Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2014 10:55:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 13 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 13 I awoke very much aware of the big pickle up my ass. I really liked that feeling and wondered what other anal delights I could find. Sucking cock was without a doubt my favorite activity, but I was learning new pleasures as I met more people. At first Scott was the only man I had been with. Without trying, I had unexpectedly come in contact with over a dozen men counting the guys I blew at the Jeff's Glory Hole. I decided to check my journal and see what I had experienced. According to my journal, I had been a cocksucker less than two weeks, and have given 35 blowjobs to 14 different guys, and been fucked 4 times by 4 different guys. I liked all of it, but decided I wanted a little more experience being fucked. I'll talk with Doug about it, since he enjoyed fucking me. I hid my journal safely away – eager to see what today had in store for me. I was hoping that Scott would want me to blow him at the roadside park today. But first I had to get ready for the day. I went to the bathroom, sporting a major erection, but I didn't want to cum now – I'd rather save it for blowing Scott. I sat on the toilet and expelled the pickle. As soon as I did I got up to look at it. I would never have thought I could take something that large up my ass, but it had been wonderful! I was definitely going to have to tell Doug how much I loved it. I look a shower, got dressed and got some breakfast. After breakfast I went to meet Scott. We discussed going to the roadside park and decided to go for it. It was a short walk along a busy road, but in less than half an hour we were there. There was a family there at the table, so we walked by and continued down the road, waiting for them to leave. We went into the woods a short distance and I asked Scott to take his cock out. I squeezed and stoked him to get him ready for the blowjob I would give him – it was a wonderful way to pass the time. "Tomorrow is Friday – the day of the high school football game. Does Jeff still want me to suck at his Glory Hole?" I asked. "Yes, I talked with him last night," Scott replied, "He has it all lined up with both teams. The winning team gets blowjobs for the entire team" "What teams are playing?" I asked. "Our high school is playing Jeff's," said Scott. That really got me thinking – if my school won I would be blowing the jocks from my own school – what could be hotter than that? We saw the car pull out with the family that was at the picnic table. Scott was fully hard, so we walked through the woods to the roadside park, my hand firmly gripping his cock, as if pulling him along. We got to the table and Scott sat on the table top, feet on the bench, facing away from the road. I knelt on the ground and found that I was hidden from the passing traffic. I pulled down my pants and began stroking myself as I sucked Scott’s hard cock. It was really arousing to be so public – cars passing by two horny guys on the verge of cumming! Because I had already got Scott good and hard, he came before I did. I held his cock and cum in my mouth while I finished up, shooting my load into my hand, and then licking it up. I still felt a little bit of the old guilt feeling when I came, but that no longer diminished the pleasure of sucking, cumming and swallowing cum. We got up and pulled our pants up, smiling with relief. We walked back to Scott's house, after which I left to see if I could find Doug or Ed. I saw Ed, who was alone, and approached him. He smiled and asked, "How did you like that pickle up your ass?" "I loved it!" I responded, "I kept it in all night, and really want to do more of that sort of thing, including getting fucked." Ed smiled and said, "My father and his poker buddies like to fuck young boys. Would you like to be fucked by half a dozen adult men? Would you do it anonymously?" "Sounds wonderful, but how do I get fucked anonymously?" I asked, wondering if it were anything like the Glory Hole. "Let me call my father at work and see," Ed continued, "Come to my house and I'll call him." We went to Ed's house and he went into the living room, where Ed pulled out down his pants and sat down in a chair next to a phone. He stroked his cock and motioned for me to come over. I did, dropping to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth as he dialed the phone. "Hello dad?" he said, "I have a boy you and your poker buddies might enjoy. He is sucking me now." After a few minutes he hung up and told me to be back at his house at 6pm tonight for prepping, to which I agreed. I finished sucking him off and swallowed his cum, then got up, thanked him, and left. For the rest of the day I could think of nothing else but what would happen tonight. I wondered what Ed meant by "prepping". After dinner I left for Ed's house where he invited me in and took me down to the basement recreation room. I saw a poker table and a strange looking device that looked like a saw horse with