First Taste of Cum Part 224    
          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.


That was way cool!

    I'm Tim, a ten-year-old kid with an unbelievable story. My older brother, Ben is a senior in high school and I think the world of him. One day I walked in on him jacking-off and he yelled at me and told me to get out. I didn't understand what was happening but knew he was pissed at me.

Later I went to apologize, and he said he was sorry for yelling at me, but I interrupted something really private. I said I was sorry and didn't understand what was going on.

"You will when you're older," Ben said.

"I get that crap all the time from grown-ups," I said, "I thought you would be different!"

Ben was silent for a time, and then said, "Okay, I'll tell you – I was jacking-off."

I looked puzzled and Ben continued, "See? I told you and you still don't get it."

"Well then help me to get it!" I said, "How am I to know when you use words I don't understand?"

Ben put his arm around me and said, "Okay, I suppose the best way for you to understand is to see for yourself – but not today – tomorrow right after school, before Mom and Dad get home."

Whatever this was about it must be really something, so I was eager as hell to find out about it.

All the next day I thought about it. I remembered seeing him with his pants down and a hand on his hard cock. I got hard too and couldn't figure out what the big deal was – but I guess I was gonna find out.

When I got home from school I went to Ben’s room and he explained that when guys had sex, it finished with them climaxing and shooting cum out of their cocks. That sounded pretty far-fetched, so I asked, “Why would you do that?”

Ben chuckled and said, “You have no idea how good it feels!”

“And it’s legal?” I asked. As far as I knew, nearly anything that feels good, like drinking or drugs is illegal.

“It sure is,” Ben confirmed, “But it’s not exactly socially acceptable to many, so you need to keep it private.”

The pieces were starting to come together for me – that was why Ben was so upset when I walked in on him. “I sounds pretty good – will you teach me to do it?” I asked.

“I can show you how it’s done, but you won’t be able to do it for a couple of years, when you start to go through puberty,” Ben explained, “But then you’ll probably be doing it all the time.”

“Well then can I help you do it,” I asked.

Ben smiled and said that I could, but it wasn’t something that straight guys normally did, so we would have to keep it a secret – just between us. That was fine with me and I agreed to not tell anyone.

Ben took all his clothes off – he said I would be able to see better that way. He took his cock in his hand and began to pull on it. As he did it got bigger and stiffer. I often got stiffies, which were embarrassing, but Ben was doing this on purpose. I watched in amazement as his cock grew huge – I thought it might pop like a balloon!

I drew closer to get a better look. Ben was pulling faster and faster and it looked like he might hurt himself, but he seemed to know what he was doing. “You said I could help,” I reminded him.

Ben stopped stroking and said, “Yeah, I did – you sure you want to?”

He lay on his bed with his legs spread wide and told me to kneel in the space between his legs. I did and looked at his hard cock pointing toward the ceiling. “Now wrap you hand around it and stroke it like you saw me doing,” Ben instructed.

I found that I could barely get my hand around his big cock and used my other as well. I stroked it up and down and Ben said, “That’s good, but it would be better if you held it tighter and pulled harder.”

I did and he urged me to squeeze him harder. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” I said.

“You won’t,” Ben assured me, “My cock can take it – squeeze as hard as you can.”

I did so, still a little afraid of hurting Ben, when he said, “I’m cumming!”

“Should I stop?” I asked.

“No! Keep going,” Ben said urgently, and I kept stroking as his cock felt like it got even bigger. Then suddenly it began to pulse in my hands and some white liquid shot high into the air and then landed on his belly. I continued to stroke as Ben’s cock began to soften.

Ben was all out of breath, like he had been running, but he had been just laying there. It seemed like this was like some sort of exercise. “That’s good,” said Ben, and I stopped stroking him. “What’s that white stuff?” I asked.

“It’s cum,” said Ben, “Or semen – it contains the sperm that makes women pregnant – you’ll learn about that in school.”

“They teach this in school?” I asked, “I can’t wait for that!”
“Well,” explained Ben, “They don’t teach you this, but they cover how babies are made.” I wasn’t interested in babies, but cumming looked like it was a lot of fun!

