First Taste of Cum Part 192    
          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.


Dad's Secret

    My name is Randy and this happened when I was 12 in the early 70's. My Dad owned a hardware store. His store was close to the school I went to. After school I would go there, hang around for a while, and then get a ride home with my dad. Dad put a big priority on manliness and encouraged me to get into sports and other macho activities. I remember once when I told him I wanted to sign up for drama club – he said no son of his was gonna be such a sissy. Dad’s approval was really important to me, so I was really careful about choosing the right activities after that.

Dad always attended my soccer games and I was glad to show off for him. I'd practiced my best and the coach would play me a lot. I started to notice a guy coming to the games who would sit next to Dad. After the game I asked Dad about him and he just said, "He's nobody – just a guy I went to high school with." Dad's high school was the next town over, but he never talked about it, except to say that he was glad to move away.

The guy also showed up at some of my practice meets, and he was still there when we finished so I went over to find out more. Dad seemed really nervous at the time and just said, "Randy, this is Mr. Smith – we went to high school together."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Smith," I said, extending my hand. He took my hand and gave me a firm handshake and said, "Call me Bruce – your Dad and I were just talking about the good old high school days." My father was blushing red, so I knew there was a lot more to the story.

On the way home I asked Dad about Bruce and what happened in high school. "There really isn't anything much to tell," he said, "Bruce just remembers things a little differently. He was kind of a bully and used to push others around, that's all. After college I was glad to move away and leave the past behind." He told me that I was much too young to call Mr. Smith by his first name – it was disrespectful.

One day I saw Mr. Smith come into the hardware store and look around. I watched from a distance as this lean, muscular man about 50 walked around. He looked like he must have been into sports all his life.

I went over to see if I could help him find anything. Mr. Smith and I struck up a nice conversation that lasted about 20 minutes. He bought a few things and left. A couple of days later he came back in. This continued for a weeks. We soon became friends.

I found out he had several acres out in the country several miles from town, he was divorced, and lived alone. One day he asked if I wanted to earn some extra money. He said he was going to be putting in a small orchard and garden to grow some of his own food and couldn't do it all by himself. He would need my help for several weekends. I told him I'd be glad to help, but he insisted that I ask Dad first.

I was surprised at Dad's reaction – "No! That's not a good idea, I'll give you something to do."

Mr. Smith saw that things weren't going well and came over. "You don't mind if Randy helps me out for a while, do you?"

I was completely surprised that Dad was suddenly very conciliatory and just nodded in agreement. It was like he couldn't say “no” to Mr. Smith. I wondered why he had such a sudden change of heart but was afraid to ask him about it.

On Saturday morning Mr. Smith picked me up at the store. It was about a 30 minute drive to his property. While he was driving I noticed that he had a very large bulge in his pants. He caught me staring at it and just smiled. A few minutes later he put his hand on my thigh and left it there for a while. He told me to call him Bruce when we were together – he wanted up to really get to know each other.

As we rode he moved his hand up and down my thigh, lightly brushing my little cock. It felt really good and I wished he would do more but I was sure it had just been an accident. "It's okay if you put your hand on my leg," he said, "After all, we're gonna be good friends." I slid over and sat close to him and put my hand on his leg, just a few inches from the huge bulge. I wanted to touch it but was afraid I'd make him mad. Slowly I moved my hand up until I was just touching it, wanting it to seem like an accident.

"I can tell from the way you play soccer that your quite a stud," he said, "So you don't have to be timid about what you want – go for it!" I moved my hand to right to his bulge and felt it. I knew it had to be his cock but it was so huge – no human could be that big!

"We're almost at my place and you can get a good look then," he said. When we got to his house he showed me around. He took me to his bathroom and just stood there. I finally decided he wasn't going to leave so I opened my pants and went pee. While I was peeing my little cock started to get hard. Bruce took out his cock and began to pee as well.

"You're huge!" I gasped, "And I'm so tiny."

"You'll grow," Bruce assured me, "You're just a kid but you're growing into manhood – just be patient."

Bruce stood there for a little while, allowing me to admire his cock. I had never seen another person's cock up close like this – and never one so big! I was tempted to reach out and touch it, but knew that wouldn't be polite, so I just watched for as long as Bruce would let me.

