Date: Sat, 7 May 2016 14:39:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 23

First Taste of Cum (part 23)

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.

–––––––––– Grounded by Mom ––––––––––

My name is Jeff.  I'm 12 and just beginning to learn about sex.  I'm
supposed to have sex education next year, but I hear it doesn't tell you
anything useful, so I've been discovering things myself and learning from
my friends.

I live with my Mom, who divorced my father years ago.  She never told me
much about him but I remember hearing her talking with her friend on the
phone and heard her call him a cocksucker.

My Mom was very strict, I suppose trying to make up for my Dad not being
with us, but it sure made it tough on me.  She freaks out about the
stupidest stuff.  I got home half an hour late for dinner one day last week
and now I'm grounded all this week.  It's summer vacation and I'm wasting a
week of it having to stay at home.

At first I was confined to my room, but my mother relaxed my punishment a
bit and said I could go outside into the back yard if I wanted to.  The
back yard was fenced in with a chain link fence, so it was like a kind of
prison as well.

Just the same, being outside was better than staying in my room.  I found
myself looking beyond the fence, to places I couldn't go.  Mike is the boy
next door, in high school.  High school kids usually didn't have anything
to do with kids my age, but he was cool, and soon we struck up a
conversation.  I told him I was grounded and couldn't leave.

"I'll bet you'd love to do something your mother wouldn't approve of," Mike
said.

"I sure would," I replied, "You have something in mind?"

"I might," said Mike, "How would you like to handle my cock?"

"What for?" I asked, at this point, he might have asked me to hold his hand
– I couldn't see the point of it.

"Well, it would really feel good to me," explained Mike, "and you might
enjoy it.  What do you think you Mom would think about you doing that?"

"I'll bet she'd really be pissed," I said with a smile.

Mike moved to down the fence to a place not visible from the house.  He
unzipped his pants and took his cock out.  "Wow!  That's huge!" I said.

"It will be even bigger once you get me hard," he said, and moved to the
fence, extending his cock through the fence.

I approached him, reached and took his cock in my hand.  I had never
touched another cock before and liked the way it felt.  I squeezed it and
Mike sighed with pleasure.  His cock grew in my hand and hardened.  This
was so new to me and I really didn't understand arousal, but it was clear
that Mike was feeling something very special.

"That's perfect!" Mike said, "Now just hold it firmly and stroke it."

"Like this?" I asked, stroking him.  I had only recently begun to jack off
and I thought that is what he wanted me to do for him.

"Yes! Keep going," he said.

I realized that I was in a position of substantial power.  Here I was, as
12 year old boy, but this high school kid was at my mercy.  I knew that Mom
would really freak out if she knew I was doing this, and that made it even
better.

Mike was holding onto the top of the fence and breathing heavily.  "I'm
gonna cum!" he said.

I stepped aside in time for his stream of cum to shoot out and just miss
me.  I stroked him a few more times as the last of Mike's cum landed on the
lawn.

"Thanks Jeff," he said, "That was really great."

"I did enjoy doing it," I admitted, "and wouldn't mind doing it again."

"We can do that," said Mike, as he pulled his cock back and zipped up.

We agreed upon a time to meet tomorrow, and I went indoors.  I went to my
room and jacked off thinking about what just happened.  I normally jacked
off thinking about girl's tits, but this time was more arousing than any
other time so far.

I looked forward to jacking Mike off tomorrow.

The next day as I stroked Mike again he asked, "Would you like to do
something that would REALLY piss off your Mom?"

"What?" I asked.

"Suck my cock," said Mike, "just suck it instead of stroking it."

"What's the point of that?" I asked, like a real dumb-ass.

"It's the best thing that could happen to a man," he said.

It didn't make sense to me, but I decided to give it a try, and dropped to
my knees.  I took his cock into my mouth and closed my lips around it.

"Oh my God!" said Mike, "that's wonderful – just keep doing that."

I just held him in my mouth and realized that it was kind of nice for me as
well.  I felt so empowered, with Mike surrendering his most valued part to
my mouth.  He risked my biting him, hoping I would suck him to climax.  I
didn't realize that I was giving a blowjob, but soon Mike was coaching my
on how to move my tongue and use my mouth in special ways.

His cock felt really hard, and soon I felt it enlarge slightly and then
begin pumping his load into my mouth.  It was a very strange taste –
different from anything I had even experienced.

I wasn't sure what to do, but just let him continue.  He pulled out and I
held his load in my mouth, unsure if I should swallow or spit it out.

"It's okay to swallow," Mike said, "you'll find that the taste improves as
you swallow more often."

I swallowed and stood up.  "How about another taste tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure!" replied Mike, "would you like me to invite over a couple of friends
for you to suck as well?"

It never occured to me to suck anyone else, but it did sound intriguing,
and I agreed.  Mike said he would call some of his friends and hoped that I
would like the variety.

I went indoors and had the need to jack off immediately.  It was even more
intense than yesterday – the taste left in my mouth was exceptionally
arousing to me!

The next day I met Mike and he had two friends with him, Ed and Tom.

He told them to go first, since they were his guests.  Tom unzipped and
produced a cock much larger than mine, longer than Mike's, but a little
thinner.  He slipped through the fence and soon I was on my knees sucking
him.  I liked the feel of his cock in my mouth as much as Mikes, and used
some of the techniques Mike had taught me.  Soon Tom was pumping his hot
seed into my mouth.  It tasted strong as well, but I found that I liked it
better than yesterday.  He pulled out and I swallowed.  Tom stepped back
and Ed took his place.  Ed's cock was thick and he had a really nice
mushroom head.  As I took him into my mouth I realized that cocks must be
as individual as faces, and looked forward to learning a lot of different
cocks.

Soon Ed came in my mouth and I found his load tasted even better than
Tom's.  Perhaps Mike just had bad tasting cum.  I swallowed and Mike took
his place.  I sucked his now-familiar cock and thought that there was
something very special about continuing to suck Mike's cock.  When Mike
came in my mouth I realized that it tasted much better than yesterday –
I was growing accustomed to the taste of cum, and really liking it!

The guys thanked me and Tom said that I was a really good cocksucker for a
beginner and with practice would become great.

As I went back inside I recalled that my mother had referred to my Dad as a
cocksucker – I was sure she would be really pissed if she knew I was a
cocksucker as well.  I knew I had to keep it secret or she might throw me
out of the house.

For the rest of the week I sucked Mike and various friends every day, and
when I was no longer grounded Mike arranged for me to meet with groups of
his friends to blow.  Within a month I was blowing over a dozen guys
regularly and loving every moment of it.  At first I was worried that word
would get out, but the older guys said they would never say anything and
ruin such a great arrangement.  I decided to stick with these older boys
and not seek to blow anyone my age – it was just safer.

Mike and his friends graduated and went to college, but when they were home
they made a point of looking me up.  Now ten years later they still look me
up when their wives are having their periods.  I'm married too and my wife
has no idea what a cocksucker I am.

When she and I kiss, I sometimes think about all the gallons of cum I've
swallowed, and all that is yet to come!

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

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

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