First Taste of Cum in Gay - Young Friends - Author/reviser is OralGuy
Sam the Famous Cocksucker
Hi, I'm Sam and thirteen, an eighth grader in Mary Mount Middle School. I have a sixteen year old brother named Jack who has a best friend named Larry, who is also sixteen. I have blond hair which is cut short and blue eyes. I'm five feet two inches and weigh 82 pounds sopping wet. Well, maybe this really started about three years ago. See, when my mom sat me down I had to face something. First, my full name is Samantha, but I've always thought I was more boy than girl. Even now, I have small breasts developing, but I keep them as flat as possible. You know that strapless top that goes around a girl's breasts? Well, I can get them to flatten them out. Anyway, my mom had me in my bedroom back when I was ten and told me to undress completely, so I did. She said, "Samantha, I need to explain something to you." "Mom, please. I'm Sam, not Samantha. Please call me Sam. I mean, I'm really like a boy. I've seen Jack's weiner and it's just like mine." "Okay, Sam. Yes, Jack has a `weiner,' but what you have something girls and women have, which is a clitoris and the clitoris has what's called a clitoral shield. Now at your age, your should be quite small, but yours is very large so it does look something like a penis. "Now the nice thing about the clitoris is it makes a girl very happy when she rubs it. You aren't quite ready for this yet, but once puberty starts, you will know more." "But can I still call it my weiner, Mom?" I asked. "If you want, ...Sam." So that was sort of my introduction to puberty, but Jack and Larry helped me along. I could sometimes hear them talking in Jack's bedroom so I learned about dicks and cocks and blow jobs. Finally, one day I was in the playroom and I hid in the closet of the playroom when Jack and Larry came in. "You sure Sam won't see us?" Larry said. "Nah. And she really doesn't know about sucking cock," Jack said. "Well, okay. I guess I go first," Larry said. "That's the way we do it, right?" Jack said as I watched the two boys go over to the couch, which was plainly in my point of view. Larry pulled off his t-shirt, then sat down on the couch. Jack stood in front of him, then undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, followed by his jockey shorts, revealing my brother's big fat, long cock sticking straight out. "Ah, yeah, Larry, here it is. Just suck my cock." I watched in amazement as Larry took hold of Jack's dick, then put it in his mouth. "Ah, yeah, Larry. Great start. Love the way you use your tongue. Oh, yeah. What would Sam say if she saw you sucking me? God, you're a great cocksucker. Yeah. Gonna nut soon. Ah, SHIT! So good." Wow, I thought as I watched my brother Jack step back, allowing Larry to stand back up as Jack put his pants back on. "Okay, Larry, you get it next time, right? You are the bottom, after all. You like sucking my cock." "Yeah. I do," I heard Larry say. It seemed to me right then and there that guys like to take a dick into his mouth and go back and forth and get praised for it. I had to wonder if I could do that. "Yeah, Suck you most of the time, Larry. But you do get sloppy seconds." "Yep," Larry said. I was a bit surprised when Jack and Larry put their arms around each other and kissed. From where I was, they sure did French kiss. But after that, hand in hand the two went upstairs, leaving me alone. I slid my shorts and panties down - Mom demanded that I wear panties and not boxers -and played with my clitoris under its shield. It seemed to me that the other girls played with their clits, too, though I still called it my "dick." So three days later Mom and Jack went to the orthodontist, but some fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. It was Larry. "Hi, Sam, where's Larry?" "There gonna be gone a couple of hours, Larry. Mom and Jack are at the orthodontist. But come in. Maybe you can help me. Let's go to the playroom. Maybe you could help me." "Well, sure, Sam. You sure are looking cute these days." I hid my smile. Now was the time for me to give Larry my first blow job! So Larry and I went to the playroom as Larry playfully took me by the hand. "So what's on your mind, Sam?" he said as we sat down on the couch. "Well, I hear that boys like to get blow jobs. Maybe you could teach me how to get one and give one. How bout it, Larry?" "Aren't you a bit young to suck dicks, Sam?" "I don't think so. You should see the girls' bathrooms. Lots of names on the walls about which girls suck dicks. So how should I give you one, Larry?" Larry gave a chuckle for that, but then proceeded to describe how he sucked Jack. I listened very carefully. "What about taste?" I asked as though I had a good idea of what to do. "Well, the cock has no taste - sort of like your thumb, really. But when the guy cums, it might be a bit salty or a bit sweet, or both. It's sorta an acquired taste, but after two or three you get used to it. So you really want to suck my dick?" "If guys like to suck cocks, then I want to suck cocks," I said. As soon as I said that, I grabbed my tube top to pull up and off, revealing my very small boobs. "Well, Sam. Looking good." With that