Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 23:51:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 2

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 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 2

The next day I went out and met with Scott again.  Scott was glad to see
me, and told me that he really appreciated my help.  I told him that I had
already cum and wasn't in the mood.

With shock he said, "Not in the mood!!!  What kind of shit is this?  Man, I
really need it – come on buddy and help me out – what do you say?"

"Ok", I replied, "but I'm not so sure I should be doing this.  What if
other people found out?"

"Who is going to find out – and how?" asked Scott.

I shot back, "You aren't so good at keeping a secret.  In fact you seem to
like to tell tales, and this isn't the sort of thing I want getting around"

Scott responded, "Look, we have a pretty good thing going and I sure am not
going to spoil it by talking, that's for sure!"

I found it somewhat reassuring that Scott understood that it was a pretty
nice arrangement, and that it would be jeopardized if he shot his mouth
off.  Still, I wondered how long this was going to stay a secret.

When we arrived in our usual spot, Scott dropped his pants; I faced him and
began stroking his cock.  I said I wanted to try another position and got
down on my knees where I could hold his cock in a better position,
specifically stroking it toward my face.  I loved the view – his
hardening cock just inches away from my face.  I also found myself
resisting the urge to take his cock into my mouth.  I wanted it so badly,
but I dared not do it!

"You do that so well", groaned Scott, "I just hope you are enjoying it too"

"I'm just doing a friend a favor", I replied, "I'm not in it for the
enjoyment".  Shit!  Did he know how much I was loving this?  I have to be a
little cool about this.

"I have an idea", said Scott, "how about sucking my cock?"

"Like hell I will!", I replied, "you are lucky enough for the hand job,
which I don't really have to do!"

"I know", said Scott, "its just that it would be so nice, and you might
just like it.  Why not just give it a try?  It would be our secret."

"Hell no!", I shot back, fighting my urge to suck him right now.

"Oh please – I would be so grateful – just this once"

"No fucking way!" I said, letting go of his cock, "Do you want me to finish
the hand job or not?"

"Sorry man", I didn't mean to get you so upset, "please finish me off and
I'll be quiet".

I took hold of his cock again, and within two strokes he was back to full
erection.  I had to focus now and have my wits about me for his orgasm, if
I was going to make this look like an accident.  I reached out with my
other hand and touched the bottom of his balls, while stroking him inches
from my face.

Suddenly he shot onto my mouth.  I said "Hey" and the final two squirts
went right into my mouth.  What a score!  Now for a little acting.  I made
a gagging sound, turned away and pretended to split while I swallowed his
cum.  After swallowing I made more gagging sounds while I wiped the cum
from my face into my mouth with my fingers.  I think I was pretty
convincing, but I can't do this every time.  I turned and walked away for a
bit, then sat down on the ground, facing away from Scott.

"Hey, are you ok?  What's wrong?" he asked, almost sounding innocent.

"You came in my mouth, you bastard!  You didn't tell me you were about to
cum", I responded.

"But you had me really going, and when you touched my balls it was all
over!", he continued "it's not really that bad is it?"

"How about if I cum in your mouth and you tell me?", I shot back.

"No way – I'm not like that!", he said.  I countered, "Oh?  And you
think I am?"

Scott responded, "I didn't mean it that way – I really appreciate what
you do for me – its absolutely wonderful – much better than I can do
myself"

I remained quiet for awhile, putting on a good show, and thinking about how
wonderful it was to take his load directly into my mouth!  How could I get
more of that?

"Look", I said, "this has been a little much for me, and I'm not sure how
to handle it.  I just want to go home now."

"Ok, said Scott, "Thanks so much and I promise that this is just between
us"

I grunted, as if in agreement and went home.  This was the very best yet,
but I felt very nervous.  What if he guesses that I like his cum?  Did I go
too far in touching his balls?  Does he know how much I like his cock?
Will he really keep our secret, or will the whole school know I love cock?
After today, things will probably never be the same!  What have I gotten
myself into?

The rest of the day was very quiet for me – thinking about what had
happened and what to do next.  I certainly loved what had happened, but did
I go too far?  What now?  I didn't trust Scott to keep the secret – but
what could I do?  How soon before my Mom and Dad find out, and what would
happen then?

By the time I went to bed, I had a rough plan in mind – a plan that
would change everything – for the better if it worked, for the worse if
it didn't.