“So what did you think about it?” Ben asked.

“That was way cool!” I replied, “and can’t wait to do it myself.”

“You can try,” Ben said, “But it probably won’t work the same way until you’re older.”

Once again, more waiting. When you are a kid, it seems like all the really neat stuff you gotta wait for, and I didn’t want to wait.

That night at bedtime I decided to try. I played with my cock, which was so small compared to Ben’s, but I worked myself into a stiffie and it felt good as I stroked it, so I kept going. I was beginning to understand why Ben had pulled so hard on his cock, because the more I pulled the better it felt – maybe I could cum just like Ben. I continued pulling, hoping I could climax, but after awhile I just started to feel sore, so I stopped.

Over the next few days I tried two more times, but always ended up sore. I told Ben about it and he said I just had to be patient. That wasn’t something I was good at and I told him I wanted to help him every day until I was able to cum for myself.

“If you really want to,” he said, “I’ll let you – but that’s especially private, so don’t tell anyone!” I agreed and jacked-him off once again. I don’t know why, but I felt a real thrill in making Ben cum.

I did some internet searches and quickly got to some porn sites. Most showed naked women, which I thought were nice, but it wasn’t what I was looking for. There were lots of pictures of guys putting their cocks into women in ways I would never have imagined. Then I found some pictures of guys helping other guys to cum. That was what I’d been searching for. I watched a video of a guy jacking-off another guy, just as I jacked off Ben. His white cum shot into the air and landed on the guy’s belly. Then he did something totally unexpected – he leaned over and licked up the cum! Why would he do that? It was clear that I had much to learn.

I looked at other porn and saw guys shooting their cum into open mouths – it seemed like cum was something really tasty, so I decided to find out for myself.

By now I was jacking-off Ben every day, and it was something we both looked forward to. This time I was sure to hold his cock straight up when he came, so some of his cum would fall on my hand. It worked out perfectly, with a big splash of his seed on my hand. As I turned away I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up his cum.

I was stunned by the strong, bitter taste! I couldn't imagine how anyone could ever think it was good tasting. I quickly dismissed the idea of eating more of Ben's cum. I was curious about why anyone would want to eat something so bad tasting though, and did a little online research, Googling "taste of cum". I got huge number of hits and read eagerly about how cum is for many an acquired taste, and that generally it begins to taste better with experience.

I watched videos of guys shooting their loads into open mouths, and how the reciever seemed to love it. I was especially interested in seeing guys suck guys off. They actually made them cum without using their hands at all – they must have really talented mouths. I was surprised to learn that they were called blowjobs – it sure looked more like they were sucking.

From that point on I managed to eat some of Ben's cum every day, and sure enough it began to taste better. It still was strong tasting, but I suppose I had "acquired" the taste and now found myself wanting more than a splash here and there. Remembering some of the pictures I had seen, then next time I jacked Ben off I brought my open mouth near the end of his cock and he shot right in. It was great to feel the hot cum squirt into my mouth. Ben didn't notice because his eyes were closed. He always kept a towel or washcloth nearby for me to wipe up his cum, so I pretended to do so, in order that he not notice.

I repeated it every day – now looking forward to eating his cum even more than making him cum. Each time I bent over to receive his load I found myself wanting to take his cock into my mouth like I saw online. I resisted, not knowing how Ben would react, but one day I got a little close and actually took his cock into my mouth as he came. It was wonderful, and I wondered why I had waited so long. My joy was short-lived however, when I heard Ben say, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry," I said, "I saw that done online and wondered what it was like."

"That's not something a straight guy does!" he returned, "You aren't a faggot, are you?"

"No," I replied defensively, "At least I don't think so."

"Maybe I should never have let you jack me off," said Ben, "It probably gave you bad ideas."

I was confused by all of this, and really disappointed when Ben said he didn't want me jacking him off any more.

I should have been more careful. I really loved it, but it probably wasn't worth losing the fun I was having with Ben. After a couple of days I offered to jack him off again, but he declined, saying that it was something he should just do himself.