"Let's get going," said Bruce, putting himself away and zipping up.

We went to work. It was hard work and we both got quite dirty. When we ended for the day we went into the house through the mud room. His washer and dryer were there. He said we couldn't track all this dirt into the house. He told me to take off all my clothes and he would wash them. He said he had some robes in his bedroom we could wear.

He took off all of his clothes and threw them in the washer. I couldn't take my eyes off Bruce's huge cock, so long and thick. After hesitating I took off all of mine and threw them in there too. Standing there naked Bruce slowly added the soap to the washer and started it going. As he moved around his cock swung back and forth. I watched intently as he walked.

Without realizing it my little cock got rock hard. He put his arm around me and said let’s go get cleaned up. We went to his bedroom. He went into his bathroom and turned on the shower and grabbed my hand and led me to the shower.

I got in the shower and Bruce got in right behind me. I could feel his big cock pressing against my back. He picked up the soap and started soaping my back, arms, and legs. His hands found my ass and he fondled it while soaping me up. I could feel his cock getting hard and pressing against my back. Nobody had ever touched me like that before and it felt kind of nice to have him massaging my ass cheeks. Then he surprised me by slipping a soapy finger between my cheeks and pressing on my hole.

He smiled at my look of surprise and said, "Ready for more?"

"I guess," was my reply, and his finger slipped right into me, making me jump.

"Just relax and get used to it," Bruce instructed, "I know it's new to you, so you need to adjust to it."

"I like that," I finally said, and Bruce began working it in and out of me. I'm not sure what that was about, but it felt truly wonderful. Finally Bruce pulled out and said he had something I'd like when we were done.

He reached around and started soaping my chest. Soon his hands found my rock hard cock. He soaped it up, started stroking it, and squeezing my balls and slipping another finger up my ass. Within a few seconds I squirted cum all over the shower. "I'm sorry," I said, "I just couldn't help it."

"A real man never apologizes for cumming," Bruce told me, "And you are a REAL MAN, aren't you?"

Remembering how my father always stressed manliness, I said, "I sure am!"

He handed me the soap and told me I could soap him up if he wanted to. I said I wanted to soap him up.

I started by soaping his chest. His cock was so big that it pressed into my chest. Quickly I moved down and soaped his cock. It was hard now and sticking straight out. It must have been 8" long. I stroked it like he had stroked mine. I couldn't get my hand around it. I stroked it for quite a while, but my arm got tired. He finished stroking it and came shooting rope after rope of cum all over my body and face. He took his finger and wiped some of his cum up and ate it. He then wiped up some more and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted strong, but I was glad to taste a real man like Bruce. I gathered up some more and ate all I could.

My little cock had stayed hard the entire time. We got out of the shower. He dried me off paying close attention to my little cock. He went to get a robe for each of us. He didn't have one that would fit me so he gave me one of his shirts to wear. It was a button up shirt and it did nothing to hide my hardon. He put on his bathrobe but never tied it.

Bruce brought out a black tapered device he said was a butt plug. "Let me put in a new battery," he said. He opened up the bottom and slipped in a battery and closed it up. "If you liked my finger, you'll love this," he said. He had me get on my hands and knees on the bed and he put some lube on my ass and stuck finger in deeply, then he put in a second and as he worked them in and out, he spread them, opening me up. Then he slipped in a third finger and I wasn't sure I could take more.

He pulled out and put the tip of the butt plug to my hole and pressed in until he met resistance and stopped. "Push back when you can, while making movements like you're gonna take a dump – it will make it go in easier." I did as he instructed and was amazed to find it pop right in without any difficulty.

"How does that feel?" Bruce asked.

"Kind of good – really full," I said.

Bruce reached to the bottom of the butt plug and pushed a button, turning on the vibrator. "Wow!" I said, "That's really great!"

My little cock was fully erect now and Bruce told me to just enjoy the butt plug while he ordered dinner for us. Bruce ordered pizza for dinner. When the doorbell rang he told me to go answer the door and invite the delivery guy in while he went to get his wallet. I wouldn't normally have done that, but in my super-aroused state I was willing to do anything Bruce told me to. I went to the door, unaware that my little cock was sticking out from the bottom of the shirt, and the vibrator was buzzing like I was a bumble bee.

