Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 01:26:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 69

First Taste of Cum (part 69)

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.

–––––––––– My Story ––––––––––

I appreciate the many readers who shared their first experiences and many
have asked about mine.  Now, in chapter 69 – a special number for me –
I'm sharing how I came to be a serious cocksucker.

I've been fascinated with cocks as early as five years old.  It had nothing
to do with sex at the time – just an interest.  I discovered early that
it felt good when I played with myself, and when I got caught I was told it
wasn't something that "good boys" did.  That gave me even more interest
because I thought there was something special – perhaps a hidden mystery
in this forbidden activity.

I remember distinctly wondering what it would be like to suck a cock.
There was no reason for it – just idle curiosity, but I found it
interesting that I actually desired it long before I knew about blowjobs,
and many years before my first climax.

As I reached adolescence I learned about sex and masturbation.  I jacked
off as often as I could and loved it – no fear of going blind or any of
the other consequences of "self-abuse".

For a time I would go with my friends to a YMCA to swim on Saturdays.  We
would take a bus there, so we were free of adult supervision.  There was a
large bridge nearby and we would sometimes explore under the bridge.  One
day we had the good fortune to discover a bunch of pages from porno
magazines of all types.  We couldn't bring much home safely so we had to go
through quite a few to get the ones we wanted the most.  I took some
pictures of women but also of men.  There were no action pictures – just
people posing, but they were incredibly arousing for me.

I would jack off to the pictures, focusing mainly on the cocks.  Soon my
favorite fantasy was of sucking cock, usually cumming when as my fantasy
guy would fill my mouth with his load.  Then came the bad part: guilt and
shame.

As intense as my climax was, my shame was just as extreme.  I hated the way
I felt right after this wonderful orgasm.  I felt like I was the only guy
who had my desires.  I knew that I wasn't, but also knew that society
really looked down on those of us who suck.  I had to keep this a closely
guarded secret.

When I was twelve I had a friend, Scott, who I would jack off with.  He
lived across the street from me and we would go into the woods behind his
house where we would undress and jack off together.  Sometimes we would
fondle each other and I really loved it.  Scott didn't seem to like it as
much as I did, but really liked my attention.  I wanted to suck his cock,
and I was sure he would let me, but I was afraid to try.  That was probably
a good thing because Scott didn't keep secrets well – if I had sucked
him pretty soon the entire neighborhood would know, and maybe even my
parents, and I'd be screwed!

If we had continued, I probably would have given in and sucked him, but
after just a few weeks of our mutual play, Scott's father caught us!  We
quickly got dressed and he told Scott to go home.  He really balled me out
and said if we ever did it again he would tell my parents.  I promised not
to and went home, scared as hell! [This was the inspiration for my Sucking
Scott series, which explores what might have happened if we had not been
caught.]

By the time I got to high school my desires had intensified and nearly
every time I jacked off I thought about cocksucking.  The shame still
accompanied each climax.  There was a guy named Joe who was known to be gay
(or queer as we called it then).  It was the mid 1960's and not a very
socially enlightened time, so Joe was the target of a lot of harassment.
He was routinely called "Homo Joe" and his experience reinforced my need
for secrecy.

For a long time I wanted to meet Joe, remembering my missed opportunity
with Scott, but held off.  One day we sat near each other in study hall and
began to talk.  I don't know if he could tell that I was interested, or if
he was simply always looking, but soon I confessed to him my interest in
cock.  We took the same school bus, and agreed to sit together in the back
seat.  It was early fall, and we wore jackets in the morning when it was
cold, but carried them home in the afternoon.  Keeping our jackets on our
laps and could take our cocks out of our pants discretely.  We sat there
squeezing each other's cocks and it was wonderful for me.  I knew I wanted
to suck him, but couldn't do it on the bus.  If we lived closer we could
have met in the woods, but we lived on nearly opposite sides of town.

We enjoyed fondling each other, but that was as far as it went for the
moment.  Then one day I saw Joe after school in an area of the building
with few people, and he invited me into the boy's room.  Soon both our
cocks were out and we faced each other, stroking each other.  His cock was
about five inches long at the time, about like mine, but much thicker.  I
imagined that his thick cock would really fill my mouth, and I was eager to
try.

