Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2014 22:18:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 12

Scott and I were childhood friends.  We would jack off together in the
woods behind his house unit his father caught us one day.  I really wanted
to suck Scott's cock but never had the opportunity.  When Scott's father
caught us and I was scared to death that he would tell my parents, but
fortunately he didn't.  It did bring things to an abrupt halt.  I never got
to suck Scott, but wish I had.  This series is about how I really wish
things had happened.  Scott, if you read this please contact me –
perhaps we could still make this happen.  Perhaps one day I will re-connect
with Scott and pick up where we left off.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)


Sucking Scott 12

When I awoke the next morning I was so turned on, thinking about all the
blowjobs I had given that I just had to jack off right away.  When I shot
my cum into my hand I just dipped my tongue into it, savoring the taste.  A
few licks later and I had swallowed my cum.  When I went to the bathroom I
discovered an unexpected result of swallowing so much cum: loose shit.  I
literally had the runs, which were not very enjoyable, although in the
years to come I simply accepted it as part of an avid cocksucker's life.

After cleaning up I had breakfast and went out to look for Scott.  I met
him near his mail box and began to discuss where I would blow him today.  I
found that sucking in novel places was as enjoyable as the blowjob itself,
and I became aroused just exploring the blowjob possibilities!

We were so consumed with the our blowjob planning that we didn't notice
Doug and Ed approaching.

"Hey cocksucker!" said Doug, "I thought you were going to stop by and take
care of us."

Startled, I replied, "I was, but wasn't sure when you wanted it."

"Right now would be good," Doug continued, "for both of you."

"You don't need me for this," said Scott, "Bill is the cocksucker, not me."

"Unless you want your mother to know you are playing with another guy, you
will come along too," commanded Doug.

Scott and I reluctantly agreed to come to Doug's house in about an hour.

For the next hour we talked about the "campout" yesterday, and Scott told
me that he liked me sucking him through the Glory Hole even better that the
regular blowjobs.  I confessed that I especially liked the fact that I
didn't know who I was blowing through the Glory Hole.  I wondered where
else I might find Glory Holes.

"I have to say that I'm really surprised what a cocksucker you have
become," said Scott, "I'm glad of it, but I never thought you would have
become that much of a cocksucker!"

"I like sucking and I like sucking you, but I expect you to keep my secret,
if you want to keep cumming in my mouth!" I said.

"I would never tell," declared Scott, "this is really great for me, and I
won't do anything to ruin it"

"We better get going to Doug's place," I said, and we set off.

Doug let us in and told us both to take our clothes off.  This didn't
bother me at all, but Scott objected.  Ed slapped Scott across the face,
and Scott began to cry.

"You may not be a cocksucker, but you are a wimpy weasel," Ed screamed,
"now take off your clothes!"

Already naked, I dropped to my knees while Scott got undressed, and was
directed toward me.

Scott was not erect this time, probably because his arousal had been
disrupted, but I decided to see what I could do.  I took his cock into my
mouth, placing my hands on his ass cheeks.  He began to grow and harden.  I
ran my tongue around the head and the ridge along the back of the head and
Scott began to breath hard.  He began pumping his cock in and out of my
mouth.  I was anticipating his load when suddenly Doug interrupted by
grabbing Scott by the shoulders and pulled him away from me.

Pushing him to his knees, Doug said, "now it's your turn".

"No way!" declared Scott, to which Doug responded with three cruel slaps to
Scotts face, making him cry all the more.

Doug reached down and took Scott's balls in his hand and started to
squeeze, while Ed stuffed part of Scott's underwear into his mouth.  Scott
tried to scream, but with his mouth full could not.  By now he was
seriously crying.

"Either you are going to suck my cock, or I am going to crush your balls,"
said Doug, "either is okay with me – you choose."

Doug let go of Scott's balls and waited a few minutes before taking the
underwear from Scott's mouth.  "What will it be, will you suck my cock or
get your balls crushed?" asked Doug.

"Okay, I'll suck you, but please don't tell anyone," Scott blubbered, tears
still streaming down his cheeks.

Doug took out his cock and moved it to Scott's mouth, telling him to suck.
Scott reluctantly opened his mouth and Doug grabbed his head and drove his
cock all the way in, forcing Scott to gag.

I knew well what this was like felt a little sympathy for Scott, but not
very much.

Doug pulled out his cock and told Scott to kiss the tip of his cock, which
he did.  He directed him to put lick his cock and balls.  I noticed that Ed
had slipped out of the room and wondered what was going on, but for now I
was paying attention to Scott's humiliation.  Ed was right that Scott was a
weasel, so there was some justice to this, but I wished I was sucking Doug.

"Ok, that's enough – be thankful I'm not going to make you eat my cum!"
said Doug, "Now cocksucker, get over here and finish this."

I dropped to my knees before Doug and sucked him.  He must have really been
turned on my humiliating Scott, because he came almost immediately, filling
my mouth with his hot seed.

As soon as Doug pulled out, Ed took his place, already fully hard.  I
sucked him with eagerly, and soon he rewarded me with his creamy load.

"Go ahead and blow Scott," Doug ordered.

Scott was definitely not in the mood after his ordeal, but knew that he
better cooperate, so he approached me and I took his soft cock in my mouth.
I sucked him for several minutes, giving him as much tongue action as I
could before he started to respond.  With Doug and Ed watching I found that
I enjoyed sucking for an audience, and became fully aroused.

I sucked Scott for nearly fifteen minutes before he came, and gratefully
swallowed his load.

Doug told us to both get dressed and get out, but for us both to return at
4pm that afternoon.  We left, but said almost nothing on the way home.
"Let's got to McDonalds for lunch," I said, and Scott agreed.

