Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2016 09:49:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 67 First Taste of Cum (part 67) 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. –––––––––– Brotherly Love –––––––––– I'm Ron, a 12 year old guy now in my second year in a Catholic boarding school, run by the Christian Brothers of Ireland. It was a very conservative environment, so you wouldn't expect much fun going on. But as they say, "boys will be boys" so we found fun where we could. Just before Christmas a small group of us did some exploring underneath the drama stage. We found a crawl space where wrestling mats were kept and we poked around in the near-darkness. One of the boys said we should check out each other's cocks – why I didn't know, but it was just one of the stupid things that boys do. So there we were, about six of us showing off our cocks, and carefully inspecting each other, but careful not to touch. After we crawled out I didn't give it any further thought, and certainly didn't expect anything to come of it. However, that night Brother Murphy came to my bedside and asked me to come with him. He signaled for me to be silent, so I quietly accompanied him to an unoccupied room. He closed the door and calmly said that he knew about what was happening under the stage today. I didn't know exactly what he knew, but someone must have ratted us out. I decided to just go along but not volunteer anything, since I didn't know exactly how much Brother Murphy actually knew. Brother Murphy sat me on his knee. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. If he was going to spank me he could easily flip me over, so I felt a little vulnerable. "Do you understand what you boys were doing?" he asked. "Not really," I responded, "we were just messing around." So far I hadn't given anything away, so I wasn't ratting on anyone myself. "Have you ever done this before? What did you think about seeing the other boy's cocks?" he asked. Shit! He knew exactly what we were doing! I prepared for the worse, but tried to make light of it. "Today was the first time," I said, "and it was kind of interesting to see some of the differences, since we normally only see ourselves. It was actually kind of disappointing to see that we were all so small." "You boys are still young, but your cocks will grow a lot as you mature," Brother Murphy in a calm voice. I started to feel more comfortable, realizing I wasn't in trouble. "Have you ever seen an adult cock?" he asked. I confessed that I had not. "Would you like to see mine?" he asked. "Yes," I said, "If it's alright." This sure wasn't going as I had expected. Brother Murphy moved me off his lap and took his cock out. It was soft but it was huge. I hoped that I would one day big that big. He was uncircumcised, which I didn't entirely understand, but I couldn't see his cockhead under the loose foreskin. "You may touch it if you like," Brother Murphy said. I had never touched another guy's cock before, not even the boys under the stage, but I was excited to reach out take him in both hands. Brother Murphy encouraged me and I began to stroke him and his cock hardened. I watched with fascination as the foreskin parted and the head began to emerge. By the time he was fully hard he was 7-1/2 inches long, but it looked enormous to me. I continued to stroke him, though awkwardly because this was all so new to me. Brother Murphy guided me, telling me how to reposition my hands, where to squeeze and how hard to stroke him. He began breathing hard and said he was going to cum. I didn't understand but just kept going. Soon his seed came shooting out of his cock. It shot right at me but I dodged it and it missed me. I had never seen anything like this, but I knew it must be something really important. I had never cum yet myself, and this seemed very strange to me. Brother Murphy smiled and thanked me, saying I had done very well indeed. He took me back to bed and said we would talk about it tomorrow. I lay there awake for a time. I thought about what I had done and knew that it must have been something very special – I needed to find out more about it. I somehow knew that this was the beginning of something unique indeed, but I didn't know how significant this would turn out to be. The next night Brother Murphy came to me and I followed him out as I had last night. This time there was no talking – his cock was hard and out soon after we entered the room. I was thrilled to get another chance and I stroked his cock with great enthusiasm and it was clear to Brother Murphy that I loved doing it, so he took things to the next step. "Ron, it would feel really wonderful if you put my cock in your mouth," he said. It had never occurred to me before to do such a thing, but in my excited state I was willing to do almost anything. As soon as Brother Murphy entered my mouth it was a life-changing experience. It was like a wonderful revelation that this was where I was really