Larry stood up. "Okay, sport, get my pants and boxers off." Of course I did that at once, getting Larry's jeans off in less than a minute and his boxers even faster. It seemed to me that Larry's hard cock was maybe a bit larger than what I saw on Jack. In any event, its pink head pointed straight at me. "Make sure you cover your teeth. Don't bite my dick and think about what you are doing. I'll let you know when I'm about to cum." Thinking about all that, I put one hand on Larry's cock and the other to cup his balls before I licked the pink head, precum seeping out of his piss slit. Then I slowly took Larry's dick into my mouth to begin to slowly slide down the flesh shaft, before coming back up. Larry groaned. "Nice start, Sam. Don't forget to use your tongue on my dick." I nodded my head, then began to follow Larry's instructions. Before long I was bobbing back and forth as Larry had one hand on my shoulder and the other on my head. "Oh yeah. Great new cocksucker, Sam. Doing great. Make me feel good. Oh, so good." I felt great. Here I was, giving my first blow job. I watched as I bobbed back and forth, seeing the cock when it was almost out of my mouth so I could see his dark pubes as opposed to the few fine pale strands I had atop my clitoral shield. GRIN! Then I felt a bit of a stammer. "Gonna nut, Sam. Gonna cum in your mouth. Or stop." I didn't stop, but continued until I tasted the warm, thick cum's first shot. I swallowed after the second shot and again after the fourth. The fifth was slow and weak. "That's it, Sam. Take your mouth off my dick. Great first blow job." So that was the first one. In the next two weeks Larry and I got together three more times. I sucked Larry and Larry sucked my clitoral shield. I got a bit more proficient and the cum became just part of the time. I asked Larry after the third what about Jack and him. He told me that he'd sucked Jack twice while Jack hadn't sucked him, but had given him a hand job. Frankly, I thought that sucked. Turned out that Larry thought it sucked, too. It also turned out that word began to go around. On the third Saturday I walked to a nearby park just to think about what was going on. I was sort of pissed at Jack for what I thought was mistreating Larry. Of course what was good was what I got. It turned out that when I sucked an honest to God boy dick, Larry was more than satisfied. But during those first two weeks, Larry took me to his bedroom where he undressed me, got into bed and got between my legs to suck on my clitoral shield and tongue my clitoris. That was great. I had this wild idea that I really was Samantha Gail and not Samuel George. Anyway I went back into a clearing that was surrounded by pine trees and a winding path into it. I sat on an old fallen tree just thinking when I heard a voice call from the path, "Hey, Sam, know you're in there. This is Ike, and Peter is here too. Want to talk. " A minute later in walked the two boys, both freshman at Mary Mount High. Ike was white and about five eight while Peter was African-American and about five eleven. "Hi, guys. How are you?" I said. "We're just fine, Sam. Looking good. But word's out that you're giving blow jobs. How about you suck off Peter and me. Now before you say anything else, I know you don't want this to get around. Right?" There was a pause..."Samantha. Oops ...Sam." I cringed. Everybody knew me as a boy. They had me. "Just this once, Sam," Ike said. That really bugged me. "Wait a second. What makes you think I'd suck either of you?" I asked. "You know I've never done that before." "Just telling you that if the word gets out, you aren't gonna be Sam any longer," Peter said. "Look, it's a blow job each. We're not going to say anything to anybody as long as you continue to suck us off. And you know perfectly well you want to be Sam and nobody else. Right?" Peter continued. "Just sit on the log. Me and Pete already talked. I'll go first and then Pete. You stay all dressed and everything. You just open your mouth and make us cum. Swallow and nobody knows the difference." I had no idea how this came about but Ike and Peter sure knew about this. Maybe it was blackmail or maybe they just wanted a blow job. The fact was, I really liked sucking Larry and wanted to do it some more. After all, what was two more guys. After all, word was out that girls liked to suck cocks and African-American guys loved to have white girls suck them. What could I loose? "Okay guys, I'll do it. You say Ike first, then Pete. Right?" "Right," Ike said. "Go sit on the log and I'll stand in front." I nodded my head, walked to the old fallen tree and sat down on a tree without real rough bark. Ike stood in front, then loosened his jeans, then pulled down his jeans and boxers. His dick had to be close to my face. I sort of gulped, then acted like with Larry. I cupped his hairy balls, grasped his dick, which had to be close to five and a half inches and pretty thick. His dickhead was mushroom shaped and very pink with precum dripping down. I opened my mouth, slid my lips in and began to slowly pump back and forth, gaining speed as I sucked my second customer. Soon Ike kept his face in tune with my tongue and lip action.
