no reason for that," she said, "Come on over here and say hello, and have some lemonade with me."

It certainly didn't sound like I was in trouble, so I approached closer. She smiled and seemed to be a friendly old woman, not unlike my grandmother. She handed me a glass of lemonade which I took with one hand while covering myself with the other.

"Now there's no need for modesty here," she said, "A boy should be proud of what he has, so why not show me?"

I reluctantly moved my hand away, exposing myself to her. I had a stiffy while wandering around, but it had gone down when she caught me.

She motioned me to approach and I took a couple of steps closer. She surprised me by reaching out and taking my cock in her hand. She gently squeezed it and my stiffy instantly returned, and felt wonderful as she fondled me.

"You have a nice erection," she said, "And it will get even nicer as you grow. Can you cum yet?"

"No, not yet," I replied, "But I hope to soon."

"Maybe I can make you cum for the first time," she said, "As long as we are getting to know each other, you may call me Grandma Jenson."

"That feels really good, Grandma Jenson," I responded, "Thank you."

"I know how to make boys feel really good," she said, "I used to make my son cum, but he's all grown up, though he does come visit from time to time."

"Wait here Marty," she said, "While I go get something."

She went inside but soon returned carrying a bottle. "This is a mild hand lotion," she explained putting some in the palm of her hand and rubbing her hands together, "I'll get it warmed up for you."

Then she took my cock in her hands and massaged me with the lotion. It felt so wonderful that my knees nearly buckled, and I had to take hold of the back of her chair to keep from losing my balance.

"I told you that I know what boys like," she said, smiling, "If you will trust me and do what I tell you, I can give you a lot of wonderful times."

I decided to trust Grandma Jenson, since she had been very good to me so far.

I visited Grandma Jenson nearly every day, and one day she said she had a surprise for me. Her son Jerry was there and had something very special to show me. She led me indoors and into the living room, where a man was sitting. I had grown very comfortable being naked around Grandma Jenson, but now that I was naked in front of Jerry I felt a bit awkward.

"Jerry dear," she said, "You should take your clothes off so Marty won't be embarrassed. Jerry undressed, and I could see that he had hair all over his body. When he pulled down his undershorts I saw the largest cock I had ever seen. Of course, the only other cocks I had seen were from my friends, and they were still young.

"Go ahead and take a closer look," said Grandma. I approached, and Jerry told me I could touch it if I liked.

I took it into my hand and squeezed it marveling at it growing to an even larger size!

"Let's go to the bedroom and show Marty something really cool!" said Grandma.

I held onto Jerry's huge cock as we walked into the bedroom. Jerry lay on the bed and Grandma told me to get up on the bed and kneel next to him.

"I used to make Jerry cum all the time," she said, "But now I'll teach you how to do it – it's always one of my favorites!"

She told me to grip Jerry's cock firmly and to stroke it up and down with my hands. He got even harder and I was having a great time when Jerry said, "Here it comes!"

As I stroked I saw a stream of white liquid shoot several feet into the air and land on Jerry's belly. It was really thrilling for me to do that, and I was grateful to Grandma and Jerry to be able to do this.

"Taste it and see if you like it," she said.

That had never occurred to me, but with her encouragement I gave it a try. I ran my finger through a puddle of Jerry's cum and brought it to my mouth. It was strong tasting, and I wasn't sure if I would like it.

"It's an acquired taste," Grandma said, "You'll grow to like it with practice."

"The next time Jerry is here I'll teach you to make him cum with your mouth," she said, "Would you like that?"

"I'm sure I will," I said eagerly.

A few days later Jerry was back, and Grandma told me to just kneel before Jerry while he stood in the living room. I opened my mouth and Jerry slid his huge cock in. It was an amazing feeling to have his huge cock in my mouth. Jerry put his hands on my head and held me while he stroked in and out of my mouth. It was the same idea as stroking with my hands, except this was with my mouth.

As he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth, he told me to move my tongue around, which I did. Suddenly he came and shot his entire load into my mouth!

It was a surprising sensation to feel his cock spurting his hot load into my mouth. It still tasted really strong, but I was warming up to the strange taste. As Jerry pulled out, Grandma said, "Now just hold it in your mouth and enjoy the flavor."

I held Jerry's load in my mouth for several minutes and then swallowed. I didn't understand that I was giving Jerry a blowjob, but I felt proud of myself.

After Jerry left, Grandma told me that boys like me were really appreciated and wondered if I would like to blow other men as well. I eagerly agreed, and Grandma said she would find some for me to suck.

The next day Grandma Jenson had Mike, the paper boy, there and she said I could practice on him. By now the idea of taking a cock in my mouth and sucking a guy to completion seemed perfectly normal and felt like this was just part of growing up. I undressed, and Grandma told me to get on my knees and Mike unzipped and offered me his cock. It was much smaller than Jerry's, but bigger than mine. I took him into my mouth and sucked while moving my tongue arounds as Jerry had taught me. Soon Mike came and I swallowed his load. He thanked me and asked if I could suck him other times and I agreed. Grandma Jenson gave me a pen and paper and I wrote down my address and phone number for him to contact me.

Mike left, and Grandma had me sit on the couch next to her. She gave me a paper with a phone number and address. "I want you to call this number and introduce yourself and tell them I sent you," she said, "You can make arrangements to visit them on your own."

"You won't be with me?" I asked.

"No," Grandma said, "This you will have to do on your own, but you have the skills to do it."

"Who are these people?" I asked, "Are they friends of yours?"

