First Taste of Cum Part 190    
          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.


Hiking With Henry

    I'm Mike, and I just finished my Freshman year in high school. I'm on summer break now and my favorite activity is hiking with Henry, my best friend. We have been friends since we were little kids and have done everything together. There are a number of public parks near us with hiking trails, and we've done day hikes on all the nearby ones.

There is a major new trail complex, called the North Country Trail, which starts in New York, and crosses west and north, ending up in North Dakota. When finished it will be longer than the Appalachian trail, and we have been training to take a couple of week long hikes on some of the more developed sections.

If you aren't into hiking, is may seem pretty boring – just walking your ass off all day long, but we like it, and Henry recently made it a whole lot more interesting.

During one of our recent hikes he said, "Boy, I'd sure like a blowjob!"

"I wouldn't mind getting one either," I said.

"Actually Mike," Henry said, "I was hoping you would do it."

"No fuckin' way!" I said, "I'm straight!"

"So am I," replied Hank, "But this would be just between us – nobody else would ever know – we're best buds – can't we share something like that?"

"I don't think I'd like it," I said, hoping to change the subject before this got too far.

"How do you know if you haven't tried?" asked Henry, "Don't you know that it's good to try new things?"

"No, dammit," I said, "And I don't want to talk about this any more."

Henry quickly backed off and we were both pretty silent the rest of that day's hike. It seemed like we had crossed a forbidden line, and both of us knew it.

That night I thought about sucking Henry. I wasn't at all attracted to boys, and really did like girls, but something about sucking Henry's cock seemed oddly attractive. I lay in bed thinking about it and realized that I was hard and had my hand on my cock. I began to stroke but images of sucking Henry kept creeping into my mind, and I knew I didn't want to cum thinking about that. Fortunately I drifted off to sleep before I got very far.

The next day Henry and I took another day hike. I didn't like the way the last half of yesterday's hike was so quiet, so I tried to lighten up the tension between us. "I'm sorry I got so nasty about things yesterday," I said.

"No problem," replied Henry, "I should never have expected that of you – let's just forget about it."

"I don't think I can," I said.

"You're not gonna hold a grudge now, are you?" he asked.

"That's not what I mean," I said, "I was thinking about our conversation last night, and at some point I might be willing to try it – just not quite yet."

"Really?" asked Henry, "That would be fantastic – tell you what – I won't push – you just tell me when you're ready.

Now that it was out in the open I began to feel like I wanted to do it soon – not today, but I wanted to start working up to it.

After about an hour Henry and I stopped to take a leak. We stood so we could see each other's cocks, and after we were done I asked if I could touch it, and Henry gladly agreed.

I walked to him and took his cock in my hand and gave it a squeeze. It was soft, and a lot like mine, but somehow felt different in my hand. As I squeezed him, he began to harden and I started to stroke him. Soon he was fully hard and I stroked him faster. He urged me on and soon he shot his load on the nearby bushes.

"Thanks, Mike," he said, "That was great! How did you like doing it?"

"It was kind of neat," I agreed, and said I wouldn't mind doing it again.

I knew right then that I wanted to suck him but was really timid about it – I wanted it, but I didn't want to be a cocksucker, even if we were the only ones to know.

That night I began to think about sucking Henry when I jacked-off, and soon I knew that soon I'd be sucking him. I was chicken to try but wanted it badly.

I woke up the next morning wanting to suck Henry, and with a full hard-on as well. I jacked-off thinking about sucking him, and knew I had to do it soon. I came, and then showered and had breakfast. It was another nice summer day – a great one for my first blowjob!

I met up with Henry mid-morning and we went into the woods. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around Henry's cock but felt chicken to get started. We walked a while and then Henry had to take a leak. Before he zipped up I said, "Hold on – not yet."

I took hold of his cock and squeezed it, immediately causing it to harden. I dropped to my knees and began to suck.

"Oh Mike, that's great!" he said, and I did my very best for him. In a little while Henry came and I had my first taste. It was strong, but pretty nice, and I knew I wanted more.

"Thanks Mike," he said, "How was it for you?"

"I like it," I said, a little unsure if I should admit it.

"Think I can get you to do it again?" he asked.

"For you, sure," I said, feeling better about agreeing to it as a special favor to him.

We walked on, and in only half an hour Henry stopped to take another leak. He didn't go very much, and I think it was just an excuse to take his cock out again, but it caught my interest. I took it in my hand again and squeezed it. He slowly responded, though he didn't get fully hard. I suppose it was because he just came half an hour earlier. He was smiling broadly from my attention and I smiled back at him. After holding his cock for about a minute I just couldn't resist and dropped to my knees once again.

I sucked him and now his cock reached full hardness once again. This time it took longer for him to cum, but I continued to work his cock until he did. His load was smaller this time, but I loved it just as much as the first time. I knew then that I wanted to be swallowing cum regularly.

I got up and we continued to walk. I realized that I was much too eager in wanting Henry's cock, and didn't want him to think badly of me, so I decided to be less eager.

After a while Henry broke the silence with, "Mike, I can see that you like my cock, and want you to know that you can have it any time you want – just say so, okay?"

I felt ashamed that Henry had figured me out, and I had acted like some kind of slut, so I just replied, "I'm glad to help you out, but would rather have you tell me when you need my help."

"I'll be sure to do so," replied Henry.