After about a week it was really starting to bug me, and I decided to talk with Ben about it.

"Would it be really bad if I were a faggot?" I asked.

"Where is that coming from?" Ben said, looking astonished.

"Well, I really miss jacking you off," I said, "And wanted to try giving you a blowjob."

"Its not WRONG to be a faggot – I guess gay would be a better word," he replied, "But I was afraid I might have made you that way."

"I've felt that way for awhile, and really enjoyed jacking you off," I said, "It was really tough when you cut me off."

"Why do you wanna do this?" Ben asked.

"I don't know why – I just do!" I replied, "Do I need a reason?"

"I guess not – just wondered," he answered.

"So what do you want to do?" Ben asked.

"I wanna blow you if you'll let me," I said, "Or at least continue to jack you off."

"I've never had a blowjob before," said Ben, "But I'll be glad to give it a try."

My heart was racing at this and I told him I was ready when he was. He led me to his room and undressed. "What position do you want?" he asked.

Remembering the online porn I said, "Standing."

Ben approached me, his cock semi-hard. I dropped to my knees, very eager and nervous. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him to full erection. I loved the way his hard cock looked, just inches from my face. I opened my mouth, now for the first time taking him in for our first blowjob together.

His cock was big and nearly filled my mouth, but it really felt like it belonged there – like this was what I was meant to do. I moved my tongue around his cock head, familiarizing myself with the feel of his cock. He felt so big, yet so good in my mouth.

Remembering some of what I'd read in a fellatio tutorial I read, I began to move my tongue around as Ben moaned with pleasure. I was accustomed to making Ben cum in about ten minutes, but in less than five I once again tasted his load. It was especially nice to get it this way and by now had grown to really love the taste!

I didn't want this to end, but Ben pulled out, so I swallowed his load. "How did I do?" I asked.

"You did fuckin' great!" Ben assured me, and I smiled with pride.

"Thank you Ben," I really loved it and hope you'll let me do it again."

"How about every day?" he asked.

"Deal!" I said, looking forward to daily feedings.

For the next six months I blew Ben nearly every day, and occasionally twice a day. Then one day Ben said, "Are you satisfied with sucking me?"

"Sure," I replied, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, a lot of guys who suck like to suck lots of guys," he explained, "I wondered if you were okay with just sucking me."

"I'm fine with sucking you," I replied, "But wouldn't mind sucking others as well – I've thought about it, but have no idea how to find guys while protecting my secret."

"Keeping your hobby a secret is really important," agreed Ben, "I have some fiends who might be interested and can be trusted."

I completely trusted Ben, so I quickly agreed. Two days later Ben took me to a friend’s house. He introduced me to Mark and Jeff, who had been watching a porn video and were eager for my arrival.

They led me downstairs, where the video was still running, and soon both their cocks were out and nearly hard. I dropped to my knees as Jeff approached and entered my waiting mouth. His cock was a little shorter than Ben's but thicker, and strained my mouth to open wide enough. He left me very little room to move my tongue, but I did my best for him. While I loved blowing Ben, I was really glad to experience the variety. I wondered just how many different kinds of cock there were. For now I was enjoying this new cock in my mouth

Mark and Ben drew near, offering me their cocks. I took one in each hand and stroked them as I sucked. Jeff was difficult to suck and I didn't know how much longer I could go. Fortunately he was very aroused and didn't need much coaxing to cum. I was glad to feel him pumping his hot load into my mouth.

His cum tasted a little different than Ben's, but had the strong, manly taste I had come to love so much. Next Mark stepped up and gave me his cock. He was about as long as Ben, but the shaft was a little thinner, but with a really cool looking mushroom head. I loved the way it felt in my mouth! I ran my tongue around the rim of the head and decided that I wanted to get to know a lot of different cocks. I really enjoyed running my tongue all over the head and really wanted him to last as long as possible, but I guess really got him going, so he gave me his load faster than I wanted.

His load was also strong and manly. His cum also tasted slightly different but still wonderfully manly. I knew then that I really needed to taste as many guys as possible.