We arrived a McDonalds, picked up our meals and sat down.  "That was sure
not what I expected!" I said, "are you okay with what happened?"

"Hell no!" Scott shot back, "I know you like sucking cock, but that's not
for me."

"What was it like for you?" I asked.

"Not as bad as I thought it would be, but at least he didn't cum in my
mouth" Scott admitted, "but I hope I never have to do it again."

"Well, we are both cocksuckers now," I said.

Scott glared back and blurted, "You are a cocksucker by choice – I was
forced into it!  I'm no queer."

"Well, at least now you know what it is like to have a secret you don't
want to get out," I responded.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," said Scott.

We finished lunch and went back to Scott's house and worked on extending
our list of blowjob places.  Since Scott usually would cum within a few
minutes we decided that I could safely blow him anywhere we could count on
five minutes of privacy.  We talked about doing it at a nearby roadside
park that had a single picnic table.  If Scott sat on the table, facing
away from the road, I could kneel and blow him with nobody seeing what was
happening.  The thought of blowing Scott in public with lots of cars going
by was very exciting, and we decided to give it a try soon.

Before long, we saw that it was nearly 4pm, so we left to go back to Doug's
house.  I was looking forward to it, but Scott was visibly nervous.  I
didn't blame him, but we both felt compelled to obey.

Upon arrival, Doug led us into the kitchen, where he told us to look at
what was on the table.

The kitchen table was covered with more than a dozen black and white
pictures of me sucking Doug's cock!  My heart sank – this looked a lot
like evidence to me.  If someone said I was a cocksucker I could deny it,
but these pictures prove that I am.

"Ed took the pictures while you were sucking me.  They came out pretty
good, didn't they?" Doug said.

"What are you going to do with them?" I asked, with growing fear.

"Just keep them in a safe place, and know that you will blow me any time I
want, right?" he continued.

"Yes, I suppose I will be," I answered.

With that Doug picked up the pictures and laid down others, this time
featuring Scott sucking Doug.

"You bastards!" Scott said, which earned Scott another slap on the face.

"Your friend is a very good and cooperative cocksucker, but you are just a
spineless weasel!", Doug said, "If you ever talk about his sucking and
expose him, these pictures of you are going public."

"I'll never tell, but please don't expose me," Scott pleaded.

"We won't, as long as you behave yourself.  If you ever decide you want to
suck my cock more, you know where to come." said, "You can go now, Scott,
unless you want to watch Bill suck us"

Scott left and Doug told me to undress, which I did.  I had not jacked off
since morning, and I was visibly aroused, which Doug and Ed both noticed.

"Get on your knees and jack off while sucking Ed," he directed, and I
dropped to my knees.

Doug handed me a small small glass with vodka in it, and told me to shoot
my load into it.

I sucked Ed and Doug knelt next to me and took my balls in one hand.  I
tensed, remembering how rough he was on Scott, but he was very gentle, just
massaging my balls.  He put his other hand on my ass, slipping a finger
between my cheeks, working a finger into my ass.  As I stroked and sucked,
he wiggled his finger in my ass, driving me wild.

Soon I came, shooting a big load into the glass.

Doug got up and took the glass from me, placing it on the table.

Doug told me to get on my hands and knees and continue sucking Ed, which I
did.  He got a can a Crisco out of the cupboard and put some between my
cheeks.  Kneeling between legs, Doug pressed his hard cock to my hole and
easily slipped in.  Even though I had just cum, I really loved the feeling.

Doug put his hands on my hips and started pumping, slow at first, then
faster, while I sucked Ed.  Ed was ready to cum, but pulled out of my mouth
and stroked himself into the glass, adding his cum to mine.

Doug continued to fuck my ass for a few minutes while Ed stood by, holding
the glass.

Doug pulled out, stood up and stroked himself off into the glass.  Ed put
the glass on the kitchen table and we all went and sat on the couch.

"So what do you like better," asked Ed, "sucking cock or getting fucked?"

"I really like both, but when I suck cock I get to taste the cum," I
replied.

Ed got up and brought me the glass.  The three loads of cum were floating
as little gobs in the Vodka.  Ed handed me the glass and I raised it to my
lips and took a sip.  The taste of the Vodka was strong but I didn't shy
away from drinking it, enjoying the cum floating into my mouth.

We talked for awhile and they both said they really liked me and that we
could have a lot of fun together.  I told them that I was eager to try new
things.  They asked if I would be willing to blow other guys they have
over, and I readily agreed.

Doug told me to lie across his lap and he slipped two fingers into me,
working them in and out, then slipped in a third finger.  I liked the way
it felt.  Ed went to the refrigerator and came back with a jar of pickles,
and opened it.

Doug took out a large pickle and pressed it to my hole, and then pushed it
all the way in with his finger.

"Now get dressed and go home," said Doug, "You have a big dill pickle up
your ass – see how long you can keep it there."

I promised that I would, got dressed and left.  As I walked home I enjoyed
the way the big pickle felt inside me.

At dinner that night my mind kept wandering to the fucking I got.  The
pickle was a wonderful reminder of that fucking.  I wondered what else
would be nice up my ass.

Before I went to bed, I updated my cocksucker journal.  I've been helping a
lot of guys cum, and really felt good about it.  I went to bed that night
with the pickle still in me.

I drifted off to sleep, wondering what new sexual adventures were ahead of
me.

To be continued . . .

 Scott, if you read this please contact me – perhaps we could still make
this happen.  For anyone else, fell free to contact me with your comments
or requests.  –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)