Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2016 19:54:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 72 First Taste of Cum (part 72) 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. –––––––––– Trucker Sucker –––––––––– I'm Mark, a new high school graduate going out to see some of America the old fashioned way before starting off to college. My old fashioned way was very fuel efficient, since it only uses my thumb. Yes, I hitch-hiked around, which wasn't the safest of things to do, but guys my age aren't known for their good judgment! Most of the time my rides were uneventful, and fortunately none of them endangered me, but one ride really changed my life! I was in Ohio trying to hitch a ride south on Interstate-77, bound for Florida. Steve, a big-rig trucker stopped for me and I got in. We talked for a time and told me he was headed for Florida, so he could take me all the way if I was willing to help. "I have hardly any money," I said, "So I really can't help pay for fuel." "Well, how about sucking my cock?" Steve asked. "I'm no cocksucker!" I protested. "Not yet maybe," Steve said, "But you might warm up to it." "I don't think so," I countered. "Well, I can let you out at the next exit," Steve said. This ride was important because it would cut a lot of time off my trip. If I had to wait for maybe a dozen other rides it might take a few more days, but I sure didn't want to suck his cock. In truth, I have found pictures of guys sucking to be erotic, but never thought of myself doing it. I thought I had a counter offer that might satisfy Steve. "How about a handjob?" I asked. Steve thought about it a bit and then answered, "Okay, but only if you are naked when you do." "Just inside the truck, right?" I asked. Steve agreed, so I did also. "When you're ready, climb into the sleeper and take your clothes off," said Steve, "You can ride naked in the passenger seat." I might not be a cocksucker, but this was beginning to sound hot. I decided to get naked right away, so I climbed into the back and undressed. Once naked I returned to the passenger seat. As I sat there my cock hardened and Steve noticed. "It looks like you're warming up to this," Steve said. "I'm fine with stroking your cock," I said, "I'm just not a cocksucker." Steve smiled and said, "Whenever you are ready to stroke me, just kneel between the seats and I'll give you my cock." I gave my hard cock a couple of strokes and decided I wanted to start working Steve's cock, so I knelt by him. He unzipped and took out his cock. I couldn't believe how big it was, even soft. I wrapped both my hands around it and gently squeezed and stroked. Steve's cock responded and I watched it grow from my attention. When Steve was fully hard I was amazed at the size, and I asked, "How big is this thing anyway?" "I'm only 8 inches," Steve, "Some guys are much bigger!" I knew I was only about 6 inches, and I felt really small. I continued to stroke this magnificent tool and soon Steve said, "I'm gonna cum – shoot it onto your chest." Without giving it any thought I pointed his cock toward myself and he shot squirt after squirt of his hot load on me. Most of his cum was on my chest, with a small amount on the back of my hand. "Now get back into the seat and let it dry on you," he directed. Damn Steve was a kinky guy! But I liked it and got back into the seat. His cum began to run down my chest and onto my belly, down to the top of my legs before it began to dry. I discretely tasted the cum on my hand, not wanting Steve to see me. It had a strong taste – very different from anything else, but not a bad taste. Before an hour had passed Steve's cum was dry. I ran my fingers across my cum-covered skin and felt the roughness left from his seed. "Better get dressed," said Steve, "It's time for lunch – my treat." Being short on cash I had skipped quite a few lunches during my travels, so this was a welcomed relief. Steve pulled into a truck stop and we got out. Inside I noticed that some of the truckers had young guys like me with them – I supposed that they might be sons or perhaps trainees. As we ate Steve explained that he really welcomed my taking care of him, and if I did it regularly he would pay my way. I thought a handjob was a very small price to pay so I agreed readily. After we ate Steve went to the men's room and soon one of the younger guys approached and sat down. "Hi, I'm Marty," he said, "I'm with Ed – are you Steve's new bitch?" "Bitch?" I replied, "What the hell are you talking about?" "Sorry," Marty said, "I'm Ed's bitch, and thought you had the same sort of arrangement with Steve." He got up to leave, but I stopped him and asked, "What sort of arrangement?" "I thought you knew," Marty replied, "I blow Ed whenever he wants and he provides for me – it's an easy life and it works out well for both of us. Sometimes I have to blow his friends to, but I kind of like that." "He never said