First Taste of Cum Part 375    
          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.


Personal Cocksucker

    M y name if Barry, and forcibly learned to suck from John, my older brother's best friend. Somehow he seemed to know he could have his way with me, and one night when he was spending the night at our house he slipped into my bedroom and pressed his cock head to my mouth. When I opened my mouth to object he just pushed in and said, "You know you want this, now take it!"

He held my head and face-fucked me. I was terrified and didn't know what to do. He was so much bigger than I was that I was helpless to resist, so I just took it. It seemed to last forever as he slammed his huge cock into my mouth, gagging me has he forced his way to the back of my mouth. Then he came, flooding my mouth with his hot seed. It was strong tasting and made me feel like I might puke.

"Now swallow it," he said, and I did, fearing the noise would be noticed by my parents, who were in the next room, barely 10 feet away. I swallowed, but a strong aftertaste remained. I felt so humiliated by what had happened.

"You did pretty well for the first time," said John, "But you'll get even better with practice, and I intend to give you lots of it!" "Not a word of this to anyone," he added, "Or I'll tell everyone what a cocksucker you are!"

"Now that you are my personal cocksucker," he continued, "Kiss my cock and thank it for the load I just gave you."

John had so dominated me that I couldn't refuse him, so I kissed his fat, but softening cock and thanked it – how could this be happening to me?

He walked out and left me sobbing to myself. Now I was a cocksucker, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I drifted off to sleep with John's manly taste still in my mouth.

The next day I couldn't bring myself to look John in the eyes. Making eye contact would just reinforce the humiliation he forced upon me. After breakfast he took me out into the garage and unzipped, taking out his big cock. He told me to get on my knees and do my job. I knew all-too-well what that was and dropped to my knees, opening my mouth.

"Now that's a good cocksucker," John said, as he slipped into my mouth. I felt so humiliated to be called a cocksucker, though I knew it was true.

"Last night I did all the work," he added, "But now it's your turn, and you better show me how much you love it!"

I had no idea what to do, but John directed me to move my tongue around as I sucked him, and once again he filled my mouth with his cum. It was strong tasting, though not quite as bad tasting as last night – perhaps I was getting accustomed to the taste. John stayed in my mouth until he was done pumping and then pulled out. I swallowed without being ordered to – I knew it was expected.

Just like last night, I brought my lips to Johns huge cock and kissed it, and said, "Thank you."

John smiled and said he was glad to have me as his personal cocksucker, and intended to keep me well-fed. "Just remember that you have to suck me any time I want, and if you don't I'll tell everyone you are a faggot who hit on me."

Of course I knew that wasn't true, but dared not refuse John. John's enjoyment of me went far beyond the blowjobs I gave him – he delighted in tormenting me. When I would see him in public he would often rub his crotch and smile menacingly at me. That became the secret code for me to follow him wherever he would lead me and suck him. Sometimes it was in the woods, or in his car, or a storage shed. Anywhere he offered me his cock I had to suck him. I was terrified that one day he would make me suck him while other people watched. That never happened, but I lived in fear of it!

John was a football player and a very popular guy. My parents liked him, and he would often come over even when my brother wasn't home. He would find me and make me blow him. I tried to talk him into going elsewhere, but he insisted on my blowing him in my own home, near family that might catch me at any time! He even began to moan as his climax approached, making me fear discovery all the more.

John would have me come to his house and blow him in his bedroom. His father would see me arrive and go to John's room. He was polite with me at first, but over time must have figured out that I was John's personal cocksucker (or maybe John told him). One day he said, "I guess you are taking good care of my son – it looks like he's keeping you busy." I was so embarrassed but could think of no suitable response.

After a while he stopped being polite with me, and just shook his head in disgust. I just hoped he wouldn't say anything to my parents.

John had a girlfriend, and that decreased my sucking, but whenever John needed it, I did my duty. This continued for ten months, until John graduated, and joined the Army. At first it was a great relief, but in time I began to miss sucking him. I didn't like the way John treated me but had grown to enjoy sucking him and swallowing his load. Now that he was gone, I felt a real sense of loss.

I considered trying to find other guys to suck, but it just seemed too risky. I tried to put it all behind me and take up a straight life, dating girls. Even though I'd blown John perhaps a hundred times or more, I just chalked it up to adolescent foolishness. For a couple of years, I dated women, but could never make the desire for cocksucking go away. I spent years trying to deny my deep-felt desires, before finally giving in to them, and finding other guys to blow.

As much as I loved feeling anyone’s hot cum shoot into my mouth, my deepest desire was to reconnect with John.

Now John is married with a couple of kids. I stay in touch with him, hoping to resume my role as his personal cocksucker. I tried my best to interest him but didn't have the courage to ask him directly. I'd hint around by saying "Remember when ..." but he would just change the subject.

John had never played fair with me. He forced me to be his cocksucker, and now he refuses to give me what I need – what I've earned. I will keep trying though – one of these days his wife may stop putting out and I'll have my old job back again!

Special thanks to my online friend Michael, for providing the inspiration for this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)