meant to be. I knew from that point on that I would always want cocks in my mouth, and that it was my purpose in life to suck men. I sucked Brother Murphy, guided by his instructions and tried to do my very best. I asked if he would be cumming again and he said he would, but it would be much nicer than last night. I sucked as he continued to guide me and soon I felt his big cock enlarge a bit and then felt his hot cum pumping into my mouth. It was a very different taste than anything I had tried before, but I knew it was a taste I would crave. Not knowing what to do, I just held his load in my mouth, savoring the manly taste. "That's very nice Ron," said Brother Murphy, "Now swallow it like a good boy." I eagerly swallowed the first of many thousands of loads. I knew even then that I would want to suck every cock I could. What I didn't know was that soon I would become addicted to cocksucking and cum swallowing. I thanked Brother Murphy for teaching me to suck him and told him that I wanted to learn to do it really well. He told me that it took practice, but I would probably get quite a bit of practice, and that other brothers would take an interest in me. The next night Brother Kelly came to see me and took me to the same room, where I sucked his cock. It was big, like Brother Murphy's but different in size and shape. I began to learn that cocks were as individualized as faces, and tried to learn the features of Brother Kelly's cock as I sucked him. After Brother Kelly climaxed, Brother Murphy entered and I sucked him off as well. It was a very joyful time of my life – learning this wonderful skill that would serve me the rest of my days! In all there were five brothers who I would suck regularly, typically two a night, but sometimes one of them would take me aside to a private room during the day. Two other boys who had been under the stage with me became cocksuckers as well, and occasionally the five brothers would have the three of us together naked, for something of a suck party. Over the next six months I became a very accomplished cocksucker, and was really proud of my developing talent. Then tragedy struck and I learned that in June my parents were taking me out of the school. I felt crushed – where would I find other guys to suck? I knew that this was a very private thing, and you can't just go offering blowjobs to people. Before I left Brother Murphy arranged a session where I could suck all five of the brothers. He told me that I had done well and that I had been called to a life of service. I would find myself often on my knees, providing relief to the many men who needed it. It was a selfless deed, which I would do without reciprocation, and every time I was rewarded for my efforts I should swallow thankfully, knowing that I've performed a truly blessed deed. It was very inspiring, but now I was going into a world with no cocks for me to suck. When you've been giving multiple blowjobs a day it's difficult to suddenly stop. I actually went through a kind of withdrawal when after a week without sucking I started to get very anxious. I felt like I want to go out and offer blowjobs to any man I saw, but I knew I couldn't do it. I may be called to be a cocksucker, but it wasn't something I could even let my mother know. I was simply called to a life of private service. That summer my mother sent me to a boys camp for two sessions of two weeks each. It was not run by religious people, and there was nothing religious about the place. On my first night there I was delighted to find that it was a very worldly place, when I saw a boy a little younger than me sucking an older guy while others watched. I didn't know how this had started, since I had just walked in on it, but I sure wanted to join in. I saw my chance when a few other boys took their cocks out and got in line. I walked up next to the young cocksucker and dropped to my knees, and soon many other boys were lining up for me. I can't recall how many blowjobs I gave that night, but I went to bed one happy cocksucker! The only dissappointment was that the boys all had small cocks compared to the brothers, but they were all really horny and came quickly, so I could blow a dozen or more boys in an hour. There were some older boys as well, along with camp counselors, all who fed me their tasty loads. There were only a couple of us cocksuckers, and we were kept busy sucking what seemed like every other boy in camp! Four weeks of nearly continual cocksucking left me clearly understanding my place in life, which I have sought to fulfill over the years. After camp I had to develop the skill of finding guys to suck, which took a while but now has paid off well. Now, in my senior years things have slowed down, but I still suck as often as I can, and never seek reciprocation – I know my place. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Many thanks to my friend Ray King for the inspiration for this story! 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