First Taste of Cum Part 168    
          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.


Forced Faggot

    I'm Joe, a sixteen-year old who was forced to become a faggot. I'm not complaining, since I have really grown to like it, but it wasn't my choice – not that there is ever a real choice anyway. What I mean to say is that I was very clearly straight in all respects, but force to commit acts no straight guy would, and over time I learned to like it.

It all started three years ago, when I was hanging out with some high school guys. They didn't exactly invite me to hang out with them but didn't stop me. I liked being with the older guys because it made me feel more grown-up, and I learned a lot too. On this day we were in the garage of Lee's house and I thought there was a circle-jerk going on. I have only been jacking-off for a little more than a year, and never missed an opportunity to cum. I saw some porn magazines on a nearby workbench and saw that they were of men having sex together.

"That's faggot stuff," I said, and suddenly the garage went quiet. As I looked around I saw that it wasn't a circle-jerk at all, but a couple of guys sucking off other guys. I decided that it was time for me to go.

Lee asked, "Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"Hell no!" I said, "I'm no damn faggot!"

Just then Mike grabbed my arm and said, "I think it's time for you to give your first blowjob."

"Like hell it is!" I said, and pulled away, wanted to put as much distance as possible between us.

Lee and Glen eached grabbed my arms and wrestled me to the floor, and held me there. Jason started to unbutton my shirt, and then removed my pants. He began rubbing my cock, and I couldn't help but get hard.

"It looks like you're warming up to this," said Lee, trying to remove my shirt as I struggled.

"You can struggle, and we'll rip your shirt off you," continued Lee, "And you'll have some explaining to do when you get home – or you can cooperate and you're clothes will be fine."

I stopped my struggling and let them take my shirt. I was now wearing only my shorts, and fully hard.

Lee sat on my chest with his knees on either side of my head and placed his cock head on my lips. I turned my head away. "Joe, you're going to open your mouth and take my cock," Lee said, "And if you bite me, you won't leave here as a boy."

I knew that I was stuck – Lee had me and could easily outlast me. Plus I was in a very vulnerable position and they could do all sorts of things to me, so I went along with him – for now. Still, I would resist as long as I could.

Mike came over and pinched my nose shut, cutting off my air. I struggle to breath but finally had to give in.

I opened my mouth for air and he put his semi-hard cock in. "Now suck and move your tongue around," Lee commanded.

I did as directed and felt him hardening in my mouth. It really wasn't unpleasant – it was the humiliation of doing it that was the really bad part. Someone pulled off my shorts and began to fondle me. Soon I was as hard as Lee and I felt someone's mouth sucking me.

"Don't let him cum yet," I heard someone say, and the guy sucking me withdrew. Two guys grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up. Next I felt something pressing into my ass. It was a lubed finger that first violated me, but I wasn't sure what it was at the time. It pressed into me and I have to admit that it did feel kind of nice, but it was still a violation.

In a few minutes a second finger was inserted, then a third. They worked in and out and then I felt the fingers spread, opening me up fully. The fingers withdrew and Jason slid his cock into my stretched ass.

There was nothing I could do but endure the rape. I tried to cry out, but with my mouth full of Lee's cock I was unable. I tried to pull back but Lee held my head and forced his big cock to the back of my mouth, gagging me.

"Now quit fighting us!" Lee ordered, "Or I'll choke you with this cock."

What an utterly humiliating way to die, I thought, and surrendered myself, sucking Lee as ordered, while Jason had his way with my ass. It was then that I saw Billy and Marty, two of my friends walk in. These were the last guys I wanted to see me like this!

Lee told waved them over to get a closer look. They were both smirking and I knew I would never hear the end of it. I hate to admit it, but Jason felt pretty good pumping inside me. Without anyone touching my cock I was fully hard, and in no position to think rationally.

"Here it comes," said Lee, and shot his hot load into my mouth.

It was really strong tasting, but not as bad as I thought it would be. I expected to have to puke as soon as I tasted it, but it wasn't as bad as I expected. "Now swallow," said Lee, and I did.

Just then I felt myself close to cumming as Jason was thrusting faster and faster. Mike called out to my friends to see how aroused I was, and to add to the humiliation I came while they watched. "See, he just came while sucking a cock and getting fucked in the ass," said Jason, "That proves he's a faggot."

Lee got off me and said, "I'm glad we could give you what you really wanted – you can thank us later."

I started to get up and thought to run away, but my clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"Which of your friends do you want to blow first?" asked Lee. Clearly, this wasn’t over with.

I pointed to Billy, and he unzipped and took out his cock. As he approached, Lee said, "Get on your hands and knees, like a good cocksucker." It hurt to hear those words, but I suppose he was right.

I got on my knees and sucked Billy's cock. As I did, Mike got behind me and slipped his cock into me. It went in pretty easy after Jason had used me. He was about the same size as Jason and held my hips while he fucked me and seemed to be trying to go as deep as possible. I couldn't control that, so I focused on sucking.

