First Taste of Cum Part 424    
          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.


Talked Into It

    I 'm Paul, a fourteen-year-old straight guy with some not-so-straight experiences. I really like girls, though I must admit that I really don't understand them. My same-sex experiences happened when I let Mark, my new friend talk me into something I should never have agreed to do.

I had just moved into the neighborhood and met Mark, my next-door neighbor. He was sixteen and had a car – That gave him freedom the rest of us didn't have, and he welcomed me to share that freedom. I was hooked and I rode around with him a lot.

One day as we were riding, the conversation took a strange turn when he asked, "You ever suck a cock?"

Startled, I hesitated at first, then emphatically replied, "Never – I'm completely straight!

"I am too," Mark agreed, "But I can't help but wonder why some guys do it."

"I guess because they are gay," was my off-the-cuff response.

"Yeah, but why would they suck a cock?" Mark responded, "It seems like such an unlikely thing to do."

"Why does anyone do anything?" was my simple-minded reply.

"It's obvious why guys like being sucked – it's maybe the very best way to cum," Mark observed, "But what's in it for the sucker?"

"I guess it's just a mystery," I replied, and our conversation turned to another topic.

A couple of days later we were driving around again, and Mark pulled over and said, "I gotta take a leak."

He pulled off the road next to a wooded area and we walked in. He unzipped and began to pee, and I did the same. Stupid as it was, we each tried to go the longest distance, for which there was no clear winner. Then he caught me totally by surprise when he reached over and took my cock in his hand and fondled me. I'd been fondled by girls before, but Mark did it in a very deliberate manner that soon had me hard and aroused.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, and I nodded in agreement, "Squeeze mine," he continued.

I normally would never have done it, but in my aroused state I wasn't thinking very rationally, and soon had his cock in my hand, squeezing and stroking until he was erect.

"That's great!" Mark said, "Just keep going." I did, and soon he was cumming, shooting his load on the ground. That stunned me back to reality as I realized that I'd just jacked him off, something straight guys just don't do.

Embarrassed, I let go and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Sorry?" questioned Mark, "I'm sure not – you can do that any time you like."

"I'm straight!" I insisted, "Remember?"

We both zipped up and returned to the car saying nothing more about what happened.

Nothing more needed to be said – but it made a huge impression on me. I found myself thinking about handling Mark's cock – something entirely new to me, but strangely exciting. Most of the time just the thought of it offended me, but when I jacked-off it popped into my mind, and soon became part of my nightly fantasy.

Mostly I would think of some of the girls I dated, or some women from porn, but my thoughts always returned to stroking Mark. Once I came, I felt ashamed, and rightfully so. I put the depraved thought out of my mind – until the next time.

Mark said nothing more about it for a couple of weeks, and then one day while driving he mentioned that he really wanted me to handle him again. I reminded him that I was straight, but he persisted. As he drove, he unzipped and took out his cock. I was about to tell him to pull over so I could get out, but as I watched him stroke his cock to erection, my interest began to grow.

"Go ahead and take it," he said. I reached over and began to stroke him. He became fully hard and began to moan. Then he pulled over and said it was dangerous to cum while driving. "Got any tissues?" I asked, realizing that Mark probably didn't want to shoot his load on the car interior.

"Let's get out," Mark said, and we got out of the car and walked behind some neaby bushes, where we had some visual privacy. I knew he wanted me to make him cum, and I should have backed off while I had a chance, but I was weak, and went along with it.

"I sure wish you'd suck me," Mark said, and a vehemently refused, threatening to stop if he kept pushing me. Mark was silent and I continued to stroke him to completion, enjoying the experience, and watching with pride as his load shot through the air.

We returned to the car and Mark thanked me, telling me I handled his cock really well and he was grateful to me. I felt some mild shame as I realized that I actually enjoyed doing it, but tried to put it out of my mind. At bedtime, when I would normally jack-off, Mark's cock continued to play a big part in my fantasy, and I was especially shamed when I came. I knew I was completely straight, yet this had been really arousing for me.

After another week Mark took out his cock again while driving and I stoked him. Soon this became a daily occurrence that I looked forward to as much as Mark did. One day we stopped at a roadside park that was wooded, with a many picnic tables. We walked over to a table not visible from the parking area and Mark told me to sit down, which I did. Then he climbed up and sat on the table before me, with his legs spread on either side of me, feet on the bench where I sat. He unzipped and I took his cock in my hand, now closer than I'd ever been, with his cock less than a foot from my face. Seeing him so closely was strangely exciting, and I stroked him eagerly.

As Mark approached climax he said, "Open your mouth." I did, but to protest, and he put both hands on my head and pulled me to him, forcing his cock into my open mouth, gagging me as he shot his load into my mouth. I struggled, trying to pull away, but Mark held me securely. I felt his cock soften in my mouth as he finished pumping his hot load. "Swallow," he said, "It's the best thing to do."

I don't know why I went along with it, but I swallowed his load. Maybe I thought it would get the ba taste out of my mouth. "That was really great!" Mark said, as we returned to the car. I knew I'd crossed a line I never should have, and certainly never intended to, but felt strangely good about what I'd just done.