Feeling more comfortable I laid in bed thinking about being so close to
Scotts cock while I jacked him, and his cumming in my mouth.  I resolved
that I was going to swallow my cum tonight, and do it before the guilt set
in.  As soon as I shot my last squirt I would lick it up and have it in my
mouth before I could lose my nerve.

I knew that as soon as I started to cum I would squirt a few times and then
stop squirting as the orgasm finishes – only a few seconds.  As I
imagined the taste of the cum I started shooting.  Seconds later my hand
was up to my mouth and I was slurping up the hot cum!  Then the guilt hit
me, but it was too late.  I had beaten the guilt and had my own cum in my
mouth!

But it seemed that guilt was not going to give up easily.  I had a mouthful
of cum and I had a feeling of revulsion that left me nauseated.  I felt the
urge to puke, which was only held back by my will power.  I swallowed and
the cum was gone, though it left a very strong aftertaste.  With that I
drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke with a sense of excitement.  I had conquered the
guilt that kept me from eating my own cum, and perhaps one day I will be
able to push the guilt aside entirely.  Today was going to be a decisive
day.  Either I would be able to convince Scott to keep my secret, or I'll
know that I'm going to be exposed.  Either way my life will never be the
same.

I went out to find Scott who was at his house as I expected.

"I've been thinking about this since yesterday" I said.

"About what?", Scott asked.  "About jacking you off – about giving you
hand-jobs", I relied.

"Yeah," responded Scott "it was pretty nice!"

"This isn't something that I want anyone else to know about", I stated.

"Afraid people will think you are queer?", asked Scott.

"It doesn't matter what you call it, it's not something I want to get
around school or the neighborhood", so here is how it has to be: if you
tell anyone about this you won't get any more!  Agreed?"

"As long as you take care of me whenever I want you to," agreed Scott.

"I'll do what I can, but you have to be reasonable about this," I replied.

With that Scott dropped his pants, exposing his hardening cock.  I took it
in my hand and squeezed it a few times and started stroking him.  "This
position isn't working so well, I said, and I shifted around until I was
facing him, and then knelt on the ground.  I continued to stroke him, with
his hard cock just inches from my face.  Scott was smiling as I worked his
cock.

"You like that cock, don't you?", Scott asked.

"Sure, its' pretty nice, I replied.

"And you like to make me cum, don't you,?" Scott continued.

"Sure, I suppose", I confessed.

"Then kiss it, lick it, take it into your mouth," Scott insisted.

"No way"!, I responded, "Just because I jack you off doesn't make me a
cocksucker!".  I let go of his cock and glared at him.

"Ok, ok, you don't have to suck me," Scott shot back, "just keep going with
the handjob"

I took his cock again and resumed stroking.  I did want to suck him, but
didn't dare.  I was taking a big risk in jacking him off, and didn't dare
blow him.  I wasn't sure I could trust him to keep quiet about it, and did
not want to be known as the town cocksucker!

Holding his hard cock was truly wonderful, and I gazed at it with a lot of
desire.  I felt very weak in resisting his requests to suck him – sooner
or later I thought I would probably be doing it.  Sucking cock had become
my favorite jackoff fantasy, but at the same time the idea of it terrified
me.  If I do it I will be a cocksucker and I could never undo that.

Scott was getting close to cumming now – he was very hard and his balls
were tightening up.  I reached up and took his balls in my other hand and
he shot three large squirts of cum, one of which landed on my shirt front
and trouser leg, on shot all over my hand and the other hit the ground.
"You shot on my clothes!," I exclaimed, and got up to wipe it off, turning
away.  After turning away I licked his cum off my hand, enjoying the manly
taste.  I wiped what cum I could from my cloths and licked that as well.

"I'm sorry I came all over you," said Scott, "but you were the one in
control."

"It's ok," I said, "I guess I'll have to learn to do it more carefully.
Hope it doesn't stain.  I better be getting home now."

As I walked home I savored the taste of Scott's cum, wondering what it
would be like to take a full load in my mouth.  When I got home I checked
my clothes and was shocked to see that the cum spots really showed.  I
would have to get right to the bathroom and clean them off before anyone
noticed!

As I entered my home and greeted my parents my father looked up and asked,
"what's all over your shirt?"

I froze, feeling like I'd been busted, before replying, "I spilled some
coke on it."  I would have to be much more careful where I pointed Scotts
cock!

That night I jacked off thinking about blowing Scott.  I was so glad to be
able to jack him off, and hoped that it would be enough for me.  I came,
catching my cum in my hand, and licking it up before drifting off to sleep.


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)