This is the second in a series of true stories about how I discovered the pleasure of tasting cum. My gratitude to those who took the time to send email (thanks Ole, Josh!). My story has been archived in the "Interracial" section, but for those expecting each story to be about encounters with "men of colour" you will be disappointed. The intention of these stories is to chronicle my encounters with men, specifically involving oral sex and cum. They will include stories involving men of many races, but not exclusively "interracially" themed. The stories will be pretty tame for the first couple of chapters, as I'm trying to keep to a rough chronology of my encounters. For many people their first encounters are usually a bit more tentative. I would love to hear from anyone reading these stories. I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism, or if you would just like to drop a line to say hello or share a story of your own. Please write to Ravic at: ( westrona@yahoo.com ) I will reply to all mail received, excepting flames. This story is a work of non-fiction, but names and places have been changed to protect the not so innocent. This story is approved for publication on the Nifty Erotic Story Archive only. While these are true stories, remember to play it safe.
I was with Marco for about six months and I never again let him come in my mouth. The sex wasn't that enjoyable, mostly due to my inexperience and inhibitions. Sexual encounters with him were few and probably the most memorable was the time he let me come all over his face. I met my new boyfriend about sex months after splitting with Marco. Bruce was about nine years older than me, a professional, Caucasian, brown hair, average height and build. I was still studying at university and I was attracted to his seemingly romantic and sensitive nature. Sex with Bruce was quite intimate, with lots of great kissing, but mostly it was clinical and almost mechanical. In many ways it was more reserved than the sex I had experienced with Marco. We didn't explore anal sex (which was okay with me), mostly we just sucked each others cocks, and he would finish me off by licking my highly sensitive nipples while I jerked off to orgasm. I would reciprocate by licking his balls while he stoked himself.
During this time my sexual desires and dreams continued unabated. They hadn't altered since my most early masturbatory fantasies. I remember first "learning" how to jack off listening to a story a friend told me about a party he attended where he saw four guys "jacking off" together. From the tone of his voice I could tell he was disgusted by the thought, but when he said "jacking off" he closed his hand in a circle and moved it quickly up and down. I was so sheltered and naïve I didn't even know what "jacking off" was. But I wasn't completely stupid and later that night I worked it out. I also worked out that night I was gay. While I was learning to wank, my thoughts were of those four guys jerking off. After a few months and many secret looks into my father's playboy collection, I knew what I wanted to do sexually. I wanted to suck cock. Not only that, I wanted to taste cum. Marco's cum wasn't really my first taste of cum, like many guys my own cum was the first I tasted. It was also the first time I was sucked. When I was teenager I discovered I could suck my own cock. I could only get the head inside my mouth, but being cut, that was the most sensitive part of my cock, so it was enough. The first few times I tried this I just spat out my cum after I blew in my own mouth. But I eventually got up the courage to swallow and I was hooked. From then on, my fantasies revolved around giving guys blowjobs and swallowing cum. I was horny enough to serve a sports team. But I was shy and somewhat of an outcast. Looking back, I had a few opportunities where I could have had encounters with guys. But I was too shy and scared to act on them at the time.
It wasn't until I had turned twenty one, when I finally turned fantasy into reality. No, it wasn't with Bruce. But I have Bruce to thank for making it happen. He may have appeared to be romantic and conservative. But in reality Bruce was very experienced with casual sex. One day he took me to a park near where we lived for a walk. It's probably hard to believe, but I still pretty innocent or maybe I just had a limited imagination, because I never had heard or conceived of places that I would later find out were called "beats". The sky was turning a dark red when we began our walk. I soon noticed a few guys loitering around and another guy seemed to be following us. I asked Bruce about it and he told me we were at a beat, a place where guys meet up for sex. After getting over my surprise, I asked him how he knew about this place. He confessed he had been here many times and said he "knew" the guy who was following us. Later that night I had my first threesome and over the next few months would do more exploring at the beat. Still, not much had changed. I gave and received head and hand jobs from many guys, but I still wasn't ready to explore my desires any further.