The delivery guy's name tag said his name was Bobby and he was maybe 17. He was kind of cute in a nerdy way. I invited Bobby in and said he went to get his wallet. When I went to close the door the shirt rode up a bit and I realized how exposed I was. I should have been embarrassed, and tried to hide it, but my arousal got he best of me. Bobby saw that and I tried to hide it unsuccessfully.

Bruce came out of the bedroom with his wallet in one hand and the other holding the robe closed. Bobby told him it was $15. As Bruce opened his wallet his robe came open. Bruce handed Bobby $30 and said to keep the change. He closed up his robe and apologized for that happening. We could plainly see that Bobby was getting a hardon in his pants. Bobby said he didn't mind at all.

"Do you have any more deliveries tonight?" Bruce asked.

"Just a couple," said Bobby, "But I get off work at 9:30."

Bruce let his robe fall open again as he said, "Why don't you come back here after work?"

"I definitely will," said Bobby, as he departed

We ate our pizza and my little cock was still hard. After dinner Bruce leaned over and sucked my cock. I was sure I was going to cum again but he stopped before I got that far.

"Your clothes are dry now," he said, "I could take you home later or you could spend the night".

I opted to spend the night. I said I should call my Dad and let him know, but Dad told me to come home. Bruce took the phone and talked to him. He hung up the phone and said Dad had agreed. Bruce was very persuasive with Dad!

"Your Dad said you should do whatever I ask you to," Bruce said. I needed no such instruction because I was prepared to do whatever he said! Bruce said it was okay if I remained naked, because REAL MEN didn't need to hide what they had.

We went into his bedroom and got under the covers naked. We snuggled and I played with his big cock. It was wonderful feeling his cock going from soft to hard. I stroked it and even sucked it a little.

After a couple of hours we were very horny when there was a knock at the door. We both walked out there naked with hard cocks. Bobby was at the door. We invited him in and both of us immediately started fondling his crotch. It only took us a few minutes before we had his clothes off and we all went back to the bedroom. It was a lot of fun comparing cocks, Bruce's big cock, Bobby's medium sized cock, and my little cock. Bruce and I started sucking Bobby's cock. We took turns until he came in my mouth. Bruce then kissed me and we shared Bobby's cum.

Bobby wanted Bruce to fuck him with his big cock. I lubed both of them up and watched while that big cock went slowly into his ass. His strokes got faster and faster. Bobby was moaning like a little girl. Seeing Bruce's huge cock fucking Bobby was exciting, and I wanted to be fucked as well, but knew I'd never be able to take such a large cock!

The buzzing butt plug was the biggest thing I had ever had up my ass. Finally I decided to ask Bobby.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked Bobby as Bruce's huge cock pumped his load into him.

"I have to leave now, but I'll be back in the morning and fuck you then. Bobby left and we went to bed. Bruce lay on his back and spread his legs and told me to lay between his legs. He told me to rest my head on his thigh and hold his cock in my mouth. It was smaller now that he'd cum, but still really impressive. I lay there and fell asleep with his cock in my mouth.

I awoke with his cock still in my mouth, but it was growing. It swelled bigger than I could have ever gotten into my mouth, but it was already there, and stretching my mouth. My mouth was so full I could barely move my tongue, but I stroked his cock with both hands. He woke and started playing. Both our cocks were rock hard. I wanted to make him cum but was afraid I might choke on his big load.

After a few minutes we heard the doorbell. We assumed it was Bobby so we answered the door naked with our hard cocks sticking straight out. We opened the door and standing there was Dad. He had brought some clean clothes and my toiletries.

I was stunned. I knew I was in deep shit and there was nothing I could say to get me out of this. But before Dad could say anything Bruce took over, saying, "On your knees – NOW!"

I couldn't believe what was going on, but before my eyes my own father – the guy who preached manliness to me – was on his knees with his mouth open. Bruce shoved his cock in and said, "Just like old times – I'll bet you missed this."

What was really surprising was that Dad did it completely voluntarily – he offered no resistance to Bruce's stern command.

Bruce turned to me as Dad sucked and said, "This is what your father did all through high school, and you can see that he still needs it."

It was true – I could see that Dad sucked like he really loved it, and I could see his pants bulging. He was as aroused as I was!

Bruce pulled out and said, "Take your clothes off – you can finish sucking me naked."

