Date: Fri, 20 May 2016 20:16:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 31

First Taste of Cum (part 31)

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.

–––––––––– Jack of Spades ––––––––––

I'm a 16 year old white guy.  I dream about sucking cock but would never
dare to actually do it.  There is an openly gay guy in my school who is
constantly picked on, so I keep my secret longings to myself.  I enjoy my
jackoff fantasies with guys cumming in my mouth, but never actually did it.

My father got transferred and we moved from our suburban area to
Pittsburgh.  My father searched for housing in the better neighborhoods but
was unable to find anything we could afford.  I heard my mother arguing
with him about not being so proud – she thought we should live where we
could afford to live.  Finally my mother prevailed and we settled in a
mostly black neighborhood, with a predominantly black school.

This didn't bother be because we had a lot of black kids in my last school,
many of whom were my friends.  I had fantasized about sucking their big
cocks, but never dared make a move.

In my new school I tried to be friendly and fit in, but it went pretty
slow.  There was an older guy, Jake who had a locker near mine who seemed
friendly toward me.  One day we were both at our lockers together and I saw
a picture on the inside of his locker door: a white guy blowing a black
guy.  It was such a hot picture I couldn't help staring. Jake just held the
locker door open while I stared, almost unable to move.  Finally he broke
the silence and said, "You like it, don't you?"

Startled, I replied, "Maybe."

I don't know why I said that – I guess I just wasn't thinking.

"It's ok," said Jake, "lots of white boys like that."

He offered me a magazine and said, "Take a look, and let me know when
you're ready to start."

I should have refused but I took the magazine and stuffed it into my book
bag, hoping nobody would see.

When I got home I took the magazine out.  It was titled, "Jack of Spades"
and every picture showed a white guy sucking a huge black cock, or getting
cum sprayed on his face.  It was so arousing that I jacked off on the spot
and came very strongly.  After I came, I read some of the text which told
that a Jack of Spades was a white guy who serviced black guys exclusively.
Would I be willing to do that?  Of course!  I was aroused again and jacked
off a second time.  Continuing to browse the magazine I had to jack off a
third time, and then a fourth.  It was difficult to cum the last time, and
I found that my balls hurt – I had never cum so much at one time –
all in less than an hour.  My parents would be home soon, so I hid the
magazine.

Throughout the evening I thought about the magazine, and about Jake wanting
me to tell him when I was "ready to start".  Did he mean he just wanted me
to blow him?  Or did he mean for me to become a Jack of Spades and blow a
lot of guys?  I had to admit that I would be glad to blow any of the guys
at school, but I didn't want to get picked on like the gay guy at my other
school.

I was able to jack off one more time when I went to bed, but my balls
continued to ache – they must be fully drained!  I drifted off to sleep
thinking about sucking black guys.

The next morning I saw Jake, who asked me how I liked the magazine.  "It's
different," was all I said.

"How soon do you want to start?" he asked.

"Not sure," I said, "I need to know more about what's involved."

I was talking without thinking again – I just about admitted that I
would, but I couldn't take the words back.

"Let's hook up at lunch and I'll go over everything," said Jake, and we
went to our homeroom to begin the day.

At lunch Jake and I sat at a table away from others, so we could talk in
private.  "By now I'm sure that you like what you've seen in the magazine
and would like to do some yourself," opened Jake.

"Yes," I admitted, "but I don't want any trouble from it."  I explained
about the gay guy at my last school being picked on a lot.

"That won't happen here," assured Jake, "the Jack of Spades role is an
honored one, and the black guys will all be nice to you.  There aren't many
white guys, and some may envy your situation, but the brothers will protect
you."

"What would I have to do?" I asked.

"Mainly suck any black cock offered to you," explained Jake, "You'll be
known by everyone in the school, including the teachers.

"Even the teachers?" I asked in shock.

"They pretty much all know – the male teachers are all fine with it and
most will approach you at some time or other.  The female teachers tolerate
it, because it is part of black culture, though some may pretend not to
know."

"Let me think about it and get back to you tomorrow, ok?" I replied.

Jake agreed and told me to look at a couple of the school yearbooks in the
library and look for white guys identified with the Jack of Spades logo.

I went to the library during study hall that afternoon and pulled out a
couple of yearbooks.  I paged through the first one and could find nothing.
As I paged through the second one I say a white kid whose picture included
the Jack of Spades logo: I black spade with a lower case "j" in it.

Later in the yearbook I say that he was included in quite a few of the
school activities, and seemed to be really popular.

One of the librarians paused and saw what I was looking at.  She was a
middle aged black woman, who whispered to me, "Thinking of becoming a Jack
for us?"

Embarrassed, I just nodded.  She smiled at me and said, that might be just
the right move for a boy like me, and wished me luck."

Now that was completely unexpected – it seemed like the Jack of Spades
was almost a position of honor at this school.

That afternoon when I got home I got out the magazine and jacked off until
my balls hurt again.  I really wanted to be a Jack of Spades, but was still
a little afraid.

When I awoke the next morning I was still afraid, but decided to go for it
– once I started I would have to continue, so I just needed to fight
past the initial fear.

When I saw Jake I told him I was ready to start, and he told me to go see
Mr. Melford, the gym teacher, at lunch time.  I thought about it all
through my morning classes, excited by the prospects, but fearful of what
might happen.  This wasn't exactly the same as reporting to the principal's
office, but kind of felt like it.

At lunch time I went to Mr. Melford's office and knocked on the door.  He
waved me in and I said, "Jake said I should come see you."

"About the Jack of Spades" position – yes," he replied.

