First Taste of Cum Part 271    
          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.


Developing Desire

    I'm Tommy, and I one summer I had a mutual jack-off session with my best friend Jimmy. We were fourteen at the time and spent nearly every day in July handling each other's cocks. We started out each time just squeezing and fondling each other, getting each other mostly hard. Then we would stroke to full erection. The next part was the incredible part, and I have to credit Jimmy with the idea. He would bring some hand lotion and when we were fully hard we would squirt lotion in our hands and rub it all over each other's cock heads.

Rubbing the head with one hand and stroking with the other led to an amazing climax – and experience we truly loved sharing. I really liked Jimmy – almost the way a guy likes a girl. I didn't understand it but kept it to myself because it felt a little strange.

Our regular meetings were the high point of the day, and I was heart-broken when Jimmy told me that he and his family were going to spend most of the month of August up north in their cabin.

It was our last jack-off session before he left and afterward, we both promised to jack-off every day and think about each other. Then Jimmy asked me something completely unexpected, "When you jack-off, think about sucking my cock."

I knew that cocksucking wasn't something straight guys normally did, but neither was jacking each other off. It seemed a strange request, but I told Jimmy I was going to miss him and would do as he asked.

Before I left, I leaned to him and kissed him on the lips. I was afraid he might pull away in horror, but he didn't, just holding his lips to mine. I pulled back and went home. I thought about that kiss and how I did it completely without thinking – I wondered what it meant. I did enjoy it and was glad Jimmy went along with it and hoped he might be open to another kiss.

The next day Jimmy and his family left for their cabin. I waved goodbye to him, wishing I could have run up to him and given him a goodbye kiss, but knew that would shock our parents. I continued to think about him, and in less than I hour I had to jack-off. I tried jacking-off in the bathroom, which was nice and private, but it seemed that almost always someone would come knocking on the door, needing to go. If only we had more bathrooms!

Finally, I found a nice place in the basement utility room, between the furnace and water heater. It wasn't as private as the bathroom, but nobody usually went there, so it was a great place to jack-off. As I stroked, I thought about that kiss, and imagined Jimmy welcoming it and really getting into it. I knew that two guys passionately kissing wasn't normal, but it felt exciting to me as I stroked. I came, and afterward remembered Jimmy's request – I'd forgotten to think about sucking him. Just the same, Jimmy inspired my climax, and I'd make a point of thinking about sucking him in the future.

The next time I jacked-off I had kind of a romantic fantasy to play out. I imagined myself walking with Jimmy, and then pausing and looking into each other's eyes. I pulled him close and kissed him and he kissed back, showing he loved it. I imagined our tongues dancing together and my hand cupping his crotch, massaging Jimmy through his jeans. Then I dropped to my knees and unzipped him, taking his cock out and sucking it. That was about all I could take for now, and quickly came, catching my load in a tissue. Afterward I felt a little ashamed for my fantasy, but soon that passed and I was so glad for our special friendship.

I would revisit the fantasy from time to time, wondering why I came up with that particular one, and wondering if it might actually happen. While I was sure I wanted to kiss Jimmy again, I wasn't so sure about sucking his cock – that seemed awfully queer to me, but I kept thinking about it.

Jimmy and I kept in contact through phone text messages. He asked if I thought about sucking him when I jacked-off and I confirmed that I did. He asked how it went and I just answered it was okay – a little vague, but I wasn't yet prepared to share what I was feeling yet.

Each day I jacked-off and replayed that fantasy – the more I did, the more I really wanted it to happen. Each day Jimmy would ask how it was going and I continued to be vague in my reply, until today. I asked if I could suck his cock when he returned.

He said that wasn't what most guys would do, but I replied that I wasn't most guys. I told him that I really wanted to suck him, and if he let me, he wouldn't be disappointed. He said he would have to think about it.

I felt really conflicted. I wanted to suck him but knew that I shouldn't. I asked to suck him and he didn't give me a straight answer – yet he’d asked me to think about sucking him when I jacked off!

Damn! I was practically begging him to let me suck him and he wouldn't give me a straight answer.

