First Taste of Cum Part 249    
          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.


Sexual Harassment

    I'm Jim, a fourteen-year-old boy who's learned first-hand what sexual harassment is like. For most of my life my father had a really good job and we lived in an upscale all white neighborhood. My impression of the black neighborhoods was that they were dangerous places, not fit for civilized people like me.

I got a rude awakening when my father lost his job and we nearly lost our house. Dad found another job making about a quarter of what he was, and we had to move to a different part of town. We ended up in an older neighborhood that many would describe as "mixed". There were lots of blacks and hispanics, but very few whites.

The nearest white kid my age was Tim, who lived the next street over. We quickly became friends and hung out together throughout the summer. Tim had a lot of black friends, which didn't seem unusual, since there were more black guys than white guys around. What seemed strange was that many would come over and Tim would excuse himself and take them inside. After a short while they emerged and the black kid would go on his way.

I asked Tim what was going on, but he just said, "Oh nothing much."

I knew there was something going on, especially since there were a lot of black guys who would come by for just a few minutes. Whenever I would ask I just got put off. Finally I pressed harder, saying, "Tim, if you're doing some illegal, like dealing drugs, I don't want to be anywhere nearby."

"It's nothing like that," protested Tim, "Nothing illegal at all."

Tim still revealed nothing, but I continued, "Is it something I might be interested in doing too?"

Tim looked at me and said, "Well, we're starting back to school soon, so you might as well get started."

"In what?" I asked, eager to find out.

"I'm blowing the black guys," Tim replied, "Wanna do some?"

"Hell no!" I quickly shot back, "I'm no faggot!"

"It's not about being a faggot," responded Tim, "It's about fitting in and knowing your place."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"All the white guys in school blow the black guys," Tim explained, "And we all like doing it."

"I guess that's fine if you like it," I replied, "But that's not for me."

"You should try it," Tim urged, "It's not so bad for starters, and in time you'll come to love it."

"No fuckin' way I'm gonna be a cocksucking faggot!" I insisted.

"I hope you change your mind soon," Tim said, "Or things will be tough on you."

If there were more white kids in the neighborhood I would have avoided Tim, but he was the only kid around, so I continued to hang out with him. I noticed that ten to fifteen boys a day would come by for blowjobs. They all happened quickly, so I presumed that there wasn't much to it – or that Tim was especially good at it.

One day I asked Tim, "Do you only blow black guys?"

"No, the white guys all blow each other," he replied, "We need to cum too."

I didn't want to do anything mutual, so I tried another approach, "You must be really good at it."

"I suppose I am – I've had lots of practice," he said, "But you'll get good too."

"I don't want to suck cock, but I'd really like a blowjob if you would be willing," I said.

"No problem Jim," he replied, "I didn't think you'd be interested, but I'll be glad to blow you."

We went inside and I unzipped and took my cock out. Tim dropped to his knees and began to suck me. I'd never been sucked before and couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. In only a few minutes I was pumping my load into Tim's mouth.

"Thanks man!" I said, "It's okay if I don't do you – right?"

Tim nodded in agreement, "Not unless you really want to!"

As school approached, I began asking Tim questions about it. He told me that there were only 50-60 white boys and they all were cocksuckers. Sucking happened almost anywhere in school, and the teachers generally just looked the other way, but sometimes got sucked themselves. Tim explained that the black kids ran the school and the white kids just sucked them, and there was never any trouble. Before that arrangement was in place there were frequent fights, with kids getting knifed nearly every week.

"I really think you should at least give sucking a try," Tim said, "If you don't, you'll be the only white guy who doesn’t, and things may go badly for you."

"I can take care of myself," I said, defiantly.

School resumed in about two weeks, and during that time I thought a lot about what Tim had said. If white guys blowing black guys was the norm for this school, I knew I was going to be under a lot of pressure. Black guys had a reputation for being tough guys, but I was pretty athletic and can handle myself pretty well in a fight.

Some of the recent events exposing widespread sexual harassment in business might offer a legal option for me. Most of the harassment was against women, but some were against men, and a lot of people were getting in trouble for it. I decided that I'd take the legalistic approach and see where that led. Over the next two weeks I read a bunch of articles on the internet about recent developments in combatting sexual harassment, so I was as ready as I'd ever be.

