Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2016 16:13:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 14

First Taste of Cum (part 14)

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.

–––––––––– Joy Ride ––––––––––

I'm Tommy, a 14 year old boy in love with my Dad's car: a blue Mazda Miata
convertible.  It is a really hot car and fun to drive.  I know its fun to
drive because I did drive it, and that's was changed my life!

Since he got the car I loved to ride with him and I watched carefully as he
shifted gears and used the clutch.  I asked him if it was difficult and he
told me that the shifting was really easy, but sometimes the clutch could
be a little tricky for beginners.  You had to give the engine gas while
letting the clutch out – not enough gas and the engine would stall.  As
I watched him, it looked like he just stepped on the clutch and let it out,
but as I looked more closely I could see that he was working both feet
together.

I asked if he would teach me and he said it would, once I was old enough to
drive.  That was two years away – an eternity at my age.

One day my parents went out for dinner and took my Mom's car, leaving the
Miata at home.  I knew that they would be gone for several hours, and just
couldn't resist the temptation to take his car for a ride.

I found my Dad's car keys and went out to the car.  I hoped that I would be
able to manage the clutch as well as my Dad, and nervously buckled in,
stepped on the clutch and turned the key to start the engine.  Nothing
happened!  Did my Dad have some sort of lockout device?  Then I remembered
that I had to step on the clutch to start it!  The car was parked in our
driveway, which was facing downhill, so the car began to roll downhill as
soon as I stepped on the clutch.  I had to step on the brake to hold the
car in place.

Taking a deep breath, I took my foot off the brake and stepped on the gas.
We were already moving forward, and when I let out the clutch the car
seemed to jump a bit, but that was all.  It looked to me like the clutch
wasn't as difficult as I worried it would be!

Following what I learned from watching my Dad, I accelerated and then
shifted through the gears – it was great fun, but soon I came to a stop
sign and slowed down.  As I came to a stop the engine stalled.  Damn!  I
forgot to push in the clutch!

I quickly looked around, hoping nobody had seen this stupid mistake, and
started the engine.  I let out the clutch to start forward, and the car
jumped and then stalled.  Shit!  I started the engine again.  This time I
gave the engine a lot more gas before letting out the clutch, and the car
jumped and squealed the tires, but did not stall.

At least I got started, but not very gracefully!  I realized that I had to
find just the right amount of gas to make a smooth start without stalling,
and practiced as I drove through my neighborhood.  I found that it was
especially tricky when I was stopped on a hill, and would tend to roll
backward before the clutch engaged.  That was scary – if a car had been
behind me I might have rolled into it!

I was beginning to build some confidence as I practiced, and found that I
could usually start up from a stop without stalling the engine, but it was
often pretty jerky.  I found that if there was nobody coming from the other
street, I could just slow down and drive through the stop in first gear,
and not have to stop at all.  If there were other cars I would stop, but I
liked not having to.

This was working pretty well for me until I heard a police siren after
driving through a stop.  Shit – now I was in trouble!

I pulled to a stop and the cop approached me and began to say, "Sir, you
drove right through that stop . . ."

When he got a good look at me he said, "How old are you?"

"Fourteen," I replied.

"Then I don't need to ask for your license and registration," he said,
"please get out of the car."

I was shaking like a leaf but did what he ordered.  He took me to his
police car and put me in the back seat.

"Where are your parents?" he asked.

"Out for dinner," I timidly replied, "please don't tell them."

"Look kid, you're in serious trouble," he replied, "You've broken several
laws and if your parents wanted to press charges, you could go to jail for
grand theft auto."

I felt like my life was over as I reluctantly gave the cop my Dad's cell
phone number.

I was glad I could only hear one side of the conversation as he talked to
my Dad.  I didn't know what Dad was saying, but knew he was really pissed.
I heard the cop tell my Dad that the car would be towed to the impound
yard, where he could pick it up tomorrow.  After he hung up, I asked the
cop, "so what happens now?"

"Well, you are probably lucky that I caught you, rather than your Dad," he
said, "at least I won't kill you!"

"You'll be spending the night with us," he continued, "the jail doesn't
exactly have all the comforts of home, but it will keep you out of further
trouble."

I begged him to just let me go, but nothing I said made any difference.

At the jail I had to answer a bunch of questions while they filled out
paperwork, and then they took my finger prints and a mug shot.  Then they
led me to a cell with three other boys in it – one about my age, and two
a little older.

Once inside the cell, the guard left us alone and one of the bigger kids
said, "what are you in for?"

"I took my Dad's car," I replied.

"What a tough guy!" the bigger kid replied, and they all laughed.

The two big guys were Jake and Mike, busted for using a stolen credit card,
and the guy my age was Jimmy, busted for shoplifting.

"You know what an alpha-male is?" Jake asked.

"No," I replied.

"We are in charge here," said Jake, "and you have to do what we say, right
Jimmy?"

