Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2015 23:41:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 39

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 39

I awoke, recalling my special time with Eydie last night.  My life had
become consumed with cocksucking, which I loved, but it was beginning to
overshadow everything else in my life.  I thought that if I could cut back
to a small number of regulars that I could enjoy the sucking and still have
a relatively normal life.

I decided to see if I could get by sucking only the guys I was forced to,
and perhaps a couple I really liked.  I realized that there were many I
would still have to suck, or face exposure.

I thought about Scott's father.  I had already swallowed lots of his cum
from the used condoms Scott had given me, and did actually blow him once,
which I loved.  Now he was going to make me blow him regularly while his
wife was away.

I saw Scott on the bus and told him about having to blow his father while
his mother was away.  I agreed to blow Scott at lunch time.

When we arrived at school I saw Rudy waiting for me, and I agreed to blow
him at lunch time.

During my morning classes I decided that I would only blow the men who
demanded it of me, and would no longer seek other cocks.  I would blow
Scott's father to protect my secret.

At lunchtime I met Scott and Rudy at the Drama Club room and they said they
wanted to be blown together.  We went into one of the work rooms and I
sucked Rudy while stroking Scott's cock.  By the time Rudy came Scott was
very firm, so I quickly took him into my mouth – not a moment too soon,
as he began to shoot right away.

I thanked them and left for lunch.

During my afternoon classes I recalled that I had to do my sissy
performance on Friday night.  After that I might be able to cut back on
sucking.  Then I remembered sucking at the strip club glory hole.  It was
exciting to suck off all those horny black guys and make so much money for
doing it!  Perhaps I would do it a few more times to pay for Eydie's
expenses.

I had a lot to work out.  On one hand I wanted a relatively normal life,
free from the fear of exposure, with time for a normal relationship.  On
the other hand, I truly love sucking large numbers of cocks.  I didn't know
how I was going to work this out, but had to figure something out.

On the bus home I took my usual back seat, and soon Jack was sitting next
to me, his cock out under his coat.  I took hold of his cock and stroked
him to erection.  I realized that Jack was one of the guys I really wanted
to continue to blow.  Once the kids in the adjoining seats had left, Jack
opened his coat and I started to suck him.  I had been sucking so many
cocks that it had almost become routine.  I took the time to savor how
wonderful it felt to have Jack's cock in my mouth.  I slowly ran my tongue
all over the head and as much of the shaft as I could – not to make him
cum, but to explore and enjoy him.  I continued for a few minutes, when
Jack said, "Bill, you're driving me crazy – please finish!"

I began to suck vigorously and soon felt his cock enlarge, and soon began
pumping his cream into my mouth.  I counted five spurts and held his cream
in my mouth, savoring the manly taste.

Jack thanked me and zipped up.  I walked home, continuing to hold his load
in my mouth, swishing it around in my mouth. I swallowed when I arrived
home.

Throughout dinner I thought about how pissed my parents would be if they
knew I was a cocksucker, and how Scott's father could ruin me, so I had
better do well for him.

After dinner I went to Scott's house. Scott met me and said, "I'll tell my
father you are here – happy sucking!"

Scott's father greeted me and told me to come into the bedroom.

"Have you been sucking a lot of cocks," he asked, "keeping busy?"

I felt I had to lie, and responded, "No, I've tried not to, but there are a
couple of guys who make me do it."

"I think you like doing it, but are ashamed about being a faggot," he said.

"I suppose so," I said, knowing I loved to suck, "but I'm trying to quit."

"That's the problem with being a cocksucker," he said, "you can't just quit
whenever you want to."

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"Take your clothes off and kneel before me," he said, while taking out his
cock, "I want you to suck me while you feel ashamed."

I undressed and knelt before him.  He approached and held his cock just
inches from my face.  "Now jack off," he said, "and cum in your hand."

I began to stroke and leaned forward to kiss his cock head. He pressed
closer to me and I opened my mouth, taking him in.  I sucked him and soon
was shooting in my hand.  I let his cock slip from my mouth.

I knew he expected me to feel guilty, so I resolved to play along.

"Now eat your cum!" he said, "lick it all up."

"Please, don't make me," I replied.

"Do it, faggot!" he demanded.

I did, making a grimace, as if the cum disgusted me.

"Now how do you feel?", he asked.

"Ashamed," was my only reply.

"Well, you should be, faggot!" he continued, "you just jacked off with my
cock in your mouth, and now you are ashamed of being such a faggot – now
finish the job and suck me off."

"Please, don't make me," I begged.

"I'll let you decide: blow me or I'll tell your parents what a faggot you
are," he directed, "you choose."

I opened my mouth and his cock entered my mouth once again.  I sucked, but
timidly, not wanted to let him know how good I was.

Becoming impatient with me, he grabbed my head and began to face fuck me.
I liked this but couldn't let him know.  I was able to summon some tears as
he face fucked me – sometimes that was a natural result of an oral rape.

Soon he shot his load into my mouth and said, "Swallow, you faggot!"

I swallowed and put my head down.  He put his hand under my chin and raised
my head, saying, "Crying just like the sissy you are – I want you to
come back every night and be my personal cocksucker."

He told me to get dressed and be on my way.  On my way home I replayed what
had just happened, thrilled about how manly he was.

That night while I lay in bed I realized that I had become truly addicted
to cock – it was going to be very difficult indeed to have a normal
life.


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)