some padding on top. Ed told me to undress and put my clothes on a table nearby. He took me into a bathroom and told me to get into the shower, which had a large red water bulging water bottle hanging upside down from the shower head, with a white hose coming out of it, and a long nozzle at the end. Ed picked up a jar of Vaseline, opened it, and took some of the jelly on his finger. He reached down and stuck his finger in my ass, and then took it out and rubbed some of the jelly on the nozzle. He told me to insert the nozzle in my ass, which I did. "You are going to have an enema to prepare you for tonight," Ed explained, "the men like to fuck young boys, but want you to be clean and able to take it without making a mess." With the nozzle up my ass as far as I could take it, Ed took hold of my cock and fondled me to erection, while with the other hand he release a clamp, and I felt warm water filling me. "Ever had an enema before?" Ed asked. "Never," I replied. "Well, this may be the first of many for you," Ed continued, "I hope you enjoy tonight." As I filled I felt some cramping, and told Ed, who stopped the flow and told me to massage my belly, which I did. That seemed to distribute the water in me, which relieved the cramping. Ed started the flow again and continued to squeeze my hard cock. Ed said that I was about as full as I was going to get this time. He told me to just stand there and hold it as long as I could. He pulled the nozzle out of me and took the bag down while I stood there with my belly bulging. Ed filled the bag and hung it back on the shower head. Ed told me to get out of the shower and sit on the toilet, expelling as much as I could. I did so – it felt like super diarrhea – not a very pleasant feeling. I just kept going and going, emptying myself of the water and my colon contents. I don't think I had ever gone so much before. Ed was outside the closed bathroom door and asked if I was done. I said I was and he told me to clean up and get back in the shower. Ed came back in and greased up the nozzle again, telling me to insert it, which I did. He handled my cock again and started the flow. This time I took most of the water without cramping, but at the end my belly was really swelled, and beginning to cramp. I just couldn't take much more. Ed stopped the flow and pulled the nozzle out, and told me to stand there and hold it as long as I could. Ed removed the enema bag and started to empty the remaining water in the sink, and proceeded to clean up the equipment and put it away. While I was holding the water in, I would feel strong urges to let it out. I squeezed my ass tightly to hold it in until the feeling passed. Finally, Ed told me to expel and then shower. He left while I sat on the toilet and expelled. I wasn't sure I liked this enema, but I suppose it was part of my growing up. Ed called into me to sit there and expel until he tells me to shower, so I have plenty of time to empty completely. I did so, and then showered as directed. After I dried off I went out of the bathroom. Ed told me to sit on the couch and rest, because I was going to get a good work-out. He explained that even though I had expelled a lot, there was still a lot of water inside me, which would be absorbed, and will make me pee a lot. It was important for me to get past that stage before the men arrived, because there would be no chance to pee once the fucking started. Ed sat next to me, again holding my cock, once again arousing me. After peeing several times, Ed felt I had got most of the water out for now. Then phone rang and Ed answered it, talking for a few minutes. After hanging up, Ed explained that his father would be home in about 15 minutes and had six friends coming over, soon, so we should get me ready. He told me to get up, and led me by my hard cock to the strange sawhorse device. He told me to lie face down on the padding, and to let my arms and legs hang down on each side. I got on, and positioned myself as comfortably as I could. Ed then tied my wrists to the legs of the sawhorse, and did the same with my ankles. Ed positioned my so my hard cock was hanging down at the end, with my legs spread and ass cheeks apart. He explained that I was lying on a fucking bench, designed to restrain a person while they are raped. I would be released after the men were finished with me. As long as I just relaxed and took what the men dished out for me it would be ok. If I resist, it might get rough, but he thought I would be fine and enjoy the ride ahead. As I lay there, Ed put some Vaseline on my hole and slipped one finger in, then two, then three. I liked it and just relaxed, enjoying my first time on a fuck bench. A door opened upstairs and Ed pulled his fingers out and went upstairs to greet his father. They talked for a bit while I lay there bound and unable to change my mind. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. The doorbell rang and some men were let in. Ed's father told him to check on me and make sure I was ready for action. 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)