anything about my being his bitch," I said, "But I do give him handjobs." "Steve is going easy on you," Marty said, "But you better start blowing him before he changes his mind." Steve was returning and Marty quickly left. Maybe Steve was going easy on me. I was getting a lot out of this arrangement and maybe I really should be blowing him. I just had never thought of myself as a cocksucker. I thought of cocksuckers as promiscuous guys who worked suck lines and blew anyone and everyone. I had more pride than that. But to just privately blow Steve, and maybe some of his friends wouldn't be so bad. I already knew that the taste of cum wasn't all that bad, and how difficult could a blowjob be? As we resumed our travel I thought a lot about blowing Steve, and the more I did the more I liked the idea, but wanted to know more about the arrangement. "Am I your bitch?" I asked Steve. Surprised at the question, he replied, "No, whatever gave you that idea?" "While you were away I talked with Marty, Ed's bitch and he asked me if I were your bitch." "An easy misunderstanding," Steve said, "There are a lot of truckers who have bitches – not most of them, but maybe 5% of us. Did you want to be my bitch?" "I've been thinking about it," I said, "But want to know what all is involved – I've already decided that I'll be glad to blow you." Steve smiled and responded, "I'm really glad to hear that – I was hoping you would come around. You can blow me without being my bitch, but if you were my bitch you would stay with me and travel with me, blowing me whenever needed, maybe get fucked from time to time." "Would I have to blow others?" I asked. "Just a few," said Steve, "Some of my friends, and from time to time a foreman where I deliver – in return they give me preferential treatment at the loading docks." "That seems reasonable," I agreed, "But what if I want out at some point?" "Mark, I don't OWN you!" said Steve, "This is just a convenient arrangement between the two of us – you can leave when you want." "What happened to your last bitch?" I asked. "Jerry? He was great!" replied Steve, "He was my bitch for about two years, but then found a girl and married her. I went to his wedding." "I want to do it," I said, "but I start college in the fall." "If you want you can be my bitch for the summer then," he said. "It's a deal!" I said, "I'll get undressed and blow you whenever you are ready." Steve smiled and took out his cock while I got undressed in the back. I could still feel his dried cum on my chest, but told myself it simply marked me as his bitch. Once naked, I knelt next to Steve and bent over to his cock, which was already hard. I knew I would never get him all in my mouth, but took in the head and ran my tongue around it, especially the sensitive spot under it. Steve moaned and pushed my head down, forcing his big cock back to my throat. I gagged and he apologized, saying, "Sorry, you just got me so excited, but you'll learn to get over the gagging with practice." He took his hand off my head but I tried to take as much of him as I could and sucked as well as I could, being inexperienced. Finally Steve said, "Here it comes!", and he pumped his load into my eager mouth. Before I knew it my mouth was full, between his cock and growing load, so I swallowed as quickly as I could. I held him in my mouth until he stopped pumping, and a little longer, to catch the last drop. "That was great!," said Steve, "Was that your first time?" "Yes," I admitted, "And I'll bet I sucked like a girl." "You'll get even better with practice," he assured me, "I'll teach you." "At first I didn't want to be a cocksucker," I said, "But now that I've decided, I want to be the very best cocksucker I can be." "I'll make you a Master Cocksucker!" Steve promised. Steve sent an email out to a couple dozen of his trucker buddies, announcing me as his bitch, and inviting them to meet me. I knew that meeting really meant a blowjob, but I was fine with that, and could use the practice. During that trip to Florida I sucked two of Steve's friends. He told me that about half of them expressed an interest and would catch up with us whenever our routes crossed. I stayed with Steve after Florida and got to see a lot of the country as he took loads wherever he was assigned, and I took his loads whenever needed. Under Steve's guidance, and lots of practice I became a very good cocksucker (or so I am told). Now that I'm in college I'm not traveling with Steve, but we stay in contact. Whenever he is nearby he calls me and I meet him if I can. During summer breaks I become his bitch again. Steve has had other bitches, but tells me he is the best. I know that when I graduate I'll be going my own way, and perhaps get married, but I'll always be a cocksucker, thanks to Steve, who had made such a wonderful difference in my life! ––––––––––––––––––––––––-––––––––––– 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