Jimmy meekly nodded but remained silent – it looked like Jake and Mike
had roughed him up a bit before I arrived.

"So you got that?" Jake asked, "you gonna do what we say?"

"Yes," I said, afraid of getting smacked around myself.

"Good!" said Jake, and unzipped his pants, taking out his cock, "now suck
me."

"No way!" I said.

Mike immediately smacked my face, and Jake did the same.  I began to cry
and Jake said, "look at the sissy crying – but that won't get you
nothing here – now open that sissy mouth!"

I opened and he stuck his cock in.  I was humiliated, but had no choice.
He told me to suck him while moving my tongue around on the head of his
cock.  I did so and found that I kind of liked it, but was careful not to
show it.  He kept telling me what a sissy cocksucker I was and that I was
born to serve real men.

In a few minutes he came in my mouth and I almost choked on the vile taste.
"Now swallow, faggot," said Jake, and I did.  I wasn't sure if I would be
sick or not, but it was good to get that horrible taste out of my mouth.

Even so, the aftertaste reminded me that I had done what no normal guy
would ever have done.

Mike said, "You tell me when you are ready to blow me, but don't wait too
long or it will be rough on you."

At first I didn't know why he wanted me to tell him when I was ready to
suck him, but soon I realized that it was part of the humiliation, because
I would be volunteering to suck him!  I debated if I should simply not
agree, but then thought better of it.

After about ten minutes, I said, "I'm ready."

Mike smiled and approached me, unzipping.  "You've got a nice mouth," he
said, as he was slipping his cock into me.

I sucked him as he gave me direction, and soon he was cumming.  His load
tasted bad, but not as bad as Jake's.  After that they left me alone, and I
went to sit on one of the bunks, near Jimmy.  After a few minutes I turned
to Jimmy and asked, "what about you?"

"Huh?" was his response.

"Do you want a blowjob?" I asked.

"Sure!" he replied, and approached me, unzipping.  His cock was smaller,
and I was beginning to like sucking him.  I realized that I was indeed
sucking him completely voluntarily, so I really was now a cocksucker!

We all slept the night without incident, and in the morning all three of
the guys were hard and I blew them all again.

Jake said, "when you get out you can find me working at Mitchell's garage –
I'm a mechanic there."

At this point I was obsessed with what my Dad was going to do and say to
me, so I just nodded in affirmation.

The guard brought us breakfast and in a few hours my Dad came to get me.

I won't go into the details of the serious bitching-out he gave me on the
way home.  I stayed home that day and could not do anything but sit and
think about what I had done.

I knew that my Dad intended me to think about how bad it was to take his
car, but instead I thought about how much I liked the cocksucking!  For a
long time I had secretly fantasized about sucking cocks, but never dared to
try.

I smiled at the irony: my Dad thought that keeping me in jail overnight
would teach me a lesson, but all it taught me was to be a cocksucker!

At dinner that night I could tell that my Mom felt sorry for me and was
inclined to show me some mercy, but one glance from my Dad changed all
that.

He told me that I was grounded for the rest of the month (about three
weeks), and that unless I started getting all A's and B's in school that I
wouldn't be driving until I was 18.  That hit me hard!  All my friends
would be driving and I wouldn't?  I guess I better pay attention to the
school work.

At school I tried to focus on the work, but found myself thinking about
cock.  I wanted to blow the guys in class, but didn't dare.  I just didn't
know how to get around to blowing anyone without risking public exposure.

After a week I saw Jimmy in the hallway.  My heart lept.  I didn't know he
went to my school, but I hurried to catch up with him and called out to
him.

"I didn't know you were here," he said.

"Me neither," I said, "would you like another blowjob?"

"Sure," he said, "but where?"

"Let's meet after school and find a place," I replied, and he agreed.

I lived within walking distance of school, so I didn't ride a school bus.
After school Jimmy met me at the door and we walked together.  "You really
like sucking cock, don't you?" he asked.

"I had never done it before that night in jail," I confessed, "but found
that I like it a lot!"

As we were walking past a small wooded area I realized that it was a good
place for a blowjob, so we walked into the woods and I blew Jimmy there.
Now I found that I liked the taste of cum.  Afterwards I told him that I
would blow him as often as he needed it, provided that he kept it secret.
He agreed, and we went our separate ways.

I blew Jimmy twice a week after that, which made my three weeks of
grounding less difficult for me.  After my three weeks were up, I decided
to go to Mitchell's garage and look for Jake.  Upon arrival I went in to a
person at the service desk and asked for Jake.  He took me back to Jake,
who was working on a car, and had grease all over his hands.

He grinned to see me and I asked him if I could blow him again.  He said
sure, and called out to the other four guys in the garage, "This is Tommy,
the kid from jail that I told you about!"

They all gathered around and unzipped as I dropped to my knees.

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

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