The week before school started there was a special orientation for new students, so my parents and I went. They spent about an hour reviewing cultural aspects of the school – how they promoted diversity with harmony, they took the students off to a different room while the parents stayed for discussions that would have probably bored me.

There were seven new students, beside me: one white, two that looked to be Hispanic an Asian, and three black.

The athletic coach, Mr. Murphy introduced himself and asked the other white kid and I to come with him to a small conference room.

"I want to welcome you to our school," he began, "I don't know what you may have heard about us or other mixed-race schools, but I want to assure you that this is a safe place for you to be. Do you have any concerns?"

Jason, the other white kid said, "I don't know exactly how to say this, but I've heard that white boys are expected to do things the other boys are not."

That was a really diplomatic way of putting it, but I wondered if he was too vague about it.

"If you have any specifics, I can address them," the coach explained, "But in general we try to have every boy focus on their specific skills and interests and allow for a certain amount of difference. You will be encouraged to play to your strengths, just as in sports, but nobody will force you."

That was a pretty vague answer; I wondered what the real answer was.

"Well, if there are no more questions, I'll take you back to the other room. I talked to Jason a bit, asking, "What do you make of what the coach had to say?"

"He was pretty evasive," replied Jason.

"What have you heard?" I asked.

"That all the white boys blow the black ones," he replied.

"You think it's true?" I asked.

"Could be," Jason replied, "I was hoping to get a straight answer out of the coach, but I guess I'll find out when we start up."

"Are you going to do it?" I asked.

"I don't see why not," said Jason, "I've never blown a black guy, but wouldn't mind doing it."

So Jason was already a cocksucker! I was hoping to find an ally, but no luck with him.

As long as we were on the subject, I tried to find out more, saying, "I've never sucked a cock before – what's it like?"

"Man it's wonderful," said Jason, "Guys just voluntarily give us control of their most prized possession, and reward us afterward."

I couldn't imagine how a mouthful of cum could ever be a reward and began to feel very isolated. Was I the only one who would resist this coercion?

On the first day of school I found that Tim and I were in the same gym class. Before we got started the coach took us aside and said, "I want you two to work together to get the job done, and share the work as evenly as possible.

After the coach walked away I asked Tim, "Did he mean share the blowjobs?"

"Of course," said Tim.

"Well you're on your own," I said, "I'm no faggot."

"You're gonna make trouble for yourself," he said, "Just go along to get along."

Our conversation was interrupted when the coach told up to run laps. Then we divided up into two soccer teams and played the rest of the hour. The Coach Murphy dismissed us and told us to go shower, and my heart started to race. This was gonna be trouble, I feared. I decided to rush through the shower and quickly stripped down and grabbed my towel. I began to shower, hoping to be in and out before most of the guys arrived, but by the time I was done there were already Tim and five black guys in with me. Tim was on his knees sucking one of the guys. Another one asked me if I was gonna help and I said, "I'm not like that."

There was an uproar and one guy shouted out, "The white pussy says he's not like that! We'll see about that."

The guys converged on me and I thought they were going to force me, and maybe that was their intent, but Coach Murphy interceded with, "Break it up guys and finish showering – Jim come see me when you are dressed."

I quickly dried off, got dressed and went to Coach Murphy's office.

"You don't seem to be a team player," he began.

"They wanted me to blow them!" I shot back.

"Everyone on a team has a roll to play," he said – hell, he really expected me to do it. I decided to take the legalistic approach that seemed to work for a lot of people lately.

"I want to file a sexual harassment report," I said, and the coach looked stunned.

"Wait here," he said, and stepped out of his office and made a call on his cell phone. After a few minutes he returned. If there is sexual harassment going on here then you should file a report, but I don't see any evidence of it."

"Coach, you and I both know there is, and I'm willing to take this as far as I need to," I said.

"Jim, I'd like to give you the chance to reconsider and ask that you do a homework assignment for me and sleep on it. If tomorrow you still want to file a report, I'll be glad to discuss it with you."

That sounded like a delaying tactic, but I didn't think a day would matter. As I left he said, "Jim, there's just one last thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We have the means to force you, but we sincerely want you to do this voluntarily – do the homework and give it a fair chance."

