First Taste of Cum Part 400    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



This work 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.


The High Price of Brown Sugar

    I 'm Art, a fourteen-year-old white guy who just started at a new school. I'm a minority in this school, with about 30% white students, 50% black and the rest hispanic and asian. I mix pretty well, so didn't have a problem making friends – including with girls. A lot of guys have difficulty learning to relate to girls, but from the start it seemed very natural for me, so I soon was on good terms with many girls, which made getting dates pretty easy.

Of all the girls I knew, I liked Janice the best. She was a black girl with nice sized (but not large) breasts. I thought she was prettier than any other girl, and was especially impressed with her ass. It wasn't huge, like on some black girls, but substantial, and wonderfully rounded. I'm an ass-man and was intent on getting to know Janice's lovely ass!

We shared several classes and were lab partners in biology. We were well-matched and both good students. I enjoyed meeting with her outside class to work on our projects. Over time we began to get more personal, and I finally got to asking her out on a date.

She said she'd like that, but wasn't sure if Jamal, her brother would approve.

"What business is it of his?" I asked.

"My father left us, and Jamal is the man of the household," Janice explained, "My mom depends upon him."

"So let me go talk to him," I said, but Janice said it wouldn't be a good idea because he wouldn't like the idea of a white boy dating her.

I didn't think that being weak about it wouldn't work, so I insisted on talking with Jamal. I sought him out after school and introduced myself.

"I know Janice, and like her a lot," I began, "And I'd like to date her."

"Why the hell should a let a white boy date my sister?" he asked.

"Why not?" I replied, "She seems to like me."

"I run my family, and I forbid her to date you," Jamal said, "That's final, so forget it."

I was pissed, but Jamal was a pretty big guy, so I just left. I talked with Janice and we decided to see each other secretly after school – regular dates would have to wait. We often went to a local park where we found private places where we could make out, and I even got to feel her lovely breasts. I wished we could do more, but being in public was a little limiting.

One day we were making out when Jamal caught us. He'd been watching us and finally followed us to the park.

"I see you've disobeyed me," he said to Janice. He turned to me and said, "You seem to be a real trouble-maker."

"You can't stop us," I said, "We're very much in love."

"Is that so?" he asked Janice, who confirmed.

"Okay," said Jamal, "I'll make you a deal – you can date Janice all you want as long as you suck my cock any time I want. And Janice has to watch you do it."

"No damn way!" I said. Janice squeezed my hand, showing her support.

"If you love her as much as you say," he responded, "You'd prove it to her."

I continued to refuse, and Jamal grabbed Janice, and dragged her home. I was sure Jamal was trying to humiliate me front of Janice. If I sucked him, she would think I was a faggot and wouldn't want anything to do with me.

The next day Janice and I discussed it, and she completely surprised me when she said, "I think you should do it – that is, if you really want to be with me."

"What?" I responded in astonishment, "You actually WANT me to blow your brother?"

"If that is what it will take to get his blessing," she answered, "And I'd be so proud of you if you did!"

"Proud of me?" I asked, "For being a faggot?"

"You shouldn't use that word," Janice corrected me, "If you are willing to suck Jamal, I know that it is something you do for me, and I'll love you all the more for it."

"I just don't know," I said. I began to reconsider, but was unconvinced, "I'm not sure I'd feel right about it."

"Art," Janice replied, "A lot of white boys love to suck black guys. It's a lot more common than you may think. Most of the white boys in our school have tried it, and some love it – maybe you will too."

"How could I have a relationship with you if I was a cocksucker?" I asked.

"If you have to suck Jamal to be with me," she said, "I'll consider it a very noble thing for you to do."

I was unconvinced, but I had a lot to think about. The very idea of sucking Jamal offended me, but I thought I might have to just get over it. I got online and looked at some porn and looked for white guys sucking black guys. The suckers seemed to like what they were doing – I didn't get it, but that's what it looked like. I went to bed feeling really conflicted.

The next day Janice was anxious to see me. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," she said, "But if you choose to do it, I'll be completely supportive. Jamal said he wanted to know today."