Dad stood up and undressed. He avoided making eye contact with me – probably because he was ashamed.

Soon Dad was on his knees again and Bruce told him to stroke his cock but not to cum. Dad did so, and I could see that his cock was big, but not as big as Bruce's. Bruce grabbed Dad's head and pulled it to him as he came, pumping his load right into Dad's mouth. "Like that old familiar taste?" he asked, as Dad hung his head in shame.

"Now for the best part," said Bruce, "Suck Randy, and look him in the eyes the whole time."

I approached Dad and he took my cock in his mouth. He sucked really well – probably because of his vast experience.

He held eye contact the entire time, which I'm sure was especially humiliating. I would have felt sorry for him, but his mouth just felt so wonderful!

"Now cum with Randy's cock in your mouth," ordered Bruce. Dad pumped himself wildly and shot his load into his hand.

"Yeah, that's it," said Bruce, "You remember how we used to do it – now lick it up!"

Dad pulled off my cock and licked up his cum and then resumed my blowjob. In a few minutes I came, adding my load to his and Bruce's.

"Now this is a direct order," Bruce said to Dad, "You are only allowed to cum with Randy's cock in your mouth, and you will blow him any time he wants you to."

Dad just nodded, to my astonishment. I couldn't believe all this was happening!

The doorbell rang again and this time it was Bobby. When he saw what was going on he stripped down right away. Bruce ordered Dad to suck off Bobby, which he did without complaint. I was certainly seeing a side of Dad I had never seen before. After Bobby came we went into the living room and sat down while Bruce made breakfast.

Bruce asked Dad if he was ready for a good fucking, and Dad just said he didn't have a choice. Bruce was impressed by how quickly and completely Dad had submitted. "I'm sure your ass may need some preparation, so I'll let Randy get you ready. I wasn't sure what that meant, but after breakfast Bruce handed me a cucumber and said let’s go to the bedroom.

Bruce had Dad get on his hands and knees on the bed and told me to prep him with the cucumber. It was a full-sized cucumber, almost as big as Bruce's cock. Bruce showed me how to lube it up, and then I pressed the end between Dad's cheeks and against his hole. Dad responded immediately and pushed back, slowly taking the entire cucumber in except for an inch or so at the end. "Now it's my turn," said Bruce. He pulled the cucumber out of Dad's ass and pressed his cock into him. "Damn you got a nice ass!" he said.

As Bruce fucked Dad, Bobby told me to get onto the bed and I jumped on, ready for my fucking. Bobby lubed my ass with his fingers and then pressed into me. I liked the butt plug, but this was even better! I looked over to Dad as Bobby fucked me, and I could see that he was enjoying his fucking as much as I enjoyed mine.

Finally Bruce pumped his load into Dad and collapsed on him. Dad's arms gave way and he lay on the bed under Bruce, with the huge cock still in him.

Soon Bobby finished and collapsed on me, and we all lay on the bed together.

After we all recovered we got off the bed. Bobby left and Bruce told me to take a shower while he and my Dad talked.

After I got dressed Bruce told me that Dad would take me home, and that we'd have a lot to talk about. I got in the car, prepared for the strangest father-son talk ever!

On the way home Dad was strangely silent. Finally, I broke the silence and said, "I think we have some things to talk about."

"Randy, I never wanted you to see me like that," Dad blurted out, sounding very emotional.

"Well, I saw it, I'm okay with it," I replied.

"I feel so humiliated," Dad said, "How can you respect me after this?"

"You are still my Dad," I said, "And you did what you had to do – like a man does."

Dad looked at me with surprise, and said, "I thought I had left that life behind me, but now it's caught up to me again."

"Are you going to have to do a lot more of that?" I asked.

"Yes," said Dad, beginning to sob, "Guys from my high school are gonna come see me."

"Did you blow a lot of them?" I asked.

"I blew all of them," confessed Dad, "At least all that wanted it."

I realized that Dad was in a real bind, but also found it really hot. We worked out an arrangement where I would come to the hardware store each day after school and when his high school friends visited I would watch the store while he went in the back room and blew them. In return he would blow me before we went home, jacking off while he did.

All this was done discretely, without Mom knowing a thing.

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn, for inspiring this story and provided much of the content.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)