"Oh, yeah," Ike moaned. "God, you're good. Don't stop Sam. Suck my dick, girl. Yeah. Man, getting closer. Gonna cum so hard. Yeah. Even Cindy doesn't suck like you do, Sam. SHIT. HERE IT COMES!" And it did. Ike's cum flooded my mouth. It was like a flood of thick, warm cum. Unlike Larry's almost sweet cum, Ike was a bit bitter, but still flavorful. I had to gulp three times before Ike withdrew his cock. "Damn, Sam. You are one hell of a fantastic cock sucker. " He turned to Pete. "Gonna love this, Pete." "Shit, I can tell that. And I got a couple good pictures, too." "Hey, don't spread that around," I said. I couldn't help but watch as Pete scrolled through four pictures - me with Ike's dick right at my lips, another with the dick half way in my mouth, another with me holding Ike's cock, and a last one with the tip of Ike's cock, with some cum dripping out his piss slit. "Don't have to. You know how shit spreads, Sam. And I love to have white girls suck black cocks. So that's what you get, Sam." At once I figured that maybe Pete wasn't as nice a guy as I thought he was. But as he talked he came up to me, dropped his jeans and boxers to expose a hard black cock with a purple spear shaped dickhead. With one hand he drew me to him. I saw his cock had to be more than six inches long and maybe about as thick. He rubbed his dickhead along my lips as I opened them to allow Pete entrance. His massive cock slid all the way in, but gently. The two of us began to move - his head and my lips. Pete seemed to have more staying power than either Ike or Larry. But it felt good. Pete almost made me fuck him fast, but not hard. His moans sounded almost like a lullaby which had to have lasted close to five minutes. "Okay, Sam. Gonna cum. You gonna love the taste. I promise. Bet that white Evelyn girl I fucked last night enjoyed my cum like you will. YEAH!" and his cum poured into my mouth. He was right. It was almost candy sweet, thick, and warm. I had to swallow again three times. And when we stood up, he kissed me. "Yeah, Sam. Maybe day after tomorrow at my house with Ike. And how'd you like to have Malcolm? He's in eighth grade like you. Now don't say no, cause you gotta say yes." With that Pete began to pull up his pants. I shrugged my shoulders. "So three of you? But I suck each guy only once." "Maybe I'll call Larry, too." "Guess that would be okay," I said. Well it was. I went to Pete's house where Pete led Ike, Malcolm, and me down to the basement playroom. Malcolm was in a different team than I was so I didn't know him very well, but he was a medium brown A-M middle school boy. "Go sit on the stool, Sam. You can keep your clothes on if you want. We'll do Ike, then me, and last Malcolm. So we each go to Sam. He takes down our pants and shorts, then sucks us until we each cum. Sam, what do you think of then Malcolm, me, and Ike?" I looked around. Well, I've gone from blowing one guy, to two, and now I'd suck three, one for the first time. And maybe sucking three guys twice. Oh, well. The truth I really was beginning to like this. A dick really felt good in my mouth and my tongue was fun to use on a dick. And turned out there was nothing bad about cum in my mouth, or swallowing. "Let's go," I said. At that Ike stood in front of me, followed by Pete, and then Malcolm. Ike smiled at me as I began to take down his jeans. Soon I looked at Ike's pink mushroom before I took his boy tool into my mouth and began to suck him. Soon he moaned as he encouraged me to suck his dick. Maybe he'd jerked off in the morning as he seemed to have lasted forever before his cum flooded my waiting mouth. He stepped aside and as he did so, he removed his jeans and shorts as I worked on Pete's jeans and shorts. Like Ike, Pete took a long time to cum before he, too, shed his jeans and boxers, his cock still half hard. Finally Malcolm stood in front of me as we nodded to each other. "Hey, Sam, you are cute. I'm gonna love you sucking my cock. Sure you aren't a white girl?" "I'm a guy," I said as I looked at the bulge in his jeans as I got them loose and down. Then I pulled down his jockey shorts to reveal a black cock that had to be eight inches long and about as thick. His dickhead was bright purple, precum dripping from his piss slit. I stared at his cock. "Quite something, ain't it," Malcolm said. "Yeah," I said as I grasped his dick, a good three inches poking from my hand. I gave it a jerk or two. "That's enormous." "Yeah, Sam. I got ten girls in my class. Eight white and two black. Since sixth grade I've had every last one of them. I've fucked ten and they've sucked me. In fact I had two come by this morning. I fucked Betty and LaDonna sucked me. Now I'm ready for you. Suck away," he said and I began to take in his enormous cock. This had to be the biggest cock I'd sucked so far. And he lasted. Maybe close to five minutes before he came, not even letting me know. Finally he took his dick out of my mouth after I'd swallowed three times. "You like my cock, Sam?" He