Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2016 18:40:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 5

First Taste of Cum (part 5)

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.

–––––––––– Finally Convinced ––––––––––

Ben was my next door neighbor and we spent a lot of time together.  He is
black and I am white, but race really didn't matter.  Ben would often
complain that his wife didn't put out any more and he was looking for a guy
who would blow him regularly.  From time to time he would ask me if I was
interested and I quickly told him I wasn't.

As time went by I began to think about it more and more and found myself
interested.  I didn't dare tell him because I was too embarrassed, and
thought he might press me harder to actually do it.

After awhile I actually found myself jacking off while thinking about
blowing Ben.  When I was with Ben I was very careful not to let my feelings
show.

One day I went to see Ben in his basement "man cave".  His wife was away
and he was watching porn showing white guys blowing black guys.  I had
never seen anything like this and immediately felt aroused, but worried
that Ben would notice.

"Is this the best porn you have?" I asked, "why not play something with
women in it?"

"I just thought I'd try something different," replied Ben, offering me a
beer, which I accepted.

"Did you know that most white guys have a secret desire to suck black
cock?" he asked.

"That sounds like bullshit!" I declared.

"It's true!" Ben insisted, "Just watch and see if there is something you
like here."

I sat down and watched as I drank my beer.  I imagined myself in place of
the white guy on the movie and my arousal mounted.  I hoped that Ben
wouldn't notice.

After a few more beers Ben caught me rubbing my crotch and asked if I
wanted to take my clothes off.  I declined, even though it did sound like a
good idea, but I didn't dare let him see how aroused I was.

"Mind if I do?" asked Ben.

I told him to go ahead – after all it was his house.  Soon Ben stood
naked next to me.  His cock was not fully erect, but it was huge!  I tried
not to stare at it, but kept stealing glances out of the corner of my eye.

"It's normal to be curious," Ben said, "go ahead and touch it if you want."

Between the beers and my arousal I just wasn't thinking clearly, and found
myself holding his huge cock.  I had never handled anyone else's cock
before, but it wasn't so different than handling my own, which I did
regularly – only this one was so big!

Without realizing it, I had been stroking him and soon he was fully erect!

"You're doing well," said Ben, "now keep stroking."

I felt mesmerized by the sight of Ben's huge cock, and I could not let go
of it.  I certainly should have known that I would make him cum, but didn't
even think about that as I stroked him.

Soon Ben was cumming and shot a huge load in several spurts, which came
right at me.  If I should have been planning ahead and had some tissues
ready to catch the load, but instead it squirted all over the front of my
shirt and pants!

"Shit!" I said, "now what do I do?"

After Ben caught his breath he apologized and said he just really needed to
cum but never intended to make a mess on me.  He told me that I shouldn't
go home with his cum stains on my clothes, and offered to wash them for me.

I agreed and took off my shirt and pants.  He offered to wash my socks and
undershorts as well, but I declined, not wanting to expose myself that
much.

I didn't realize that standing there in my undershorts that my hard cock
was quite evident, and I tried to hide it from Ben.  I sat down while he
put my clothes in the washing machine.

He returned with another beer for me and we sat and continued to watch the
porn.  I watched dozens of white guys suck black cocks and swallow their
loads.  I felt tremendous tension with the desire I felt, and the need to
keep it secret.

"That was really unexpected," began Ben, "and it felt wonderful – I
didn't plan for that to happen."

"I'll bet you hoped for SOMETHING to happen though," I countered.

"Maybe," he replied, "and I'm glad it did – how was it for you?"

"It was ok," I admitted, "I was just curious."

"Would you be willing to do it for me again?" Ben asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I replied.

"Why not?" Ben asked, "I can see that you are aroused, and you seemed to
like it."

Even drunk, I felt embarrassed that Ben could tell.  "I just don't feel
right about it," I finally said.

"It's just between the two of us!" insisted Ben, "and nobody else ever
needs to know."

Ben sat next to me and took my cock in his hand, squeezing it through my
shorts.  It felt wonderful and I could feel my determination begin to
falter.  I let him pull my shorts right off me and soon I was stroking my
cock while he sat next to me.

"You really need to cum," Ben said, to which I agreed.

"You gave me what I really needed, and now I want to help you cum," he
said.

"Are you going to jack me off?" I asked.

"No," replied Ben, I'm going to give you something even better," Ben
replied, "something that I know you really want, but can't bring yourself
to admit.  Now kneel on the floor."

I did so, not understanding what Ben had in mind.

"Now you've gotten aroused watching those white guys blowing black guys,"
Ben said, "now I want you to just open your mouth and hold my cock in it
while you jack off.  It's not a blowjob – just something to help you
cum."

In my drunken and aroused state that actually made sense to me, so I opened
my mouth and took his huge cock head in.  Ben was right – it was what I
really wanted and I began to stroke myself vigorously.  As I approached
climax I grabbed a couple of tissues from a nearby box and shot my load
into them, continuing to hold Ben's cock in my mouth as I caught my breath.

"Now admit it," Ben said, "you really liked that, didn't you?"

I reluctantly agreed, and sat naked next to Ben.

When my clothes were dry Ben brought them to me and I got dressed.

"Now I'm not going to say anything more about this," he said, "but if you
ever want to suck me off, all you have to do is say so."

I returned home and went to bed, enjoying the memory of the evening.

I didn't see Ben for the next few days, but he, or rather his cock, was on
my mind constantly.  I jacked off every day, thinking about blowing him,
but couldn't bring myself to actually tell him.

I needed to do something, but was so scared.  I took out my cell phone and
texted him the simple message: "I'm ready".

In a few minutes I received his reply: "for what?"

It was clear that he wasn't going to make this easy, but there was no way I
was going to be explicit in a text message, so I simply replied: "to take
the next step".

His reply was brief and to the point: "stop by tonight".

When I went to see Ben, he told me that this was much too important for
there to be any misunderstanding, so I had to tell me exactly what I
wanted.

I stood there speechless, and then finally blurted out, "I want to blow
you!"

Ben smiled and unzipped as I got to my knees.  I took his big cock into my
mouth once again, but this time my focus was on making Ben cum.  He guided
me and told me what to do and soon he pumped his hot load into my mouth.
It was very strong tasting – unlike anything else I had ever tasted.  He
told me that it was good for me to swallow it, which I did.

Now I suck Ben regularly – sometimes every day.  Over the years I must
have swallowed gallons of his cum!  His marriage has improved because he no
longer resents his wife for not taking care of him.  I never would have
thought that I would be improving his marriage by blowing him.

Now, after 25 years he tells me that I am part of what made his marriage
last so long!

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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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