First Taste of Cum Part 95    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for 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.


Promiscuous Cocksucker

    I'm Ben and I proudly state that I `m a promiscuous cocksucker. I know it's not socially acceptable, so I keep it secret, but I'm not the least bit ashamed.

What do I mean by promiscuous? Well, it's my own description, but I've given over a thousand blowjobs to hundreds of guys. I've swallowed over a gallon of cum and hope to swallow five gallons or more in my lifetime. I have dozens of "regulars" and usually give one or more blowjobs every day. I have never refused to suck any cock presented to me. I'm not sure if any of these on their own would make me promiscuous, but certainly taken together I think nearly anyone would agree that I am.

How did I become this way? Well, I wasn't abused or forced into it – I got here by intense desire for cock! I have been interested in cock even as a small child. From the time my mother told me I shouldn't play with myself I grew interested. The forbidden nature of it just made me all the more interested and whenever I had the opportunity my friends and I would unzip and compare ourselves.

In the beginning it was just looking, but I fantasized much more. For reasons that escape me I thought about taking a cock in my mouth. This was long before I knew that it was a sex act, and had not yet even heard of a blowjob. Just the same I would think about it. Perhaps I was simply born to suck cocks. I've heard that said of people but I think in my case it just might be true.

When I was 12 I was first able to cum, and I began jacking off as often as I could. My friends and I would jack off together, and I would often hold their cocks and jack them off. I always made sure that they did the same for me, because I didn't want them to know how much I liked their cocks. I knew that if my desires were known I would be picked on, so I always made it simply a trade between guys wanting to get off.

Whenever I had a mutual jack off session I would jack off again that night, remembering the fun of the day. After awhile I would fantasize well beyond what we actually did, and think about sucking my friends off. By then I knew what a blowjob was, and eagerly wanted to be a cocksucker. I had a serious dilemma: I yearned to be a cocksucker, but didn't dare do it with anyone I knew, so how was I ever to get started?

For months I struggled with this while searching for an answer. I decided that the key was to blow people I didn't know, so I turned to the internet. I tried answering Craigslist ads, and soon found that most people weren't serious, but I did find a few who were. When they found out that I was just a kid, they would get hostile, often saying something like "fuck off, jail-bait!"

I even tried pretending I was an adult, which did get me a couple of meetings, but the guys just quickly walked away, thinking it was a police sting operation.

Finally I got a break from a guy I met through an online chat. He lived nearby but would not agree to meet, but did give me something even better. He told me of a place in a nearby woods where guys would go for blowjobs. It was completely unplanned, so if you wanted to suck, you just went there and waited for someone wanting a blowjob. If you wanted a blowjob you went there and waited for a sucker. He told me that Saturdays were a good time. He said he goes there, and if I went I might end up sucking him.

The next Saturday about 10am I rode my bike to the woods, where there was a small parking area with four cars. I hid my bike in the woods and walked down a path to a clearing where I saw four guys standing around. I decided that they wanted blowjobs but there wasn't a sucker yet, so I was in luck.

I didn't know what to say in this situation, so I just dropped to my knees. The guys just looked at me initially, and one of them finally asked, "Aren't you a little young for this, kid?"

"Give me a try and see for yourself," I said confidently, but a little afraid they would throw me out.

A different guy said, "Oh, what the hell, you have a nice looking mouth," and stepped forward, unzipping and offering me his cock.

This was a crucial moment for me. I had read about how to give blowjobs on the internet, and practiced tongue movements with bananas, but now I had a real cock! I hoped that I could do a good job.

His cock was bigger than any of the boy cocks I had seen so far – about 5-1/2 inches long – much bigger than the boy cocks I had handled. I took him into my mouth and ran my tongue around his cock head, as I had learned. I had learned about a number of techniques, but didn't know what would work the best, so I tried all of them that I could remember. I'm not sure what worked the best – perhaps it was the combination, but soon he was flooding my mouth with his cum.

I had read that it had a strong taste, and had tasted my own cum, but this seemed different than mine. It was strong tasting, and slightly unpleasant, but I swallowed, as I knew was expected.

The guy pulled out and said, "Thanks, you're a great cocksucker!"

It was the first time I was called a cocksucker, but certainly not the last, and I really liked it. I was happy that I had done a good job, but had to stay focused, because there were more guys to blow. The next guy stepped up and his cock was even bigger – maybe 7 inches or more. I knew I couldn't take him all in my mouth, so I recalled what I had learned about sucking big cocks, and just took the first few inches in, and stroked the part outside my mouth. It was sort of a combination blowjob/handjob, but it worked. Soon he rewarded my effort, and I found the taste to be a little better. I suppose that everyone tasted differently.

By now there were more men, and they seemed just fine with getting a blowjob from a kid, and I did my best for each of them, swallowing as they came in my mouth. I found that the more cum I tasted, the better it was, and soon it just seemed like a very natural and welcomed taste.

One of the guys asked, "Are you Ben?"

Not wanting to talk with my mouth full, I just nodded.

"I'm glad you made it," he said, "I'm Marty, the guy who told you about this place."

