First Taste of Cum Part 137    
          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.


The Party

    I'm Jerry, and good friends with Bobby. We're both twelve and are constantly looking for some fun. As I sat down with Bobby for lunch in the school cafeteria I said, "I overheard Cindy and Rhonda talking about a party that Cindy's older brother Jason was having Friday night. She said she didn't like the kind of people her brother invited, and arranged to stay at Rhonda's that night."

Jason is 16 and he lives just a couple of houses down the street. I told Bobby that we could sneak into his party. They have a back door at their house and we can get in without anyone noticing. Bobby and I are tall for our age and figured we could blend in with the older crowd Friday night.

On Friday night Bobby and I dressed up like the older kids and snuck over to Jason's house. As we approached we could hear some noise from outside and it sounded like there were 10 to 15 people there. We snuck around to the back door and entered. One set of stairs led downstairs and the other up to the kitchen.

We went up to the kitchen and met a guy there we didn't know. He was from another school and assumed we came up from the basement.

"You guys have fun down there?" he asked.

"Sure did," I said, trying to go along.

"You up for some more?" he asked, "Let's go back downstairs – you're going to really like what I have for you."

Putting his arms around us he pulled us toward the stairs and we started down.

He grabbed each of our asses and smacked them. Bobby and I looked at each other, wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. At the bottom of the stairs we were shocked to see a guy on his knees sucking another guy's cock. On the couch there were 2 guys sucking each other. I suddenly realized why Cindy didn't like her brother's friends.

Jason was gay and this was a gay party. This was no place for us and I started to look for a way out, but saw none. The guy that took us downstairs had pulled his pants down and grabbed his large soft cock and waved it at us. He grabbed both of our heads and pushed us down onto our knees.

"Both of you start sucking," he said, "There's enough for both of you."

I opened my mouth to object and he forced his cock in.

He grabbed Bobby's head and said, "Suck my balls," as he pulled Bobby's head to him.

His cock grew rapidly in my mouth. I tried to pull off but he held my head as he started fucking my mouth. It was all I could to keep from gagging. After a couple of minutes he pulled me off of his cock and stuffed his now large rock hard cock in Bobby's mouth.

"Suck the balls," he said to me. I wanted to get up and run, I couldn't help myself and I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked. After a few more minutes he pulled me off of his balls and pulled Bobby off of his cock. Right as his cock slid out of Bobby's mouth he started cumming and shot his load all over our faces. I couldn't believe how much cum he shot – it had to be ten times the size of my loads.

"Now lick the cum off each other's faces, then kiss each other and swap the cum," he directed.

Though we were forced into this, I was really starting to like it and eagerly licked cum off Bobby's face. He must have liked it too, because he seemed very willing to lick cum off me. I kissed Bobby and our tongues eagerly swapped cum. I had never kissed a guy before but it was really turning me on. I reached into Bobby's pants and touched his cock, making him cum on my hand. I pulled my hand out and licked Bobby's cum off in, and could not help shooting a load in my pants.

I looked around and saw that all the guys in the room, including Jason, were gathered around watching us.

"Aren't you the kid that lives down the street? The kid in my sister's class?" he demanded.

I just nodded.

"How the hell did you get in here?" he asked.

"We just snuck in the back door," I replied.

"You guys must really love sucking cock to crash a gay party," Jason said, "And you must be really good at it because Randy usually takes a long time to cum – I need to find out just how good you guys are!"

Jason slipped off his pants, revealing a cock that was already hard and almost as big as Randy's. He came over slapped my face with his cock. I tried to get his cock into my mouth but Jason was teasing me with it.

"Look at this faggot cocksucker," he said, "He really wants my cock."

Soon I had his cock in my mouth while Bobby eagerly sucked his balls. Jason was moaning almost immediately.

Bobby and I traded sucking cock and balls back and forth. We worked really well as a team and Jason pulled out and squirted his cum all over our faces. Without being told, we turned to licking the cum off each other and kissing, as we each put our hands in the other's pants, groping while we kissed.

After we finished, the guys made us strip before we were allowed to suck more cock. We stayed there for several hours until we had sucked each guy's cock. We were exhausted and had dried cum all over our faces, hair, and body.

Before we were allowed to get dressed Jason got our phone numbers and told us that each of the guys here would be getting hold of us to suck their cocks on a regular basis. We would have to go every party they had. We both said to call us anytime and that we love these parties. We got dressed even though we smelled like cum and had it all over us.

Until last night I was sure that both Bobby and I were straight, but now we were faggots, and really liking it.

As we opened the front door to leave and then Cindy walked right in. She let out a shriek and we knew we were busted.

"Oh my god you guys are faggots too!" she said, "If you guys don't want me to tell everyone about this you’ll do everything I tell you – I own both of you now".

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn, for inspiring this story and providing much of the content.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)