"You tricked me!" I exclaimed, "I never agreed to anything like that!'

"But you liked it, didn't you?" he responded.

I was silent for a time, and Mark said, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I just got a lot on my mind."

"I'm sorry I forced you at the end," he said, "I just couldn't help it."

"Neither could I," I said. The taste of his load was still in my mouth – it hadn't gone away when I swallowed. I should never have gotten into this mess. If I hadn't enjoyed stroking him it never would have gotten this far. If I didn't enjoy stroking Mark I'd have nothing to do with him after what he just put me through.

We didn't have any more discussion, but as he dropped me off at home he said, "Give it some thought – maybe you kind of liked it – maybe just a little?"

I rushed off - the worst part was that he called it right – I kind of did like it, but didn't want to admit it – even to myself.

That night my jack-off fantasy was all about stroking Mark, and when I imagined him cumming in my mouth I came – and very strongly. Soon I felt the familiar guilt and shame, but then I drifted off to sleep.

All day at school the next day all I could think about was Mark cumming in my mouth. I knew it was completely wrong but couldn't help thinking about it. When I got home I asked Mark if we could go back to the roadside park, and he smiled and quickly agreed. We went back to the same table and soon I was stroking him to erection. "Now keep your hands to yourself," I said, and Mark agreed not to touch me.

Soon Mark said, "I'm getting close," and I brought my head down to his cock, opened my mouth and let him shoot into my open mouth. I took his cock head into my mouth and licked the last drop of cum from it, and then pulled back.

"That was really great," Mark said, "I'm glad you're okay with it."

"I'm not," I insisted.

"How so?" he asked.

"I did it, but now I'm ashamed that I did," I reported.

"But why did you do it?" he asked.

"I wanted it at the time," I explained, "But when you came I realized I'd gone too far."

"Too far for what?" Mark asked, "This is just between you and I – nobody else in the world knows about it, so what harm could there be."

"I feel like you are turning me gay," I said, unwilling to make eye contact in my shame.

"You still like girls, don't you?" he asked, and I nodded, "Then you are as straight as anyone could be – you're just flexible about other things."

When he put it that way it seemed different. I wasn't quite ready to accept his cumming in my mouth as okay, but I had to admit that I liked it – in a perverted sort of way.

As Mark dropped me off at my house I said I'd see him tomorrow, and he smiled, knowing he'd be feeding more cum to me.

The next day Mark suggested that we try something a little different. Instead of taking his cock into my mouth at the end, to start out that way and make him cum by moving my tongue around. I'd already been thinking about that in my fantasies, but didn't want to seem too eager, so I hesitated.

"Okay, just hold it in your mouth for a little bit and see how that goes, okay?" he offered.

I took his cock into my mouth, feeling him continue to harden. It actually felt kind of nice and soon I found myself moving my tongue around, tracing the contours of Mark's cock, as if getting to know him. He moaned and I began moving my tongue around and after a few minutes I felt his cock begin to pulse as he began to pump his semen into my mouth.

The taste was as strong as ever, but I was beginning to warm up to it. There was nothing else in the world quite like it, and I experienced a certain satisfaction from bringing him to climax with my mouth alone.

"That was amazing!" Mark said, "How was it for you?"

"I shouldn't have done it," I said, "But I kind of liked it."

After that I sucked Mark every day and he said I was a really good cocksucker. I didn't really like being called a cocksucker – it was so dirty, but I knew Mark meant it as a compliment.

Mark was kind of adventurous and chose a number of different places for me to suck him. One time he had me suck him as he drove up to a car wash. He told me to keep my head down and nobody would know who I was. I did and knew that the carwash attendant could clearly see what was happening as Mark paid for the wash.

I was really nervous about it, but it was exciting at the same time, and Mark gave me his load before the wash was finished. I sat up and swallowed, as Mark drove back near the start of the wash and stopped.

"Let's get out," he said, "I want him to meet you."

This was definitely not what I had in mind, but I know the guy saw me blowing Mark. As we approached the entrance the attendant smiled and rubbed his crotch. Mark told him my name and said I was the best cocksucker he'd ever known and asked if he'd like me to blow him. The nerve of the guy!

I started to protest, but Mark turned to me and said, "Look, I know you love doing this, so don't play games – you'll love sucking him for a little variety. The attendant led me into an office and unzipped. I dropped to my knees and began to suck. I felt really nervous sucking a complete stranger, but it was a little exiting at the same time. Soon he shot his load and I swallowed, as he praised my work. My shame gave way to pride, knowing I'd taken charge of another guy's cock and made him cum. He thanked me as we departed.

Mark said it was good for me to have some variety and he was going to see to it that I had plenty of cocks to suck. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but soon I found out. I began to get text messages on my phone from guys I didn't know, each wanting a blowjob. I considered telling them to go to hell, but instead agreed. We each arranged a place to meet and I blew each one. I was sure Mark was behind this, but I asked each just to be sure. They all said that Mark told them that I really loved sucking cocks and was looking for more guys.

