Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 00:14:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 32

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 32

After dinner I sat quietly and thought about all that had happened today.
I had blown the football team for the last time – I would never again be
blowing them in the shower, but hopefully would still suck many of them off
individually.  I shuddered as I realized how close I had come to exposure.
I decided to stay away from Mr. Maxwell and do all I could to not piss him
off.

I realized that my time with Eydie meant even more to me than blowing the
entire football team.  I called Eydie and arranged to see her the next day.
I told her that I wanted to take her to the malt shop.

I want to bed, thinking fondly of Eydie.

The next morning I met Scott behind his garage and blew him there.  We went
to school and it was a pretty quiet day.  After school I went to Eydie's
and Mrs. Fletcher greeted me and invited me in.

"Eydie tells me that you are different from other boys," she said, "I am
glad you are taking her out."

"I care about Eydie, and want her to be a real girlfriend," I said, "not
just a bedroom girlfriend.  I love being intimate with Eydie, but I want
more than that."

"More than that?" she asked, "what more do you want?"

"I want the whole girl!" I declared, "she has given me her body, but I want
her heart and mind as well."

"I think you are well on your way," she said, "and I am very happy for the
both of you."

Eydie entered the room and I stood up and took her into my arms.  We kissed
while Mrs. Fletcher watched and smiled.

"I'll get Eydie back in a couple of hours," I said as we departed.

We drove to the malt shop and we ordered a large chocolate malt with two
straws, which we shared.

I was very nervous as I poured out my heart to Eydie.  She smiled broadly
and said that I had made her very happy and that she wanted to be my
girlfriend in every way.

"Being a girl seems very natural for you," I said, and asked, "do you
intend to remain a girl for the rest of your life?"

"I would like that, but am not sure it will be possible," she said, "it's
not just a matter of my dressing like a girl."

"Eydie dear, to me, you ARE a girl," I said, "what makes you a girl is what
is between your ears, not what is between your legs!"

Eydie smiled and said, "it isn't that simple.  I was born a boy and that's
what my birth certificate says.  There is a war going on, and in a few
years I will have to register for the draft.  If I have to go to Viet Nam
it will be all over for Eydie!"

"If we could figure out how to do it," I asked, "would you be willing to
give up being a boy forever?"

"Gladly!" exclaimed Eydie, "but I don't even know where to start."

"Let me see what I can find out," I said, "there may be a way."

I took Eydie home and kissed her as I left.  She told me that she really
appreciated just being with me as my girlfriend.

I stopped by Jim and Melissa's home and was greeted by Melissa.  She
invited me in.  Jim had just arrived home and said he was glad to see me.

"I have something very important I need to discuss with you," I said,
sitting down with them, "Do you remember my Eydie?"

"Yes," they answered, "the cross-dresser friend of yours."

"Eydie is not just a boy playing dress-up," I continued, "she is living her
life as a girl and wants to be a girl forever."

"That sounds very nice for both of you," Melissa said.

"Yes, and I have grown to really love her," I said, "but for Eydie to truly
become a woman, she needs to leave her past behind."

I explained the birth certificate problem and the possibility of her being
drafted, and we all agreed that it would be a disaster if that happened.

Jim and Melissa said they would think about Eydie's situation and make some
inquiries.  They suggested that I bring Eydie to meet them soon, to which I
agreed, planning for the weekend.

I thanked them and left for home.  I called Eydie and arranged to take her
out to a movie on Saturday, and told her that I wanted her to meet some
friends who could help with her future.  Eydie was excited at the prospect
and thanked me.

After dinner I recieved a call from Mr. Robbins.  He had caught me blowing
Scott and made me blow him as well.  I had not seen him for some time, and
had almost forgotten of my ongoing obligation to him.

"I thought you wanted your secret protected," Mr. Robbins said.

"I do, very much so," I replied.

"Then you should be sucking me regularly," he said, "I really need your
mouth right now."

I told him I would be right over, and I left to service him.

When I got to his house I apologized for not sucking him sooner, and said I
had just lost track.

"No more excuses, just get on your knees cocksucker," he said, and I
complied.

He pushed his soft cock into my mouth and pulled my head to him, pressing
my face to his zipper.

His soft cock hardened, filling my mouth.  With very little room to even
move my tongue, I moved my throat in swallowing motions, which Mr. Robbins
seemed to enjoy.

His cock grew more and pressed hard against the back of my throat, making
me gag.  He put his hands on the sides of my head and face fucked me,
calling me a sissy faggot the entire time.

He pulled out and said, "open your mouth, cocksucker!"

He shot his load into my mouth, and left a big squirt on my face.
Mr. Robbins held my head and looked at his load in my mouth.

"Now tell me the truth," he said, "how many blowjobs have you given?"

"I'm not sure," I replied, "but over 150 since you caught me."

"Really?" he said, "you have been a very busy cocksucker!  Do you know what
a Glory Hole is?"

I told him I did and had sucked many cocks at a private Glory Hole.  He
asked if I would like to suck at another glory hole and I said I would.  He
told me to come see him after school tomorrow and he would take me, to
which I agreed.

"Have you ever sucked a black cock?" he asked.

"No," I said, "but I look forward it."

"You will, my young faggot!" he said.

I returned home.  When I went to bed I wondered what the new Glory Hole
would be like, and about sucking black cocks.

I wondered just how many new experiences lay ahead of me, and hoped that I
could keep my secret life hidden.


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)