Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2016 11:23:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 61

First Taste of Cum (part 61)

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.

–––––––––– Forced by Brother ––––––––––

I'm Mike, a 14 year old who was forced to be a cocksucker at an early age.
I was ten at the time and my older brother, Mark was sixteen.  It all
happened very suddenly and there was nothing I could do about it.

I generally stayed clear of Mark because he picked on me, but sometimes he
came looking for me.  My parents weren't of much help because all they did
was yell at him for picking on me, and that didn't seem to bother him.
Most of the time he was discrete about picking on me, so he just didn't get
caught.

One morning I was awakened suddenly by Mark kneeling over me in my bed,
pinning my arms down with his knees.  My eyes opened to find his cock
pressed to my lips.  I tried to cry out but as soon as I opened my mouth he
slipped his cock in.

"Now just shut up and do what I tell you," Mark said, "got it?"

I grunted and affirmative, knowing there was no escape.  At age 10 I had no
idea why he would do this, other than to humiliate me, and this certainly
wasn't the first humiliation I had suffered from Mark.

"Now just hold my cock in your mouth as if you like it," continued Mark,
"Suck on it, and move your tongue around the tip."

I did as he ordered and felt his cock growing in my mouth.  I knew about
stiffy's, because I got them myself – they were usually just
embarrassments, but Mark really seemed to like this – but then again he
always liked picking on me.

"You're doing good," said Mark, "just keep it up – in a few minutes I'm
going to cum in your mouth and I want you to just swallow."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just kept sucking like
before.  In a few minutes he said, "I'm cumming!"

To my surprise his cock began squirting a foul tasting hot substance in my
mouth that I thought was piss.  "Swallow!" Mark said, "Swallow it all now!"

Having no other choice, I swallowed.  I was mad as hell and when he pulled
out I said, "You bastard! What do you mean pissing in my mouth?"

"That wasn't piss," Mark said, "It was cum."

He held up his softening cock to show me a white droplette at the tip.
"Lick it and see for yourself."

Wanting confirmation, I extended my tongue and licked the white droplette.
Sure enough it had the same foul taste as the stuff I had just swallowed.

"When you are a few years older," Mark explained, "and you start to grow
hair between your legs, you will be able to jack off and cum.  It feels
really good and you'll understand."

Mark got off me and said I had given him a really good blowjob and he
looked forward to many, many more.  I said I was going to tell Dad about it
and he told me that if I told anyone that soon everyone would know that I'm
a cocksucker – a really bad thing for a boy to be!

The rest of the day I thought about my humiliation.  I wondered about
cocksuckers and if he had told me the truth, so I asked my friends if they
had ever heard of them.  Most had not, but Tommy, who had a couple of older
brothers said that some of his brothers girlfriends would give them
blowjobs, and it was great.

When I asked if guys ever did it and they said it was about the most
disgusting thing a guy could do.  Guys like that were called queers or
faggots and everybody hated them.

I really didn't understand all this, but it was enough for me to know that
I didn't want anyone to know I was a cocksucker.  When I got home from
school I went to see Mark and said, "Why did you make me a cocksucker?"

"I'd rather get a blowjob than to jack off," he said, "and you're available
and it turns out that you suck really well."

I didn't understand about jacking off, but I said, "Well, no more!"

Mark turned to me and said, "Let me explain how it's going to be, little
brother – you are going to suck my cock whenever I want you to –
perhaps by force at first, but eventually you will do it voluntarily."

"Never!" I said, sure that I would never willingly suck him.

"We'll see," was all that Mark replied.

Over the next week I awoke every day to Mark pinning me to the bed and
forcing me to suck his cock.  I didn't like it at all – it was a
terrible way to wake up each day.

After a week of this Mark asked, "Are you ready to do this voluntarily?"

"I don't understand," I replied.

"If you will suck me when I tell you to," Mark explained, "I won't have to
force you to, and it will be easier for both of us."

"You've made it clear that I have to suck you," I said, "and I sure don't
like waking up that way."

"Come see me tonight," Mark said, "and we'll try it a different way."