"That's a lot of pressure," I said, "I love you and I'll do whatever I need to – you can tell Jamal that I'll do it – provided that he doesn't get in the way of our being together."

Janice and I went to Jamal and said we wanted to talk with him after school, and he suggested that we meet at their house. That probably meant that I'd be sucking him today, but I guess that's what I'd have to do.

Janice and I walked to her house after school and met Jamal there.

I began, "I'm willing to do it, but you only if you don't interfere with Janice and I being together."

"Hmmm," replied Jamal, "That might require a higher price. How about if I let you guys use Janet's bedroom, subject to one limitation."

"What limitation?" I asked.

"She remains a virgin," Jamal said, "You're little white dick probably wouldn't satisfy her anyway, but she stays a virgin until her wedding day."

I turned to Janice and asked, "Is that okay with you?" She squeezed my hand and nodded.

"If I agree to that, what is the higher price?" I asked.

"I might want you to suck a few of my friends from time to time, and might want to fuck your pretty white ass," Jamal replied.

"What do you think?" I asked Janice.

"It's up to you," she said, "I'm with you whatever you decide."

I sure liked the idea of being able to use her bedroom, and get a chance to see her lovely ass, and more. Finally I said, "Okay, it's a deal."

Jamal stood up and unzipped, "Ready to seal the deal?" he asked.

I glanced toward Janice, and she said, "Go for it!"

"I don't really know how to do this," I admitted.

"No problem," said Jamal, "Just get on your knees and open your mouth."

I did, and Jamal took out a cock that had to be twice as big as mine. He slipped into my mouth and all the way to the back, causing me to gag. "You'll learn to control your gagging with practice," he said, "I'll go easy on you this time."

Jamal instructed me on how to suck him, making swallowing movements with my throat and moving my tongue around. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be – just very humiliating. A fleeting thought entered my head that cocks and mouths seemed to fit like they were meant for each other, but I quickly dismissed that.

I knew that sooner or later Jamal would cum, and I dreaded that, but I had no choice in the matter. After a few minutes I felt Jamal's cock squirting his hot load into my mouth. It tasted terrible – really strong and unlike anything else. I felt like I was going to puke.

Jamal put his hands on my head, holding me firmly and said, "You have to swallow – it will get a little easier each time." I swallowed, eager to be rid of the foul taste, but soon realized that there was a strong aftertaste to remind me of what I'd just done.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jamal said, "In time you'll learn to love it." I sure didn't think so but was grateful that Jamal kept his promise and suggested that we go to Janice's bedroom – her mother wouldn't be home for another couple hours.

I got up and Janice took my hand, leading me to her bedroom. Upon arrival she closed the door and kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth. I squeezed her breasts and buns, eager to receive my reward.

Janice squeezed my cock through my pants for the first time – a wonderfully promising sign. Then she reached down and unzipped me, taking my cock out and stroking me to erection.

"You have a nice cock," she said, "Maybe not as big as Jamal, but more than big enough for me." Soon she took me into her mouth. It felt incredible – I could understand why Jamal wanted it, but I put that out of my mind and just enjoyed Janice's attention.

I came and to my surprise Janice swallowed. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me. I didn't particularly want to kiss her now, but it sure didn't seem right to reject her. I kept my lips pressed to hers, but soon her tongue darted into my mouth and I tasted my own load. I was glad she swallowed, and didn't give my cum back to me, but the taste was clear just the same.

"How does that taste to you?" she asked.

"Not so good," I replied, "But I won't refuse to kiss you after you've done something so nice for me."

Janice said she was really happy with me, and I looked forward to our relationship growing. A few days later she sucked me off once again, but this time didn't swallow. When she kissed me, she gave my load back, nearly making me puke.

After giving me a mouthful of my own cum she pulled back and said, "Just hold it in your mouth until you get used to it," she said.

"I don't get it," I said, "Why did you do that?"

"I have a confession to make," Janice said. I told her I sure wanted to know.

"It turns me on to watch you suck," she said, "And I came twice while watching you suck Jamal."

"You came watching me suck him?" I asked in disbelief.

"Guys aren't the only ones who masturbate," she said, "I suppose it's kind of kinky, but it was such a turn-on to see you sucking Jamal."

