First Taste of Cum Part 349    
          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.


Lost Bet

    I 'm Steve, a high school junior with a mean poker game. My best friend, Mike and I play all the time and we are pretty closely matched. I think we may soon be good enough to play professionally and make some big money. Over the years I've learned to read Mike pretty well and could usually tell when he was bluffing – most of the time, that is.

One day we were playing a close game and I'd bet all that I had, and then Mike raised. Since I had nothing left to be, I couldn't call. I was sure Mike was bluffing, but I'd forfeit if I didn't call. Damn! I knew I had the winning hand.

Mike surprised me when he said, "Can't call? I'm a good sport, so let's change the stakes. I'll withdraw my raise and instead bet a blowjob."

"You gotta be shittin' me!" I said, "What kind of bet is that?"

"One you are too chicken-shit to take," Mike replied, "Of course you probably don't have a winning hand anyway."

"Okay, let me make sure I got this," I said, "If you win, I blow you, and if I win, you blow me, right?"

Mike nodded, and I imagined him sucking me off. I'd never had a blowjob, but I'd heard it was the absolute best way a guy could cum – I just never thought I'd be getting it from him.

"You're on!" I said, "I could sure use a blowjob."

Mike grinned – I wondered how long he'd be smiling once I beat him and whipped out my cock.

I layed down my hand and said, "Let's see what you got!"

To my astonishment, Mike's hand beat mine. I was sure he was bluffing, but the bastard faked me out!

I suddenly felt sick – what had I gotten myself into? Mike saw my obvious distress and said, "Steve, I know you would never welch on a bet, but we can do this some other time if you like."

"Mike, you know I'm completely straight," I pleaded. I'd do it if I had to but hoped he would let me off.

"Steve, this is just between us," Mike said, "Nobody else will ever know."

I sure was in a bind. I just couldn't welch on the bet, but to suck a cock?

"We'll do it some other time," said Mike. I got up to leave, but realized that the more time I had, the more I'd be worrying about it.

"No, let's get it over with," I said, "Tell me what to do."

Mike went over to the couch and dropped his pants, then sat down. He motioned me over and I knelt on the floor, between his knees. He was stroking his cock until he was fully hard, and said, "Okay, just open your mouth and suck this – move your tongue around as you do."

I took him into my mouth. It wasn't all that bad, except for the extreme humiliation. I began to feel confident that I'd get through this – I just had to finish. Then it hit me that Mike would be cumming in my mouth – that I really dreaded.

"You're a pretty good cocksucker," Mike said, further humiliating me, "You could be a real natural."

I just continued to suck, wishing this was over.

Mike put his hands on my head and force his cock deep into my mouth as he shot his load into my mouth. It was strong tasting – unlike anything I ever tried. He held my head as he unloaded and said, "Swallow and you're done!"

I swallowed, but still had an aftertaste that stayed with me.

I pulled off and Mike surprised me by saying, "That was wrong – you better go now."

After all that humiliation, he was kicking me out! I left abruptly, thoroughly pissed by all of this.

I went home, feeling cheap – I'd just done something no straight guy would ever do – but I did it! I told myself that I was forced into it, but in my heart, I realized I'd done it voluntarily. I sure hoped Mike would keep it between us, but I wasn't entirely sure.

But what the hell was with him telling me to leave? I'd just done something really nice for him – he should have shown some appreciation – throwing me out was just plain rude – that was no way to treat a friend.

I tried to put it out of my mind and was able to until bedtime. I usually jack-off at bedtime – it's a great day to end the day and it helped me get to sleep. I started my usual fantasy about a hot cheerleader at school. She had tits I longed to get my hands on. Everything was going fine, but as I approached climax I began to think about sucking Mike. I didn't want to, but it just popped into my mind. I tried to flash back to the cheerleader but sucking kept coming back. I came just as I remembered Mike cumming in my mouth.

With my climax ruined I drifted off to sleep. The next day I avoided running into Mike. We had different schedules, so it was easy enough. Throughout the morning I found myself daydreaming about cocksucking. I imagined myself doing it and enjoying it. I suddenly realized what depravity this actually was, and quickly forced it out of my mind. I really needed all this to go away.

At lunch time Mike found me and said, "Steve, I'm so sorry – I should never have proposed such a stupid bet – I never wanted it to come out like this."

"Neither did I," I agreed, "The whole damn thing continues to haunt me."

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mike asked. I thought about telling him to blow me, but I knew that wouldn't fix anything.

