First Taste of Cum Part 80    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for an adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex do not continue.  




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Author’s note:
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.


The Organist

    I'm Marty, just starting high school. Now in 9th grade, as a freshman I was at the bottom of the social "pecking order", but at least I was in high school. I was a little small for my age, and not at all athletic – more of a nerd, I suppose. Still, I managed to date a few girls, and from time to time got some of their clothes off, but I remained a virgin.

The truth is that I was more interested in cock than pussy, but I didn't dare let anyone know! There were a few kids known to be gay and the kids at school made their lives miserable – I wasn't about to sign up for that. Secretly I thought about cock nearly all the time. It was difficult to take showers after gym class; watching all those naked boys made it difficult to avoid getting a boner.

I tried to use one of the corner showers, so if I got a boner I could just turn to the corner so nobody would see. I knew I wanted a cock in my mouth, and it was driving me crazy.

Mr. Melford lived a few houses down the road from me and was a music teacher. He was unmarried and some said he was gay, but I wasn't sure. I've wanted to go talk to him, feeling that he might help me understand how to deal with my desires, but was afraid that he might react badly and maybe tell my parents. The last thing I wanted was for my family to know I was a fag.

I finally found the courage to approach Mr. Melford one Saturday afternoon.

"Hello Marty," he said, "To what do I owe this visit?"

"I was hoping I could talk to you about a very private matter," I said timidly, not knowing the right words for such an occasion.

Mr. Melford invited me in and offered me some lemonade, which I accepted. We sat comfortably in his living room as I tried to decide how to begin. I was sitting on the couch and he was sitting in a nearby chair.

Finally he said, "You must have something really big on your mind, Marty."

"Yes, and I'm really nervous about it," I confessed.

"Well, out with it then," he urged.

Finally I blurted out, "I'm gay and don't know what to do about it!"

Mr. Melford moved from his chair to sit next to me on the couch and put an arm around me.

"I'll be glad to talk with you about that, Marty," he said, "But why come to me?"

"People say you are gay," I said, and quickly thought better of it – I sure didn't want to upset him, especially after telling him my deepest secret!

He put me at ease when he brought his hand to my crotch and felt my hardening cock. He gently rubbed me and I began to moan. "You can touch me if you like," he offered, and I felt his cock through his pants.

"I've never done this before," I admitted, "But I've wanted to for a very long time."

"Do you want to suck me?" he asked.

"More than anything!" I replied.

Mr. Melford stood up and removed his pants and shorts, standing before me with the biggest cock I had ever seen! Having seen only the cocks of kids in the shower, the only adult cocks I had seen was on internet porn, but this was the biggest I had ever seen in real life!

As I sat on the couch, Mr. Melford drew closer and brought his cock to my face, pausing inches from my mouth. He brought the tip to my lips and I kissed it, and licked a drop of salty pre-cum from the tip. The next step was natural – I opened my mouth and took him in.

He was big, but it really felt right to have his cock in my mouth! He instructed me in the art of cocksucking, telling me that guys like me were natural cocksuckers, and gave much better blowjobs than a girl every could. Now that I was truly a cocksucker, I wanted to be the very best cocksucker I could be!

After a few minutes of working my tongue around his cock head, Mr. Melford told me that he was cumming and that he would cum in my mouth and I should just hold it there.

It was an amazing feeling to experience his hot cock pumping his seed into my mouth – it was a complete dream-come-true for me.

As he pulled out he said, "Now just enjoy the taste – swish your tongue through it so you get the full impact."

I did, marveling at the unfamiliar taste, and how this singular taste was so wonderful! After a few minutes he told me to swallow, which I gladly did.

"You did really well for your first time," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Melford," I said, "I hope that I can do more of this."

"Why don't you come to church with me tomorrow morning?" he asked.

This was a complete surprise. Was he suggesting that I go to church to be forgiven for what I had just done?

Seeing me hesitate, he continued, "You can blow me there and I'll introduce you to some other men who would value your skills."

I couldn't imagine how this could happen at church, but I quickly agreed.

My mother was pleased that I was going to church and said Mr. Melford was a very nice man for offering to take me. On Sunday morning I walked to his house and he invited me in. "I want you to suck me during the church service," he said.

"Right there, in front of everyone?" I asked.

"Nobody will see," he assured me, "Trust me on this."