I finished the day and went out to catch my bus. While we gathered to board the bus I was introduced to a couple of other guys, and one said, "Oh yeah, you’re the one who won't suck!"

That felt really strange – like I was supposed to be ashamed of it, but I sure wasn't. I got home before my parents got home from work and I opened the envelope the coach had given me. It contained a DVD and some written instructions, that said:

1. Play the DVD and stroke yourself while you watch
2. Continue to watch until you are aroused – keep an open mind
3. When you are ready, jack-off while watching the action

I put the DVD in the player and dropped my pants and shorts to the floor and sat on the couch with the remote in my hand. I stroked my cock as I started the first track. It was a white kid blowing a black kid, with a bunch of black kids apparently waiting their turn. The white kid seemed to be enjoying it, but I could see no reason why. He finished sucking the guy and the next moved into place. The scene shifted to a group shower with four white boys and maybe twenty black guys, gathered around the sucking white boys.

I wasn't sure why, but I was getting hard, and once hard I found the action more interesting. I scanned through a few more tracks and soon felt myself cumming. It was a strong climax, but very unusual – I had never cum before thinking about cocks.

I was beginning to see that a guy could learn to like cocksucking, but it still wasn't for me. That night I lay in bed thinking about cocksucking. I didn't like being coerced into it but was beginning to get a little curious. As I thought about it I realized that I was erect, and began to stroke. As I did the thought of sucking kept popping into my head. I tried to drive it out by thinking of girls, but it kept coming back. Finally, I climaxed thinking about a guy cumming in my mouth.

I wasn't supposed to feel that way, but I obviously did. In the morning I read a brochure that Coach Murphy included in my homework envelope. It was about how white cocksuckers overwhelmingly expressed an interest in sucking black men and how many straight white men expressed curiosity about it.

I had to admit to myself that I was curious about it and might even be willing to try it. But I wanted to try it on my own terms, and not start by sucking off every guy in the locker room!

When I arrived at school I found Coach Murphy and asked if I could talk with him. He took me right to his office and asked me, "How did the homework go?"

"It sure wasn't like any homework I'd had before," I said, "But after watching the video and stroking to it, and reading the articles I see things differently, but want to ease into it."

"You mean you don't want to do the whole class the first time?" he said chuckling.

"Exactly," I said, "I think I might like it, but want to give it a try."

"Well, we really would like you to WANT it," he said, "I could teach you if you like."

"Yes, I think I'd like that," I said.

"Can you meet me after school today?" he asked, "There are no practices tonight so I'm free, and I'll drive you home afterward."

I thanked him and agreed to meet him then. "You're late for class, let me give you a pass."

I waited for him to sign a pass and then went off to my first class. All day I thought about giving my first blowjob and realizing how much my outlook had changed, and I hoped it was for the better.

After school I went to the coach’s office. There were often boys hanging out nearby but he chased them away so we would have some privacy. He closed his door and drew the blinds on his office windows. He unzipped and took out his cock. I had never seen and adult cock before and it was huge. I wasn't sure how much of the size was from being an adult and how much was from being black. I dropped to my knees and said, "I'm ready, but I'm not sure what to do."

"Just open your mouth and try to cover your teeth with your lips," he said, "For now just hold me in your mouth."

I held him and felt his cock grow to fill my mouth. "Now just move your tongue around and explore the shape and taste," he said.

I did so and when my tongue licked the bottom of his cock head he said, "That's it – keep doing that!"

I wiggled my tongue back and forth and soon he said, "I'm getting close – now I'm gonna cum in your mouth – it will taste strong, but just hold it in your mouth and get used to it."

By now I really wanted it and was glad when he finally rewarded my efforts. The feeling of his hot seed shooting out of his cock and into my mouth was incredible.

"Stop sucking and hold your tongue still," he said, "I'm really sensitive now."

I just held his spent cock in my mouth along with his load. It wasn't a very good taste at first but the longer I held it the better it began to taste.

Coach Murphy pulled out and said, "You can swallow now – you did pretty good for your first time.”

Now that I liked cocksucking I was ready to fit in.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)