Stuart acquires the taste for cum

After leaving school at Easter I got a job in the local electrical showroom. I had to work Saturdays but I got Wednesday off. It was on one of these Wednesdays that I bumped into an old school mate. Greg was coming out of the public toilets just as I was going in.

I must admit I wasn't going in for a slash, I just wanted to read the stories on the walls and have a wank. When Greg saw me he began teasing me about hanging around toilets. I pointed out that he'd just come out of one. He laughed and said that's where he kept his stash of wank mags. Of course I was curious so he took me back inside to show me where they were hidden.

He reached behind the cistern and pulled out two copies of Whitehouse Magazine. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw them. They were new magazines that had just come out. I'd never seen them before but I knew they contained some daring photos, including men with erections. I quickly thumbed through one of the magazines, sure enough there was a guy in there with a massive cock. Looking at it gave me butterflies in my stomach and a stirring in my loins. 

Greg asked if my mum was at home and I told him she didn't get back from work until 6pm. So we walked through the park back to my house.

Back at home I sat on the chair and Greg on the sofa. We both got our cocks out but I couldn't believe it when I saw the size of Greg's. It was like a man's cock so much bigger and fatter than mine. I still had a boys cock but Greg had a man's cock and I told him so. Greg smiled and tapped the cushion and invited me for a closer look. I blushed but still moved over to sit next to him.

"Wanna have a feel", he asked.

I did but I didn't want to make myself out to be gay, not that we used that word in those days, so I declined.

"Come on", he said, "Don't be shy".

I told him that I wasn't a like that. He replied of course not, we're both into the girls you and I but it wouldn't hurt to have a little feel.

He could see I was reluctant but he grabbed my hand and placed it between his legs.

I gingerly rubbed his cock and then wrapped my fingers around it. It felt so thick and powerful, soft but as hard as a rod of iron. His knob was just peaking out from under his foreskin. I pulled it back a little and a bead of precum ran down his shaft. It felt wonderful in my hand and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Suck it"

"What"? I exclaimed.

"Suck it, go on"

I told him I wasn't a queer, he laughed.

"Do you fancy me", he asked.

"Of course not", I replied.

"Do you want to kiss me"?

"The thought makes me feel sick"

"Well there you are then, you're not queer, but that doesn't mean you can't give it a little suck".

"No", I replied.

"Just kiss it then, just a quick peck"

"Fucking hell, no, no" I replied.

"I'll give you a fiver", he laughed

Five quid was a lot of money back in those days. I was only picking up £7.50 for working a whole week. I asked him where he got five quid but he wouldn't tell me.

He got out his wallet and gave me this tatty old fiver. I went to take it and he pulled it away. He laughed and said if I take it then I'll have to suck his cock.

I took it from him and reminded him it didn't make me a queer.

He lifted his arm up and I rested my head on his stomach. I began slowly wanking his cock, watching his precum bead.

He pushed my head down into his crutch. I planted a kiss right on his glistening knob. Then I swirled my tongue around his knob and foreskin. Not only could I smell his masculinity and I could taste it too. It was very exciting, I could feel myself trembling. I couldn't help but think this was better than being with a girl. Slowly I took his hard cock into my warm mouth .His skin was soft against my lips yet the shaft was so hard. His knob was the texture of glass against my tongue. I began sucking him deeper into my mouth, it felt so good and I began to enjoy myself.

"Fuck Stuart, you're a fucking natural"

I smiled, my girlfriend was always complaining about my lack of prowess so it was nice to get a compliment.

Greg pushed my head further down on his cock until I started to gag. It was not something I'd experienced before but I liked the feeling of my mouth being full. I bobbed up and down on his cock until I could feel it down the back of my throat.

"I think I'm going to cum"

I heard the words but didn't stop sucking. Then he exploded, flooding my mouth with cum. It was thick and the taste intense, far stronger than I imagined. I swallowed hard but even so there was so much it just oozed out the side of my mouth. It was all dribbling down his cock and I licked it up like ice cream.

"Fuck you're good"

I couldn't help but smile at last I was being praised for doing something well.

My face was as red as a beetroot, I couldn't help but blush. I made eye contact with Greg and he smiled.

"This is our secret right", I said intently.

"Sure", he replied, "I'm not telling anyone".

We carried on meeting every Wednesday. I began to crave the taste of his spunk like a smoker craves a cigarette. Then one Wednesday afternoon Greg turned up with an old man.

Greg came to the door and the man waited at the front gate.

"Who the fucks that", I asked.

Greg replied, "I don't know his name but he'll give us a fiver each if we suck him off".

I was livid, "How does he even know that and why have you bought him to my parents house"?

Greg said that people were staring and one of the neighbours was looking so I reluctantly invited Greg and his friend inside.

To be continued...