'You gotta keep this between us – no matter what!" I said.

Mike quickly agreed, and invited me to play poker after school today. I agreed, hoping it would take my life back to something close to normal.

That day after school we played poker and it was a lot like before. I didn't bring up the blowjob, but Mike insisted on talking about it.

"I should never have imposed on our friendship like I did," he said, "I knew I had an almost certain winning hand and frankly didn't think you would take such a stupid bet – but you did."

"Mike, I'd rather not talk about it," I said, "It was stupid of me to take the bet, but I stood by my word. Just one thing though – I thought you liked the blowjob, but why did you treat me so mean afterward?"

"I did like it – it was fantastic!" agreed Mike, "But when I came, I had this sudden wave of guilt, and I realized it was all wrong, and just wanted to escape. Since this is my place, the only escape was to have you leave. That was really inconsiderate of me, and I'm so sorry."

"I hadn't thought about it that way," I said, "I thought the reason you kicked me out was that you didn't want to be around a faggot."

"No way was I thinking that!" Mike insisted, "If anything I have more respect for you – making good on a stupid bet – few guys would have done that."

"Thanks for explaining," I said, "I guess I had it figured all wrong."

"So will you forgive me?" Mike asked, "It will be like it never happened."

"I forgive you," I said, "But it's not something I can just forget."

We continued playing, but I couldn't help but think about Mike's cock. It was strange – for some reason it would just pop into my head – I would recall what his cock looked like, but that was all – just the image of it.

You just can't tell your brain not to think about something – it just gets worse if you do. So I just tried to focus on the game. Mike noticed that my game was a little "off", and suggested that we quit for today and resume another time. I agreed and went home. On my way I continued to think of Mike's cock, but now I was thinking about sucking it. What troubled me was that I enjoyed those thoughts when I should have been rejecting them!

That night when I jacked-off, Mikes I embraced the fantasy of Mike's cock and fondly recalled sucking him. I pumped my cock wildly, anticipating his load, and when I imagined him cumming I shot my load. I felt a little guilt after I came, but it passed quickly. I lay there, and before drifting off to sleep wondered if I'd ever have a chance to suck Mike again.

In the morning I woke with a raging hard-on and quickly pumped myself to climax – inspired by the thought of sucking Mike. But that wasn't the end of it. All through the school day I thought about sucking Mike and wondering how I could arrange to do it again.

Mike and I played poker again, but my mind wasn't on the game. After three hands that I'd played poorly and lost, Mike said, "What's on your mind? It sure isn't on the game."

"Mike, we've been friends for a really long time," I began, "But I don't know how to say this."

"You can say anything you want," Mike replied, "Don't hold back."

"You said that my sucking you would be just between us," I said, "Is that forever?"

"Sure!" he assured me, "I'll never tell anyone."

"Even if I suck you again?" I asked, and suddenly realized I should never have said that.

Mike just stared blankly at me, and I quickly followed with, "I shouldn't have said that."

"But you did," Mike insisted, "Do you really want to suck me again?"

I'd been fearfully keeping this to myself, but now it was time to open up, so I replied, "Mike, I don't know why, but I haven't been able to get it out of my mind – yes, I want to suck you again!"

I couldn't look Mike in the eyes – was I turning into a faggot? "This is getting weird," I said, "Mike I'm just do damn confused."

"I don't know what's going on," said Mike, "Maybe it was a hidden part of you all along, and we just 'woke it up' when you did it, so now you want more."

"Whatever the reason," I admitted, "I can't get it out of my mind."

"Okay Steve," said Mike, "If you want to do it, I'll keep it just between us."

Mike stood up and unzipped. I followed him to the couch, where he unbuckled and dropped his pants. As he sat down, I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. Yes, this was definitely something I wanted – forbidden or not! I can't explain it, but it just felt so right to have Mike in my mouth, and I knew I wanted a lot more of this. I moved my tongue around his cock head, learning every curve of his manhood. It was all over much too soon as I felt Mike's cock enlarge slightly before pumping his hot load into my mouth. I welcomed the strange taste, hoping I'd get a lot more in the future. I held his cock in my mouth, not wanting it to get away, but eventually Mike pulled out and thanked me."

"That was really great!" he said, "And I didn't feel any guilt this time – I guess because you wanted it too."

I thanked Mike for indulging my perversion, and hoped we could do it again.

I left for home, this time happy to be thinking of Mike's cock.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)