Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2016 20:49:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 55 First Taste of Cum (part 55) 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. –––––––––– Mr. Allen –––––––––– It started during a snack about eleven in the morning. I remember it was raining hard so there was nothing to do but stay inside. My single mom would be gone for two weeks on one of her mini-vacations, leaving me with our neighbor Mr. Allen. Mr. Allen was always doing things for us so I had no reason not to trust him as I would any relative. It was the 1950s, and Mr. Allen, a retired pharmacist always wore a suit. He reminded me of the principal at our elementary school. As a boy of ten, I was in awe of Mr. Allen, even though he was always kind and gave me a lot of hugs, dropping on his knees to sweep me into his arms. My mother had told me that Mr. Allen had the same authority as her. I was to obey him, make my bed, and clean the bathroom after every use. The first time I used the bathroom I saw a bulging hotwater bottle hanging from the back of the door. Since it had a long red hose and black nozzle, I knew it was an enema bottle. I had never had an enema, but I had heard my school friends talking about them. For some reason, the thought of having that nozzle pushed up into my bum gave me a stiffy, as we called them. Anyway, we were having milk and cookies as we sat at the kitchen table watching the rain fall. "Timmy," Mr. Allen said with a frown, "tell me the truth. Have you ever played with your peepee? Now don't be embarrassed. It is perfectly normal, and at your age you should be playing with it every day." My face went red. Then I swallowed and shrugged. "None of that, Timmy," he said. "Answer all my questions completely." It was like being questioned by a principal, and as he stared at me, I couldn't lie, especially after what he had said about playing nasty every day." "Yes, sir," I finally said. "See, that wasn't so bad," Mr. Allen said with a stern smile. "And to be honest, I still play with my peepee every day. There is nothing wrong with playing with it, and I would be worried if you didn't. Now tell me how big your peepee is when it gets stiff. Show me on my finger," he said, holding up his hand. "Thicker," I finally said, pointing to his pinkie. "I'm impressed," he said. "Do you know that I could give you a stiffy in one minute?" "No," I said, not knowing what to say. "Wait here," he ordered and left the table. I was actually very nervous about this whole conversation. My tummy was doing flipflops, and I got up and got a drink of water. Then I sat down again. When Mr. Allen returned, he was carrying an inch-thick stack of large photos. He sat down and showed me the first photo. It was of a girl my age standing naked facing the camera. Her pussy slit was clearly visible and had no hair. Having never seen such pictures before, it gave me an instant stiffy. The next picture was even more shocking. A naked boy my age was standing in front of a naked old man. The trim white-haired man was only wearing black over-the-calf socks, and the boy only wore white over-the-calf socks. Both the old man and the boy had stiffies. They were standing sideways and because of the size difference, the old man's cock was pointing straight at the boy's face. Because I lived alone with my mother, I was in shock. I had never seen a man's cock, let alone one that was stiff. Of course, I had heard about "boners" as we called them. "Do you like looking at dirty pictures?" Mr. Allen asked as I stared bug-eyed at the two photos. "Uh, yes sir," I said, swallowing. "Good," Mr. Allen said. "I've got tons of them. Now, tell me the truth. Did I win my bet that I could give you a stiffy in one minute." I swallowed. "Yes, sir." "In that case, I had better check. Stand in front of me so I can pull down your pants." What could I do? Mr. Allen was a man to be obeyed. My mother had even said so. Besides, my stiffy was red hot. I stood up and looked down as Mr. Allen undid my pants and pulled them down. Then he tugged down my underpants. Naturally, my stiffy sprang into view. "Well there," he said, "it looks like I did win." Then he reached out and gripped my stiffy in his hand. "It feels real good to have a strange hand touching your peepee, doesn't it?" "Yes, sir," I replied with a squirm. It felt wonderful. He masturbated me for a minute before speaking. "Now I'm going to give you some pictures," he said, pointing to the pile on the table, "and I need you to go to your room and play with your peepee while you look at them. Can you do that for me?" "Huhu," I said, almost unable to speak. "We're going to do an experiment," he continued. "But first let's get your clothes off and have you put on a pair of white socks like the boy in the picture." He pulled a pair of white socks out of his suit-coat pocket and handed them to me. I was soon naked except for the socks and heading for my room. Mr. Allen had given me three pictures but hadn't looked at them. When I got to my room, I sat on a chair and stared wide-eyed at a boy my age with an old man's cock in his mouth. Mesmerized, I stared at the photo and masturbated. Then I looked at the next photo. This was an open crotch shot of an old man's cock and hairy balls. His pee hole was open and the cock head looked "ripe." The next picture showed a boy with cum dripping from his eyebrows and nose. There was even cum in his open mouth. Taped to the back of that photo was a typed explanation. "Bobby's friend has squirted his semen in Bobby's mouth and in his face." It went on to explain what semen was and how it made babies when squirted into a woman's pussy. It also said that when boy's swallow semen it makes them grow into strong young men. "Don't stop playing with your peepee," came a voice from behind me, and I turned to see that Mr. Allen had come into my room and was standing in a black robe and black socks. After a minute, he said, "Come here and let's compare peepees." I was totally weak with a hot stiffy, so I stood up, and he opened his rope. His cock was pointing at my face. "You have a peepee because you are a boy, and I have a cock because I'm a man," he said and knelt down and gave me a long hug. Then he picked me up and had me sit facing him astraddle of his legs as he sat down. He pushed his cock out so it touched my stiffy. I was hairless, and the differences were striking. "Now I have an average-sized cock, but the head is still a lot bigger than your peepee head, isn't it?" "Yes sir," I said, hypnotized by the sight. "That's why my cock is the master," he said, rubbing the two together. "So if it wants you to do something, you have to do it, right?" "Yes sir," I said, swallowing. "Good boy," he said. "So what it wants you to do now is get on your knees in front of this chair. Then open your mouth wide and pull your lips over your teeth. Then I need you to suck on my cock. Don't worry. That clear stuff isn't pee. It's good for you. You'll keep sucking until I squirt out my cum and make a big mess on your face and in your mouth. Just like in that picture." I got down on my knees and was soon staring at his cock and balls. His cock head had a big open pee hole. "Get your mouth open like I said and get my cockhead in your mouth," he said. I sucked him for a few minutes and then he began pumping his cum into my mouth. I gagged at first and he pulled out and sprayed on my face. He told me to stay there and reached for his camera and took several photos. He told me to swallow and I did. That was my first blowjob. I was so grateful to Mr. Allen for teaching me this important skill. After that I blew him several times a week and we became wonderfully close. After a time he introduced me to other men and they let me blow them as well. As I grew up and went through high school I would enjoy looking at the cocks of other boys in the showers, but never blew them – only grown men. Older men really appreciated my work and treated me well. Now that I am an adult I still prefer to blow men who are much older, and have plenty of them! ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Many thanks to an anonymous reader for providing this story! (I just did a little light editing.) 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