Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 22:09:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 31

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 31

When I awoke I thought of Eydie, and decided that I really wanted her to be
my girlfriend in every sense of the word.  Eydie was very feminine and
would have no difficulty "passing" as a girl in public, as she was already
doing every day at her school.  But I didn't want her just for sex –
that was certainly wonderful, but I wanted to love her, and was already
having very special feelings for her.  She could be my girlfriend publicly,
and perhaps one day I could marry her, just as Jim had married Melissa.

I'm not sure how that could be possible, because a man simply cannot marry
a man.  I knew that Eydie and Melissa were really women, albeit special
ones.  Still, they started out as men, so how Melissa did become legally a
woman?  I would have to talk with Jim and Melissa about this.

Eydie was changing my life and changing the way I think and look at the
world, just as sucking Scott for the first time had changed me.  As a boy
just now in high school I had already given over a hundred blowjobs, and it
looked like I was going to be a cocksucker for the rest of my life.

Normal guys don't suck off other guys, so I knew I wasn't normal.  Some of
the guys I sucked called me a faggot, or a sissy or a homo.  I'm wasn't
really sure what I was.  I loved to suck cock, but wasn't really attracted
to men.  In fact I was very attracted to women, but still loved to suck
cocks.  So it was like I was a straight guy who liked to suck cocks –
that doesn't sound anything like "normal".

Well, I suppose it didn't matter, but I decided that I would regard myself
as a straight cocksucker, strange as that may be.  As a cocksucker, I had
some duties, because the men I suck hold the power to expose me, so I must
suck them – good thing I liked doing it!

After breakfast I met Scott behind his garage.  He greeted me and handed me
another condom used by his father.  I thanked him and put it in my pocket
to enjoy later.  I dropped to my knees and took Scott into my mouth,
looking forward to the creamy reward Scott gave me every day.  Soon he was
cumming, and as usual I held it in my mouth while we walked to the bus
stop.

As I sat in the bus and swallowed Scott's load, I thought about how much I
loved sucking and swallowing cum.  I suppose my life would never be a
"normal" one – I just hoped that I could keep my cocksucking secret –
kind of difficult now that dozens of guys know I'm a cocksucker!  I had to
be much more careful about sucking guys at school – that was where I was
most afraid of exposure.

When I arrived at school I walked to my first class.  Along the way I saw
Rudy, who approached me and said, "I need a blowjob today at lunch –
I'll see you at the Drama Club room.  I agreed, really having no choice.
While I loved blowing Rudy and all the other guys, but it disturbed me that
he knew who I was.  I felt safe blowing him while he was blindfolded, but
now having yet another guy who knew my secret increased my risk.  Well, I
would have to blow him for as long as he demanded it.

Throughout the morning classes I had much to think about.  I raised my hand
and received permission to go to the boys room.  I entered a stall and
closed the door behind me, removing the used condom from my pocket.  I
placed the ring between my teeth and lips, and slowly sucked, drawing the
condom inside-out into my mouth.  I stopped as I felt it partly into my
mouth, closing my eyes, imagining Scott's father's cock in my mouth.  Since
I had been regularly swallowing his cum, I found myself wanting more and
more to blow him.  I envisioned him cumming in my mouth and sucked the
condom the rest of the way in, tasting his cum.

I realized that while indulging my fantasy I had been away from class
longer than I should, so I swallowed, flushed the condom and returned to
class, still enjoying the manly taste in my mouth.

At lunch time I met Rudy at the Drama Club room and went into one of the
practice rooms.  I got to my knees and Rudy took his cock out.  I sucked
him while he told me what a good cocksucker I was.  Rudy probably meant
that in a demeaning way, but I really liked hearing it – privately of
course.  Soon Rudy shot his hot load, which I eagerly swallowed.

I had a quick lunch and went to my afternoon classes.  This was a practice
night for the football team and I looked forward to blowing them in the
shower and in the bus.  When the final bell rang I walked to the locker
room, passing by Coach Stafford's office.  He motioned me into his office.
There was another man with him, and I looked forward to blowing yet another
man.  "This is Mr. Maxwell," the coach said, "he has just joined us as
assitant coach.  I'll catch up with you later and brief you on some
changes."

I shook Mr. Maxwell's hand and left.

Out on the athletic field the coach approached me and we talked while the
team went through their warm up.

"Mr. Maxwell doesn't agree with the work you are doing," he said, "and has
demanded that it stop or he will report you and I to the superintendent.
I'll be fired and you will be exposed to the entire school, or maybe
expelled."

My heart sank and I felt like my life was over.  "What should we do?" I
asked.

"No more team blowjobs," he said, "You might still do some individual
blowjobs – whatever you can arrange privately, but nothing more with the
team.  It would probably be best if you resign your job as equipment
manager."

"I'll do that," I said, "thank you for setting me up as the team
cocksucker."

"You are very welcomed," responded the coach, "can I still count on you to
suck me from time to time?"

"Yes, of course," I replied, "I'll suck you any time we can arrange it."

Coach Stafford patted me on the back and went to work with the team.

After practice we all went to the locker room.  I put the equipment away.
Mr. Maxwell was in the locker room, probably to make sure there were no
blowjobs. I had to behave myself as I saw all those cocks bouncing as the
naked guys walked in and out of the shower.

I went to the activity bus and saw Joe, the driver.  "I heard about Maxwell
coming in and fucking up the whole arrangement," he said.

"Yes," I said, "that changes everything.  If you could stop the bus after
we are away from the school, there is something I want to say to the team."

Joe agreed and I took my usual place in the "cocksucker seat".

After the last guy entered the bus, Joe drove the bus away from the school.
A couple of miles later he pulled over and said, "Bill has something to
say."

I stood up and said, "I'm sure you know that thanks to Mr. Maxwell I won't
be blowing you in the showers any more, and I have to resign as equipment
manager.  I'll blow you all tonight, but that will be the last time I blow
the team.  You all know who I am, and I will be glad to blow any and all of
you privately.  We just need a safe place to do it.  It has been my
pleasure to suck you all and swallow your cum."

I sat back down and the team applauded – for the first time I really
felt proud to be a cocksucker!

Shorty one of the guys was standing before me, cock awaiting my attention.
I gratefully sucked him, and he came quickly.

The guys were lining up and I sucked one after the other, counting eleven
in all.  After all of the team had been dropped off, Joe pulled the bus to
the side of the country road we had both come to look forward to.  Soon his
cock was in my mouth and he told me that he hoped to feed me his cock
regularly.  After swallowing his load, I thanked him and told him I would
be glad to blow him as often as possible.  He drove me to my stop and I
departed for home.

To be continued . . .

Scott, if you read this please contact me – perhaps we could still make
this happen.  For anyone else, feel free to contact me with your comments
or requests.  I'll be glad to send a copy of the Blowjob Journal and
Blowjob Map to anyone requesting them.  –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)