Date: Mon, 9 May 2016 11:08:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 25

First Taste of Cum (part 25)

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.

–––––––––– Queer Brother ––––––––––

I'm Mike, a 14 year old horny guy.  I jack off whenever I get a chance –
sometimes three or four times a day.  I have a cool brother, Mark, who is a
senior in high school.  He gave me some of his girlie magazines and I use
them all the time for inspiration.

I've been out with girls a few times, but dating just seems so complicated.
It's clear that girls don't want the same thing that boys do.  It seems
like a guy has to spend a lot of time and money with them before they can
make any progress.  Some of my friends have gotten lucky, but so far all
I've been able to do is squeeze some tits and get an occasional look at a
bare tit.

So the magazines have served me well.  Most of them just showed women
posing, usually in sexy positions, but one was more "hard core" and showed
men and women together.  There were a couple of pages of this magazine that
were almost worn thin – they showed women sucking cock.  These were the
most exciting pictures, and sometimes I found myself imagining what it
would be like to suck a cock.  I must admit that on several occasions I
jacked off just looking at the cocks.

Well, variety is the spice of life and I liked to mix up my jack off
fantasies.  In fact I wished I had some other magazines, and one day when
Mark was out I went into his room to see if I could find any new material.

I knew that he stashed his girlie magazines in his bottom desk drawer,
under a bunch of car magazines.  I went there first and soon found two more
girlie magazines, along with something totally unexpected: a bunch of gay
magazines.  They showed really explicit pictures of guys giving blowjobs
and getting cum shot on their faces and in their mouths.  Lucky I was home
alone because I needed to jack off right on the spot!

After I came I put the magazines away, careful to put them back as I found
them.  In the past when I would jack off looking at cocks I passed it off
as just a harmless diversion, and that I was still straight, but now I
began to wonder.  The more I thought about it, I realized that Mark
probably wouldn't have those magazines if he were straight.  I didn't feel
comfortable with the idea that Mark and I were queer.  My Dad would be
really pissed if he knew, because he always had something nasty to say
about gay people.

Over the next week I thought about our sexual orientation.  Whenever Mark
was gone I would sneak a couple of his magazines into my room and jack off
– I just couldn't help it!  When I realized that I was hooked I finally
began to come to terms with my feelings, and decided to talk with Mark
about them.  I decided not to confront him about him being queer, but about
my being queer.

One evening after dinner I went to Mark's room and said, "I've been jacking
off to your magazines."

"Good," said Mark, that's what they are for and that's why I gave them to
you."

"Not those ones," I replied, "the ones in your desk."

Mark's voice changed as he asked, "which ones?"

"The ones with men sucking cocks," I said, "I want you to teach me to give
blowjobs."

"Why the hell do you think I would know anything about that?" asked Mark.

"Look Mark," I said, "You have always taken care of me and I knew I could
count on you for good advice.  Since you have those magazines I thought you
probably might have done some of those things."

"What if I have?" asked Mark.

"Then you could teach me," I said.

"Dad would kill me if he knew I turned you queer!" exclaimed Mark.

"But I already am," I insisted, "I just haven't done anything about it."

We talked for awhile and Mark finally admitted that he had been giving
blowjobs for two years, but didn't think it was a good thing for me to
start.  I tried my best to convince him, hoping that he would hook me up
with some of the guys he sucked, but with no luck.  I was able to convince
him to let me play with his cock, which I really liked.  Eventually he let
me suck him, but wouldn't cum in my mouth, saying it just wasn't right.  I
thought I was getting pretty good at sucking him because I could often get
him to the point where he would make me stop in only a few minutes.

I begged him to cum in my mouth and said I was just dying to taste cum.  He
told me to jack off into my hand and lick it up.  I tried that but always
lost my nerve after I would cum, and told him so.  All he said was to keep
trying.

Finally one Thursday he asked if I wanted to go give blowjobs with him.  I
was eager to hear the details, and Mark explained that there was a roadside
park nearby with a lot of woods, and there was a place in the woods where
men would go to get blowjobs from guys like Mark.

