First Taste of Cum Part 90    
          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.


Brother Brian

    I'm Ed and I'm a cocksucker. I know that's not something socially acceptable, but I love it and I'm really proud to be a skillful cocksucker. If you've never done it, you don't know what you're missing.

There is something incredible about taking a man's cock into your mouth and feeling him grow to erection – his arousal heightening. Cocksucking is regarded as submissive, but you are really in control of the situation. A man entrusts you with his most prized part and you take him on a journey of pleasure which many men prefer over intercourse.

I have a number of regulars who are married men, but they prefer my mouth over their wife's pussy. I don't normally eat pussy, but I sometimes taste it on their cocks. Some of my guys fake a climax when they make love to their wife, and then come see me for to finish them off. I just can't tell you how good it makes me feel.

Sorry for rambling on – this is about how I got started. My brother, Brian is a two years older than I am, but we were always very close. When I was ten, a two year age difference was a lot, but Brian always welcomed me to join in with his friends.

It was age ten when I became a cocksucker. I wasn't old enough to cum yet and didn't have any idea what it was about, but Brian taught me. It was actually kind of accidental at the time, but soon became very deliberate. When Brian was old enough to cum, he began closing his door for privacy. I didn't understand, and I would stand at the door listening, but all I could hear was a strange "thwapita-thwapita" sound repeating, along with some moans and heavy breathing.

The first time I listened at his door I asked if he was alright, and he just replied, "Yeah, just leave me alone!" That was very unusual for Brian, who was always nice to me. That made me even more curious about what was going on, and I was determined to solve this mystery.

From that time on any time I saw his door closed I would draw close and listen. It was usually the same, but sometimes I heard the rustle of pages turning. I knew he didn't like to be interrupted at those times, and that doing so brought an unpleasant reaction, so I would leave after a bit.

One day I saw that is door wasn't closed all the way; it was open just a crack and I could see him kneeling on his bed naked, with some sort of magazine on the bed. He was stroking his cock which was bigger than I had ever seen before! I had seen Brian naked when we changed to go swimming. His cock was bigger than mine, but he was two years older – but now it looked huge, and I couldn't understand why he seemed to be fighting with it – almost like he was trying to choke it. Suddenly he grabbed some tissues and put them on the end of his cock and moaned, smiling. I watched with fascination as he threw the tissues in the waste basket and put the magazine away in his second desk drawer.

I quickly backed away from his door and went to my room. I just didn't understand what Brian was doing or why. It seemed like quite a struggle for him, but it sure made him smile afterwards. I had to find out more about this.

After dinner Brian was watching TV with my Dad, so I snuck into his room. I looked in his waste basket and found the tissue. It was soaked – did he pee in it? I examined it closely and smelled it. It had a strong smell, but not like pee.

I threw the tissue back into the waste basket and looked in Brian's second desk drawer and saw a number of magazines with naked girls, and sometimes guys. Some of the pictures showed women sucking guy's cocks. I wasn't sure why anyone would do that, but it looked pretty interesting. I spent just a few minutes quickly scanning through Brian's magazines before I put them away and left so I wouldn't get caught.

I couldn't get the thought of all the sexy woman out of my mind. Their soft bodies, with such nicely curving thighs, tits and ass – that wasn't something I had could imagine with the plain girls in my class.

The next day I talked with Brian and told him that lately I felt like we weren't as close as we used to be, especially since he often has his door closed. "Ed, that's just part of growing up," Brian said, "It's nothing personal, but you just want a little privacy, like when you are going to the bathroom."

"I saw you doing it the other day when your door wasn't closed all the way," I admitted. That was a mistake because Brian immediately shot back, "You little twerp! Spying on me that way – how dare you!"

"Don't you ever do that again or I'll beat the crap out of you!" he continued, really red in the face. Brian had never threatened me in any way before, so I knew this was a really big deal!

"I'm sorry Brian," I pleaded, "I just want us to be close like we were – I thought maybe I could help you with what you were doing."

"What a dumb ass!" Brian said, "You don't help with something like that."

It really hurt to hear that and my eyes teared up, but I turned away so Brian wouldn't see me starting to cry. Things were pretty strained with Brian for the rest of the day, and I really wished I hadn't said anything.