I was glad to meet Marty, and realized that from now on I would be meeting a lot more guys on my knees. After I finished blowing Marty, he gave me a slip of paper with his phone number on it and said, "Call me if you want to get together."

I kept the number, looking forward to a repeat blowjob. I didn't know about "regulars" at the time, but Marty turned out to be my very first regular.

I blew eight guys that morning, and as I rode my bike home I realized that my stomach was feeling a little uneasy. At the time I didn't realize that it was reacting to the sudden ingestion of quite a bit of cum for the first time. I worried that I might be sick, but in an hour it went away. I used that feeling to signal when to stop giving blowjobs, and found that with time I could swallow over a dozen loads with ease. It was rare to get that many cocks to suck.

I came back to the woods every Saturday morning and after a few weeks found that the same men were waiting for me. Marty was with them and said he had hoped that I would call, and I told him I would. Soon I was sucking fifteen guys each Saturday, and my stomach had grown accustomed to that much cum, and I was kind of proud of my accomplishment.

I knew that my pride would have to be very private, and that my parents would kill me if they ever found out, so I made sure they didn't!

As much as I liked the suck line every Saturday, I found it increasingly difficult to get though the week without sucking. By Wednesday I would begin to feel very anxious, longing for cock, and I remembered Marty. I called him and he told me I could come over after school. I rode my bike to his place and he told me to park it in the garage, so the neighbors wouldn't see.

I knew that an adult could go to jail for having sex with a kid, so I gladly complied. He welcomed me inside and suggested that we get naked.

I had never been naked with another person before, and it was a wonderful turn-on. I was instantly hard, and soon Marty was also. Until now I had only seen cocks, but now seeing the entire body, covered with hair – and seeing those huge balls hanging down – I knew this was for me.

Marty ran his hands all over me, cupping my ass cheeks in the palms of his hands, and gently handling my cock and balls.

"There are a lot of men who like boys like you," said Marty, "But we have to be very secretive. Would you like to meet some of them?"

Standing there naked like this was as much of a thrill as giving my first blowjob, and I quickly agreed. He told me that he would arrange for a small party in my honor, and that I was to remain naked on each of my visits. That was sure fine with me!

Knowing that Marty was in need, I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He ran his fingers through my hair as I did and told me how pretty I was. That wasn't a description that especially appealed to me, but I didn't complain – the rest of this was perfection itself!

As I sucked him, Marty gave me tips, which I eagerly followed and soon he gave me his hot load, which I gratefully swallowed.

"I see that you are aroused, so why don't you jack off for me?" he said.

Still on my knees I began to stroke when Marty stopped me and told me to wait a moment. He left the room briefly and returned with a bottle that he said was lube, and he put some on his finger. I watched with wonder as he sat down on the floor next to me and put his hand between my spread knees and slipped a lubed finger into my virgin ass.

I had never felt anything like that before and was startled.

"Just get used to it for a moment," said Marty, "And you'll begin to like it."

He held the finger still inside me and soon I became accustomed to it and smiled. Marty began to move the finger about and stroke it in and out of me, and I found my arousal intensifying.

He told me to resume stroking and to catch my cum in my hand. With Marty's finger moving about inside me it took me only minute to cum, and it was really intense. I think I shot the biggest load I had ever done. Marty told me to lick it up, and I eagerly did so.

I told Marty that I liked being with him and he said we would spend a lot of time together. As I rode home I couldn't help thinking about how nice his finger in my ass felt!

I now went to Marty's after school three times a week and he often had friends over for me to blow. Sometimes Marty would finger my ass while I blew guys, and I think it made me suck even more eagerly! He gradually taught me to take two, then three fingers, and soon had me sitting on a dildo while I sucked.

Occasionally one of his friends would bring a woman, and I would be instructed in pleasuring them. Since I was good with my mouth, they started me giving oral pleasure – sucking their nipples, eating their pussy and rimming them. I enjoyed making them cum, but still loved blowjobs the best.

They would watch as I sucked cocks, fingering themselves the entire time. Afterward they would reward me by jacking me off and spraying my load all over their tits, and having me lick them clean.

As I listened to my friends brag about their sexual conquests, I knew that I was getting more sex than any of them could imagine, but I wasn't about to brag!

My meetings with Marty's friends continued until I was twenty, when their interest turned to younger boys. Just the same, I blew Marty regularly, and he told me about local video arcades with glory holes, which I found to be incredible! I spent many evenings there and got to know (and blow) the owner. He told me that I was good for business and that he had a lot of new customers who came for my mouth.

He set up a private glory hole booth for me that was free, and everyone visiting knew where to find me. I made up some cards that were like business cards and gave them to the guys I blew, and many of them contacted me for service outside. That was fortunate because one day the police raided the arcade and shut them down. Fortunately I wasn't there or I might have ended up in jail, like the owner and some of the customers.

Thanks to my networking, I had a large group of regulars I could depend upon to keep my belly filled with cum.

While I do find women attractive, and occasionally date, I don't intend to ever get married. I'm having more sex than any married guy, so why mess up a good thing?

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)