Bruce had to work in Cairns for a few months that year and as I was on holiday from college I decided to go with him. Cairns is a small, hot provincial town in the North of Queensland in Australia. It has little to recommend it other than being well located for tourists wanting to visit the Great Barrier Reef and the National Parks close by. For me the most interesting attraction was the tourists. There seemed to be a concentration of young attractive men from many different nations. The hot weather ensured that many of them wore as little as possible, even in "downtown" Cairns. That combined with the hot weather put me in a constant state of arousal. Of course Bruce could be relied upon to help with that, he already knew where the best local hotspot was. During the evening a long stretch of the esplanade became a very active meeting place for horny locals and tourists alike. During my time there I had some memorable encounters with some very attractive men. I remember a very charming Irish guy, tall, jet black hair, well built with a large thick uncut cock. I sucked him while sitting down on a bench while he stood over me. I was tempted to take his load in my mouth be he quickly pulled out as he came and shot his cum over the wet grass. Bruce and I visited the beat quite often during the coming weeks. There wasn't much else to do during the night in Cairns anyway. Late one weeknight after dinner and a late swim, Bruce suggested we take a trip to the beat. It was a usual steamy summer night on the esplanade, but the cool air blowing off the water brought some welcome relief. I was sitting on one of the benches watching Bruce pickup a young guy and smiled to myself as I watched them disappear into a clump of bushes. In the foreground I noticed the silhouette of a guy sitting very still on a bench, staring out into the distance. From what I could tell he looked relatively young, tall, with a good body. It was a quiet night, few guys had ventured out looking for fun that night. Right now we were the only two guys on the esplanade. I observed him for about ten minutes; he didn't seem to move at all, almost like he was a statue. I never made the first move at beats. Usually I was too shy and fearful of rejection, so it was easier to just wait until a guy picked me up. However, tonight I was very horny and I knew Bruce would want to leave after he was finished with his young guy, so I decided to make a move.
Cautiously I walked down the esplanade a little and realising how silly and obvious I probably looked, I bit the bullet and wandered over to "statue guy's" bench. As I sat down next to him, I noticed he still hadn't moved a muscle and continued to stare straight off into space. This wasn't a good sign; complete indifference isn't usually a good indication of sexual interest. Maybe I wasn't his type; I was thin, pale smooth skin, boyish, jet black hair, average height. But perhaps he was just shy? I sat there for another ten minutes and had a good chance to look him over. He seemed to be in his early 20's, blonde hair, surfer look, well built, but not overly muscular, his eyes seemed light, probably blue. I was about to move off when I noticed that something was moving, his hand. He was rubbing his crotch, very slowly up and down, still staring off into the distance. I figured that you wouldn't play with your cock if you weren't interested in the guy sitting next to you. I slowly extended my hand and reached over to touch the large bulge in his shorts. He immediately snapped his hand away, as if he had been touched by fire, sitting rigidly. I heisted, pausing my hand, not sure if I should continue or not. Without looking at me, the guy lightly took hold of my wrist and moved it up and down. I got the message and proceeded to rub his cock. Not a sound escaped his lips, his breathing remained the same. Maybe this wasn't his scene, but as he hadn't pushed me away I thought I would continue, he was very cute and from what I could feel through his shorts he seemed to have a large cock. After a few minutes of this, he reached over and started rubbing my crotch and then ventured up my body stopping to rub at my nipples. This caused me to moan, but still he hadn't averted his fixed brooding gaze.