I continued the fantasy, which strengthened my desire. Our next chat went like this:


Jimmy: I'm not sure it would be right for you to suck me

Me: But I really want to, and am sure you would like it too

Jimmy: We've been best friends for a long time, and I don't want to ruin things between us

Me: As best friends, it would be a wonderful thing for us to share

Jimmy: Tommy, I don't want to be responsible for turning you into a faggot!

Me: Would you throw me away as a friend if I were a faggot?

Jimmy: Of course not, but don't want to do that to you!

Me: You asked me to think about sucking you when I jack-off

Jimmy: That may have been a mistake – I shouldn't have brought that into our friendship

Me: Well, you did, and now I want to suck you – what should a best friend do?

Jimmy: I'm feeling really guilty about this – can you understand?

Me: Maybe a little, but I really want to suck you – can you understand?

Jimmy: Yeah, and I'm sorry

Me: Jimmy, PLEASE

Jimmy: Let's talk tomorrow.

It wasn't a "yes", but it wasn't a "no" – I sure hoped I could get him to "yes".

As we chatted over the next few days I tried to convince Tommy. As my desire grew, so did my frustration. Finally, on the last day before his return I got his answer.

Jimmy: I'm pretty nervous about this, but you can suck me

Me: Thank you! I'll do my best for you

Jimmy: No doubt, but I'm worried about it messing up our friendship

Me: I hope it will strengthen our friendship – lets try to make that happen

Jimmy: Tommy, I'm still sorry I got you into this, but will try to make this work

Me: Thank you! Have a safe trip back

Jimmy: bye


Suddenly I realized that I didn't know the first thing about sucking cock – except that I wanted it. When I suck Tommy I want him to enjoy it and didn't want to be fumbling around. I got online and googled "fellatio techniques" and got over a hundred hits. I didn't have time to view them all but read many with interest. There were so many techniques I feared I would never learn what I wanted. After awhile I found an article that said the main thing was to move the tongue around and keep the teeth off the cock – especially the sensitive head. I wasn't sure how to do that, but it must be possible. I went to bed that night, hoping I could do a good job for Jimmy.

Jimmy returned the next day, but arrived late, so we didn't have a chance to get together. He came over the next morning, and I invited him in and took him down to the basement utility room. There, alone, I said, "I've missed you so bad!"

"I missed you to," replied Tommy, "And while I was gone my desire for you has grown – I really care about you and want our friendship to blossom!"

"Me to," I said, drawing closer to Tommy's lips, while a little timid to proceed.

Tommy wasn't timid though, and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue parting my lips. I couldn't have been happier, kissing in this manner. I reached for his crotch and was delighted to find him hard. I gently squeezed his cock as I looked into his eyes and said, "Jimmy, I care about you so much, and really want this to be the next step in a growing friendship."

I dropped to my knees and unzipped Tommy. He took out his cock and said, "I want this too, and want it to further strengthen our friendship."

I took him into my mouth and it was even better than I had imagined. I knew Tommy's cock belonged in my mouth and I wanted him there often. As I sucked I looked up and made eye contact. Tommy smiled at me and put his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair as I sucked.

It was a few minutes of absolute bliss! I don't know how long it lasted, but when I felt Tommy pumping his hot seed into my mouth, I knew I'd done well for him. The taste was strong and surprising, but I felt I had waited for this for so long, and gladly swallowed my best friends load.

I stood up and said, "Thank you!"

Tommy was surprised and replied, "I should be thanking you."

"We’re best friends," I said, "And we help each other out."

Tommy pulled my head to him and kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth. We kissed that way for about a minute and he said, "I didn't realize I tasted like that."

"I love your taste," I affirmed, "And want to taste you every day!"

"It's yours as often as you want it," Tommy replied, and we went out and did the usual things friend do. Our friendship was strengthened by this, but we were careful to always be discrete in public.

Still we often found places that offered some privacy, where we could kiss, and I could give Tommy a quickie!

Tommy never offered to suck me, and I'm glad of it – I can suck enough for both of us!

Special thanks to my online friend Timothy Rhodes, for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

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