Joe dropped to his knees and began to suck me.  It was my first time and I
loved it.  He only sucked me for a minute and then stood up and said, "Your
turn."

But alas, I chickened out.  I wish I had not, but just couldn't bring
myself to do it.  Perhaps I was afraid someone might come in and catch us,
or perhaps I was afraid to be "queer."  Regardless, we both left the boy's
room disappointed.

Later, as an adult, I tried to find Joe, wanting to apologize for being so
timid and hoping to suck him.  My high school alumni listing didn't have
any information, and he no longer lived in the same town, so I presumed
that he moved away and made a fresh start.  To this day, I occasionally try
to find Joe, as well as Scott, but without success.

Over the years I would nervously go into Adult Book Stores.  I knew there
was a section for homosexual magazines, but spent most of my time in the
straight sections, often buying magazines that featured women sucking men
off.  I would jack off to those, thinking of myself sucking the men.
Occasionally I would walk by the homosexual magazines, and grab one that
looked good and buy it.  Those were the very best jack-off material, and
eventually I grew bolder and focused on that area.

I bought dildos and experimented with anal.  I tried sucking the dildos
sometimes but found it difficult.  By the time I was forty I had finally
come to terms with my feelings, though I was not going to be open about it.
That was long before the internet had gained popularity, and I really
didn't know how to find guys to blow.  I wasn't about to just walk up to
guys and offer to suck them, so I consoled myself with my jack-off
fantasies.

I was active in Karate and had a "heavy bag" in the basement.  It was a
large punching bag about a foot across and four feet long that provided a
target for kicks and punches while I practiced.  One day while working out
I got a kinky idea.  I found that I could put a pair of my jeans on the
bottom of the bag, which hung 2-1/2 feet from the floor.  I tightened the
belt to hold the jeans in place and put a dildo throught the open zipper.
The dildo had balls, which helped to hold it in place.

I stood there looking at the dildo sticking out of the pants and was
immediately aroused.  I dropped to my knees and sucked it while I jacked
off.  It was wonderful and I became very interested in finding someone to
suck.  I repeated this as often as I could, but was limited to times when
my wife and kids were gone.

The internet was then blooming and I soon found that Yahoo offered free
personal ads, and saw that many of them were for sexual hookups.  I was in
a job where I traveled to Atlanta for one week a month, and started to look
at ads from there.  I found one posted by Kelly, looking for someone to
take nude pictures.  I told him I would be glad to take some pictures but
would like to suck him but had no experience.  He wrote back and said he
would be glad to teach me.  We agreed to meet at a coffee shop near my
hotel after work on my 47th birthday.  It seemed like a fitting birthday
present to me.

On the day of the meeting I began to have second thoughts, and considered
just not showing up, but I decided that it was something I just had to do.
As I waited in the coffee shop after work I wondered what I would do if
Kelly ended up being some big, dirty, mean, biker-type guy.  As I worried
about this Kelly entered and I saw that he was a good looking clean guy who
turned out to be a realtor.

I took Kelly to my hotel room and we both undressed.  He lay on his back on
my bed and told me to enjoy myself.  Kelly spread his legs and I lay face
down with his cock inches from my face.  He was eight inches long, clearly
bigger than my six, and very thick.  I stroked it and loved the way it
felt, and started to bring my mouth to it.  As I did, I thought, "Once you
do this, you are forever a cocksucker, and you can't go back."  That caused
me to pause, but then I forged ahead, knowing it was what I really wanted.

I opened my mouth and felt him enter me.  It was amazing!  Sucking the
dildo was nothing like this.  This felt so wonderful – like it really
belonged in my mouth.  I immediately knew that this was right for me, and
wished I had started sooner.  I sucked Kelly and knew I was very awkward
about it, but I truly loved the feel of his cock in my mouth.  Sadly, I was
not able to make him cum, but he said it was okay and asked if he could
fuck me.  By that time I had learned to enjoy anal pleasures and quickly
agreed but asked him to go slowly.

