First Taste of Cum Part 143    
          by Bill Beaumonte (  

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.

Gay Friend

    My name is Jeff, a sixteen year old straight guy with a gay friend. I must admit that having a gay friend was something I planned because of Joanne, my girlfriend. I'd been dating her for nearly a year and finally got to the point of having sex – not just petting, but going all the way. We both enjoy it, but she doesn't seem to need it as much as I do.

I really try to take good care of her – not like some guys who just cum and leave the girl unsatisfied. I try to make sure she cums before I do, but if I finish first I still get her off in other ways. She's a bit funny about my going down on her – she thinks it's a really dirty thing to do, but once I get started she's never stopped me! To her credit she is always really clean – some of my friends said that the smell of pussy nearly made them puke, but Joanne is really clean.

Sorry about that diversion – the point is that what sex we've had has been great for both of us, but I just need it more often than she does. When I asked her to go down on me at first she was reluctant, but then tried, but her heart really wasn't into it. When we talked about it I told her I really liked it (even though she was really awkward about it). She really floored me when she said that it made her feel cheap – it was the sort of things that gay men did. I assured her that it was just an expression of her love, but nothing I said seemed to matter.

I loved Joanne, and let the matter drop. I did get to thinking about what she said – gay men do suck cock, and I had heard that they give the very best blowjobs – maybe I should see it that's true. There were a number of kids in my school who might be gay, but none were open about it, and it's not the sort of thing you go asking about.

There was a kid in some of my classes who seemed gay. Marty looked a little femme – not enough to be a girl, but he sure didn't look like a jock! I had never seen him with a girl. That wasn't conclusive, but it was a start. He often ate lunch together, so I hatched a plan to get to know him better.

One day at lunch I approached him and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

"Sure Jeff," he said, "Have a seat."

I began to eat, and finally broke the ice by saying, "Marty I've noticed something ..."

I saw that Marty suddenly blushed red, as if he thought I was going to ask if he was gay, so I quickly finished by, "I noticed that you are a real brain when it comes to math."

Marty looked relieved, but didn't answer at first. After a minute or so he replied, "Yeah, any sort of math comes easy to me and I really like it."

"Well it's not easy for me," I said, "Even though I do well in all my other classes, I struggle with math. I do well in science classes until I get to the math part."

"I know what you mean," agreed Marty, "History is my Achille’s heel. It's boring and there is so much memorization – it's the only class keeping me from being an honor student."

"Maybe we can help each other out," I said, "You help me understand math and I help you with history."

"I've never done this before," said Marty, "But it’s worth a try."

At first, we met a couple of times a week, and I was very careful not to let him know I was mainly looking for a blowjob – in truth I really did value his tutoring me on math, and I did my best to help him with history.

I reminded me that the word "history" is really "his story" – the story of man, and if he looked at it as a story, it was a lot more interesting than just memorizing names and dates. That really seemed to click for Marty, and he started reading historical novels that tied in with what we were currently studying.

He worked wonders for me in math – he showed me different ways to do some of the problems and explained things that the teachers didn't. I especially hated "story problems" and told him so.

"But those are the most important ones," he assured me, "All real-life problems are story problems!"

"It's kind of like a detective problem, he continued, "You have to sort through the clues and figure out who done it."

He helped me to understand how to pick out the goal of the story problem – what we wanted to solve for. Then he showed me how to sort through the clues – some were important and some not. Then he showed me how to put it all in a formula and how to solve it. After a few weeks I got the hang of it and the challenge was actually fun. I worked through all the story problems we were assigned and more. Then Marty made some up and I eagerly attacked them.

By the end of the semester we had genuinely become good friends and both of us had improved in our problem subjects. I kind of felt ashamed of wanting him to blow me, but did think about it from time to time, but never dared say anything.

One day Marty was at my house after school. My parents didn't get home from work until six, so we were alone there. I offered Marty a beer and got one for myself. My Dad didn't mind my drinking beer, even though I was under-age. He just didn't want me drinking outside the house.

Marty thought my Dad was really cool, and I had to agree. As we drank and talked, Marty really seemed to loosen up. I think this might have been his first time drinking beer, and by the time he was on his second one he really started to open up to me.

"Jeff, you remember when you first approached me at lunch?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "What about it?"

"When you said you had noticed something about me," Marty confessed, "I thought you were going to say you thought I was gay."

"That would have been a really rude thing to say," I replied.

"I know," Marty agreed, "And you have never said anything – but do you wonder if I am gay?"

This was certainly taking a direction I hadn't anticipated, and it seemed that Marty was forcing the issue."

"Well, I kind of wondered," I admitted, trying not to make a big deal about it.

"We have become good friends," Marty said, "And I feel that I can trust you completely."

I didn't know what to say – this conversation was getting a little weird.

"Would it matter to you if I was gay?" asked Marty, "Oh hell, I might as well just say it – I am gay!"

Now it was out, and I just wanted to ease the tension.

"It's cool with me," I said, "I kind of suspected, but now that you've confirmed it, nothing much has changed."

Marty smiled and thanked me, saying, "You're the best friend I've ever had."

He finished his beer and said he had to get home. After he left I realized that if I asked him for a blowjob I would be abusing our friendship. We were indeed "best friends", and I couldn't help but think that if I was going to get a blowjob from a guy that it would have to be someone else.

The next day we ate lunch together and Marty said he was embarrassed about what he had said the previous day, and that it was just the beer talking.

"Maybe so," I replied, "But was it true?"

