Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2016 20:08:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 68

First Taste of Cum (part 68)

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.

–––––––––– What Are Friends For? ––––––––––

I'm Ben, and gave my first blowjob at age 14.  Jim was my best friend, and
when we were kids we used to play with each other's cocks.  It wasn't a
sexual thing – it just felt good.  That stopped when we began puberty
and realized that it was a gay thing to do.

Both of us liked girls and wanted to appear as normal as possible.  Still,
I thought about Jim's cock a lot.  I hadn't seen it in years and wondered
what it looked like.  When we were kids our cocks were tiny, but now my
cock had grown quite a bit and I was sure Jim's had as well.

What bothered me was that my interest in Jim's cock went beyond looking and
handling him – I regularly thought about sucking him, and found these
thoughts very arousing.  I tried to suppress them, but could not.  I did my
very best keep my gay feelings to myself.

One day Jim and I were walking in the woods and stopped to take a leak.  I
couldn't resist taking a quick look as Jim's cock, and didn't think he saw
me looking – good thing – I sure didn't want my best friend to think
I was queer!

We continued our walk and Jim completely surprised me by asking, "Ever
think about sucking cock?"

I was stunned by this – did he know? How could he?  I didn't say
anything, and Jim must have sensed my uneasiness.

"We're best friends," Jim said, "you can tell me."

I continued to hesitate, but finally admitted, "Well, I little bit."

"I have too," agreed Jim, "I've wondered what it would feel like to be
sucked – I hear it's the very best way to cum!"

I nodded in agreement and Jim continued, "You can suck me if you like."

"No thanks!" I shot back – this was getting too close for comfort, and I
wasn't about to give myself away.

"Look Ben," Jim replied, "We've always been best friends, and what are
friends for, if not to help each other out?  It will just be between the
two of us."

His offer sounded good, but I was scared, and didn't reply.

Jim stopped and turned toward me.  He unzipped and took his cock out,
saying, "Go ahead, take it in your hand, just like we used to do as kids."

Somehow that made it seem right and I took hold of his cock and gently
squeezed.  Jim sighed with pleasure and said, "It's even better now –
keep going."

I continued to fondle him and he reached full erection, and he began to
plead with me, "Please Ben, I need to cum – please suck me."

I wanted to suck him but was torn with fear.  My cock was still in my pants
but I was getting aroused as well, and hoped Jim didn't notice.  The more I
looked at Jim's cock the more I wanted it.  Finally I said, "Will you suck
me?"

"I'll consider it," Jim said, "depending on how I feel."

I would have liked something more definite, but that was close enough for
me, and I dropped to my knees.  Jim brought his cock to my mouth and I
opened to receive him.  It felt incredibly wonderful – it fit so
perfectly – like it belonged there.  Jim moaned with delight as I sucked
and in short order filled my mouth with his hot load.

It was really strong tasting – like nothing I had ever experienced, but
not a bad taste.  I knelt there in wonder as Jim finished pumping, not sure
what I should do next.

"It's okay to swallow," Jim said, so I did.

"How about me now?" I asked.

"Maybe tomorrow," Jim said, "I can't right now."

I was a little disappointed by that, but thrilled that I had sucked Jim's
cock.  I went home and immediately jacked off.

I didn't see Jim for the next few days – he seemed to be avoiding me.  I
was afraid that sucking him had destroyed our friendship, and I was
beginning to regret ever sucking him, though I had loved it at the time.

I saw Jim sitting alone on the school bus and decided to confront him.  I
sat next to him and whispered, "I suppose you don't want anything to do
with me now that you know I'm a cocksucker."

"No, it's not that!" Jim insisted.

"Then what?" I asked.

"I feel like I took unfair advantage of our friendship," Jim said.  "I like
our friendship and feel like I may have ruined it."

"I sucked you because I wanted to," I said, "and I don't regret it."

"But I can't suck you," Jim said, "I thought about it, but just can't bring
myself to do such a thing."

"You don't have to," I assured him, "I'll just suck you."

"Really?" Jim asked, "You would do that?"

"What are friends for?" I replied, and we both laughed.

We got off the school bus, but instead of going home went into the woods
where soon Jim's cock was in my mouth again.  "Go ahead and jack off if you
like," said Jim, and I took my cock and began stroking as I sucked.

As I became more aroused I sucked more eagerly and soon Jim filled my mouth
with his seed, triggering the strongest climax I had ever had!  I shot my
cum on the ground.  That was a wonderful experience for both of us!

We repeated that several times a week – it was much better than jacking
off at home!

Blowing Jim had made our friendship better than it had ever been.  Jim
described it as taking it to a new level.  I continued to suck Jim
throughout high school.  As we dated girls, Jim would often come to me
after a date, horny and I would relieve him.  I found myself thinking about
sucking Jim when I was with girls, but never admitted it to them.

After graduation I went to a nearby college and dated further, meeting the
woman I would ask to be my wife.

Of course Jim was my best man at my wedding, and just before I was to go
out and take my place at the altar, Jim checked in on me in my waiting
room.  He unzipped and said, "I haven't cum in three days, and have a
special load for your wedding."

There in my tux I dropped to my knees and blew Jim, hoping we wouldn't be
interrupted.

Jim came almost immediately and said, "Now just hold it in your mouth until
the 'I do' part."

The wedding music started, which was my cue to come out, and I did.  I
stood there before the whole congregation with a mouthful of Jim's cum.  I
watched my bride approach me, hoping that I could keep my secret safe from
her.  I smiled as she stood next to me and the minister began.  As the "I
do" part approached I swallowed Jim's load, glad that it had become an
unforgettable part of my wedding.

At the end when we kissed I kept my lips closed so my wife wouldn't taste
Jim's cum.  In the car afterward she offered me a breath mint, saying, "Ben
you should take one of these."

I took the mint and thanked her, hoping she didn't know the cause of my bad
breath.

Now Jim is married and both our wives are friends.  We spend a lot of time
together and I continued to blow Jim, especially when his wife has her
period.

Now Jim and I have kids in school, and our friendship is stronger than
ever.

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

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