First Taste of Cum Part 250    
          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.


Thumbing a Ride

    I'm Mike, a fourteen-year-old guy just discovering the wonder of girls. I haven't had my first date yet but have talked with a lot of them and hope to start dating soon. I jack-off all the time, thinking about them. My older brother, Jeff, gave me a couple of his old girlie magazines. The pages are well-worn and stained with his cum, so he must have found the girls as hot as I do.

I tell you this, so you know that I never had any interest in guys at all, but circumstances changed my life forever. I'm not old enough to drive and don't have any friends who are, so I get around town on public transportation (as far as it goes in my small town), and by thumbing a ride elsewhere. There was a bigger town about ten miles up freeway, and it was usually easy to catch a ride. One Saturday I was hanging out at the shopping mall in that bigger city and needed to get home. I called home and my Mom wasn't able to come get me, so I went to the freeway entrance ramp and started thumbing.

It usually didn't take me more than fifteen minutes to get a ride, but today nobody was stopping. It was getting dark and I was a little worried, when a light green Camero stopped and picked me up.

"Thanks man," I said, "I thought nobody was gonna stop – I'm Mike."

"No problem," the driver said, "I'm Tom."

I told him where I was going, which was on the way for him. "I really appreciate the ride," I said.

"Enough to help me out?" Tom asked.

That was unexpected, but I wasn't sure what he meant. "What do you have in mind?"

"I've just been with my girlfriend and she's got me all horned up," replied Tom, rubbing his crotch, which I could now see was bulging, "I really need some relief."

Nervously, I replied, "I don't see how I can help."

"I just need a quickie blowjob," Tom said, "It won't take long."

"I'm not like that," I said, "Sorry."

"You mean not yet," said Tom, "I'm not expecting you to like it – just do it in return for the ride."

"I don't think so," I replied, and Tom pulled the car over and stopped.

"Then you can walk the rest of the way," he said, "Get your ass out of my car."

I figured I was still about eight miles from home – much farther than I wanted to walk. "Okay," I said, "But how about a hand job instead?"

"I'd rather have a blowjob," said Tom, "But I'll take what I can get." He pulled back on the road again and said, "There's a rest stop in a few miles – you can do me there."

I didn't exactly like the idea of stroking Tom off in public, but it was dark now, so maybe it would be alright. I knew I was doing something no straight guy should ever do, but I didn't have much choice. Tom entered the rest stop and parked on the far end, away from other cars. He pushed his seat back and reclined the back. Unzipping, he took out a huge cock. At fourteen, my cock wasn't very big, but his was nearly adult size, though at the time I didn't really have enough experience to judge.

"I'm all yours," Tom said, "Take good care of me."

My heart was pounding – I'd never touched another guy's cock before and knew I was in forbidden territory. I wrapped my hand around the base of Tom's cock and it felt strangely nice. Firm, yet soft and warm. I began to stroke him, and his cock grew even bigger.

"Come get closer," said Tom, "So you can do a better job."

I slid closer to him and decided to take a closer look at the cock I was working. Suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my neck pulling me down. "Hey!" I began to say, and I quickly found Tom's cock in my mouth. I never wanted this and struggled to get away.

Tom pushed my head down, forcing his cock to the back of my mouth and gagging me. "You can do this voluntarily, and maybe even enjoy it," Tom said, "Or I can force you to do it – your choice."

I never could have imagine being in such a condition – and having to choose between two things I didn't want. Settling for the less unpleasant I stopped struggling and followed Tom's instruction about keeping my teeth off him and moving my tongue around, and in less than a minute I felt his cock swell in my mouth and then unload it's seed.

It was strong tasting and I knew it shouldn't be in my mouth. I tried to pull off, but Tom held my head in place and said, "Go ahead and swallow – it won't hurt you."

Reluctantly I swallowed – perhaps it wouldn't physically harm me, but my pride was sorely wounded!

After I finished swallowing Tom released me and I sat up.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Tom asked.

"It was disgusting!" I said.

"But you did it really well," he replied, "You may be a natural."

I didn't say anything more for the rest of the ride. I told Tom he could just let me off at my exit, but he insisted on taking me all the way home. Well, I earned it, so I let him take me. I usually thanked guys for the ride, but not today. As I got out of the car, Tom said, "Thanks for the blowjob – I hope we can do it again."

I silently got out of the car and went insided.

I saw Mom as I went inside. "You nearly missed dinner," she said, "Wash your hands and sit right down."

I was hoping to wash my mouth out but didn't have the time. I felt really guilty about blowing Tom. I know sounds stupid, but I almost felt like my Mom could tell what I'd done – like I had the word "faggot" written on my forehead.

"Are you alright?" she asked – did she really know?

"I'm okay," I said, just a little weary of waiting so long for a ride.

"I wish you didn't have to hitch-hike," she said, "You don't know who is going to pick you up." Oh, if only she knew!

