First Taste of Cum Part 82    
          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.


Begging My Brother

    I'm Ike, a ninth grader in an oppressively religious family. What makes it especially difficult is that I really like cock, and if my family knew I'd probably be put into some faith-based "cure" program. So I keep it to myself and really struggled with my desires until my my older brother, Nick discovered my secret.

I've been really careful about covering my tracks on the internet. I have some cocksucking pictures on a flash memory stick I keep safely hidden. When I go to gay porn sites I always clear the browser history so nobody can see what I've been up to – that is, most of the time.

Nick gets on my computer and snoops around when I'm gone, and he happened to be snooping after I forgot to clear my browser history. When I got home he confronted me, and said, "I see you've been surfing cocksucker porn sites."

"Your delusional," I said.

"Oh yeah?" he replied, "Then what about this?"

Nick pulled up a very explicit website that I had been to only yesterday, so I had to think quick – I decided to just deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, "I wouldn't even know where to find that kind of stuff – what are YOU doing there?"

"I'm checking on YOU!" Nick said, "Dad wants me to make sure you aren't going to sites you shouldn't be on."

I knew that if Nick showed Dad my browser history, Dad would take Nick's word over mine and I'd be in deep trouble.

"Why don't we just forget about this," I said, "What's the point of making a big deal about it anyway?"

"I'll make you a deal," said Nick, "You tell me honestly what is up with you, and I'll keep it to myself."

"No matter how bad?" I asked.

"I'm sure you're no ax murderer," said Nick, "So how bad can it be?"

I drew close to Nick and said, "I'm gay."

"What?" said Nick, "We never raised you that way!"

"I should have known," I said, "Nothing but judgment from you, just like Dad. God doesn't make mistakes, so if I'm gay I must have done something to make me that way."

"Well," asked Nick, "Have you done anything?"

"Just look at internet porn and jack off thinking about it," I said, "I haven't had the opportunity to act on it, but I wish I had a chance."

"Keep that shit up and you'll burn in hell for sure!" said Nick.

"Yeah," I said, "If you listen to Dad, we're all going to burn in hell no matter what we do! Nobody is good enough in his mind."

"Let me think about this," said Nick, and he left my room.

After dinner Nick took me aside and said, "Okay, I get that you just turned out gay, but Dad will never see it that way, so we better just keep this between us."

"That's fine by me," I said, "Maybe you'll even want a blowjob from me."

"Nothing doing!" said Nick, "Don't drag me into your perversion!"

I decided I better let it drop. Nothing more was said for weeks. Nick's girlfriend, Marsha, is a hot babe, but like a "good Christian girl", she's saving herself for marriage, so Nick isn't getting any.

He would tell me about his dates, perhaps with the hope that I'll take an interest in being straight, but that's not going to happen. He tells me that they kiss and she lets him feel her tits, but that's as far as it goes. He tried to talk her into a blowjob, but with no luck.

I told him that if he changed his mind I would be glad to do it, but he just gave me a menacing look.

After a few months of listening to Nick complain about being horny without any relief in sight, I finally said, "Your horniness is a choice – relief is available if you want it."

"So your really would blow me if I wanted it?" Nick asked.

"Sure," I said, "In fact I really want my first blowjob to be with you."

"That's weird!" said Nick.

"Maybe so, but it makes a lot of sense," I said, "We keep it between us and you get the relief you need, and maybe you'll be better tempered, too."

"Forget it," said Nick, and I let it drop.

Every couple of weeks I would remind Nick of my offer and he continued to reject me. I was practically begging him, and then one night my parents were out and Nick got a bottle of rum that he hid in his car and made himself a rum and Coke to drink.

After a few drinks he was pretty mellowed out, and I decided to approach him again.

This time he really surprised me, because rather than reject me outright he said I could handle his cock if I wanted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing but soon I was kneeling on the floor between his legs as he sat on the couch. His cock was in my hands and getting harder. Once he was completely hard I planned to start sucking him, thinking he wouldn't be able to resist.

I worked his cock as he watched me with interest. Once he was fully hard I leaned forward, but Nick stopped me immediately, saying, "Handle, but don't suck!"

I was still hoping, but even if I didn't get to suck him, I had gotten farther than I ever had before.

After another fifteen minutes Nick asked, "Do you REALLY want to blow me?"

