Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2016 20:03:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 52 First Taste of Cum (part 52) 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. –––––––––– Milking –––––––––– I'm Jeff, a ten year old farm boy. I live on a dairy farm, so there is lots of work for everyone in the family, and we are all expected to pitch in. We have over 200 head of dairy cows which we milk using several milking machines. At one time the milking machines weren't very dependable and often broke down, so we had to milk the cows manually. Now they rarely break down, but my father insists that we all know how to milk manually, and has me milk one cow a week manually to stay in practice. One day Jim, my older brother, a senior in high school was watching me milk and said, "I'll bet you could do a nice job milking me." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You really have the finger motions down – I'll bet it feels great," Jim replied. "Sure, for the cow," I responded, "but you're not a cow." "But I'll bet you could milk this," he said, and as I looked up I saw that his cock was out and nearly hard. I didn't know what this was all about but I knew that I liked handling my own cock, and had been hard before, but mainly considered being hard to be a nuisance. I was several years away from being able to cum, and had no knowledge of it. It did seem reasonable that he might like me touching his cock, and I decided to play along. "Ok," I said, "Let's see if you have any milk in you." I took Jim's cock as if it were a cow's teet and used milking motions. Jim urged me on and told me to pull a little as I milked him. That was definitely different than milking a cow, but I followed his directions as he moaned with pleasure. "I'm getting close," Jim said, "catch it in your hand." I put my hand by the tip of Jim's cock and soon he squirted some of his milk on my hand, with some falling on the barn floor. "That was wonderful!" declared Jim, "see how you like the taste." I licked some of his milk from my hand, but it tasted a lot stronger than milk and I wrinkled up my nose at the taste. "It's different than cow's milk," Jim explained, "but gets better the more you have." I licked again, and this time is wasn't as bad – still strong, but a little better tasting. Finally I licked the rest from my hand and swallowed. "This is something we should just keep between us," Jim said, "It's a very private matter, so not a word to anyone, okay?" I agreed and went about some of my other farm work. I kept thinking about milking Jim, and found myself wanting to do it again. That night I told Jim how much I had enjoyed milking him and he said I could milk him again if I came to his bed tonight. On the farm we all go to bed early because we have to be up at 5am to for the first milking, so after the house was quiet I slipped into Jim's room and woke him. He pulled the covers away and I took his cock in my hand and stroked him to erection. "How about milking me with your mouth?" Jim asked. I had never heard of such a thing, but with Jim's guidance I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him. I knew immediately that we were doing something very special and I savored every moment of it. Since my mouth was very different from my hand I had to rely on sucking and tongue motion to milk Jim, but he guided me every step of the way. Soon Jim pumped his milk into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed it. He thanked me and I went back to my bed, re-living this precious moment as I drifted off to sleep. After that I milked Jim every day – sometimes in bed, sometimes in various locations around the farm. We made kind of a game of milking him in different locations, but always discretely. I knew that what I was doing for Jim was very personal. One day Jim asked if I would like to milk other guys. I wasn't sure, but he told me that because I was very good at it, it would be good to milk other guys for practice. I kind of liked the idea, and agreed. A few days later Jim brought over several of his friends and I milked them in the barn. They enjoyed my work and would come over a few times a week for milking. Over time Jim introduced me to several dozen guys, all of whom I milk regularly. I'm now 14 and realize that what I once thought was milking is really a blowjob, but I've come to love giving them. I am grateful to Jim for teaching me this, although he feels guilty about it and has apologized to me for making me do it. He won't let me blow him anymore, but I still blow some of his friends, and have found many more guys to blow. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org