I flipped open the metal buttons on his shorts and was surprised to find he was wearing no underwear. More importantly I could see his cock in the moonlight. It was about eight inches, thick and cut and it sprang up rigidly pointing to the sky. I jerked on it for a few minutes, still eliciting no external reaction from the guy. I had discovered as a rule guys were usually non-verbal at beats, but I'd never met anyone like this guy before. I figured he was just looking to get off, was maybe straight, bi, and repressed. Well I guess I was just "trade" to him. "Trade" was a term Bruce used to describe guys who were just looking for a hand, mouth or ass to get them off. I didn't mind, but I wouldn't be satisfied just giving a hand job. I jerked his cock a bit longer and ran my hands over his chest. He shivered ever so slightly when I felt his nipples. Taking that as some kind of encouragement I got off the seat and kneeled between his legs. I took a hold of his cock with one hand, noticing how his piss slit glistened with precum in the moonlight. Expecting him to pull away I moved my head toward his cock and tentatively licked the moisture off his cockhead. No reaction it seemed. I looked up and saw that he was no longer staring out to the water, but now had his head slightly tilted up with his eyes closed. I smiled, I knew then he wanted my mouth on his cock. I slowly lowered my lips around his cock and worked my way down the shaft. He still didn't make a sound, but his cock was pulsing between my tight lips and it was super hard. I could taste more of his precum, it wasn't unpleasant, a touch salty. I continued to suck him. Without any groans of pleasure, it was harder to settle on a technique that might be pleasing him. So I alternated between deep throating his rod and tightly sucking and rubbing my tongue around his flared head. I pulled my out my own aching cock and slowing started to pump it as I sucked. I was a quite reckless, we were out in the open and someone could stumble across us easily, or be watching, not to mention the awful possibility of being caught by the police. But my whole world was focused on his cock, no other thoughts could intrude. His utter silence had at first been a turn off; I now found it to be quite an exciting virtue. It encouraged me to work his cock harder to see if I could provoke some kind of reaction. I sucked his cock like a man possessed. I'd never been with a guy whose cock was so stiff. In my experience most guys were only this hard when they were about to blow. The whole time sucking him, I could feel his cock surge and pulsate in my mouth.
Suddenly I realised we were no longer alone. A second pair of feet was beside the guy on the bench. I looked up my mouth still half filled with cock, relieved to discover it was only Bruce. I went back to work a bit annoyed that he was trying to get in on my action. I soon forgot my anger and happily went back to working on statue guy's throbbing meat. I watched as Bruce tried to kiss him, but the guy moved his head away. Not easily discouraged Bruce started rubbing the guy's chest through his thin t-shirt. Again I could feel a slight shudder run through the guy's whole body. He must enjoy having his nipples touched as much as I did mine. This continued for a couple more minutes, I happily throated his juicy cock while Bruce stroked at his nipples. All was quiet as I took his hard cock deeply into my throat. Something felt different this time. I pulled his cock out a little and felt wetness in my mouth. The guy was still as silent as he had been since I first started sucking him. Then again, I felt more sticky wetness in my mouth. Suddenly I realised he was nutting. He was blowing in my mouth! I had none of the usual warnings, any moaning, heaving breathing, swelling up of his cock. I looked up at the guy to see for the first time he was looking down at me. He had a glazed and self-satisfied look on his face. I was still in shock when a stronger fourth gush of cum coated the back of my throat. I panicked, my mouth felt full of his sticky cum. I knew Bruce wouldn't approve of me letting a guy cum in my mouth, as I'd never let him have the privilege, so spitting out wasn't an option. I also had to admit, part of me was aching to swallow his cum. I figured I had already swallowed his first burst when his cock was in my throat, I may as well continue. I could feel a few more lazy shots dribbling out onto my tongue and then he was finished. Leaving his cum in my mouth for a few seconds, I slowly started to appreciate the flavour. It was slightly salty like his precum, but also mellow with a very creamy texture. I summoned my courage and let it slide down my throat. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and hastily made my exit. I was filled with feelings of extreme fear and guilt, mixed equally with heady excitement. Finally I had given into my desires, even if I felt somehow tricked into it. I wondered how many men statue guy had fooled into taking his load that way? The strong taste of his sperm still lingered on my taste buds, but I had no desire to spit or rise out my mouth. I waited for Bruce in the car, stunned by the night's events. Had I really swallowed the cum of a complete stranger? What kind of a slut was I? I felt ashamed, but I knew I wanted to try it again. Bruce returned soon after and told me he had talked a little to statue guy. It turned out he was a local, but other than telling Bruce he wasn't interested in having sex, he didn't have anything else to say. My face burned, but I was glad that he didn't tell Bruce he had already come in my mouth. Returning home in silence I thought how ironic that I would never know the name of the first guy I swallowed, after being so strict and never swallowing my own boyfriend's cum. All I knew was I wanted to do it again and soon. I turned to Bruce.
"Did you come with your friend in the bushes?"
"He did, but I didn't he used too much teeth when he sucked. I've still got to get off," he replied.
"Okay, when we get back home," I said. Good,' I thought. If I play my cards right, I will have two loads on cum in my belly tonight.'
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Ravic