The following day before school Brian apologized to me, saying, "I was pretty rough on you yesterday, and I didn't really mean to be."

"Are you okay Brian?" I asked, "It looked like you were really struggling when I watched you the other day."

Brian chuckled and said, "I'm fine – in fact very good! In a couple of years you will be doing it and loving it – it's just part of growing up."

"Is it something I could watch?" I asked.

"It's a private thing," he said.

"But we've always done things together," I insisted, "Why not this too?"

"You'll understand when you get older," was all he said.

Brian and I got home from school a couple of hours before our parents arrived from work, so we had the house to ourselves. Brian asked if I wanted to help him in his room and I quickly agreed. He got undressed and I asked if I could touch his cock.

He said it would be okay for a little bit, and I took his big cock in my hand and it seemed to move when I touched it! It grew and stiffened. It was like when I would get a "stiffy", but much, much larger. Brian explained that as I went through puberty that I would get hair between my legs and my cock would grow much larger, and soon I would be able to jack off.

"What's jacking off?" I asked.

"It's what I've been doing" explained Brian, "You stroke your cock until you cum."

"What is cumming?" I asked.

"That's maybe the most wonderful thing in the world!" he said, "I'll show you."

He knelt on the bed and began stroking his cock, looking at a magazine, "The pictures help by getting me in a better mood," he explained.

I watched in fascination, and finally found the courage to ask, "Can I stroke you?"

"Sure, go ahead," said Brian.

I was frankly surprised that he was so willing, but something about this seemed to change how he thought. I knelt by the bed, took his cock in my hand and began to stroke, looking down at the magazine from time to time. It was open to the picture of the woman sucking a cock. It must be something really special for the woman to want to do that, and I began to wonder about it.

"Can I suck you?" I asked.

"You sure?" asked Brian. I nodded, and then leaned forward and took Brian's cock into my mouth. Wow! What a feeling to have that warm cock in my mouth. What was especially nice was that it seemed to fit my mouth perfectly, like cocks and mouths were just meant to fit together.

"Move your tongue around," Brian directed, and I followed his instructions as he gave me many other tips."

"Get ready," he said suddenly, "I'm gonna cum!"

I didn't know what he meant and had no idea how to get ready, but I just continued sucking when suddenly my mouth was flooded with something that tasted really strong.

That must have been the stuff I found in the tissue that time. I didn't know what to do, and was about to go into the bathroom and spit it out when Brian said, "It's okay to swallow – lots of people do."

I always trusted Brian, so I swallowed. Now things took a turn for the worse. Brian seemed to grow cold and told me it was time for me to leave and to never tell anything about this.

I left, feeling a bit hurt, wondering if it was wrong to help Brian like that – maybe jacking off is something that should be private.

The next morning Brian apologized to me again and said he had taken advantage of our friendship. I insisted that I was so glad to do it, and would love to help him any time I could.

In school that day I kept thinking about sucking Brian. I really didn't understand what was going on, but we both liked it, and I really hoped we could continue.

That afternoon when we got home Brian came to my room and asked if I still was interested in helping. I told him I was and was about to go to his room when Brian said we could do it here.

Puzzled, I watched as Brian unzipped his pants and took his cock out. "Now get on your knees," he said.

I got to my knees and it was now clear to me. I took Brian into my mouth and sucked as he had taught me. He put his hands on my head and ran his fingers through my hair and I felt wonderfully close to Brian at that moment.

I felt like I wanted this to go on forever, but soon I tasted Brian cumming into my mouth, and swallowed as he did, feeling proud to have learned so fast.

As Brian pulled out, he said, "That was a great blowjob! – You're a good cocksucker!"

Those words were new to me, but soon to become very special words.

This time Brian was very nice to me and we became even closer than we had ever been.

I blew him nearly every day, and occasionally he would bring friends over for me to blow.

In two years I was able to cum and jacked off a lot, sometimes while blowing Brian.

I invited my friend Jeff to my jack off sessions and turned him on to cocksucking, and the he sucked Brian and sometimes his friends.

I don't really understand why some people think cocksucking is a bad thing – it is one of the most wonderful things in the world, and I'm truly grateful to Brian for teaching me, and changing the course of my life!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)