"Not exactly friends," she said, "But people I know. They are part of a group of friends who like boys like you."

"Now this is a very private matter," she continued, "And not something you should talk about with others."

"Is this a bad thing that I'm doing?" I asked, a bit confused.

"No, not at all!" Grandma insisted, "In fact it's a truly wonderful thing!"

"If it's so wonderful then why do I have to keep it a secret?" I asked.

"You know how your mother doesn't want you to play with yourself?" Grandma asked. I nodded.

"Well, she is kind of prudish, and just doesn't understand how wonderful it is," Grandma said, "A lot of people are like that so we just keep it to ourselves, so they don't ruin our fun."

That made a lot of sense. If my mother had her way, none of this great stuff would have ever happened, and I sure don't want to stop now!

When I got home I called the number and talked to a nice sounding woman who was very friendly and put me at ease. I agreed to come visit next Thursday night at 7pm, and they would have some friends over to meet me.

I arrived Thursday night and was invited in. I felt a little awkward, not knowing exactly what to do, so I asked, "Do you want me to get undressed?"

The woman smiled and said, "Yes, that would be good."

I undressed and stacked my clothes on a nearby chair. She led me into another room where there were a dozen people sitting and drinking cocktails. The woman led me around to each person and introduced me to them. Each one took my cock in their hand and fondled me. It felt so wonderful I scarcely could say a word.

There were ten men and two women, and the women fondled me just as the men did. Then one of the men got up, unzipped and took out his cock. I immediately dropped to my knees, knowing full well what was expected of me. Each of the women had either a camera or a video recorder and proceed to take pictures and movies of my work. I sucked every one of the men and swallowed their cum as the women recorded every moment. They all thanked me and said I was very talented. They said they had other friends who would appreciate my work, and would introduce me if I was interested. I told them I was.

Mike would meet with me nearly every day and feed me his load. Each time it was in a different place – Mike said he liked the variety, and it was fun for me to. Sometimes it was in semi-public places, like a public rest room, or in a lumber yard, so I had to keep my clothes on, but it was fun just the same. I knew that soon I would be able to cum, and when I did I hoped that I'd be as horny as he was – he seemed to always need it – but I loved giving it, so it was good for both of us. Mike was in middle school, while I was in sixth grade and still in elementary school.

I wondered how many boys my age gave blowjobs. Was this common or was I ahead of the others? The next time I blew Mike I asked him if there were a lot of other boys like me, and he said I was the only one he knew of, but cocksuckers usually were secretive. So, there is a name for it – cocksucker – very appropriate, and I kind of liked it.

The next day Mike had me come to his house and took me into the back yard. His parents weren't home yet so we were alone. The back yard had a tall hedge all around it, giving pretty good privacy. "You can take your clothes off today," Mike said, and I quickly undressed.

It was good again to be naked outdoors and I was soon fully hard. I would stroke myself about once a week to see if I could cum yet, and it felt good, but it just left me sore. Mike assured me that I would be cumming soon, and then I might want to find a cocksucker of my own. As I sucked Mike I thought about how I was blowing him nearly every day, and how I had become Mike's personal cocksucker – I liked that.

As I was sucking I heard something behind me and started to pull off Mike, but he put his hand on my head and told me to keep sucking.

"See, I told you," said Mike.

Then I heard an answer, "He sure is a cocksucker alright!"

I heard a number of other voices chime in, and knew I had an audience, but didn't know how many. I just continued to suck and soon Mike rewarded my efforts with his creamy load. He pulled out and I swallowed. I turned to see two boys and a girl – all older kids form middle school. The boys were named Jim and Ben, and the girl was Amanda. She was holding the boy's hard cocks, and soon guided Ben to me and stood close by as I sucked him.

"Stroke yourself," Amanda told me, and I began to do so. There was something really exciting about doing this while a girl watched.

"Don't swallow," Amanda ordered, and when Ben came I held his load in my mouth. As Ben pulled out and withdrew, Amanda knelt in front of me and told me to open my mouth. I did, showing her Ben's load and she really liked that, and squeezed my small cock.

"Okay, you can swallow now," she said, and led Jim to me. I continued to stroke and it started to feel a little different now. Being hard was nothing new to me, but now it was feeling more exciting than ever. Jim came in my mouth and pulled out, but I just couldn't stop stroking. It was like I was no longer in control, but it was amazing. My hand pumped faster and faster until the most incredible feeling happened, and I came for the first time, and I shot my load high into the air!

"Wow, that was his first time!" said Mike, and the others applauded. Amanda said she was really glad to be there on my first climax, and knew I would be having many more.

At this point I gave my contact information to my new friends and we left. I continued to blow them and other friends of Mike after school, and then nearly any time of day during summer break. When school resumed I was in middle school and the boys were in high school. I could still do after-school blowjobs, but now there was a new development.

Amanda was still in middle school and greeted me the first day. We became good friends, and soon she began bringing more guys to blow. At first I was concerned about my hobby becoming known throughout the school, but Amanda assured me that the boys I sucked were all sworn to secrecy, and would never risk losing access to my mouth by talking about it.

I took Amanda to meet Grandma Jenson, who showed Amanda some new ways to make boys feel good.

"Men think they run the world," Grandma said to Amanda, "But if you control the pleasure they get, then you are the one in charge."

"I really like being in charge," confessed Amanda, and I was quite willing for her to be in charge of me.

Now, many years later, I am married with a family, but still like visiting Amanda and blowing whoever she might have for me.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)