First Taste of Cum Part 352    
          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.


Black Seduction

    I 'm a married white guy who is completely straight, but I also love to suck black cock. That may seem like a contradiction, but it makes perfect sense (at least to me).

It all started in high school when I was fourteen. My high school was mostly white, with about a fifth black students, and a mixture of Asians and a few hispanics. While we all were in class together, the whites and blacks rarely mixed socially. I did see a few white guys who liked to hang out with black guys, but that wasn't very common.

I did befriend a black guy named Lee who lived near me, and we began to hang out together. Because we lived close to school we walked – the school busses were reserved for students further away. There was a path through the nearby woods that was a nice shortcut, and we often walked it together.

One day Lee stopped and said, "I gotta take a leak." He and I unzipped and turned away from each other, because guys just don't look at other guys cocks. I zipped up and turned toward Lee, who had his back to me. Then he completely surprised me and turned toward me, showing me his cock.

I'd never seen a black cock before, and my eyes were glued to it. It was a lot like mine, except black and absolutely HUGE! I don't know how long I stared at it before realizing what I was doing. Blushing, I turned away and said, "Sorry – I just never saw one before."

"It's okay," said Lee, "You have a right to know what it looks like, since we're good friends – come a little closer."

I felt really conflicted. This wasn't something I should be doing, but I was strangely drawn to it. I stepped close to Lee and looked at his cock once again and then looked up at him.

Lee was smiling and said, "It's okay to touch it if you like – go ahead."

I'd never touched anyone else's cock before, and never wanted to, but this was somehow different. I timidly reached out and took Lee's cock in my hand and gently squeezed it. It responded by growing, which I found thrilling, even though I should have expected it. As it grew, I began to stroke it, just as I often stroked myself.

"You can get a better look on your knees," said Lee, placing his hands on my shoulders and gently pressing down. I could have resisted, but somehow wasn't thinking clearly, and soon was on my knees with Lee's cock just inches from my face. I studied the contours of his cock as I stroked him, and soon he said, "Open your mouth."

Without thinking I opened my mouth and Lee slipped his cock in. It was too big to fit all of it into my mouth, but the head and a couple inches of the shaft were in. It was an amazing experience. I never would have expected to be in such a position, but I recall thinking how right his cock felt in my mouth.

My conscience tried to tell me this was wrong, but it just felt like the way things were supposed to be. Lee told me I was doing well and told me to suck while moving my tongue around. I was in a dream-like state, not entirely comprehending what was going on, but simply engulfed in this joyful experience.

I don't know how long that went on before Lee said, "I'm gonna nut – get ready!"

Soon his already-huge cock enlarged a bit more and he began to pump his seed into my mouth. It was very strong tasting – completely unlike anything else. Then it hit me – I'd just given Lee a blowjob!

Lee put his hands on my head and pulled me to him, saying, "Now just hold it in your mouth and learn to like it."

As I held Lee's softening cock in my mouth the taste seemed to improve, and then he told me to swallow. I did as he pulled out and he thanked me.

"I don't know what came over me!" I blurted out, "Please Lee, don't tell anyone."

"It's okay," said Lee, "This is just between us."

"Lee, you have to believe me," I said, "I'm no faggot – I'm completely straight!"

"Of course you’re straight," agreed Lee, "But even so, you've just learned how many white guys love black cock."

"I should never have done that," I said.

"You feel bad about doing it?" Lee asked.

"I feel absolutely humiliated," I confessed, "And could have destroyed our friendship."

"I just wanted to share something really special with you," explained Lee, "and do it completely out of friendship, which I want to continue."

"Okay," I said, "But I'm not doing this again!"

"No problem," assured Lee, "You don't have to – just tell me if you ever want to again."

"I won't," I affirmed, "I'm sure of that!"

We continued home, without much to say. The thought of what I'd done replayed continually in my head – especially the part about Lee cumming in my mouth. Even though I swallowed, I still had an aftertaste remaining.

I got home and brushed my teeth, removing all traces of Lee. Later that evening I found myself thinking about the taste of Lee's cum. While I knew I'd never suck him again, I found myself thinking a little fondly about the experience and remembering that unmistakable taste.

At bedtime it was my custom to jack-off. It was a nice way to end the day and made it easy to fall asleep. I thought about girls in my school, as usual, but as I approached climax the thought of Lee's cock in my mouth took over, and as I imagined him cumming, that sent me over the edge and I climaxed, much more strongly than usual.