We talked and he explained that it was a really major commitment, and an
obligation to black men everywhere.  Once I began I would be obligated to
continue as long as I went to this school.  He said I could begin to
represent myself as a Jack of Spades immediately, but my official induction
would be a week from Friday in gym class.  He would announce me to the
class this Friday and tell all the guys to save their loads for me. That
way they would not jack off and would have a full load for me the following
Friday.

I would blow them all in the showers and leave with a belly-full of cum.

Mr. Melford handed me a chain pendant necklace with a Jack of Spades logo
on it.  "You can wear this under your shirt when you need to hide it, he
explained, "but as much as possible you should wear it out of your shirt.
If you display it in public you might be approached for blowjobs on the
spot."

He also gave me a small black booklet with the Jack of Spades logo embossed
on the cover.  In it were printed the names of all the black guys in the
school, beginning with seniors and then continuing through to freshmen.

"When you blow a guy for the first time, he will sign and date your book,"
he continued, "Try to blow as many as you can, but for sure do your best to
blow all the seniors this year, before they graduate."

He explained that once I had blown all the seniors that I could approach
teachers – most of who would welcome me.

I put on the necklace, positioning the pendant on my chest, and stuck the
book in my pocket.  Mr. Melford wished me luck and I thanked him, leaving
for my first afternoon class.

My next class was history, taught be Mrs. Martin.  My necklace was
immediately recognized by nearly everyone.  The girls giggled and talked
among themselves, while many of the boys just smiled at me.  Mrs. Martin
noticed the attention and called me up to the front of the class.  She said
she was glad to see that I would be the school's Jack of Spades and noted
that we had gone a year without one, since the last one graduated and
nobody stepped forward to take the position.  She said that she was sure
the boys would get to know me very well, and I returned to my seat.

Marsha, the girl who sat next to me whispered, "You were red as a beet up
there – you must have been really embarrassed."

"This is all so new to me," I said.

"I'm sure the girls will all love you!" she said.

That was a surprise, and I asked, "Why is that?"

"Their boyfriends are always horny," she said, "and when they are having
their period they will send their boyfriends to you."

I smiled and did some quick mental arithmetic.  There were about 400 kids
in the school – if half were girls and all of them had boyfriends, and
they had their periods for a week a month, that meant that at any time
there were 50 horny guys needing blowjobs!

Over a week's time, that was ten blowjobs a day – I could do that!  Of
course the reality might be completely different, but we'll see what
happens.

I hoped that I would begin sucking nearly right away, but there was an
understanding that I was off limits until my induction on Friday, so I
jacked off every night thinking about it.

Finally on Friday at gym class, Mr. Melford reminded the guys of my
induction in the showers after class.  He excused me a little early so I
could hit he showers and be ready for the class.

I took a quick shower and got to my knees as I heard the guys coming in.
The guys quickly stripped down and entered the showers, many already erect
in anticipation.  Nearly all of their cocks were much bigger than mine, and
soon the first entered my mouth.  I could smell and taste the sweat from
exercise, but that just intensified the experience.  In a few pumps he gave
me an enormous load.  I couldn't believe how intense the flavor was –
unlike anything else!  I swallowed as he pulled out and another took his
place.  This one was uncut, which was new to me, but I rubbed my tongue
across his sensitive head and soon he gave up his cum to me.  It was a big
load, and also strong tasting, but I swallowed it.

All the other guys had showered a bit, so their cocks had more the smell of
soap, but they were still very eager to cum, as I was to swallow their cum!

About half the guys were uncut – I learned that it was pretty common for
black men.  I learned how to manipulate the foreskin if it covered the
head.  Uncut men had especially sensitive cock heads, and I learned to work
my tongue under the foreskin and lick the head, causing them to harden and
pull out of the foreskin.

In all I sucked thirteen guys and then finished showering myself.  I got
dressed and as I walked out Mr. Melford asked how I felt.

"Actually my stomach feels a little uneasy," I admitted.

"That's normal," he said, "you swallowed a lot of cum today and you're not
used to it – but you will with more experience!"

After gym I had one more class before lunch.  I decided to look for Jake at
lunch and get him to sign my book (of course after blowing him).

At lunch I saw Jake and asked if he could sign my book.  He smiled and we
went to the boy's restroom.  I blew him there right in the open – even
though there were other guys there, it was quite acceptable to be open
about it.  Jake told me that he had been saving his load since the day he
gave me the magazine, so he had lots of cum for me.

I sucked him eagerly, grateful for his making all this possible for me.  He
came and I swallowed his hot load, but almost immediately felt the need to
throw up.  I fought it and kept it down, but I told Jake that I thought I
had just swallowed my limit.

Jake took me to the school clinic and told the nurse that it was my Jack of
Spades induction day and that I had swallowed my limit and felt nauseous.

The nurse smiled at me and said, "This will be a day you'll remember.  If
you want to empty your stomach I can give you something to do that – if
not I'll give you something to calm your stomach."

I told her I wanted to keep it all down, so she gave me a pill to take and
had me rest there for little while.  She explained that I might have some
loose stools tomorrow morning, and any time I swallowed a lot.  She
cautioned me against swallowing more today.  I thanked her and left.

By Christmas break I had sucked all of the seniors, and by the end of the
school year I sucked more than half of the male staff.  I was really
surprised to find that some of the female staff invited me to their home to
suck their husbands and sons, which was an unexpected delight!

I did catch a little flack from a few of the white guys, who called me a
despicable faggot, but they never gave me trouble with black guys around.

During the school year I had plenty of cock to suck, but on summer vacation
I wore my pendant in public and was delighted to find black cocks seeking
me out nearly continually!

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

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