"So you like me sucking Jamal?" I asked.

"Oh Art, I love you so much for doing that for me," she said, "And hope you will grow to accept sucking Jamal."

This was a very strange relationship I found myself in. Some guys would have walked out on Janice, but I really loved her, and would do anything for her – even blow Jamal.

And so, our relationship continued, and I ended up blowing Jamal a couple times a week as Janice watched with her hand in her panties, bringing herself to climax as I sucked.

I wasn't permitted to make love to Janice in the usual way, needing to preserve her virginity, but Janice loved anal, which I quickly learned to love as well. She said that my cock felt good in her because it wasn't big, like black guys usually are.

Much to my surprise, however, I began to enjoy blowing Jamal. Sucking him got me hard, and I was glad to find relief with Janice afterward. Jamal somehow sensed that I enjoyed sucking him, and made a point of stressing that with me. Janice began to realize that as well and told me it was alright for me to suck him even when she wasn't with me.

I lied, and told her that I sucked Jamal for her, but deep down knew that wasn't entirely true. When I wasn't with Janice, Jamal asked if I wanted to suck other black guys. I should have been insulted by the question, but it intrigued me, and I said I'd think about it. I thought about it throughout the day and it made me hard just considering it. The next time I saw Jamal I told him I was interested. He said a friend of his would be getting in touch with me.

I was both thrilled and apprehensive. Was this a stupid risk? Perhaps I'd regret this but hoped for the very best.

The next day Tyrone, one of Jamal's friends approached me and invited me to his house after school. When I arrive at Tyrone's house, he greeted me and once the door was closed told me to undress. While nudity didn't bother me, I was embarrassed that my erection was clearly evident. "Looks like you're ready," he said, and told me to follow him. I entered the living room, to see five other black guys, all classmates of mine.

"Time to get to work," Tyrone said and I dropped to my knees. All the guys stood up and took out their cocks. They lined up and I took the first into my mouth. My mind was in an aroused fog, and I don't remember every detail of the series of blowjobs – just that they all pumped their loads into my mouth while telling me what a good cocksucker I was. Tyrone was last, and afterward told me to get dressed. He said they would have other guys over and I will eventually blow every black guy in the school.

I left, thrilled, but wondering if I was getting in over my head. That didn't keep me from having my most intense orgasm ever, jacking-off when I got home. I wondered how this would impact my relationship with Janice.

After dinner Janice called me and asked me to come over. I was glad to see her but didn't see Jamal. "Is Jamal here?" I asked.

"Not now," she said, "But didn't you get enough sucking today?" That caught me by surprise – how did she know? Janice led me to the living room and we sat on the couch as she turned on the TV. I was shocked to see a video of me sucking Tyrone and his friends. Janice smiled at me and said, "You really love sucking cock," don't you?"

I thought about saying something like "it's not what it looks like," but there was no use. "So now what?" I asked.

"It's fine with me," Janice said, "I came four times just watching this video."

"So you want me to keep sucking?" I asked in disbelief.

"Just as long as you have time for me," she said. "I still want your cock in my ass regularly."

Clearly our relationship was taking a different turn, but I was fine with it. Each day I would go to Tyrone's house and make a group of black guys cum. At first it was from blowjobs, but soon moved to anal. The first couple times were painful, as their large cocks stretched me far beyond my comfort zone. However, with practice I learned to take it. I knew that my orgy was being videoed and that Janice would be cumming while watching it. Afterward I would fuck Janice's pretty ass, and suck Jamal if he was there.

What I didn't know was that Tyrone was a porn maker, and he was selling my videos to a major porn film distributor. Any number of black guys I didn't even know were cumming in my mouth or ass, and now thousands of people across the country were watching me do it.

At first I was pissed to learn of the deception. I realized that in truth there had been a lot of deceptions since I first met Janice, but I realized that I liked all of it! I had developed a need for black cock – as much as I could get, and I was certainly getting a lot of it.

At school I appeared to be a completely straight white guy with a hot black girlfriend. That's how my white friends saw it. But I knew that nearly every black guy knew differently, and most of them left their cum in me!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)