"Yes," Marty admitted, avoiding eye contact.

"Marty, look at me!" I insisted, and he we made eye contact, "We are best friends, and if you're gay it's okay with me, so get over this."

Marty smiled and thanked me. We continued to study together, and Friday night went to the school football game together. We were just a couple of friends, but I kept thinking about Marty blowing me, but didn't dare say anything.

The next Friday we were at my house after school again and we drank beers together and talked. By the time we got to our second beers we had both loosened up, and Marty said, "Jeff, if there is anything you want to ask me about being gay, please feel free to do so."

By now I was feeling pretty uninhibited, and went way over the line I had drawn for myself.

"Do you suck cock?" I asked, and Marty nodded.

"What's it like?" I continued.

"It's difficult to describe," he said, "But it's a real turn-on for both of us."

"Really?", I asked, "For you too? What exactly do you get out of it?"

"Well," responded Marty, "Have you ever gone down on Joanne?"

"Sure," I said, "And we both liked it."

"So how do you feel when you make her cum?" Marty inquired.

"Well, pretty good," I admitted, "It's kind of a feeling of accomplishment – it feels like I've done something special."

"It's the same for me when I give a blowjob," Marty explained.

"I've heard that guys give better blowjobs than girls," I said, and immediately wish I hadn't.

"I think that’s generally true," Marty affirmed, "Did you want to find out for yourself?"

I realized that Marty had just offered me a blowjob – something I've wanted all along and was too chicken to ask for. I really wanted to take him up on his offer but also valued our friendship.

"Maybe another time," I said, "When we are both thinking more clearly."

"If you don't want it," Marty replied, "I'm not offended, but if you want it, this would be a good time. I can see that you're in the mood."

He was right, I had a raging hard-on which I didn't think was visible. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I really needed to cum. I was too tongue-tied to say anything, but I unzipped and took out my cock.

Before I knew it Marty was kneeling on the floor in front of me, firmly grasping my hard cock. As I sat there I spread my knees apart and he drew closer and began to suck. It was so much better than Joanne, and I didn't want it to stop. At the same time I needed to cum, but knew it would be over then. I realized that if this was my biggest problem then I was doing pretty good indeed.

I could hold back no longer in the face of Marty's "pleasure assault" and started to pump my cum into his mouth. I watched as he took it without complaint and gladly swallowed. He held my cock in his mouth until I softened, and then pulled off me.

"Thanks Marty," I said, "That was incredible!"

"Thank you, Jeff," he replied, "I wanted it too."

I didn't know what more to say after that, but Marty excused himself and went home. I felt like I had taken advantage of my friend and hoped I hadn't ruined everything.

The next day at lunch I sat with Marty and asked, "Are we good?"

"If it's good for you," he said.

I smiled and said I really liked what happened, and hoped it wouldn't ruin our friendship.

"As long as it's fine with you," Marty said, "It can take our friendship to a whole new level."

"Sounds great to me!" I said, and added, "You mean you want to do more of it."

"Sure do," said Marty, "As often as you like."

"Every day?" I asked.

"You think I couldn't handle that?" responded Marty, "Tonight after school then!"

That was a deal I couldn't refuse – the thought of the way our friendship had evolved was exciting and I got hard sitting there at lunch.

That day after school as we walked to my house I asked, "So do you cum from giving blowjobs?"

"Not right away," explained Marty, "I jacked off as soon as I got home."

"Would you like to jack-off while you blow me?" I asked.

"That would be awesome!" Marty agreed.

When we got to our house there was no need for beers to loosen us up. We went to the living room and I unzipped.

"Would it gross you out if I undressed?" Marty asked.

"I really want this to be good for you too," I said, "So go ahead."

Marty undressed and I looked at his nearly hairless, somewhat feminine body. His cock was small but stood at attention, and he approached me and dropped to him knees. I took out my cock and he was on it right away.

I watched as he eagerly sucked me and could see him stroking his little cock. I was aroused more than ever before and quickly gave Marty my load. He was still stroking, so I said, "Just hold me in your mouth until you cum."

Marty cradled my cock in his mouth while he continued, and soon he made grunting sounds as he came. I realized that I should have given him some tissues, but his cum would clean up easily enough.

He pulled off me and I could see that he had his load in the other hand. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked up his own cum, getting two loads out of one blowjob!

"I should get dressed," said Marty.

"No need to if you prefer to be naked," I said, realizing that I enjoyed seeing him naked.

I got us a couple of beers and we sat and talked. I had seen Joanne naked before and thought naked girls looked really great – now I was really appreciating how nice Marty looked naked.

The next time Marty blew me I asked if it would be better if I were naked too, and Marty agreed. By the time I was undressed Marty was already on his knees, so I stood before him and he began sucking. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and liked the feeling. I put my hand on Marty's head and ran my fingers through his hair. I wasn't sure if this was okay, but it felt good.

As Marty sucked he squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me toward him, and I unloaded into his mouth. Like before, he held my cock in his mouth while he jacked off. I was really glad that our arrangement was good for both of us.

Marty pulled off me after he had cum and brought his hand to his mouth.

"Wait!" I said, "Let me have a taste."

Marty looked surprised, but held his hand out to me. I cautiously dipped my finger into the puddle of his cum and brought it to my mouth.

"Really strong tasting," I said, "It sure doesn't taste like chicken!"

"It's an acquired taste," Marty said, "But I really love it."

In my heart I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be blowing Marty.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (