First Taste of Cum Part 178    
          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.


Nancy Boy

    My name is Bryan and when have a cool Mom from England. My Dad is American, and though they speak a common language, much is different. The British use a lot of different words and spell many of them differently. A bathroom is a "loo", a flashlight is a "torch" and cookies are "biscuits".

Beyond talking a bit funny, my Mom is really cool. Europeans don't tend to be as prudish about sex as many Americans are. I learned a few sexual words as I hit puberty and started jacking-off.

One day I was jacking-off in my room and Mom happened to walk by and saw me. "If you close your door when you toss-off you can have some privacy," she said.

"Toss-off?" I said, "Is that what you call it? Thanks Mom, for being cool about it – I thought you were going to yell at me."

"I'd never yell at you for doing something perfectly natural," she said, "I had brothers, so I know all about it – I even helped them at times."

"Wow! Mom!" I said, "You can help me any time."

Mom laughed and said, "Sorry, that's not the sort of thing that Mum's do – but it does bring back fond memories."

From that point on I made a point of closing my door when I jacked-off, though I did think how nice it might be for Mom to watch.

One day she bought me a girlie magazine and said, "There are some nice pictures here that you may find inspiring, but no fanny pics in this one."

"I thanked Mom and paged through it, immediately getting aroused. I notices some really hot rear shots, and said, "I thought you said there were no fanny shots here," showing her the page.

"That's not a fanny!" she said, "Oh that's right – you call them a pussy over here. We call what's on that page an arse." More funny words, but I liked getting an international version of sex education."

"Mom," I said, "If you ever do want to watch me toss-off, it would be okay."

"No, it wouldn't be,” she said, "It's just not the thing a Mum should do."

"Well, it's okay with me," I said.

She kissed me on top of the head and told me I was a good boy. "Now take your magazine and go off to your room."

That's a lot of background, but I wanted you to know how cool Mom was – and still is.

There was a wooded area near my house and I used to like to get naked there and jack off. I always had the place to myself and it worked out well, until one day I had just started to stroke when I heard, "What have we here – a sissy faggot!"

It was a couple of high school boys, and they definitely had me at a disadvantage. I grabbed my clothes and started to run away, but they soon overtook me and wrestled me to the ground.

"You might as well give up," Ken, said, "Now if you want your clothes back, you'll do as we tell you."

"Okay," I said, "What do you want me to do?"

They both unzipped and took out their cocks. They were still soft, but much bigger than mine. "You know what to do," Joe directed.

"No fuckin' way!" I said defiantly.

"Your choice," they said, "Have fun getting home like that." They picked up my clothes and started to walk away.

"No, wait," I pleaded.

Then returned and Ken said, "On your knees."

I dropped to my knees, trying to figure out how to avoid sucking them, but they were determined.

Joe held my arms and Ken took my head and put his cock to my lips, but I refused to open my mouth. Ken pinched my nose, so I had to open my mouth to breath, which was when he pushed his cock in. "You better not bite me," he warned, "Or I'll cut your balls off!"

I just closed my eyes as he held my head and fucked my face. It was so humiliating and I just wanted it over. Physically it wasn't really bad – I was just so ashamed of what was happening, and when he came in my mouth he pulled my head close to him and ordered me to swallow. It was really bad tasting and I thought I was going to puke. I swallowed and in a minute he let me go, tears streaming down my face.

"I see you enjoyed it more than you'll admit," said Ken, "But your little cock proves it."

I looked down and found that I was aroused – that was even more humiliating.

"Now it's Joe's turn," said Ken, "Will you do it willingly or do we have to force you?

"I'll do it," I said. Ken stepped back, and Joe released my arms and took Ken's place.

"You'll have to do the work," Joe said, "But I'll tell you what to do."

Joe told me about moving my tongue around his cock and keeping my teeth off it. As I sucked Joe I realized that I kind of liked it, and that his cock felt nice in my mouth. Joe told me to stroke my cock and when I did, I found my desire grow further. I would never have volunteered for this, but now that I was doing it, I realized that it was something that I really liked but would only do just this once.

Joe was telling me that I was a natural at this and a good cocksucker. That was insulting, but something about it seemed right. When he came in my mouth it was strong, but it actually tasted kind of good. That was enough to send me over the edge, and as I swallowed Joe's load I shot my load on the ground.

"That was great!" Ken said, "I got it all!"

My heart sank as I saw the Ken had captured my entire performance on his cell phone.

"You're probably worried that I'll show this to everyone, aren't you," he said.

"Please don't," I said, "What do you want from me?" I thought they were going to extort money from me to keep this all quiet.

"Nothing much," Ken said, "Just blowjobs for us whenever we want it – and for a few friends."

I was in no position to argue, so I agreed. After that I met them in the woods and blew them, as well as in their garages, and cars. I really warmed up to sucking and soon I was really glad to do it.