He had me get on my knees and put lube on my ass.  He went slow, fingering
me at first, getting me ready.  When he entered me, he went slowly, so I
felt no pain.  Finally he was in and I really loved it.  He fucked me for a
few minutes and then climaxed.

After he left, I jacked off, one happy cocksucker.

I had arranged to meet Mack, another guy the next night.  I felt more
confident now and had him come directly to my room.  He was smaller than
Kelly, but I enjoyed sucking him just the same.  I wasn't able to suck him
off and apologized, confessing that I was new at this.  I offered him my
ass and he fucked me and then left.

I was now a cocksucker and loved it, but knew I wasn't very good at it.  I
realized that I must be sucking like a girl and decided that I wanted to be
the very best cocksucker I could be – a master cocksucker, if there was
such a thing.

I posted ads on yahoo looking for a "Suck Mentor" in Atlanta and in my home
town.  I recieved three responses – one from Atlanta and two from my
home town.  One was very exicting – it was a straight guy near me who
had long wanted to teach a woman to suck, but said he would be willing to
teach me.  I immediately replied, but never heard back from him.

I replied to the other two and made appointments to meet them.  Each had me
to their homes and guided me as I sucked them, telling me how to move my
tongue and use my throat muscles to arouse.  Under their guidance I was
able to suck both to completion the first time!  After a couple of sessions
I felt confident to suck others.  I continued to gratefully service both of
my mentors for months, and they complimented my progress.

I invited Mack back and he was delighted to cum in my mouth.  I was unable
to meet with Kelly again but did suck Mack as long as I continued to visit
Atlanta.

I actively posted for blowjobs in Atlanta and back home and was giving them
regularly.  When I traveled I would book blowjobs for every half hour on
some evenings, loving the constant stream of horny men in my mouth.  I had
much less opportunity at home, and really looked forward to my trips to
Atlanta, where I could count on ten or more blowjobs a week.

While I had come to terms with my feelings and loved being a cocksucker, I
still had some amount of guilt feeling once I came.  It wasn't as strong as
before, but I feared that if I came while giving a blowjob that I wouldn't
want to finish it, which I sure wanted to avoid.

Some guys wanted me to stroke off while I sucked them, but I always made
sure that I came after they did.  Eventually I began to continue to hold
their cocks (and loads) in my mouth and jack off after they came.  I found
that I could cum and still like being a cocksucker, and eagerly swallow his
load.  I no longer was aroused, but felt right about being a cocksucker.

The next stage in my development came after meeting Bill, my first dom.  I
learned that for a dom it's all about control, and Bill enjoyed discovering
my limits and pushing me beyond them. I began to blow Bill regularly and he
told me to jack off while I sucked him.  I told him that I needed to cum
after he did, and he immediately homed in on this.

Doms also understand how much a cocksucker NEEDS cock, and my now I really
needed it.  He told me that I would have jack off before sucking him, and
that once I cum, I BETTER suck him or there would be no more cock for me.

I was reluctant but I agreed, having no choice.  I knelt before him with
his cock in front of me and jacked off, cumming in my hand.  He told me to
lick it up, which I didn't want to do, but he forced me, so I did.  I
didn't really want to blow him at this time, but I knew that future
blowjobs depended upon my performance, so I took him into my mouth.  I know
I didn't suck as well as I usually did, but Bill held my head and face
fucked me.  It was a lot like an oral rape and at the time I just waited
for it to be over.  When he came I swallowed his load because I knew I had
to.  I left, feeling very used, and not sure I ever wanted to do it again.

On the way home I began to feel differently and soon found the memory of my
oral rape to be very arousing!  By the time I got home I needed to jack
off.  After this I eagerly jacked off for Bill before I blew him, welcoming
his aggressive face fuck.

Sadly I've lost track of Bill, but over the years I've given over a
thousand blowjobs – not bad for a closeted married guy with a late
start!  Now I'm 65 and things have slowed down, but I still enjoy about one
blowjob a week.

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

Yes, this was the honest truth!  I have a "Discrete Married Cocksuckers"
group on Yahoo for guys who like to suck but have to remain closeted.

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

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