First Taste of Cum Part 160    
          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.


Happy Endings

    I'm Mike and I take a vocational education curriculum at my high school. That means I am training for a specific profession – in my case physical therapy. As part of our training we intern with various clinics and medical offices that relate to our profession. Some are at chiropractor's, some at physical therapy clinics, and some at massage clinics.

As part of our training we learn all about anatomy – especially the muscles and bones. We learn how to ease muscle tension and reduce joint pain. There weren't enough openings in physical therapy clinics, so I had to take an internship at a massage clinic, where I was to practice therapeutic massage.

Mrs. Benton ran the clinic and she put me with Kim, a small Korean woman. She was very friendly and promised to teach me all that she knew. Mrs. Benton instructed her to assume that I knew nothing, and just start at the beginning, which Kim did. It was kind of boring at first, reviewing much that I already knew, but soon she got me started on actual patients. The first patients were not medical patients – they just wanted a relaxing massage. Mrs. Benton thought it best to wait until I had more experience before having me work with the medical patients, just so nothing would go wrong.

About a third of the customers were men and the rest were women, so I got to put my hands on a lot of women. I had to be careful where I touched them, but it was just so tempting. They were all naked under the towels and I was semi-hard most of the day.

Kim instructed me in how to touch a woman "appropriately", but went on to say, "of course, it depends upon the person."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well," Kim explained, "Some women liked to have their breasts and buns massaged, and didn't consider it at all intrusive ... and some ..."

Kim stopped as if realizing that she said too much, but I urged her to explain.

"Mrs. Benton would be angry with me," she said, "That knowledge is not for you."

"Please Kim," I pleaded, "I honestly want to learn all I can."

She was silent for a time, thinking about it, and then said, "Ok, I teach you – you are very grown-up for your age – almost adult."

That made me feel good, and a resolved to not disappoint her.

"You know about happy ending?" she asked.

"I've heard about it," I said, "It's where you bring someone to climax, but I need to learn the technique."

"I teach you," said Kim, "but you do exactly what I say, okay?"

I nodded my agreement and she showed me techniques to use on a woman, demonstrating on a medical dummy.

Kim would tell me which women wanted their breasts and buns massaged, and I would do it just like she had taught me. I knew the women were getting aroused, but I didn't dare give them a happy ending. One day Kim told me that I would be getting some women customers who wanted happy endings and she needed to check me out on it.

"I don't think Mrs. Benton would approve, so I we do this after hours," she said.

I prepared to stay late that night and after Mrs. Benton left for the day Kim took me into a massage room and she undressed and got on the table. I massaged her breasts as she had taught me, gently squeezing the nipples to get them hard. I moved my hands down her belly and slipped a finger into her, getting it wet, and then pulling out to massage her clitty. This was all new to me and very exciting. She told me that just the right touch was crucial – not too hard and not too soft, but that I would have to adjust for the woman. I enjoyed bringing Kim to climax and she told me I was ready.

I knew that this wasn't exactly legal, and wondered how it fit with the fee structure, which was based on medical insurance reimbursement for many customers. "No extra charge," Kim said, "But if you do good you get big tip"

As an intern I worked for free, but this was a way to make some serious money! After a few weeks I was getting a couple of happy ending women customers a day, and really began to love my work.

I did standard massages on men – I supposed that Kim was getting the happy ending men. Then one day Kim said, "I think you ready for happy ending on men."

I considered myself to be straight, but didn't mind giving a guy a handjob with a little lotion. It should be easy and it should pay well.

"You know about how men get aroused," Kim said, "So you already know part of what to do."

I really didn't think there was anything more for me to learn, but Kim surprised me and said I needed to learn sucking techniques.

"You mean I have to give blowjobs?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, "It's what they want – you want good tip, don't you?"

She told me she would have a male friend come by after hours and I would learn on him.

I was feeling very uneasy about this. I was straight, and this was definitely not what straight guys did. A handjob was just business – but blowjobs were really gay.

I wanted to tell Kim that I didn't want to do men, but she had been so good to me – teaching me to pleasure women, which had been very profitable for me. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I'd get used to it, and it would be good money.

That night Kim's friend, Jim arrived after hours. He undressed and lay on the table. Kim told me to take my time and get familiar with his parts, and I handled his cock, which grew in my hand. I had never touched another guy's cock before, and it was both strange and exciting.

Soon he was fully erect, and I reached for some lotion. "Wait," Kim said, "I'm sure you know handjob, but need to learn to suck."

She stood on the other side of the table from me and explained about taking him into my mouth and how to move my tongue, as well as keeping my teeth off him.

As I sucked I was surprised at how right his cock felt in my mouth – as if they belonged together. Jim was getting close, so I pulled off and asked, "Where do I spit it?"

"No spit – swallow," said Kim, "They want you to swallow – you want big tip – swallow."

I resumed sucking, but now I knew I'd have to swallow his load. I had no idea I'd be doing this when I signed up for the program at school, but here I was, a gay whore – but the money was good.

I felt Jim's cock enlarge a bit and then he began to pump his load into my mouth. As the first squirt entered my mouth I realized that it was unlike anything I had ever tasted – really strong. I swallowed, not knowing how much more was to come. My swallowing kept up with his pumping and I just held him in my mouth until he softened, I pulled back.

"Nice job," said Jim, "You've done this before."

"No," I said, "This was my first time."

"Then you'll get really good with practice," he said.

While I wasn't exactly proud to be a cocksucker, I did feel good about doing it well.

From that point on Kim directed the happy ending men to me. At first I had one to two a day, but soon I was getting over five a day. Most of the men declined the massage and just wanted the happy ending, which I was really beginning to enjoy.

At night I would jack-off when I went to bed, and now I almost always think about giving blowjobs. Most of the time I would cum thinking about a guy unloading in my mouth.

I wished I could suck some of the guys on my own, but we had a strict policy of not getting involved with the customers – everything was supposed to be strictly professional – whatever that really meant. The exception was Jim – I went to his place on weekends and blew him regularly. Kim didn't know, and Jim introduced me to some of his friends, so after a month or two I had half a dozen "regulars" on my own. They didn't pay me – this was purely for pleasure.

I hoped to continue at the massage clinic after my internship was over – as a regular employee, but just in case, I would still have guys to blow.

As my internship was drawing to a close, Mrs. Benton called me into her office and said the customers really liked me, and many asked for me specifically. She was proud at how well I had done and offered me a job on the spot, which I gladly accepted.

Kim congratulated me privately and I asked, "What if she finds out about the happy endings? I'd be in real trouble."

Kim just smiled and said, "She knows – and she doing special promotion for happy endings – you see a lot more soon."

I realized that she could because I was doing them, and felt a certain sense of pride.

By now I had given hundreds of blowjobs, and wasn't kidding myself – it may be a job, but I loved it, which is why I did free sucks on the weekends. I realized that few people could have a job they loved as much as I do.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)