Throughout the day I thought about this and how it might work.  I knew that
one way or another I was going to suck him, but doing it voluntarily seemed
especially humiliating, but I just didn't want to continue as things were.

That night after school I went to Mark's room and he asked, "What do you
want?"

"You said to come see you tonight," I replied.

"But you want something, don't you?" he asked, "I want you to tell me you
want to suck my cock!"

I turned to leave and he said, "Eventually you will say it, or maybe I
should make you beg for my cock?"

I decided I better cooperate or it would get worse, so I said just above a
whisper, "I want to suck your cock."

"Good!", said Mark, "I'm really glad you do – now get on your knees."

I got on my knees and Mark approached, unzipping.  He took his cock out and
presented it to me.  Realizing that I was now doing this voluntarily, I
opened my mouth and took his cock in.  I sucked and tongued as he had
taught me and felt his cock grow from my attention.

"Look me in the eyes now," he said.

With his cock in my mouth I looked up and made eye contact.  Mark was
smiling and said, "Yes, you are my cocksucker!"

I continued to hold the eye contact until Mark broke away.  I realized that
I was indeed his cocksucker and would be sucking him whenever he wanted me
to!

Soon Mark came in my mouth and I accepted his cum without complaint,
swallowing obediently.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Mark asked.  I agreed, saying that at
least it wasn't so violent.

"You don't want anybody else to know about this," Mark said, "and as long
as you blow me whenever I want, your secret is safe with me – but if you
ever refuse, everyone will know you're a cocksucker!"

I left, knowing that I was truly trapped.  I sucked Mark every day after
that – sometimes twice daily.  I became accustomed to the taste of his
cum, and kind of looked forward to it, since it signaled the end of the
blowjob.

One day after I blew Mark he said, "I want you to blow one of my friends."

"That's not part of the deal!" I protested.

"Well, it is now," said Mark.  "I want you to go to Jim's house after
school and blow him like you blow me.  He won't tell anyone either."

Throughout the day my mind kept coming back to this.  I knew that I was a
cocksucker, but so far it was with only Mark.  If I went along with him I
would be sucking two guys – would this continue until I was sucking a
group of guys?  I considered just not showing up, but realized that it
would just create trouble for me, and maybe cause my secret to get out.

After school I walked to Jim's house, not sure what to say.  I sure didn't
want to ask to blow him, but I wasn't sure how to get things started.

I knocked on the door and Jim opened it up.  "I'm Mike, Marks brother," I
said.

Fortunately Jim said, "You're here for the blowjob?"

I nodded and he invited me in.  We went to his room and he unzipped.  I was
on my knees before his cock was out and soon he was in my mouth.  His cock
was differently shaped than Mark's.  It was longer but skinny.  I explored
its shape with my tongue as I sucked him.  There was something special
about sucking Jim and I resolved to do my very best for him.

Soon Jim came in my mouth – it was strong tasting, but a little
different than Mark's cum.  I swallowed without hesitation, and Jim thanked
me.  He thanked me – I don't know why, but that was really special –
like he appreciated my work.

I was a cocksucker, but Jim made me feel good about it. "Can you come by
tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, now wanting to please him more.  As I walked home I
realized that I enjoyed giving Jim's blowjob, though I certainly didn't
want my secret to get out.

When I got home I blew Mark. Though I didn't really like blowing Mark, I
didn't dislike it as much as before, and just saw it as a daily duty I had
to deal with.  I swallowed his cum and he asked how it went with Jim.  I
told him that it went well and that I had to go back tomorrow.

Mark smiled and told me to blow Jim as often as he wanted it.

I nodded in agreement, knowing that I really enjoyed sucking Jim.

As I lay in bed that night I realized that I really liked sucking Jim and
wanted more.  Sucking Mark was just a duty, but Jim was something I wanted.

I continued to suck Mark and Jim until Mark graduated and went off to
college.  Jim stayed in town and attended a local community college, so I
continued to suck him.  He introduced me to five of his friends, and I
found that sucking them was something I really liked.  They all treated me
like I was an appreciated service provider, and I've grown to really
appreciate servicing everyone them!

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Thanks to one of my readers, Mike (phlbridad2@yahoo.com) for this story
idea.

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

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