"Yes, you know I do," I replied.

"Then beg for it," said Nick.

I thought he was just being cruel and leading me on, but I had to try for it and replied, "Please Nick, let me blow you."

"Will you swallow all my cum?"

"Yes, Nick," I said, "I promise to swallow it all."

"Then go ahead," he said and I had his cock in my mouth without delay! Nick moaned as I sucked him, and I pulled off him and asked, "Do you want to cum right away, or do you want me to make it last?"

"Make it last if you can," said Nick, "But I'm not sure how long I can hold out."

I resumed sucking him, slowly to give him a good time but make him cum too soon. I sucked him for perhaps ten minutes and suddenly, and without warning he came in my mouth. I had tasted my own cum, and grown to like the unusual taste, but cum shooting right from Nick's cock was even better!

As soon as Nick came he began to doze off – partly from the climax and partly from the run.

I continued to hold his cock in my mouth, hoping I could arouse him and make him cum in his sleep, but he remained soft. I finally got up and decided to let him sleep for a few hours.

About an hour before I expected my parents home I woke Nick and said, "Mom and Dad will be home soon – you better hide your rum." His soft cock was still hanging out of his fly, but I didn't think I needed to mention that.

Nick put himself away and zipped up and put the bottle back in his car. I went to bed, glad to have finally given my first blowjob. Now that I had broken through the barrier with Nick, I hoped I would be blowing him regularly.

The next morning I was in for a surprise. Nick confronted me and said, "Last night you took advantage of me because I was drunk – if you ever do that again I'll beat your ass good!"

"But Nick, you wanted it," I pleaded.

SMACK!!! Nick slapped me hard across my face hard and said, "Don't think you're going to turn me into a pervert like you!"

The pain and the emotional hurt were enough to bring tears to my eyes. Nick noticed and said, "Go hide in your room and cry, you sissy faggot!"

I know Nick meant it in a derogatory way, but I really liked being a faggot, and now that I had given my first blowjob I was a confirmed cocksucker.

Things were pretty tense between us for awhile. I think every time Nick saw me he thought about the blowjob and blamed me completely. I was really hoping to blow him regularly, but I decided I would have to take a risk and find someone else to blow.

I knew that there were a lot of guys who would welcome a blowjob from a faggot, but there also were a lot who react like Nick, and a lot more who let my secret out – that would be the worst part.

After a couple more months Nick got really horny and tired of jacking off. He may have been thinking about the blowjob differently now, but I wasn't going to risk setting him off by saying anything. Finally one day he came to me after I went to bed and asked, "Are you still willing to help me?"

"Help you with what?" I asked, not wanting to make this too easy for him.

"Well, you know," Nick responded.

"Tell me," I said.

"You don't have to be a jerk about it!" he protested.

"The last time there was a misunderstanding," I said, "So I want it to be perfectly clear this time."

"Well yes," Nick said, "I want it."

"Want what?" I insisted, "You just have to say it and I'll do it."

Nick leaned over and whispered, "I want you to blow me."

That was all I needed to hear, so I told him I would and his cock was out of his pants in a flash. He was standing next to my bed and put his cock into my open mouth as my head lay on a pillow. He was super horny and came really quickly. I swallowed as he pulled out and said, "Uh, thanks Ike."

"You better not give me any crap in the morning." I said as Nick left.

I was glad to have blown Nick again and hoped that it was a turning point in our relationship.

The next morning Nick came to see me, and began, "Ike, about last night ..."

"You wanted it, plain and clear," I protested.

"Yes, I know," he said, "But I just wanted to thank you."

Now that was a big surprise. All I could think to say was, "Any time, Nick."

"I won't bother you often – maybe once a week or so?" he asked.

"Nick, you know I really like doing it," I replied, "So every day is fine – you have to cum, so let me help you."

"You sure?" Nick asked, "I'm not doing anything for you."

"Sure you are," I said smiling. Nick smiled and left.

For awhile I blew Nick a couple of times a week, but then he began to want it more, which was fine with me. Now he wakes me up every day by putting his cock to my lips, and I gratefully blow him. It's a wonderful way to wake up and a great way to start the day.

Nick has gone off to college now and I've found new guys to blow, but nothing can compare with Nick's wakeup calls!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)