The good part was they were all older guys and not in my school, so nobody in my school knew about my cocksucking. I should have refused to suck Mark after what he did, but just couldn't resist. Mark insisted on me describing the cocks I sucked and where I sucked the guy. That seemed to really get him aroused, and he always came quickly for me.

At least I could be completely straight in my school – for a while at least. Then one day I began to hang out with Linda, a really pretty girl I wanted to make mine. We spent a lot of time together, mostly on school projects, but it was all going so well, I knew I was making progress when she invited me over to her house to study. We'd study alright – for awhile, but then I'd see how far I could get.

I arrived at Linda's house and she welcomed me in. She got me a soft drink and we sat on the couch. I leaned to her and kissed her cheek and began to move to her lips. I began to feel her breasts through her blouse when suddenly we were interrupted when her older brother, Steve arrived. I was shocked because I'd been blowing him for weeks!

Linda seemed embarrassed about our getting caught and said we would have to continue tomorrow. Steve said he would drive me home and led me to the garage. Then he turned and unzipped, taking out his cock. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him as I'd done many times before. As he came, I swallowed every drop. He pulled out and I stood up, only to see that Linda had been watching – what could I possibly say to make this right?

Linda just turned and bolted inside. I wanted to talk with her but Steve said, "It's too late – you can't talk your way out of what just happened."

Steve did drive me home and apologized for the trouble he got me into. He said he would talk to Linda and try to make it right."

The next morning at school I nervously approached Linda, hope everything would be alright. "Steve told me all about it," she said, "It sickens me to know that you've kissed me, after where your mouth has been!" It was clear that Steve's talk with Linda didn't help at all. We were through, and the very best I could hope for would be that she didn't tell anyone. I decided to talk with her one last time and ask her to keep my secret.

"There's no way I'd tell anyone," she assured me, "I'd be the joke of the school if they knew I'd been dating a faggot!" That really hurt, but I suppose I deserved that. I realize that I was in really deep, blowing over a dozen guys I'd met because of Mark. Linda kept her word, and told nobody, but I knew that my secret was very fragile, and could slip out even if only one talked. I wished that none of this had ever happened, but I had to continue blowing all the guys whenever they wanted – I had no choice.

Then one day I got good news – my father got a new job out of state, and we would be moving in just a few weeks. A new school meant a new start, and I could resume being straight, with nobody knowing my secret past.

I focused on meeting girls, leaving my cocksucking behind me, but whenever I would make out with a girl I'd think about cocksucking. Not only that, but every time I jacked-off I thought about sucking. Even though I started out thinking about girls, cocksucking always worked it's way in, and I'd usually think about them cumming in my mouth, which always triggered me to cum – and yes, all that guilt again!

I found myself longing for the taste of cum. I tried cumming in my hand, intending to lick it up, but once I came, I'd lose my nerve, so I didn't even get to swallow my own cum!

Now I was in a real fix – my secret was safe but I couldn't stop thinking about cocksucking. Not a day passed without me wanting it and jacking-off to the thought of it!

One day I was out with my new friend, Tom. We walked home from school together, taking a path through a wooded region. About halfway through, Tom stopped to take a leak. I didn't have to, so I just stood by – and watched – I couldn't help it – Tom's cock looked so good I just couldn't resist. Now it's common practice that guys just don't stare at each other's cocks – rather, they look away so nobody suspects them of staring. I'm sure I was really obvious to Tom, so he turned directly toward me and waved his cock around, saying "See something you like?"

What do you say in such circumstances? "Nice cock," was all I said.

But Tom must have sensed that there was a lot more to it, and walked right up to me and said, "Touch it if you like." I really shouldn't have, but I wanted it so badly I couldn't help but take his cock in my hand and squeeze it.

"I'll bet you know exactly what you're doing," he said, "Why don't you show me what you can do?" This was so risky, but I needed it so badly. I squeezed Tom's cock and stroked him, soon bringing him to full erection.

"I'll bet you're a great cocksucker," he said, "Show me how good you are."

I wanted to so badly, but didn't want to get into the same mess I was in before. "I'll suck you if you promise to keep it a secret and never tell anyone else!"

I dropped to my knees and soon Tom was in my mouth moaning with pleasure as I sucked. It only took a few minutes before he came, filling my mouth with that old familiar taste I'd grown to love!

"You're really good!" Tom said, "Your secret is safe with me, but you'll probably want to do more, so how about if you become my personal cocksucker?" That was perfect, so I immediately agreed. After that we walked to school together in the morning and back after school. Each morning I sucked him in the woods and again on the return trip. I was a happy cocksucker – swallowing cum twice a day but otherwise passing for completely straight. I dated lots of girls and none of them ever suspected that the lips they were kissing had hosted so many cocks!

As much as I enjoyed being Tom's personal cocksucker, and valued the way he kept my secret, I found myself desiring some variety, but dared not risk exposing my secret to others. Now when I jack-off, my fantasies include blowing a group of guys in a suck line, and my climaxes are stronger than ever.

I continue to stick with sucking Tom, but I long for more cocks, and fear that one day I may act on it.

Special thanks to my online friend, Mark, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)