Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2016 18:21:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 7 First Taste of Cum (part 7) 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. –––––––––– Campground Cocksucker –––––––––– My wife, Julie, and I enjoy camping. There are a lot of people with RV trailers who think they are camping, but we camp in a real tent. We would joke about the trailers with satellite dishes and all the comforts of home. We had just arrived at the campground where we would spend the next week. After registering we proceeded to our site #47, which was a nicely wooded site. We pitched our tent and put our sleeping bags in it. I set up the camp stove on the picnic table and Julie began to prepare lunch. I excused myself to go to the men's room. A public rest room was the only concession to civilization that we made – neither Julie or I liked shitting in the woods! The lights were off in the restroom, but there was enough light to see from the few windows. I entered the first stall and sat down. As my eyes adjusted to the light I noticed a hole in the wall of the stall. That seemed odd, but I didn't give it much further thought and went about my business. In a few minutes someone else entered the restroom and took the stall next to me. Normally that wouldn't attract my interest, but soon I heard a familiar sound that told me the guy was not in here for the same reason I was – he was jacking off! I couldn't resist looking through the hole to confirm my suspicion, (inquiring minds want to know), and I saw that he was fully hard and stroking rapidly. Immediately unwelcomed thoughts came to mind – I wanted to stroke that cock and maybe even suck it. I had never done anything like that before but often fantasized about it. Of course I would never act on these weird desires, but couldn't keep them out of my mind. Suddenly the guy stood up, directly in front of the hole. I could see his hard cock just inches away and now I was getting hard as well. I pulled back in embarrassment, feeling shame for what I had been thinking. To my surprise the cock came right through the hole and was in my stall with me. I timidly reached for it and wrapped my hand around it. I had never touched another guy's cock and found that I really liked it. I was very accustomed to handling my own, so I knew what felt good and began to stroke it. "Suck it," I heard him say, but didn't dare. I just continued to stroke him and soon he shot his load. He came really hard because and hit the other wall of my stall on the first squirt, while the rest of his load ended up on the floor. "Thanks bud," he said, and got up and left. My heart was racing and my cock needed relief, so I jacked off, envisioning the cock I had just stroked – wondering what it would have been like to suck. Soon I came, and felt guilty about what just happened. I flushed and left the stall, careful not to step in the cum on the floor. As I left the restroom and stepped into bright sunlight I looked over my clothes to be sure there was no cum on them – I sure wouldn't want anyone to know what just happened. Returning to the campsite I found that Julie had lunch ready and we sat down to eat. After lunch we took a walk on one of the many hiking trails. The campground adjoined state lands, and there were over a hundred wooded acres we could enjoy. That night I set up a campfire. While we had a camp stove for cooking, we still enjoyed an open fire to sit around after dinner. Campgrounds always seemed to be especially friendly places, with total strangers just striking up conversations and willingly helping each other as needed. So I was not surprised when a man approached and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Jim, and glad to see another REAL camper." I shook Jim's hand and we talked about how camping had changed so much over the years. As we looked around, nearly every campsite had a trailer, with only a few tents to be seen. I offered Jim a beer and we sat on the picnic bench and Jim surprised me by saying, "I really appreciate the help you gave me earlier." "I don't know what you mean," I replied. "In the restroom," replied Jim, "I hoped you would suck me, but you got me off just the same." Terror struck me as I realized that my secret was out, and I replied, "That must have been somebody else." "No, it was you," Jim assured me, "You were the only one in the restroom and I followed you to this campsite." I decided to just deny it, and said, "Whoever it was, it wasn't me. I hope you find who you are looking for." Not much was said after that, and we finished our beer. Jim got up and thanked me for the beer and said, "I'm very discrete – I'm sure you don't want your wife to know." He walked off as my heart pounded. If Julie knew I liked cocks she would leave me without a second thought! Julie and I enjoyed the campfire after dinner. "Is there something on your mind?" she asked, "You've been really quiet." "No, I suppose I'm just a little tired," I replied. The truth was that I had been thinking about Jim and his hard cock, wondering what it would be like to suck him. Julie said she was going to turn in, and I said I would join her soon, but wanted to take a brief walk around the campground. It was very dark by now, with the only lights from the trailers and a few lanterns. As I walked my cell phone buzzed, indicating that I had a text message. It said, "Come to campsite #69, I need you." I thought it must be Jim, and was surprised that he had my cell number. I debated if I should ignore his text, but the thought of his cock led had taken over me. I had difficulty finding campsite #69, because it was not with most of the other sites. I shined my flashlight on a sign that said, "Rustic sites 60-75", pointing down a trail. I followed the trail and saw that there was only one tent pitched, and that was Jim's. "I'm glad you came," said Jim, "are you ready for more?" "More?" I responded. "Look, I know you are new at this and are probably pretty nervous," Jim replied, "so I'll make it easy on you. I know you want to do more than jack me off." There was no point in denying it, so I just replied, "Yes, but I need to be careful." "No problem," said Jim, "I usually pick this spot because it's secluded – very few campers choose the rustic sites. Let's just start out with you sucking my cock – just hold it in your mouth and see how you like it – nothing more to start." Jim unzipped and took his cock out. I just stared at it silently – wanting it but scared to even move. Jim put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, and soon his cock was so close I could smell the manly aroma! He brought the head to my mouth and pressed it to my lips, and I opened my mouth to receive him. I took him in as far as I could and was delighted how it felt in my mouth. "How does that feel?" asked Jim, "I'll bet it feels really natural to you, like it belongs in your mouth." I grunted in agreement, not in a position to talk. Jim said I could hold him in my mouth for as long as I wanted, but if I wanted to suck him off to move my tongue around the head of his cock while I sucked. I just held him there for a while, enjoying the feeling, while my own cock hardened in my pants. Soon I really wanted to suck Jim off, so I began to move my tongue around and suck him eagerly. He gave me guidance along the way and said that I was probably born to suck cock. Soon I felt his cock enlarge just a bit and he began pumping his load into my mouth. The taste was strong and very different from anything I had ever tasted before. He told me to go ahead and swallow, which I did. "You did really well for your first time," said Jim, "Come by every night and I'll give you more practice." I thanked Jim and returned to my campsite. I brushed my teeth and climbed into my sleeping bag. I kissed Julie, hoping she would not be able to tell I had just given a blowjob – my first of many. –––––––––––––––––-–––––––––––––––––––––––– 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