asked. "Yeah," I said. "Guess that's the biggest dick I've ever sucked," I said. Pete held up his phone to show a new picture of me sucking Malcolm's enormous dick. "Tell you what. I'll give you a call. Then you come see me. You suck my black dick. Then, I'll lube up my cock so you can bend over and I'll fuck your white asshole. You'll love that." To me it didn't sound like a suggestion, but a demand from Malcolm. Two days, Saturday so no school, I met with Larry and we walked to Pete's house. There we met with Ike who took us to a building belonging to some men's organization. This one had a youth chapter to which we went as it was close by to Pete's. Pete was some kind of officer so he had a key to the room and we entered. It looked like a comfortable room with some tables, chairs, couches and so on. "Okay, here's what's gonna happen," Pete said. "An hour from now guys will start coming in. They have a slip which tells each guy where he is in line. This is the first event. The guy gives five bucks to Ike and they line up. Today there are eight guys, with Sam sucking four and Larry sucking four. If they want, they can then swap. Larry and Sam each get three bucks and the lodge gets the rest. So it's possible that Larry and Sam will pocket 24 bucks. If this works out today, we'll see what next Saturday will do. But for right now, we'll limit it to ten guys each. Sound good?" "Oh, Larry and Sam. You drop trou for each guy you suck. And swallow." I grimaced at that. After all, I'd swallowed each time so far. Well, it seemed a bit like prostitution, but I can always use a bit more money. So we sat around and waited out the hour until Ike stood by the door, taking in the money and the entrance slip as I sat on a stool on one side of the room and Larry sat on a similar one, the other side of the room. It suddenly dawned on me that I was about to blow four guys this afternoon, maybe eight. But that also meant I earned at least twelve bucks, maybe twenty-four. Well, I looked at Larry and we both gave the thumbs up. "Okay," Ike said, "guys this is called a suck line. Four of you go to Sam and four to Larry. After you each suck your first four, you switch and Sam will suck Larry's and Larry will suck Sam. Got it?" I nodded my head as the other guys did also. The first two guys came up to us, Larry and I about 25-30 feet apart. The first guy who came up to me looked about fifteen, sort of gangling. "I'm Allen," he said as I reached for his pants. Since I was sort of getting used to depanting a boy, it didn't take long for his five and a half cock was open for display. At once I took him in my mouth to begin to work my tongue around his cock. He may have taken a minute to cum - and a fair amount at that. The next guy was a slight black kid, maybe as young as seventh grade. He didn't introduce himself, but lasted almost a minute and a half after I'd taken off his pants. The third was maybe a junior, fairly tall and a bit chubby. It took me a bit longer to get his pants and boxers down and his dick in my hands. From what I knew about boys, he was uncut. His balls had a slightly musty smell and he tried to fuck my mouth. He took a couple of minutes to cum but he didn't have a lot. The last was another young white guy who might have lasted three minutes. His cum was copious, but really salty. Without saying anything, Larry's four guys and my four guys criss crossed, Larry taking what had been mine and me taking Larry's. Each of mine held his pants up by one hand at his zipper. So with the first, I just took his pants to pull them down. Ten minutes later I'd sucked off the last of my second four and they all got dressed and left. As Ike said, Larry and I got 24 bucks each. Larry gave me a ride back to my house and invited me in and up to my room. "You ever do a 69, Sam?" Larry asked. "Uh, no. But not yet. But I think I can suck you to make up for the blow jobs that you got ripped off from Jack. How bout now?" Larry smiled in the dim light. "Strip me, Sam," Larry said to me. I totally undressed him, making sure that my dick looking clitoral shield was not seen, then he lay on his bed, I got between his legs and gave him the ninth blow job of the day. I really enjoyed myself. After I took my mouth off his wilting large cock, he said "Sam, you turned out to be one hell of a great cocksucker. " "Thanks, Larry," I said, then kissed him, sure that he could taste his cum still in my mouth. "Welcome Sam. Maybe you can spend the night here sometime." "That would be great, Larry. You know I really enjoy sucking you the best. But the others are good too." "Sounds great. Now let's get dressed and I'll take you home. " Larry did and I got home, to finger myself and make my pussy cum and cum with my clit about as big and hard as a guy's. This was the start of the Saturday afternoon CockSucking Ball, starring me and Larry. What happened was the suck line got longer. Our first two four guy line increased to five to eight to ten to once eighteen each. After