It only took a couple of minutes for Billy to cum, then Marty took his place. Both his cock and Billy's were much smaller than Lee's, and relatively easy to suck. Marty only took a few minutes to cum and I was glad he was done quickly. I still was coupled to Mike who was fucking me furiously. He finally pumped his load into me, I swallowed and got up.

I looked around for my clothes as Lee approached, once again hard. He had a really big cock, maybe seven inches and thick. I was ready to blow him again but he had other ideas. He leaned me over a saw horse and told me to spread my legs. "I should do this without lube, but I want you to enjoy this cock," Lee said, and put more lube on my hole and on his cock.

He pressed his cock to my hole and I could feel myself stretching to new limits. His cock head slipped in and Lee said, "Now get used to the feeling, and when you're ready, push back."

He really knew how to add to my humiliation. If I pushed back it would mean I want it, but if I didn't, who knows how long I'd be standing there with his cock up my ass. In a few minutes I pushed back and Lee plunged in deep. I knew it was deep because he hit bottom and I felt it. As he pulled back and came back in again it felt kind of nice, until he hit bottom again. I cried out and said it hurt, but Lee wasn't about to stop. He made a point of going in balls-deep every time and I felt it vividly!

Lee collapsed on me as his cock drained and shrunk. Lee pulled out and Jason told me to remain there. I was afraid I was going to get another fucking, but instead he inserted a tampon in my ass – a further humiliation.

"That way you won't leak cum into your pants," said Jason, "And have to tell your Mom why." Everyone laughed, but I didn't find it funny.

Jason handed my clothes to me and I began to dress. Once I was dressed Lee said, "I hope you will think differently about faggots, now that you are one." I realized that there was no denying what happened, but I resolved to never do it again – and to not say anything more about faggots around this group!

"You forced me to do it," I said, "But never again."

"We didn't force you to cum," Lee said, "Cumming proves that you liked it."

"Bullshit!" I said.

"Well, you will like it for sure with a little more practice," said Lee.

"No fuckin' way!" I said.

Lee waved Jason over and showed me a digital camera display, showing Lee's cock in my mouth.

"We have dozens of pictures and some video," said Lee, "And if you don't do as we say, everyone will see them – just think what your Mom will say."

"Please, don't show anyone," I begged.

"We don't want to ruin you," said Lee, "Just to use your mouth and ass."

"All you have to do is come blow us whenever we want you to – and maybe get fucked," added Jason, "But you liked that anyway."

"I guess I don't have any choice," I said.

"Of course you have a choice," replied Lee, "And we want you to blow us of your own free will."

They sent me on my way, along with Billy and Marty. They told me they really liked me sucking them and asked if I'd do it more. I told them to go to hell.

I got home and tried to put this all behind me, but I kept thinking of Lee's cock and found myself aroused once again. I didn't want to be – I wished I could control my arousal, but something about the memory of sucking Lee was taking it's toll on my resistance. I wanted to be straight, but I found myself aroused by cocksucking.

At bedtime I decided that I had to focus on girls, and got out a girlie magazine and paged through the naked pictures. I quickly hardened and began to stroke. This was going to give me my "straightness" back, and I felt myself being caught up in the pleasure. Just then, with my climax approaching I thought of Lee in my mouth, giving me his cream. Just then I came and felt incredibly guilty about it!

The next morning I got up and showered. As I washed, I felt the tampon string hanging out of my ass. In disgust I pulled it out and flushed it down the toilet. I vowed that it would the last I would be a faggot. I decided to just not think about it, and soon it would be only a distant memory.

At school I saw Marty and Billy, who greeted me and said we needed to discuss something. We found a private spot to talk and Marty said they both wanted me to blow them, and I told them I wouldn't.

"I did that once because I was forced to," I said, "There is no way I'm going to do it again."

Billy showed me his phone, with a picture of me sucking Lee. "Jason sent this to us, Marty said, "So you would be more agreeable.

"Please guys," I pleaded, "We've been best friends forever – please don't make me do this."

"Joe," replied Billy, "This will make our friendship even better – wouldn't you like that?"

I could see there was no way to win this, and that day after school I blew both of them again. I repeated this every day after school, and on Saturdays went to Lee's to service him and his friends. Every night I tried to jack-off thinking about girls, but at the end it always came back to cock, and each time the cock was even more arousing.

I'm in Boy Scouts with Billy and Marty, and on a campout I was blowing Marty where I thought we wouldn't be seen, but one of the other guys in the troop caught us and told the others. That night I had to blow all of them before we went to bed. We had to be careful so the Scoutmaster wouldn't catch us, for fear he would tell my parents. I couldn't help wondering if I would have ended up sucking him. I went to sleep that night wondering what it would be like to suck an adult cock.

So now I've accepted being a faggot, and that I like it. There is no point in denying it – all the time I tried to I was only fooling myself.

Lee and my friends were pretty good about not letting the pictures get out, but over time they brought more guys for me to suck. I couldn't refuse, but the truth of the matter is that I enjoyed sucking new guys and know that I'd suck any cock offered to me.

Perhaps I was meant to be a cocksucker all along – it wasn't my choice, but I'm glad it happened.

Special thanks to my online friend, Want2rubyou@protonmail.com for inspiring this story and providing much of the content.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)