Next, I took Ben's familiar cock lovingly into my mouth. My brother and my very first suck, I was especially grateful to him and did my best for him. I knew the feel of his cock in my mouth well, and was sure I could identify him blindfolded, just by mouth alone. Soon Ben gave me his familiar load which I quickly recognized. I wanted cum from other men but was always glad for Ben's load. It only took a few minutes, but he rewarded my efforts nicely.

I stood up and swallowed my third load. I thanked all the guys and went back home with Ben.

"So how did you like sucking new guys?" asked Ben.

"It was great!" I replied, "And I realized something entirely new!"

"What was that?" Ben asked.

"That cocks are as different as faces," I said, "And their cum tastes different, too."

"I didn't know the cum would taste different," said Ben, "But I've never tried it. So, I suppose you aren't going to be satisfied sucking me."

"I'll always want to suck you," I said, "But would like to get to know more cocks."

"There aren't a lot of other guys I would trust to ask," Ben said, "But let me do some checking and see what I can come up with."

"That would be great," I said, "You’re the best brother in the world!"

Ben had given my cell number to Jeff and Mark, so they could contact me whenever they needed, which was a couple of times a week. I love the fact that I could depend on Ben every day – sometimes twice. I'd swallowed a lot of his cum, even though I still wasn't able to cum yet myself – though I kept trying.

I would play with myself a couple of times a week, and stroke until I was sore. Finally, one day it happened. I was stroking and found I needed to do it faster until I finally was overwhelmed with the most wonderful feeling, and then sprayed cum all over!

Now I had an idea of the pleasure I'd been giving guys, and felt especially proud of my work. The next day I eagerly told Ben, and he suggested that I jack-off while blowing him. That was even better, and I caught my load in my free hand, and licked it up. That way I was swallowing twice as many loads.

Ben told me that he was still trying to find a way for me to suck more guys safely. He had one lead he was pursuing and would tell me if it worked out. Until then I would have to content myself with the three guys I had.

After a couple of weeks Ben said he thought he had the answer for me.

"Do you know what a glory hole is?" he asked.

"Never heard of it," I said.

"It's a hole in the wall that a guy sticks his cock through so someone can blow him," explained Ben.

"You mean without knowing who?" I asked.

"Yes," said Ben, "Completely anonymously."

"That's really cool!" I said, "But where would I find one?"

"They used to be fairly common where guys hung out," Ben continued, "Not so much anymore – but I found one."

"Where?" I asked.

"In City Hall," Ben said.

"You mean where the mayor and city officials work?" I asked.

"You bet," agreed Ben, "You could end up blowing all kinds of important people."

"How do I find it?" I asked, eager to start.

"Go in the front door and take the stairs down to the lower level," began Ben, "Then take the main hallway down to the west end, where there is a men's room. There are two booths, with a glory hole between them."

"Great!" I said, "But what exactly do I do?"

"You go sit in one of the booths quietly and wait for someone to enter the other one," he said, "Carefully look through the hole and see if they are stroking – if they are, just tap on the wall and motion with your finger for them to come to you. Then they should stick their cock through and you blow them."

That sounds great!" I said, "Thanks so much!"

"Tomorrow after school I'll go there with you," he said, "I can be your first customer."

"Sounds like a deal!" I said.

That evening I Googled "glory hole" and found lots of hot pictures and some blogs. I read the blogs and learned the etiquette of glory holes. I wanted to be ready for tomorrow.

After school Ben took me to City Hall and we went down to the men's room he'd described. I went into the second booth and sat down. The hole in the side wall was about two to three inches in diameter and allowed me to easily see into the next stall. Ben was there, unzipping, and soon the cock I'd grown to love so well emerged through the hole.

Of course, I knew it was Ben, but in this setting it was especially hot! I sucked him and pressed my nose to the wall. Without seeing him, he could be anyone – I imagined sucking my school principal or my father. I thought the glory hole must be the coolest invention ever!