I was getting aroused already at the idea of sucking him during the church service, but was a little fearful about how I could suck him discretely.

The church was a huge old building – with an architectural style that looked to be hundreds of years old. Inside the sanctuary was very elegant and Mr. Melford pointed to a balcony and said that was where we would be.

He was the organist at the church, and the organ console was in the balcony. The huge pipes from the organ were visible across the front of the sanctuary. Mr. Melford led me up a stairway to the balcony, where I there was a heavy curtain, beyond which was the organ. Mr. Melford pointed to a chair and said, "Just sit here behind the curtain until I am ready for you, then keep low as you can crawl to me, so nobody will see you."

As I saw this looked workable my fear turned into excitement, and as I sat there during the opening hymn I rubbed my cock in anticipation. Never had I been hard in church before, but I was certainly beginning to like it.

I sat there as the service progressed and we reached the sermon. I had never heard a sermon that wasn't boring, and this one sounded like it would be as well, but Mr. Melford had a better way to pass the time. He turned on the organ bench, unzipped and took his cock out. I crawled over to him, but before I could suck him he whispered, "Now go slowly – make it last."

This was a new concept to me – I thought the whole point of a blowjob was to cum, but I was just learning. I took him into my mouth and made some of the same tongue motions he had taught me yesterday, but more slowly. From time to time he would just tell me to stop, and I just held him there without movement until he told me to resume. Later I would learn that I had been "edging" him – keeping him on the brink of climax, and backing off before he could cum.

While I was eager to make him cum, I really liked being able to suck for such a long time. After about twenty minutes the sermon was drawing to a close and Mr. Melford told me to take him all the way, and I sucked him more eagerly, and soon received my creamy reward. He held my head and pulled me close to him as he pumped the last drop into my mouth.

I returned to my seat and held the load in my mouth for the balance of the service. There was something incredible about sitting in church with a mouthful of cum!

After the closing hymn, Mr. Melford took me downstairs and introduced me to Pastor Phillips, who was the assistant Pastor. Mr. Melford told him that I did really nice work, so I suspected that he had already told him about me. "Why don't you go to Pastor Phillips' office while I greet some of the others?" Mr. Melford suggested.

Pastor Phillips led me to his office, where he closed the door and opened his robe, showing me his pants were aleady unzipped. "Now show me what you can do, Marty," he said.

I dropped to my knees and reached through his open zipper to bring out his cock. He was a little smaller than Mr. Melford, but still wonderfully manly. I sucked him for a few minutes before he popped his load in my mouth. He praised my work and told me to have a seat, explaining that Mr. Melford would bring in a few of the deacons to meet me.

In a few minutes there was a knock on the door and Pastor Phillips let Mr. Melford and two other men in, who promptly unzipped and took out their cocks. I got to my knees and sucked them both, each in turn filling my mouth with their sperm.

By now most of the congregation had left, and Pastor Thompson, the Senior Pastor, was in his office. Mr. Melford took me to his office where I was prepared to blow him, but he had other plans. He led me to the now empty sanctuary and up to the pulpit, where he took me to the massive lectern where he stood while delivering the sermon. He pulled back a curtain, revealing a space big enough for me to kneel in. He told me to get into in and I did, as he drew near me. I spread his robes and saw that his cock was out of his pants and already quite hard.

I took him into my mouth and sucked as I heard the organ play. It was a nice touch to blow Pastor Thompson while Mr. Melford provided "mood music" – it was a lively piece that didn't sound like the usual "funeral music" so often played in churches. I sucked him for a few minutes before he came, crying out, "Praise the Lord!" several times.

He pulled back and zipped up as I swallowed and he offered me a hand to help me up. He led me back to his office where we were joined by Mr. Melford. "I hope you will visit us often," said Pastor Thompson.

"I hope to," I said, looking to Mr. Melford, who nodded with approval.

As we stood to leave, Pastor Thompson said, "Your ministry is a blessing to all who receive it," and smiled as I left.

On the way home I thanked Mr. Melford but admitted that my stomach was feeling a bit strange.

"Well, you did swallow five loads in close succession," he said, "But that will improve with practice – I'll get you plenty of that."

As I got home I thought about how wonderful it was to have someone like Mr. Melford to help me with this important part of my life.

Special thanks to my online friend Jack Knoph, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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