Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2021 21:43:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Planned Outings Part 20 Planned Outings (part 20) My sexual life has been very private – while many know I am a cocksucker, that part of my life is very separate from my family and business. Many times I have wished that I could be out to some of my closest associates, but could never take the chance. This story series was inspired by that desire. This is dedicated to my late friend Phil, who was out to everyone. –––––––––––––––––––– I was really pleased about how well all of my Planned Outings connections had gone. So far everyone I had requested had agreed to a blowjob. I had been concerned that once they knew who was blowing them that I would be treated differently. I was – but in a good way, they kept feeding me their cock. I finally decided to try connecting with the one person I had longed to, but feared opening up to – Dale, my best friend for years. We did a lot of things together, and I often thought about blowing him, but was always timid about making the first move. I called Marcy at Planned Outings and gave her Dale's contact information and explained the background. She promised to get right on it. Since I had given her Dale's phone number, she might be lining something up for me soon. At lunch time I went to the Catholic Church where Father Thomas greeted me and directed me to the usual confessional and said that three priests were waiting for me. This time I said nothing, but waited for the cock and was soon sucking him. He was completely silent until the end. Once he had emptied his load into my mouth and I continued to hold him there he said, "You have a wonderful gift, and your special ministry is a blessing to us all!" With that he pulled out and left, as I pondered his words. I suppose in a way I was ministering to the men I blew. Not in a spiritual way, but certainly relieving tension that might otherwise have found a less peaceful outlet. The second priest entered and identified himself as Father Jacob, something that wasn't normally done in confessionals, but I was certainly going beyond the normal boundaries. Feeling a little playful I said, "Father Jacob, I hope you find peace in what we are about to do." His cock was very long – perhaps nine inches, but not very thick. I decided to try deep throating – something I had not been able to do with thicker cocks, but this one seemed like it would go down easily. I took him to the back of my throat, working hard to suppress my gagging and swallowed. I heard Father Jacob say, "oh, oh" as I swallowed, liking the feeling. I took him partway down my throat and then pulled back, catching my breath. I knew I would be able to take more of him if we weren't in the confessional, whose wooden walls were about an inch thick. As Father Jacob approached climax I pulled back so he could cum in the front of my mouth. If he just shot his load down my throat I wouldn't be able to enjoy the taste of his cum, which was a welcomed treat every time. I enjoyed the feeling of each squirt hitting my tongue, and moved his load around in my mouth to fully experience the manly taste. "Bless you for your work," Father Jacob said, and departed. The last priest must have been stroking his cock under his robes, and quickly pressed himself into my mouth. He wasn't very long but was really thick, and had a large "mushroom head" which felt wonderful in my mouth. I traced every curve of the head with my tongue and I could feel his cock begin to quiver. I licked him faster and soon he was blasting his load into mouth. He thanked me and departed. I left the confessional and found Father Thomas. I told him that I enjoyed ministering to the various priests and would continue to do so. I asked if the priests would be ok with doing it in other places, so it was more personal than anonymous. "You have developed quite a following here," he said, "and I'll talk to the other priests and see how they would feel about it." I thanked Father Thomas and left. When I returned to the office I received a call from Marcy, saying that she had talked with Dale and he is very interested. She gave the address of an office building and told me to go to the sixth floor rest room on the south side of the building. I was to go to the last stall at exactly 5pm and wait there. There would be a glory hole, and Dale would arrive and enter the stall next to me and offer me his cock. I was really excited at the prospect of blowing my very best friend, and really hoped that he would like my work. I went to the office building after work, found the stall and settled in. I stroked my cock while waiting for Dale to arrive. I was surprised to hear someone enter the next stall just after my arrival. I wondered if Dale was showing up early and looked through the hole to see a man standing and taking a leak. When he was finished he shook his cock and stroked it a few times and then turned to me. I wasn't expecting this but certainly welcomed it. I sucked him for a few minutes and soon he gave me his load, saying, "swallow this faggot – it's what you're here for!" The voice was not Dales, and he pulled out and left. I looked at my watch and saw that it was twelve minutes after five, and breathed a sigh of relief. If Dale had arrived when the stall was in use he might have changed his mind and left. I waited patiently and precisely at 5:15 the door to the next stall opened and a man stepped in and silently offered me his cock. I was so excited to finally be sucking Dale and eagerly took him into my mouth. I heard Dale's familiar voice say, "damn, your good." I didn't rush, wanting to savor the experience of my best freind's cock in my mouth, but Dale couldn't wait much longer and sprayed his hot load into my mouth. As Dale zipped up he said, "I really wish I knew who you are." I wanted to open the door and reveal myself to him, but then feared his reaction. He was very conservative and our friendship might be damaged when he learned I was a cocksucker. I remained ten minutes later and then departed. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org