I must have been sucking especially eagerly because Ben came much sooner than expected – maybe he found the glory hole as exciting as I did. He pulled out and whispered, "I'm going home – stay as long as you like." I decided to hold his load in my mouth without swallowing until I had another cock to suck.

In about five minutes I heard someone come in and take a leak at the urinal. When he was done he opened the door to the next stall and looked in. I put a finger through the hole and he saw my signal and entered. Soon his cock was coming through the hole and I quickly swallowed.

It was a long but skinny cock – definitely someone new. I took him in and all the way to the back of my mouth. When he hit the back I started to gag. I had read about this and about deep throating. I wasn't sure if I could deep throat, but knew I had to overcome my gag reflex, so I worked on it as I sucked. I would press my face to the wall, taking him in all the way until I began to gag, and then backed off. He stiffened completely as I did this, giving him a little more length. The gag reflex was tough to overcome, but I kept trying. He seemed to like what I was doing, because soon he shot his load, and pulled out.

My first truly anonymous blowjob! I had no idea who he was – I had just blown a total stranger and loved it. The only bad part was that I could hardly taste any cum – he must have shot right down my throat. I was glad to swallow his cum but wanted to taste it first! I'd have to remember that in the future and pull back as they cum so I can taste their load.

The men's room was quiet after he left. I waited and in a few minutes another guy came in and went right to the stall. I signaled my availability with my finger and he entered. In less than a minute a semi-hard cock was presented to me. I looked with surprise at my first uncut cock!

I had seen them in pictures, but never in real life. I remember reading that the head of uncut cocks can be very sensitive, so when I took him into my mouth I ran my tongue across the tip that was sticking out from the foreskin, and felt him grow. Soon more of the head emerged and I licked it eagerly. Finally, it emerged completely and felt just like any other cock. I sucked him and heard him moaning. Then I heard the door open and someone else come in. I paused, fearing I'd get caught giving a blowjob.

"Keep going – it's alright," the guy I was sucking said. I didn't hear anything from the guy who just entered – he must be waiting. I continued to suck, and then heard the guy who was waiting say, "Hey, you almost done? I got a load to dump."

"Don't rush me, man," the guy I was sucking said, "I'm almost there."

Soon he came and pulled out. I had to swallow immediately because there was another cock coming through the hole. This one was really small – I kind of felt sorry for the guy. I wished the wall was thinner because only about three inches came through the wall, even though he was pressed close to it. I didn't judge him – he needed to cum or he wouldn't be here, so I sucked him like anyone else. Because he was short most of the action was in the front of my mouth, so it was a little different than most. It worked through, and soon he filled my mouth with his seed. He may have had a small cock, but he gave me a huge load! As he pulled out, he dribbled cum down my chin, but I didn't mind.

He left, and I sat quietly for a few minutes. I saw that it was 5:30pm, and I'd have to be getting home soon, but waited, hoping to suck one more before I left. Soon another guy entered and came right to the stall. Seeing my signal, he entered and presented me with a huge black cock. It was bigger than any I had ever seen, and I wasn't quite sure what to do.

I opened my mouth as far as I could so, to take the head in without touching it with my teeth. I didn't have much room to move my tongue around, so I just moved it back and forth under the head. Most of his cock was outside my mouth and looked impressive, but there was no way I was getting this monster cock entirely into my mouth.

I held the shaft in my hand, and as I sucked, I began to stroke him, and he hardened further. It was like I was giving him a combination blowjob and handjob, but it seemed to work. It was really hot sucking him, but difficult as well. I moved my tongue as I stroked him and soon his cock seemed to enlarge even more and pulse as he pumped his hot load into my mouth! The familiar taste was especially strong, but I welcomed it, swallowing as he pulled out.

He thanked me and sat down, I suppose to take a dump. That was a good time for me to leave. As I left I saw a bench just down the hallway. I decided to sit down and get a look at the guy I had just blown. In a few minutes a big muscular black cop came out! I couldn't believe my good fortune and wondered about the other guys I'd blown. He walked past me without making eye contact, then I left for home.