As autumn arrived the weather turned bad and they said they would come to my house for blowjobs. I told them I couldn't do it there, but they insisted.

When Ken arrived uninvited I introduced him to my Mom and told him that Ken was my friend. We went up to my room and closed the door, and I sucked him off. He was really aroused by the kinky situation, and I was as well, jacking off while I sucked him. It only lasted five minutes and Ken left on his own.

"That was a quick visit," Mom said.

"He got a call from home and had to leave right away," I replied, glad I could come up with a cover story so easily.

In about an hour Joe stopped by and Mom sent him up to my room. He closed the door and I sucked him off. After he came quickly and left as well. My Mom asked if he got a call from home as well, and I blushed red.

"I shouldn't pry into what you boys are doing together," she said, "As long as you aren't doing drugs."

"No Mom," I assured her, "We aren't doing drugs."

"Well then," she said, "Enjoy yourselves."

A little later Mark stopped by and asked for me. Mom sent him up to my room and he offered me his cock. I thought my Mom might have an idea what was going on, but she seemed cool about it. As I stoked and sucked I noticed that the door wasn't closed all the way. I knew it had a tendency to open on its own and hoped we would be done by the time it did. I sucked eagerly and as Mark emptied his load I could see the door was now half-way open and it looked like Mom was peeking in. Something about that was a huge turn-on for me and I came immediately. Mark zipped up and left, and I went out into the hallway, but there was no sign of Mom.

I went downstairs and saw Mom was watching TV. She smiled and asked, "Have a nice visit?"

I told her I did, and we needed to talk. There was no point in pretending it didn't happen, so I told her directly that I saw her peeking into my room.

"Well, it seems that we've caught each other!" she said, "I didn't really mean to spy on you, but when I walked by and saw your door open and heard the moaning I couldn't help but take a peek."

"I didn't realize that you were a Nancy Boy," she said.

"What's a Nancy Boy?" I asked.

"It's a boy who likes other boys," she said.

"Here it's called a faggot," I said, "But I think I like Nancy Boy better."

"I knew about that sort of thing," Mom said, "But never actually saw it before today."

"What do you think of it," I asked, "Now that you've seen it?"

"I found it very inspiring," she said, and I remembered that is what she said my girlie pictures would be for me, so I knew she was aroused watching me suck.

We talked at length and I explained how I got started, and that I was forced into it, but have since grown to like it. She said that it was nice that I like it, but it mean for the boys to forced me into it.

I told her that it was all behind me – for now it was just something we enjoyed doing, and I would welcome her watching if she wanted, but didn't know how that could be arranged.

The next day when Ken came over Mom called me down and took us both to the living room. "I know you have forced Bryan to suck you, and I won't have you going off to his room to have your way with him."

I looked at Mom in horror, worried that she would ruin everything, and the guys would show the pictures to everyone. Instead she continued, "So if you're going to do it, you do it right here."

She sat down on the couch and put a quilt over her lap. Ken looked undecided, but I just dropped to my knees and looked up at him and said, "Well?"

Ken unzipped and gave me his cock. I had to work extra hard to get him aroused, but soon he stopped thinking of my Mom watching and started to moan and call me a good cocksucker. He pumped his hot seed into my mouth which by now was tasting really good.

Ken pulled out and I swallowed. He quickly zipped up and left, thanking both my Mom and I.

My Mom and I looked at each other and I said, "Was he freaked out or what?"

"He certainly deserved it, after what he did to you," she said.

"Mom, did you find it inspiring?" I asked.

She smiled and said she had cum three times, fingering herself off under the quilt.

I felt flattered that and told her I enjoyed performing for her.

"Will there be others tonight?" she asked.

"Probably," I said, "We don't exactly have a schedule for this."

Within the next hour Marty and Lester came by for blowjobs and Mom and I did the same routine. It was fun to see the look on their faces when they realized that Mom was onto them.

After they left Mom said, "You've given me so much inspiration today and you are the only one who hasn't cum, so take your clothes off."

I undressed as Mom stepped out and returned with a bottle of hand lotion and a small towel.

She sat on the couch and told me to come over to her. I did, and she took hold of my cock and fondled me to erection. Mom paused and put some lotion on her hands and rubbed them together.

"This will just warm it up a bit – I think you'll like this – my brothers sure did!" she said.

She took my cock in her lotion-coated palm and rubbed it. It felt amazing and I it was difficult for me to remain standing, my knees grew weak. She continued to massage my cock with the lotion and I came in her hand, my load mixing with the lotion. After that I felt really spent and had to rest on the couch.

Mom wiped her hands and my cock with the towel and said, "Not a word to your father about any of this!" I continued to blow the guys as long as I lived there and made sure to perform for Mom a couple of times a week, or as often as she needed to be inspired.

I like being a Nancy Boy, especially for Mom!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)