I felt a brief rush of guilt as I realized that it was sucking Lee that made me cum, but soon I drifted off to sleep.

The next day I started off for school later than normal, wanting to avoid walking with Lee. In school I saw him, and nervously approached. How could things ever be the same between us? "We cool?" Lee asked, and I nodded, and for the rest of the day nothing was said about my sucking him.

It was as if he' forgotten all about it, but I sure hadn't. I hoped that I could just put the experience behind me, but I couldn't. Whenever I saw Lee, I couldn't help thinking about his cock. Was I turning queer? I thought about what Lee had said – that a lot of white guys like black cock.

To me, that just meant that there were a lot of white faggots who liked black cock. But I didn't want to be a faggot, though in truth I really wanted to suck Lee again.

That night once again I jacked-off, but this time I started thinking about sucking Lee, and soon came. I drifted off to sleep, wondering what I should do about my feelings.

The next day at school I was with Lee, and as usual thinking about his cock. I decided to stop pretending – it was tearing me apart. "I want to do it again," I told Lee.

"Do what?" Lee asked.

"You know," I said, "What we did before."

"If you want it, you have to tell me exactly what you want to do," stated Lee.

"I want to suck your cock!" I whispered.

"Okay," agreed Lee, "You can suck me on the way home as long as you ask for it again."

It was done – well, sort of. I told him, but now I'd have to experience the humiliation of asking him to let me suck him yet again. I thought about it the rest of the day and got really horny thinking about it.

Finally, as soon as we entered the path through the woods, I gathered all my courage and said, "Lee, I want to suck you cock!"

Lee turned to me and smiled, unzipping his pants. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand, stroking him to erection and then taking all that I could into my mouth.

Once again, I experienced the wonderful feeling of knowing that this was right – the way things should be. I explored Lee, running my tongue over the contours of his huge cock. Time stood still for me as I sucked Lee for the second time – but this time out of desire, and with no regrets at all.

Soon Lee came in my mouth once again, and I welcomed his manly taste. I held his load in my mouth for a few minutes but had to swallow so we could talk.

"Lee," I said, "I admit that I really liked that, but need you to keep this between us."

"I promise not to tell anyone," assured Lee.

For the next few weeks, I sucked Lee every day on the way home from school. On weekends I'd usually suck him twice a day, in various locations. We made kind of a game of it to find new places for me to suck him.

One time we weren't quite careful enough, and another black guy from school saw us and approached. I didn't even realize it until I swallowed Lee’s load and he pulled out. Then I saw Ben standing nearby with his cock out.

Without giving it a second thought I took Ben into my mouth. He was big, like Lee, but his cock had a little different shape. I didn't know it at the time, but was beginning to learn that cocks were as different as faces, and I could actually recognize some guys by the way their cocks feel in my mouth. I had really learned to love sucking Lee, but it had become a little routine, but sucking Ben was especially exciting. Soon he came in my mouth. His load tasted a little different from Lee's but had the unmistakable flavor of cum just the same.

Ben thanked me and I asked him to keep it secret, and he agreed.

I continued to suck Lee regularly, but couldn't help but think about Ben, and began to wonder what other cocks were like.

One day I said to Lee, "I kind of liked sucking Ben as well, and wondered about sucking other guys too."

"It's actually very common for white guys to suck lot's of black guys," Lee offered.

"It's just that I don't want word getting around school that I'm a cocksucker," I said.

"Of course the guys you suck would have to know," countered Lee.

"Sure," I said, "But nobody else."

"We guard the identity of the white guys who suck us," explained Lee, "Eventually all the black guys may know, but no others – would that work?"

"You mean ALL the black guys could know?" I asked.

"Sure," Lee agreed, "But that works to your advantage – they know you suck and will come looking for you."

I liked the idea of that, and Lee agreed to put the word out. Within a few days I had black guys I'd never met asking me for blowjobs. Together we discovered many places where a blowjobs could be done – between the bushes behind the building – beside the trash dumpster – in a vacant classroom during lunch. It became a real adventure!

I continued to suck Lee every day out of respect for our special friendship, but soon gave multiple blowjobs a day to anyone offering me their cock. I didn't keep score, but by the time I graduated I'd sucked every guy who offered me his cock – I must have swallowed a couple of gallons of cum!

Now I'm married but still suck black cocks daily. I work it into my daily routine and my wife never suspects. I love her and would never tell her, but when we make love I actually think about sucking black cock!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)