First Taste of Cum Part 176    
          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.


Try Anything Once

    I'm Mark, a sixteen-year-old high school guy with a problem – I sucked my best friend, kind of on a dare, and I liked it. I don't think I'm gay, but I really want to suck him again – and again.

It all got started a couple of weeks ago when George, my best friend and I were drinking beer at his house while his parents were out for the evening. I've usually been fairly athletic and adventurous – trying new stuff for the fun of it. My athletic ability got me through a lot of things that might have injured others. I would proudly brag, "I'll try anything once – twice if I like it."

After George and I had a few beers we were really feeling it – both of us were new to drinking. George said, "I could sure use a blowjob."

I didn't say anything, but after awhile George got very direct and said, "Hey Mark, how about it, why don't you try blowing me?"

"No thanks," I said, I was curious about it, but I didn't dare admit it. I thought about how I could suck him without seeming too eager.

"Hey Mark, aren't you the 'I'll try anything once' guy?" he asked.

"That doesn't apply to this," I insisted, but was getting really interested – I had to find a way.

Finally I decided to fake being drunk, and said, "This beer has gotten to me – I'm kind of drowsy." I lay on the couch and closed my eyes. In a few minutes George was standing next to the couch, cock out. I felt him press it to my lips.

"Open up, Mark," he said, "You know you want it."

I opened my mouth and he slipped in. I was amazed at how good it felt, and I knew I wanted to be doing this, but pretended to be only half conscious. I just held him in my mouth at first, and he said, "Move your tongue around."

As I did, George got bigger and firmer – it seemed to fit so well that it seemed like it belonged in my mouth. I continued to suck him, nice and slowly and enjoyed this wonderful moment. In a while I felt the cock enlarge a bit and then deliver it's hot load to me. It was strong tasting, but not bad. I had heard that girls think cum tastes horrible, but I sure liked it.

George remained in my mouth until he finished draining and pulled out. I held his load as long as I could, enjoying the taste of my best friend. I drifted off to sleep there on his couch.

When I awoke I was alone. I heard the TV on in a nearby room and went out to find George there watching. "Sorry I fell asleep on your couch," I said.

"No problem," he replied, "You doing alright?"

"Sure," I said, pretending not to know what had happened.

I went home, trying to figure out how to do it again. I had never thought about such a thing before, but now that I've tried it, I just had to have more!

The next day at school George said, "Mark, I'm sorry about last night."

I figured he was talking about the blowjob but I just played dumb. "Sorry for what?" I asked, "I fell asleep on you."

"Do you remember what happened?" he asked.

"Was there something memorable that happened?" I responded, and appeared to be thinking about it, and continued, "Wait – I had a weird dream – maybe it wasn't a dream – did you?"

"Mark, I was drunk too," he explained, "And really horny and had a moment of weakness – would you please forgive me?"

"Wow!" I said, "I really did that!? Did I like it?"

"I don't know," said George, "But you kind of seemed to."

"I should be really pissed at you," I said, "But we've been best friends forever."

"I’m really sorry – thanks for understanding, Mike," he said, "You're the best!"

Now it was out in the open, but I was still no closer to sucking him again, and that problem occupied my mind almost continuously. I couldn't be with George without thinking about sucking him. Finally, I had an idea.

"You know that night you said I sucked you off?" I asked George.

"Mark, I said I was sorry," he replied.

"It's okay," I said, "I wanted to know what it was like."

"It was great at the time," George said, "But now I feel guilty as hell for doing it to you."

"But you say I seemed to like it?" I asked.

"I couldn't really tell," George said, "But you didn't resist, so I thought it was okay."

"Maybe we should do it again," I said.

George looked stunned, and in a little while said, "You WANT to suck me again?"

I knew I had to play this right, so I said, "George, be honest with me – did I really suck you?"

"Honest," he replied, "And I said I was sorry, for Christ sake!"

"What I mean is if I really did do it," I said, "I want to know what it's like."

"You mean like that saying, 'Inquiring minds want to know'?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied.

"Mark, you're my best friend," George said, "You can suck me as much as you want."

I knew he was kidding, but I hope to make it come true, so I just played along, saying, "Well, let’s see if I like it first – then maybe a second time."

