First Taste of Cum Part 87    
          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.


Blackmailed by Neighbor

    I'm Stan, just turned 18 and secretly gay – or I think I am. That is, I've never acted on it, but can't get cocks out of my mind. I'm afraid to approach anyone as school because I don't want my secret to get out. Guys have a way of talking about their sexual conquests, and anyone I blow just might end up bragging about it to their friends, and soon the whole school would know.

So I guess I'm just a solitary gay wanabe, jacking off to internet cocksucking pictures.

My folks get home from work around 6pm and I get home from school about 4pm, so that leaves me plenty of time to find good pictures and jack off to them. Our next door neighbors, the Martins had a weird quirk – they came over to visit often and would come in without knocking if they could. We didn't like that so we normally kept our doors locked, forcing them to knock first.

Each day I would come home and make sure the doors are locked before beginning my daily playtime.

One fateful day I arrived home particularly horny after nearly getting a hard-on in the showers at school. I am usually very careful about that, but today I couldn't take my eyes off the cock of a visiting black student. My willpower was diminished and if he had demanded a blowjob I would have probably done it on the spot.

The fact is I fantasized about that the rest of the afternoon until school was out. I hurried home, anxious to find pictures of white guys sucking black cock. When I got home I stripped down and fired up the computer in the den downstairs. I sat there naked browsing cocksucker pictures when suddenly my heart sank when I heard Mrs. Martin say, "Now that's quite a surprise, Stanley!"

I realized that in my hurry I had forgotten to lock the door, making it easy for her to just walk in on me. There was no point in making excuses, so I just faced up to my situation, and pleaded, "You've caught me, but please don't tell my parents – please!"

"Perhaps we can work something out," said Mrs. Martin, "You seem to have lost your erection – I guess I destroyed the mood for you – stand up and face me, Stanley."

I was scared but did as she ordered. She approached me and took my cock in her hand and fondled me. Soon I was hard again, and Mrs. Martin said, "Good! A boy is much more agreeable like this."

This was sure not what to expect, but she was clearly in charge, so I just went along.

"Now tell me the truth Stanley," she said, "Are you a cocksucker?"

"No," I said.

"But you find pictures of cocksucking arousing, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted, feeling ashamed.

"So you want to suck cocks, but haven't done it yet?" she asked.

"I guess so," I admitted, weakened by the control she had over my cock.

"I'll make you a little deal then, Stanley," she announced, "You come to my house and do what we tell you and I promise that you'll have a good time, you'll become a real cocksucker, and your parents will never know about any of this."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse, so I readily agreed.

"Do you have time to come over now?" she asked.

"Yeah," I agreed, "I'll leave my parents a note that I've gone to your house in case I'm not back when they get home."

"Good idea, Stanley," she said, "We might need a little extra time. Since we are going to become very good friends, you can call me Lynne."

"Okay Lynne," I replied, "But please just call me Stan." (I really hated to be called Stanley.)

I dashed off a note to my parents and got dressed, following Lynne to her house. When we entered she told me to take my clothes off and leave them in a chair by the door.

"Jerry will be home soon," Lynne said, "But I don't want to wait to get started."

"Now Stan, tell me truthfully," she said, "What sorts of things have you had up your ass?"

That was extremely personal, but I needed to level with her, and replied, "Dildos, a vibrator, and some small cucumbers."

"Well, you are a kinky boy, aren't you?" she declared.

She led me to the bedroom and took a foot long double ended dildo from her night stand. It was about an inch and a quarter in diameter – a width I had often taken.

Lynne lubed up the dildo and told to me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. With my ass in the air she pressed one end of the dildo into me and said, "We'll share this – six inches for you and six for me."

I felt the dildo slide in until it hit bottom. "Now lay down and keep your legs together," directed Lynne.

I did so, laying on my stomach with the dildo sticking out of my ass. I watched as Lynne undressed. She had a really hot body and soon she was kneeling over my ass and lowering herself onto the other end of the dildo.

As she began to ride the dildo, I felt it move inside me as she did. She rode for a few minutes before hearing something and saying, "Jerry's home now." She called out to him and soon he entered the bedroom.

"This is Stan from next door," Lynne said to Jerry, "He's here to blow you."

Jerry welcomed me and soon shed his clothing as well. Lynne and I repositioned so that my head was at the edge of the bed, and Jerry stood nearby, offering me his cock. I had wanted this for so long, but now hoped that I would know what to do.

I opened my mouth and took him in. He hardened quickly from my sucking and probably from watching Lynne ride my ass. She rode me more vigorously as she got close to climax and began calling out to me, "Take that, you cocksucker!" She climaxed and remained still, catching her breath.

It must have been exciting to watch, and soon Jerry gave me my first taste of cum. It was strong tasting, but good and I was glad to finally become a real cocksucker.

"Thank you, Stan," said Jerry, "You're really very good at that."

I was glad to hear that he liked my work, and hoped I would suck him again.

Lynne dismounted and pulled the dildo from my ass. She took it to the bathroom to clean up.

I got cleaned up and dressed, and Lynne told me that she wanted me to come over several times a week. I was glad to hear that I'd be getting more cocksucking, and returned home hornier than when I got home from school.

My parents weren't home yet, so I discarded the note I`d left. They would be home soon, and I didn't have time to jack off in the den, so I went into the bathroom. The memory of my time with Lynne and Jerry was far better than any internet porn, and I planned to make a lot more of those memories!

Special thanks to my online friend Stan Back, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)