that Malcolm and Pete set a limit of fifteen max and only one blow job per guy. It did get me a bit upset once or twice, but I had to halt my line only once, and that for a quarter hour. Of course the money was nice. What wasn't nice was guys who got rude or even nasty. I got called a faggot or a queer or other stuff. But I also got thanked and praised. "Damn, but you suck great. Let me give you my phone number. I'll sure pay you if you suck me again," came from more than one, including guys I knew. The other good thing was Malcolm. One Friday evening with Jack going out with Larry and two girls, Malcolm called me. My folks were going out and they said Malcolm could come over until ten. So I got dressed in a swim suit, jeans, and a nice jersey. He arrived in an old but well maintained Datsun, dressed in slacks and a sports shirt. H e took my hand to lead me upstairs. We sat on my bed, side by side. "You know, Sam, you are quite a guy. I'm really getting to like you a lot. " "Yeah. I like you, too. I mean, you're a real nice guy. I bet a lot of girls have sucked you." "And fucked them," Malcolm said softly. "So, like how many?" I asked. In the back of my mind I thought I should tell him, then let me suck him again. "Well, long story, this year in the eighth grade, as I said a couple weeks ago, there were ten girls, eight white and two black in eighth grade. Each one sucked me and six of them gave me her cherry. Seventh grade only six of the seventh grade girls blew me and only one let me go all the way. Sixth grade was about the same. "But, Sam there are a lot of guys who really say you are a girl, not a guy. Want to prove it to me?" I got a bit worried. Was Malcolm about to rape me? "Simple. I'll tell the truth to you. Of course both boys and girls have sucked me off. Then there are the girls who I screwed. Now a guy can screw a girl or a guy." "How does that happen?" I asked blankly. "For a girl, in her pussy or in her ass. For a guy, in his ass." He paused. "In the butt, the guy gets plenty of lube around the rosebud and inside the butt. Then the guy takes plenty of time to get just inside, then slowly open it up until the door pops open and in goes the cock. Sam, I've had a dick up my ass. One guy, not so good. The other, really nice. I swear, I'll be really nice if you want it in your ass." I rather chocked on that. My mind raced and I wanted to roll on my back and spread my girl legs to Malcolm. But I wanted only Malcolm to know who Samantha is. I reached over and began to loosen Malcolm's pants as he did his shirt. He worked rapidly as I did and we were both nude, Malcolm with his hard cock. He got off the bed to get what I saw was lube. I lay on my stomach. "Malcolm. I've sucked you several times now. Go ahead and put the lube on your dick and in me." "So, Sam. Are you Samuel or Samantha?" At that I felt the cold lube circle my butt, then more going into me. "It's going to take a minute or so for my dick to be in your ass, either way. Just tell me if you want it in the pussy." I almost jumped up. "In my ass, Malcolm," I said. At once I felt the pressure from his large mushroom dickhead. It went in a bit, relaxed, came in again, relaxed, for almost a minute until suddenly his dick was past the door, going deep inside me. I moaned. "God, that dick feels good. That black dick feels great. Fuck me, Malcolm. For the first time I felt Malcolm's huge cock in my ass - and it felt good. Real good. "Bout to cum," Sam." "Cum in me, Malcolm," I whispered in his ear. "Fuck my ass." So he did. Then as we parted, I turned over onto my back. "Only you, Malcolm. I'm waiting for you." I spread my legs and parted my knees. He was in me at once. "Cum in me, Malcolm" I said again. "Of course Samantha. Of course." I felt that massive cock slide into that forbidden area above my clitoral shield as Malcolm began to pump as I gasped in pleasure. I moaned in pleasure until I first felt cum spill into that area between my legs.
So it went. I got through the rest of middle school and high school with the Saturday Cock Sucking Ball. I actually started getting tips, as did Larry. Speaking of Larry, he and Jack parted ways as friends. Larry continued to me my friend and knew that Malcolm and I were lovers. The Cock Sucking Ball got passed on, and when Larry and I passed the ball, it was to one boy and one girl, both still in middle school, well protected. My brother got pissed when he learned about Larry, Malcolm and me. But that passed over. Malcolm and I got married. I had some surgery with my clitoral shield but I was not able to get pregnant by either Larry or Malcolm. We did adopt, a white baby girl and a multi-racial boy. Twelve years later after Victoria was born and ten when LeRoy was born we discovered our kids were interested in sex. The next year we found both of them with a partner - Vickie had Joshua in her mouth while a month later, LeRoy's dick lay in Penelope's eager mouth. So it goes.
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