"Let's do it after school today," I said, and George agreed.

The rest of the day I couldn't get George's cock out of my mind. I remember how much I liked sucking him, but I wanted so much more – to handle him – to see him as he approached my mouth. I was so close, yet not quite there yet!

After school I hurried to George's house and we went to the living room, where he dropped his pants and shorts, and sat on the couch, legs spread. He began to stroke his soft cock and it responded. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "It's not fair that you enjoyed a blowjob from me and I didn't get to share it."

"Okay," said George, "I'm ready when you are."

I hesitated, not want to seem too eager. "This is a big deal," I said, "I'm not sure what to do."

That was partly a lie – I sure knew exactly what to do, but it was a bigger deal to me than George may have thought."

"Well, why don't you kneel on the floor here and handle my cock until you're ready to do more," suggested George.

I knelt between George's knees and took his cock in my hand. It was wonderful to finally be handling him and seeing his cock grow as I did. I studied its shape, wanting to get to know every part of it. It was similar to mine but had some differences. George moaned as he reached full erection, and I could see a droplet of pre-cum form on the tip.

I brought my mouth to his cock and licked the bottom of the head, which I knew was especially sensitive. I brought my tongue around the ridge of the head and then licked off the drop of pre-cum. It had a slight salty taste which I liked. It wasn't as strong tasting as cum, which I hoped to receive soon.

"Come on, Mark," he said, "You're driving me crazy!"

I opened my mouth and took him in once again and enjoyed how wonderfully natural the feeling was. I knew that George truly belonged in my mouth and hoped he would be there often. While I was new at this, I still tried to seem awkward about it, so George wouldn't suspect.

"Move your tongue around," he said, and I licked the head all over while sucking him. I bobbed my head up and down and occassionally would take him in a little deep and gag on him.

When I did, he said, "It's alright, just take it at your own pace."

I wanted this to last a long time, but was also eager for his cum, and after a few minutes I felt his cock enlarge a bit and then pulse as he gave me squirt after squirt of his hot load. I didn't swallow, but let it fill my mouth and continued to hold him until he stopped pumping, than he pulled out.

"Damn that was good!" George said, "I hope you liked it too." I nodded, my mouth full of his load.

"You wannna spit that out?" he asked.

I swallowed and said, "No – I was just experiencing the taste."

"What was it like?" he asked, "I heard it tastes awful – according to the girls."

"It has kind of a strong taste," I said, "But not bad – I kind of like it."

"Well, how did you like the blowjob overall?" George asked.

"Just between you and I," I said, "I really liked that, and wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Damn!" said George, "What a guilt trip to lay on me – I turned my best friend into a faggot."

"I don't know that I'm a really a faggot," I protested, "I'm not attracted to guys and do like girls, but also like sucking your cock. There doesn't have to be a name for it – it's just between you and I, and I hope that nobody else will ever know."

"They sure won't know from me," George promised.

For the next few days I blew George every day after school in much the same manner. But the last time he said, "I really love the blowjobs, but I just can't return the favor."

"No need to," I said, "It was never expected anyway."

"But I'm getting much more than you are," he said.

"I'm not complaining," I said, "It feels wonderful to do such a nice thing for my best friend."

"But what about your cumming?" he asked.

"I can take care of that later," I answered.

"How about if you jack-off while your blowing me?" George asked, "That way you can cum too."

"Would you like me to do that?" I asked.

"Well, it seems fairer," George said, "And I won't feel it's so one-sided."

This was working out really well – I'd been thinking about this, and now he actually asked me to do it, so naturally I agreed (being such a good friend).

So from that time on I jacked-off while blowing George. Most of the time I would stroke slowly so George would cum first – then I would hold his cock and load in my mouth while I jacked-off. I would shoot my load into my hand and then eat it.

The first time I ate it I just told George that I wondered how the taste compared with his load, so I had to try it. I told him it was similar, and I liked the taste, so there was no point in wasting it. Now every time I blow George I get two loads.

Now, seven years later I still blow George regularly – not every day, but a few times a week. We are both married now, but both discovered that the fastest way to get a woman to stop having sex was to put a ring on her finger. Neither of us get as much as we want at home, so we make it up with our special friendship.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)