Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 02:04:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 64

First Taste of Cum (part 64)

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.

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I'm Brian, a twelve year old guy just starting puberty.  Mike is about four
years older than I am and began to take an interest in me about a year ago.
When I would pass by his house he would ask "How old are you?"

I would tell him, and he would usually say "Catch you later."

That seemed pretty weird to me, but I just dismissed it.  When I was eleven
his answer changed.  He said, "You are getting pretty close now – let me
know when you can cum."

That was just as mysterious to me until I learned about cumming and
masturbation.  I tried to jack off and it felt good, but just couldn't get
all the way to cumming at first.

One day I saw Mike and said, "So what happens when I can cum?"

"Come see me and I'll give you an amazing experience," he said.

I wondered what that could possibly be, but I started to notice other kids
with Mike.  They were all about my age, or at least clearly younger than
Mike.  Maybe he was doing something they really liked.  I decided to find
out as soon as I could cum.

I continued to play with myself every day, and finally one day I came!  I
was in bed at the time and I shot cum all over the sheets.  I was worried
that my mother would find out and I'd be in trouble.  After that I made
sure I had some tissues handy to catch my cum.  I continued to jack off
every day and loved cumming.  I wondered what Mike could offer that was
even better.

After a week of being able to cum I stopped by to see Mike, but another guy
was there first.  I didn't know his name but did recognized him.  Mike told
me to come back in an hour, which I did.  He took me into his room and
asked me how I liked cumming.  I told his it was great, and he said he
would show me a way to cum that was even better.

Mike set a wash cloth on his desk and said we would need that later, and
told me to drop my pants.  I did, and my small but hard dick sprang into
the air.  "Looks like you are ready," said Mike, "it may seem small now,
but it will grow as you mature."

Mike took a bottle of hand lotion and squirted some into his hand.  Then he
wrapped that hand around my cock and rubbed.  I had to catch myself as my
knees started to buckle.  The feeling was amazing!  It only took a minute
or so and I was cumming in Mike's hand, and it was better than any I had so
far!

Mike took pulled his hand back and wiped it off with the wash cloth, and
then wiped me off.

"Wow Mike," I said, "That was great!"

"You can do it yourself," Mike explained, "But it always feels better when
someone else does it for you."

"I don't have anyone else to do it," I said.

"You can come back and see me," said Mike, "I'll be glad to give you a
hand."

We both laughed at the pun and I thanked him.

I went home really grateful to Mike, and wondered if he was doing the same
for the other guys I've seen with him.

Later that night I decided to try it myself and got some of my mother's
hand lotion from the bathroom.  It was a wonderful feeling – much better
than my usual jack-off, and I came strongly.  But it wasn't quite as good
as when Mike did it.  I decided that I would go back, just like the other
guys.  Mike must be some kind of pervert, jacking off most of the
neighborhood kids, but I didn't care.

I went back to see Mike two more times, and on the last time he asked if I
could do something for him: suck his cock!

"I'm not a cocksucker," I said, indignantly.

"It's just between us," he said, "Who else could know? Maybe you'll even
like it."

"I really appreciate what you've done for me," I said, "But I'm just not
that kind of guy."

"If you really appreciated it," Mike continued, "You'd suck me."

He jacked me off and it was just as wonderful.  I thanked him, and as I
left he said, "Think about it – it's not too much to ask."

Over the next few days the thought of sucking Mike kept popping back into
my mind. At first the idea nearly made me sick, but after awhile my
curiousity started to get the best of me.  I knew that cocksucking was a
terrible thing for a guy to do.  Nobody would have anything to do with such
a guy.  Yet I was still curious, and the more I thought about it, the more
it seemed right to repay Mikes favor.  It would be just between us, and by
now I really wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock.

I went back to Mike and told him that I would suck him.  He smiled and took
me into his room.  Mike took his clothes off and stood before me naked, his
cock partly erect.  He told me to kneel before him and he brought his cock
close to me.  "Take your time and look it over," he said, "just open your
mouth when you're ready."

Mike's cock seemed huge just inches from my face, and the more I looked the
more I wanted it, and soon my mouth was open and he slipped his cock in.
He was much bigger than I was, but he fit in my mouth well.  Mike
instructed me in how to move my tongue and I tried to follow is guidance
carefully.  Soon his cock began pumping his cum into my mouth.  I knew that
was the outcome of the sucking but still wasn't quite ready for it.  It was
very strong tasting – unlike anything I had ever tasted.  It wasn't
exactly bad tasting, but I couldn't say that I liked it.

"Just hold it in your mouth," Mike said, "Now look up here."

I looked up as he snapped a picture of me sucking him.

I started to speak but was unable to, so I swallowed his cum and pulled off
his cock.

"What the idea of the picture?" I demanded, "This was just supposed to be
between us.

"It is," Mike insisted, "But I had to be sure I could count on you to come
back for more."

"How is that going to make me come back?" I said.

"Well, just think about it Brian," he replied, "Now that I have a picture
of you with a mouthful of my cum, you are coming back, aren't you?"

Put that way it was very clear, and I nodded.

I left without Mike jacking me off, now with much to think about!

That night I got an email from Mike with a web link.  I clicked on the link
and a page came up titled "My Cocksuckers", and it had seven pictures that
clearly showed guys sucking Mike.  Below each picture was their name,
address and phone number.  At the bottom was a note saying that all of us
were confirmed cocksuckers and urged the reader to contact us for blowjobs,
and just say "Mike sent me."

I found my picture and there was no mistaking me sucking Mike's cock.
Anyone who knew me would certainly recognize me from this picture.  I was
really pissed!

I immediately called Mike and demanded an explanation.  He told me to calm
down and that it was a really good thing for me.  He assured me that none
of the kids I hang around with would see the page, other than cocksuckers
like me.  Only older kids would see it and they would protect my secret as
long as I blew them.

"I want out of this!" I insisted.

"You can't get out," said Mike, "But you'll grow to like it – just give
it a try."

"What if I don't?" I said, defiantly.

"Then your parents will see the pictures," said Mike.

My heart sank.  How could I let myself get into this mess?  I thought I was
just returning a favor and now I'm stuck sucking anyone who approaches me.

"So how long do I have to do this?" I asked.

"Well, forever," said Mike, "Most guys really get into it and you probably
won't ever want to stop."

I just hung up on Mike and went to bed.  I thought about sucking perhaps
dozens of strangers and how humiliating it would be.  As I lay there I
realized that I was rock hard, and thinking about cocksucking had done
that.  I began to stroke and soon came while imagining many different cocks
in my mouth.  I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I checked my email and found another from Mike which just
said, "I know you're upset, but just give it a chance.  Please come see me
after school."

I closed the email with disgust, but through the school day I began to
think fondly about sucking Mike and what it would be like to suck other
guys.  I went to see Mike after school and sucked him again.

Over the weeks to come a number of older guys contacted me for blowjobs.  I
blew them in a variety of places: garages, cars, woods, and public
restrooms.  They were all really nice and treated me well – I suppose
they really valued what I did for them.

I'm now in my thirties and continue to suck Mike and his friends.  The
friends have changed and some of the cocksuckers have dropped off because
they moved out of town, but many have been added.  Mike's "collection" now
numbers over fifty and there are hundreds of men enjoying their mouths.

Mike was right about my growing to like it.  I had over thirty regulars to
suck, some several times a week and some once a month or so.  I now really
appreciate what Mike has done, because I have all the cock I need without
the hassle of looking for it.  I just make sure I keep Mike happy.

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

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