Mark warned me never to give blowjobs in the parking lot there, because the
local cops love to bust guys giving blowjobs, and print their names in the
local paper.  That was a scary thought!  But how safe was it to suck in the
woods?

Mark said the cops don't know about that spot, and he had been blowing guys
every Friday night for the last year or so, and had a lot of guys who would
watch for his car in the parking lot.

I told him I was very interested and he agreed to take me after dinner on
Friday.

The next day I couldn't get my mind off of the adventure that lay before me
that evening.  As soon as we got into the car I unzipped Mark and took his
cock out.  I sucked him gently.  I had learned that if I wasn't too eager
in my sucking that I could keep Mark hard and fully aroused without getting
too close to cumming.

In a few minutes we arrived at the park and I stopped sucking Mark.  He put
his cock away and zipped up.  There was one other car and nobody in sight.
"I think that's the car of one of my regulars," said Mark, as he led me
down a path into the woods.  After a couple of hundred feet we reached a
clearing wear a man was standing.  He greeted us and unzipped, taking out a
big adult-sized cock.  As I watched, Mark dropped to his knees and I
witnessed my first real-life blowjob.  It was much better than in the
magazine – they guy was thrusting in and out of Marks mouth and calling
him a good faggot.  Soon he came and pulled out, and zipped up.  Mark
swallowed and thanked him, and he departed.

Mark got up and said, "You can do the next one.  You will probably be
surprised when he cums in your mouth – it has a very different taste,
but just swallow it – it is an "acquired taste" – the more you get
the better you will like it.

That sounded pretty strange to me – like it was bad tasting but somehow
got better tasting – I was anxious to see for myself.

"Here comes your guy," Mark said, pointing down the path to a guy who was
approaching, "get on your knees so he will know you're a sucker."

I did, and watched with wonder as the guy stood before me and unzipped.  He
took out a cock that was semi-hard and soon it was in my mouth.  He was
bigger than Mark, but I was glad that I had practiced on Mark, who had
given me tips on how to use my tongue and throat muscles to please a cock.
The guy didn't thrust in and out of my mouth like Mark's guy did, but soon
he rewarded my effort, giving me a mouthful of his juice.  I wasn't quite
sure what to do at this point, because it was farther than I had ever gone,
but I just held his cock in my mouth while it continued to pump.

The cum was indeed strange tasting – very strong and different from
anything I had ever tasted before.  I swallowed as he pulled out and
thanked him, as Mark had done.  It seemed only right to thank a man who has
given me a mouthful of cum!

He departed and I got up.  Mark said we would alternate between guys for
now. If there were a few guys there we could both suck at once.  Mark
explained that it was called a "suck line" when guys lined up for blowjobs.

We each sucked two more men before things got busy.  It was beginning to
get dark in the woods, but I certainly didn't need to see for what I was
doing.  I wasn't sure how many men were lined up, but I knew there were at
least two guys waiting for my mouth, and that really thrilled me!

I tried to keep count of how many guys I sucked, but lost count somewhere
after eight.  We both sucked for over an hour, and it slowed down.  Finally
when we waited fifteen minutes and nobody else arrived we left.  All the
way home I thanked Mark for such a wonderful time, and he said that after
we went to bed, to sneak into his room for a special conclusion.

At bedtime I snuck into Mark's room and he told me we were going to 69.  He
had me lay on top of him and suck his cock while he sucked mine.  After all
the blowjobs we had each given we were very ready to cum, and soon gave
each other our loads.

I thanked Mark for the wonderful evening and told him I was glad to finally
taste his sperm.  He told me we could do that regularly now.

Mark and I 69'd nearly every night and he took me sucking most Friday
nights.  As graduation approached he introduced me to twelve of his better
"regulars" and I agreed to blow them as needed while Mark was gone to
college.  They are now my regulars and I've added more, so now I suck more
than 20 guys regularly, besides those in the park.  My Dad would really
shit if he knew how many gallons of cum I've swallowed!

Some of my regulars are older married guys who don't get it from their
wives any more, while some are younger horny studs.  A few are guys I knew
at school, but they are cool about it and keep my secret.  I think I have
just the right group of regulars, who keep me busy with two to five
blowjobs a day!

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

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