Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2016 22:21:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 2 First Taste of Cum (part 2) 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. –––––––––– A Walk in the Woods –––––––––– I'm was a horny thirteen year old boy when I lost my innocence – not that I ever was especially innocent to begin with. As an only child in a rural area there was no "neighborhood" so there weren't other kids to hang out with, so I had to amuse myself. There was a wooded area near my home that went on for miles. When I was younger I explored it, but now it was the site of my own personal pervesion – nudism. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I began to want to be naked outdoors, but without anyone else seeing me. The first time I stripped down in the woods it felt incredible. The forbidden nature of it was really arousing, and I walked around for about half an hour and then jacked off. The potential fear of getting caught was exciting. Whenever the weather permitted I would sneak off to the woods and walk around naked. I had a place where I would hide my clothes in a plastic bag and then go wandering, occasionally stroking my cock to keep it hard. As time went on I grew bolder, and ventured further from home. I knew the woods well enough that I wouldn't get lost. Just the same, the further I ventured, the longer would be my total exposure, and greater the chance of being caught. I definitely didn't want to be caught, but the prospect was exciting just the same. One day I was a few miles from home when I heard some talking in the distance. I looked in the general direction of the sound and could make out some movement in the distance, but nothing I could identify. The sound was getting louder, so I decided that they were coming toward me. I considered turning around and going back home as quickly as possible, but as I looked around I saw some bushes nearby that might make good cover, so I moved to the bushes, but remained out in the open until I could see someone coming. Once I did I got behind the bushes, waiting, stroking every few minutes. The sound continued to grow louder but it seemed to take forever for them to arrive, but soon I was watching a troop of Boy Scouts walking less than fifty feet from me. I wondered what would happen if they caught me, but was glad they didn't. I realized that I was rock hard and didn't have to stroke to stay that way. There was something very arousing about this "near miss" experience! I waited until they were well past, but could still hear them. Since I was going the other direction, I left my cover and continued my nude-walk. I realized that if they came back they would catch me, and that was part of the excitement. I reached as far as I planned to go that day and turned back. On the way back I watched for bushes or other cover, just in case the Boy Scouts returned. They did not, and when I was close to home I jacked off, and then returned to my clothing stash and got dressed, returning home. I thought about what would happen if I got caught, and wondered if I should let myself get caught some day, but quickly dismissed the idea as stupid. A few days later I took another nude walk, enjoying the contact with nature as before. I followed a hiking trail because it was easier, and it provided a path that I could easily retrace to get back home. There was only the sound of nature in the woods, with no evidence of other people. It was a big surprise when I followed the trail around a bend and came face to face with two older guys. After all my fantasies about being caught, it finally happened and I was scared to death. The boys looked like high school age, and I had no idea what to expect. The first one spoke, "Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" Having no idea what to say in this situation, I tried to play it cool and said, "Just out for a walk." The boys broke into laughter and approached me. Each of them grabbed my arm and led me off the trail and behind some bushes. The second boy asked me, "Are you some kind of faggot?" "No!" I protested, I just like to walk around like this." "Walking around naked with a boner proves you are a faggot," he shot back, "and I have something that faggots like." He unzipped and took out his cock, much bigger than mine, even though he wasn't yet hard. He told me to get on my knees and suck him. "No," I said, "please let me go." "We'll let you go after you've sucked both of us off," he said. "And if I do?" I asked. "Then you can just go your way, and we will thank you for your work." he replied. "What if I don't?" I asked. "Oh you will," he said, "you aren't getting away until you do." They had forced me to my knees, so there I was, kneeling naked with a cock in my face. He stroked his cock to erection and waved it in front of me. He pushed toward me and I pulled back. It was clear that I was stuck, so I finally relented and said, "okay, I'll do it." "Hey, I have an idea," the other guy said, "He's still hard, so let's have him jack off while holding your cock in his mouth." "Like that faggot?" he asked. I didn't say anything, but thought that jacking off wasn't such a bad idea – at least I would get something out of this. I opened my mouth and his cock slipped in. I was surprised that it actually felt kind of good in my mouth, and the more I stroked my cock, the better his cock felt in my mouth. I was actually starting to like it when I came, shooting my load onto the ground between my knees. I was no longer aroused, and decided I wasn't going to do this anymore. I pulled off his cock and the guy said, "Hey, you have to finish this, faggot!" The other guy said, "No worry, I got it all on my cell phone." He approached me and turned the cell phone toward me to show a video of me jacking off with a cock in my mouth. "If you don't want this all around town and school," he said, "you'll start sucking." Now I was really stuck. If it was just a blowjob video I could claim that I was forced, but a video of me jacking off with a cock in my mouth would make everyone think I'm a faggot. I opened my mouth and took him in, sucking, but without much conviction. He put his hands on my head and started pumping in and out of me. "That's it," the other guy said, "face-fuck the faggot!" He was really rough on me, and I didn't like it at all, but could not get away. Soon he pumped his load into my mouth and held my head close to him, and said, "swallow, you faggot." The taste was very strong, and I would have spit it out if I could, but he wouldn't let me go. Reluctantly I swallowed, and most of the taste was gone. He pulled out and I saw that the other guy had been making a video of the blowjob. I wasn't sure why they would even want it. As the cock pulled out of my mouth the second guy approached and asked, "are you going to give me a good blowjob, or should I face-fuck you as well?" "I'll do it," I said, "but I don't know how, but I'll do what you say." He seemed pleased with that and approached me. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. He gave me directions about how to move my tongue and I followed them as best as I could. After a time, he said, "I'm getting close, and when I cum in your mouth I want you to swallow voluntarily – don't make me force you now." I grunted in agreement and soon he flooded my mouth with his seed. It seemed to taste a little better this time – perhaps my willingness made a difference. I swallowed and he pulled out. I was hoping this was the end of it, when the first guy said, "Come back tomorrow and leave your clothes at home." "What for?" I asked. "For more blowjobs," he said, "this certainly is not the end of it – remember, we have videos of you at work." They thanked me and walked off, leaving me kneeling there naked. I got up and walked toward home. I thought about what had happened and realized that I was really very fortunate. I could have been beaten up. Most people in my spot would have been outraged at the oral rape I suffered. Truth be told, I kind of liked it, even though I was forced. It was getting late in the afternoon and the woods were cooling off, and I was starting to chill. In addition, the mosquitos were coming out and I had a lot of skin area vulnerable to their attack. I picked up the pace to remain warm and get back before before the mosquitoes chewed me all up. I got back to my clothes and got dressed and returned home. In bed that night I looked forward to going back for more – the only thing I will change is to put on bug spray! ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––- Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org