After dinner Ben was eager to hear about my sucking, and I told him all about it. He was surprised that I got so many guys, and seemed to get aroused just hearing about it. I enjoyed telling him, glad to share with the guy who made all this possible.

At bedtime I checked with Ben to see if he wanted another blowjob and was glad to help him get to sleep with a nice climax.

The next day I went to City Hall right from school, wanting to spend as much time sucking as I could. As I entered the front door, I saw the black cop I had blown yesterday. I felt a little self-conscious about seeing him, and then realized that he had no idea who sucked him.

Then I got a crazy idea – something really risky that I shouldn't have done, my little head seemed to have taken over. I went over to him and said, "Hello, I'm Tim – we met yesterday."

"Hi Tim," he replied sternly, "I'm afraid I don't recall."

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything," I said – this was a BIG RISK – and very stupid of me!

He smiled broadly and said "Okay, now I remember – I'll be down on my next break."

That went really well, though it could have gone very differently. I went down to the men's room and took my place in the stall. The first cock presented was another black one, but this one seemed pretty average in size. I guess not all black guys are well hung. I sucked him and enjoyed every moment.

I sucked three more cocks before the black cop arrived and gave me his monster cock. Like yesterday I stroked him as I sucked and he rewarded my efforts. Pulling out, he said, "Thanks kid," and left.

I sucked a few more guys before going home. I made a point of waiting on the bench to see the last guy I blew. I enjoyed seeing who I had blown, though most I didn't recognize.

Whenever I saw the black cop he always greeted me and smiled. One day he asked if I would like to ride along with him in his squad car and I agreed. He agreed to pick me up 10am on Saturday morning at City Hall. I wasn't sure what to expect, but sure hoped that his cock was part of it!

I waited for him on Saturday morning and he pulled up in his squad car and I got in. "I never told you my name, Tim," he said, "I'm Officer Stanfield."

"I’ve enjoyed helping you since we first met," I responded.

"You are really young to be doing this," he said, "Do you like black cock?"

"I like sucking you," I confessed, "But don't have much experience, and would like more."

"I'm not sure if you know that a lot of black guys really like to be sucked by white boys – especially young guys like you," he continued.

"I'll be glad to suck anyone who needs it," I said.

"We have to keep this on the down-low," he said, "Because it's very illegal – guys could go to jail for messing around with you."

"I won't tell anyone," I promised, "I just want to keep doing this as much as possible."

"I’ll take you to a friend's house. He will have a couple other guys for you to suck, okay?" he asked.

I nodded, and he made a call on his cell phone and I heard him say that we were on our way.

In fifteen minutes he pulled into a driveway and led me to the front door. He introduced me to his friend Jerome, and his two friends Jamal and Tyrone. He told me to undress, which I did, though I felt kind of weird doing it in front of these strangers. All the guys took out their cocks and I dropped to my knees. All of them had larger than most white cocks I had seen, and I had to use my handjob/blowjob combination on all of them. They all enjoyed it and noted that I was hard the whole time.

"You deserve to cum after all that," said Officer Stanfield, "So go ahead and jack-off"

"May I hold your cock in my mouth when I do?" I asked.

He agreed and stepped forward. I took his soft cock into my mouth and held him there as I stroked. It took little time before I was cumming and caught it in my hand. I licked it up and Officer Stanfield said, "I think I'm ready for another time."

I continued to suck him until he came a second time, while the others watched. None of the other guys were ready to go again, so I got dressed and we departed. I gave Officer Stanfield my cell number so he could contact me for other work. He dropped me off at the City Hall and I went home.

From that point on Officer Stanfield took me to blow friends about once a month, and in-between he would contact me for blowjobs, or offer my services to other black cops. Of course I still sucked Ben and his friends most often. But I think the glory hole is my favorite. I love to fantasize about sucking prominent people as I work, and still wait on the bench afterward, hoping I would recognize someone. My efforts were rewarded when one day I saw that I had just blown the mayor!

I never imagined that interrupting Ben that day would ever lead to this. I felt like the luckiest kid in the world!

  To be continued . . .

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