I tried to put the blowjob behind me, telling myself that it was a one-time event and I'd never do it again. I was just forced into doing it and was still perfectly straight. When I went to bed and played with myself as I often did while trying to fall asleep. Soon I was hard and stroking in earnest. I thought about some of the pictures from my brother's girlie magazines, but as I was approaching climax I remembered Tom cumming in my mouth just as I came. I had no idea why I thought of that – I certainly didn't want to!

After cumming I was ready to sleep and soon drifted off. When I awoke the next morning I was hard again and found myself thinking about sucking Tom again. That upset me, so I grabbed a girlie magazine and forced myself to think about them. I looked at a picture of a woman giving a blowjob and imagined her sucking me. I continued to stroke and my fantasy shifted to me sucking the guy and then back to sucking Tom, and then I came.

What was happening to me? I just wanted to be a normal guy turned on be girls – I never wanted anything to do with other guy's cocks, but I just couldn't get clear of them! Throughout the school day I found myself unintentionally daydreaming of sucking Tom. By the end of the day I was beginning to enjoy thinking about the blowjob and wondered if I'd ever see him again.

As I walked in my neighborhood I took notice of every car that drove by, secretly hoping for Tom's green Camero. It was stupid – I know it – I had no business desiring that, and why would Tom ever come this way again?

I was out for a walk the following Saturday and suddenly Tom pulled up next to me. He put the window down and called out, "Get in."

I had no idea what was happening to me – I seemed to have no control over my actions and found myself entering Tom's car without any power to resist. "Ready for more of my cock?" asked Tom, and I just nodded. I buckled up and Tom drove off. He got on the freeway and then got off at the next exit, which was where he lived.

Tom pulled into an apartment complex parking lot and parked in a covered spot. We walked up to his apartment and he let me in. He had a roommate, Ben, who he simply introduced me as "the cocksucker I picked up."

That embarrassed me but I knew I was in really deep now and had to just go with it.

"Get undressed," Tom said, "It's always better for a cocksucker to be naked."

I undressed and piled my clothes on a chair. "Okay, on your knees," Tom said. I dropped to my knees and soon Tom's cock was in my mouth. I wanted this and I knew it – I had to have it.

I sucked eagerly and soon I heard Ben say, "He's hard."

"That's a good cocksucker," said Tom, "You get aroused sucking cock and do a better job that way."

Soon Tom came in my mouth and took hold of my head and pulled my face to his body. "Don't swallow yet, just hold my load and cock in your mouth and stroke yourself off, like a good cocksucker.

I was very eager to cum, and soon began stroking. "When you cum, shoot into your other hand," said Ben.

Soon I came and filled my cupped hand with my load. Tom pulled out and said, now lick up your cum and swallow. I did as ordered, but by now was feeling a little guilty about all this.

I looked up and saw that Ben had been making a video of my humiliating performance. "Now suck me," said Ben.

"Uh – I don't think I should," I said, not wanting to repeat my humiliation.

"Cut the crap!" said Ben, "If you don't want your mother to see you in action, you'll open that cocksucking mouth right now.

Ben stated it so clearly, I knew I had no choice, so I took Ben into my mouth. "Stoke yourself as you suck," he said. Since I had just cum, I didn't think it would make any difference, but soon I was getting hard again.

My passion made me suck more eagerly and soon Ben started to empty into my mouth. That put me over the edge and I came as well, shooting into my hand again. Ben pulled out and I didn't have to be told what to do – I licked up my cum and swallowed the combined load.

"Okay, you can get up and get dressed," said Tom. As I got up I saw that Tom had been making a video of my sucking Ben. I knew that I was completely at their mercy.

Tom drove me back and we talked a little on the way. "You having some second thoughts about all this?" Tom asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I never intended this to happen."

"Maybe not – but you're a natural cocksucker," he replied, "And you know you NEED it. Time to accept who you really are and put forget about who you aren't. It can be our secret, but you KNOW you want it!"

"I'll pick you up each Saturday and I'll introduce you to other guys who appreciate a good cocksucker," Tom said.

I could have protested, but just nodded in agreement. As I went back to my house, I realized that I was unquestionably a cocksucker, and decided to embrace it.

From that point on, I always thought of sucking when I jacked-off. Over the next few months, Tom had me suck eight more of his friends, and made me give him my cell phone number. Lately I've been getting text messages from strangers wanting blowjobs. At first, I was a little put off, but after meeting the first guy I welcomed every text.

While Tom, Ben and a few of their friends were regulars, the random texts providing a steady stream of strangers to suck. I secretly kept a journal of my blowjobs and the phone numbers, and after six months I had blown over a hundred different guys. A few were repeats, but most were one time sucks.

I asked Tom about it, and he said he had posted my number on a website for travelers looking for blowjobs. I realized that I'd been swallowing loads from guys from all over the country!

How my life has changed wonderfully – all because of a random ride!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)