In another half hour Henry stopped and took his cock out. He turned to me and said, "I don't really have to pee, but I wanted to offer this to you if you want." Henry had me figured out alright. I wanted to suck him, but just played it cool, but reached out and fondled Henry. He enjoyed it, as did I, but after a few minutes said, "You can suck it if you like – that's why I took it out."

I wanted it so badly that I just couldn't resist and dropped to my knees. I sucked him, but he didn't get hard this time. I must have sucked for fifteen minutes and said I was getting tired, so I stopped. "Sorry I didn't cum," he said, "But I sure enjoyed your sucking, and you seemed to like it too."

I got up but said nothing, feeling embarrassed at my eagerness. I felt ashamed to say anything else at all, but after an hour Henry said, "I think I know why you are so eager to suck me."

"Why is that?" I asked, "Hoping that he wouldn't say anything too humiliating. I knew in my heart that I just couldn't resist his cock, and would suck it every chance I got, but I didn't want Henry to know I was that easy.

"I've cum twice," said Henry, "But you haven't cum at all – so you're still horny. I've been only thinking of myself, and you need to cum too."

He was offering me a way out, and I took it. "You might have something there," I said, "I am pretty horny, and when I am I'm not thinking clearly."

"Let's take a rest now and you can jack off," Henry said, "I'll help if you like."

I wasn't sure what kind of "help" he had in mind, but I could sure stand to jack-off. We sat on a log and I dropped my pants and shorts to my ankles and began to stroke. Henry reached over and took my cock from my hands and continued stroking. Soon I was fully hard and Henry said, "I know what will really help."

He let go of my cock, stood up and took out his cock. He brought his cock within inches of my mouth and said, "Here, this will help you cum."

I felt powerless to resist and soon he was in my mouth as I stroked. I wanted to make him cum again and worked his cock as well as I could, but I couldn't even get him fully hard. I continued to stroke as I sucked and soon I was ready to cum, so I shot my load on the ground as I sucked Henry.

"Thanks," I said, "Sorry I couldn't make you cum."

"No problem," Henry said, I've already cum twice, but if you like you can try again later.

I knew I wanted to but said nothing.

We continued our hike, returning in late afternoon. I really wanted to suck Henry again and was hoping he would bring it up, but I sure wasn't about to. We were almost out of the woods and I knew that time was running out, so finally I blurted out, "Do you want me to try again?"

Henry turned to me and smiled, unzipping. He took his cock out and I held him in my hand. He was hardening nicely, and soon I was back on my knees again sucking him. He must have been fully recovered because he came in less than ten minutes. I swallowed and stood up, as Henry put himself away and zipped up.

As we left the woods Henry said, "Mike, I really like the way things have worked out, and what a special friend you are – I hope you will want to suck me over and over, and I'll be glad to give you my cock any time you need to cum – for that matter, any time you want it.

"I like the way it turned out, too," I said, "But feel a little funny about my sucking you so much."

"What's wrong with that?" Henry asked, "I know we both like it, and it's just between us." I realized that he was probably right, but still felt strange about it.

For the rest of the summer I sucked Henry nearly every day. Most days I would jack off while I sucked him, so we would both end up cumming.

I realized that I probably liked sucking Henry even more than he liked it and gradually came to terms with being a cumslut. I didn't really accept that I was a cumslut until I realized that I needed more cum than Henry was giving me.

The problem was that I didn't really know how to find another cock to suck. Henry made it easy by essentially asking me, but I wasn't likely to find that situation again. I wasn't about to approach any of the guys at school because I didn't want my secret getting out, so I came up with a plan.

On days that I wasn't with Henry I went to the local shopping mall. I located the public men's room, which was out away from things – all the good locations were taken for retail space. I went into the men's room and stood at a urinal with my cock out. There were three urinals and I took the middle one so anyone who needed to piss would have to stand next to me.

I was nervous as hell when the first guy came in. As he pissed I looked at his cock, hoping I'd have a chance. I suppose I was a bit obvious, because the guy noticed my interest and asked, "want some?" and I nodded.

He finished his piss and turned toward me. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He took hold of my head and began to face-fuck me, which was new to me. I kind of liked it because I could just enjoy his cock while he did all the work.

I really enjoyed his cock and completely overlooked the fact that I was sucking him so openly until the door opened and another guy came in. I thought I was busted, but he just stood there and said, "Holy shit! Don't go anywhere, 'cause I'm next!"

He took a piss and then stood next to me with his cock out. The guy who was face fucking me finished and I swallowed. He left while I began sucking the next guy. I realized that this was a close call and I could get in trouble if caught. Though I hoped nobody else would come in, part of me wanted some to so I could suck more. I finished sucking the second guy and swallowed his load. He thanked me and I gave him my cell number so he could contact me for more.

I wasn't always so successful. There are some real homophobes out there. When one guy noticed me staring he said, "You some kind of faggot?" I said I was and he grabbed me by the neck and said if he ever caught me looking at his cock again he'd kill me. I thought he was going to strangle me, but then he let go and marched off.

After that I was a little more careful. When someone asked if I was a faggot, I'd just say "Oh, sorry," zip up and leave.

The men's room wasn't very busy, and most days I'd suck a couple of cocks, but usually got a few guys who made nasty remarks to me.

I still suck Henry as often as I can, and as far as he knows, he's the only one I suck. I go to the mall about once a week, mainly to find new guys to suck. I made up "cocksucker cards", or my version of business cards to give out to the guys I blow. Some never contact me, but some do, and have become regulars, so now I'm sucking 23 guys – some only once a month and some a couple of times a week.

Yes, I have finally come to grips with being a real cum-slut!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)