Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 10:19:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 5

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 5

I awoke the next morning thinking about what had happened yesterday.  Scott
and I had been very daring, and we actually got caught!  Still, getting
caught was exciting in retrospect – I got to suck off an adult man and
it looks like I will be sucking him again and who knows what else he will
do with me?

I didn't want Scott to know about my going to Mr. Robbins – that was
none of his business, and the less he knew, the less he could talk about.
I decided to see Scott in the morning and suck him, then go see Mr. Robbins
in the afternoon.  I could wait to see Mr. Robbins until later, since he
told me to come see him later in the week, but I was anxious to discover
what he had in mind for me.

Scott was just a horny teenager like me, but he really didn't know much
about man to man sex.  I started out as a cocksucker, but am beginning to
think that there is more to it than cocksucking, and I wanted to find out.
An older man like Mr. Robbins might be able to teach me a lot.

I went to Scott's house where he greeted me.  After the scare we had
yesterday he did not feel very daring, so we went back into the woods.

"Today we are going to work on your guilt," Scott said, "I want you to
stroke yourself off while sucking my cock.  When you cum, shoot into your
hand.  You will lick up your cum and then finish sucking me off –
understand?"

"Yes," I replied, "But I'm not sure I'll be able to after I cum"

"You WILL!"  Scott declared, "You must suck me off, even if you are not in
the mood."

We both dropped our pants and I got to my knees.  Without even touching
myself, I was getting hard just looking at Scott's cock.  I took him into
my mouth and sucked as I stroked myself.  This was so much more exciting
than any of the fantasies I had imagined – sucking a cock is much more
exciting than thinking about it.

Soon I was cumming, shooting my sperm into my other hand, while moaning
with joy.  Scott was watching me closely and ordered me to lick up my cum,
which I did without a second thought.  He then told me to finish sucking
him off, which I resumed without protest.

With his hands on my head, he thrust in and out getting closer by the
minute.  I felt his cock enlarge and then pump his load into my mouth.

"Feeling guilty?" Scott asked.

"I did when I first came, but you forced me through it, and it is gone
now," I replied.

"Then it is working," Scott said, "With a little more practice you will be
able to work through any guilt on your own.  I was amazed at how Scott's
simple direction was all it took to get past my guilt, but it worked, and
that is what mattered.

Scott asked me, "So how did you like sucking that fisherman yesterday?"

"I was scared at first, but liked it once I got into it," I answered.

"Would you like to suck more guys?" he asked.

"What did you have in mind?" I inquired.

"My cousin Jeff is coming to visit next week and I thought you might want
to suck him also," Scott explained.

"You promised not to tell anyone I was blowing you!" I said.

"I didn't tell anyone, but if you want I can tell him.  He lives across
town and doesn't know anyone we go to school with," Scott explained.

This sounded very attractive to me – still another cock to suck without
risking exposure – I quickly agreed and Scott said he would talk to Jeff
and see if he was interested.  Scott thought that he would be – Jeff was
in high school, and high school guys are almost always eager to cum.

I told Scott I would not be back the rest of the day, but would come back
tomorrow morning to suck him off again.  I returned home for lunch, ready
to visit Mr. Robbins in the afternoon.


After lunch I went to Mr. Robbins house and rang the doorbell.  When he
answered the door he invited me in.  As soon as I was inside he told me
that I was to undress and that I would always be naked when at his house.
I did as I was told, putting my clothes in a box I was given.

I stood there naked and once again Mr. Robbins ran his hands over my body.
He told me to wait there while he left, soon returning with some kind of
furniture.  It had a place for me to kneel and adjustments for height and
to spread my kneed apart.

I knelt on it, as directed and he adjusted the height and the knee spread
so that my knees were spread apart, exposing me.  Mr. Robbins grasped my
cock and balls hanging down and fondled me.  He worked me to erection and
put some lotion in his hand and massaged my cock head with the lotion.
This aroused me nearly to the point of cumming, while Mr. Robbins rubbed a
lotion coated finger in my ass crack, pausing as my hole, massaging me
gently, which was an entirely new experience for me.

It felt strange, but very nice.  Mr. Robbins then slipped a lubed finger up
my ass, and then a second finger.  He wiggled both fingers and I was
overcome with pleasure.

"Please, Sir, teach me all that you can, and I will do what you want," I
said.

"Will you blow anyone I tell you to?" he asked.

"Yes, I will," I replied.

"Will you submit to being fucked?" he continued.

"I don't understand, Sir, but will try," I said.

"You have much to learn, but I will teach you", he said

With that, he slipped a third finger up my ass, and spread them opening me
up.  While spreading my ass open more, he showed me some sort of rubber
device which he called a butt plug.  It was about three inches long,
spherical on one end, and flared on the other, connected with a cylindrical
shaft about an inch in diameter.  He told me that it would help open me up.
He withdrew is fingers and then inserted the butt plug.  He told me that I
would work up to larger and larger butt plugs, which would prepare me for
being fucked.  I began to realize that when Mr. Robbins said I would be
fucked, he meant that men would put their cocks up my ass.  I wasn't sure I
wanted that, even though I was beginning to enjoy some new anal
experiences.

"I'm going to send you home wearing the the butt plug, and I want you to
keep it in full time, except when you take a shit.  Afterward, lube it up
and put it back in.  Come back to me tomorrow and we will see if you are
ready for a good fucking.", he instructed.

He then unzipped and took out his cock, and said, "Now suck me off and show
me what you can do."

He put his big cock into my mouth, which swelled bigger than I could
comfortably take, but I did my very best.  He pumped in and out of my mouth
as I tried to avoid gagging.  After a time he pumped another load into my
mouth, saying, "Swallow you faggot"

I swallowed as directed and he told me to get up, dress and go home,
keeping the butt plug in until I returned tomorrow.

For the rest of the day, the butt plug constantly reminded me that it was
there.  I tried my best to walk normally, afraid that the butt plug would
cause me to swish or do something that would give me away.

Sitting at the dinner table, with the butt plug firmly in place, I was
completely distracted.  Finally, at bed time, I jacked off and shot an
especially large load into my hand, with I licked up immediately.  I dozed
off with the butt plug still firmly inside 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)