Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 10:38:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 15 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 15 I awoke the next morning with my ass hurting almost as much as last night. I wondered if I had been injured from last night's rape. It sure felt like I might be permanently changed. I decided to go back and see Ed and ask him. He said he had been fucked many times – perhaps he would know. But first, I needed to blow Scott, something that I had come to do nearly daily. After breakfast I went to Scott's house and we agreed to go to the roadside park again. We walked to the park and found it busy. There was a family eating at the only picnic bench. There were three cars parked. Two cars were empty and one had a man standing next to it. In addition to the single picnic bench, there was also a men's and women's outhouse, the most common toilet in picnic areas of the time. The men's outhouse door opened and a man stepped out and went to one of the cars. The man standing by his car walked to the outhouse. Scott and I decided to wait by the woods, hoping the people would finish and depart. Our patience was rewarded as the family finished their meal and left the left. When the man in the outhouse left, we were at last alone. Scott sat on the table top, facing away from the road. He had just taken his cock out and I was about to drop my pants before dropping to my knees, when another car drove up. Scott quickly put his cock away, and we waited while a man emerged and used the outhouse. After he left, Scott took out his cock again, but I decided to keep my pants up and not jack off. I dropped to my knees and took Scott's cock into my mouth, loving the feeling of how well his cock and my mouth fit. I continued to suck him as traffic passed us by. I loved sucking Scott in such a public place and was growing bolder, so when a car pulled into the park. Scott was so aroused I don't think he even noticed the car. I man emerged and walked toward to the outhouse as I continued to suck Scott. I watched him walk and saw him pause and look our way, and then continue to the outhouse. Scott came, giving me his tastey load into my mouth. I was feeling really good about the blowjob and felt especially bold. When the man emerged, he once again looked our way, and I waved to him. Responding to my wave, he walked toward us. "I wasn't sure if I had seen one or two of you earlier," he said, "but now I know there were two." "I was blowing my friend," I said, and the man looked very surprised, and then began to smile. "Are you in need of a blowjob, sir?" I asked. "I'd like that, but don't want to do it on the table – let's go behind the outhouse," he replied. We went behind the outhouse and he took out his cock and I dropped to my knees. He moved his cock to my lips and I kissed the head and then parted my lips to admit him. His cock grew as I sucked and he began breathing hard. Scott was enjoying the show, as the man began pumping his hips as I sucked. Finally his load exploded into my mouth as he let out an audible sigh. As I swallowed his load he said, "You are a very good cocksucker!" "Thank you for giving me your load," I replied, "I would be glad to blow you again if you like." "Yes, I would like that," he said, "My name is Mr. Marshall, and I will give you my phone number and you can call me and we can make arrangements." Mr. Marshall handed me a slip of paper with his name and phone number, which I put in my pocket. Scott and I walked back to his house. He said, "You have become quite a cocksucker – how many blowjobs have you done?" I didn't want to tell him about all the others, so I lied, "under 30, including at Jeff's Glory Hole, with many more to come tonight" "Tonight you will blow an entire football team – maybe from our own school," Scott said, "how do you think you would like to suck our own team?" "I will be glad to suck both teams, if I could, but I'm glad the Glory Hole will keep it anonymous," I responded. "That's a lot of cum to swallow," Scott continued, "Do you think you can handle so much?" "I don't see why not – I swallowed all the guys at Jeff's Glory Hole with no problem," I responded. "I suppose," said Scott, but you only swallowed seven or eight at a time. Tonight you might get 20 or more, one right after the other." "I guess we will find out," I replied, as we arrived at Scott's house. I departed and walked to Ed's house, hoping to catch him there. I was glad to see that Ed was there and he welcomed me in. He offered me a coke and I accepted, after which we sat on a couch. "I want to thank you for your kindness last night, and for sucking me off – that was quite unexpected," I said. Ed blushed and said, "My father turned me into a faggot when I was ten. I was sucking off his friends and was tied to the fuck bench every week for four years." "He forced you – it wasn't something you wanted?" I asked. "Not at first, but in time I grew to enjoy sucking, but never did like getting raped every week," he responded. "I thought you might like it, but I see that it was not quite what you expected," Ed continued. "Hell no!" I said, "My ass is still sore" "It will get better in a few days," Ed explained, "but you don't have to continue as I do." "You still have to get tied to the fuck bench?" I asked. "No. The fuck bench is for young boys. I'm not as arousing to them since I'm not as young any more. My father made me become a girl," Ed explained. "A girl?" I asked, "How can that be?" "He makes me dress up as a girl and wear makeup. His friends like me that way a lot," he continued. "But you like to suck cock?" I asked. "Yes," Ed answered, "but like you, I cannot let that become publicly known. Doug has no idea of my secret, but I feel safe in telling you. Do you know what 69 is?" "I think it is when a man and a woman go down on each other at the same time," I responded. "Yes, that's one way," said Ed, "but two guys can do it as well, let's give it a try!" Ed took my hand and led me to the bedroom and we both undressed. He told me to lie on the bed, which I did, and Ed got on top of me, positioning his cock over my mouth while he took my cock into my mouth. It was very arousing, with his balls resting on my nose, and his ass very close while I sucked his cock. Being sucked at the same time took me to new heights of arousal. I could endure no more and came in Ed's mouth as he continued to pump his cock into my mouth. After a few minutes Ed came also and we both just lay there, enjoying the bliss we had given each other. After a few minutes we got up and I thanked Ed for the wonderful time. We went back to the couch and finished our cokes. I told Ed that I couldn't get his being a girl out of my mind. "Do you like being a girl?" I asked. "I didn't at first, but over time I grew to like it," he said, "I love the way men respond to me, and really enjoy being feminine." "I think I would like to see you as a girl," I said. "When can you come back?" Ed asked. It was Friday and I was going to blow the football team tonight at Jeff's Glory Hole, so it would have to be tomorrow. "How about tomorrow?" I asked. "That is Saturday, and my father will be off, but he will be gone until late-afternoon. Can you be here at 10am?" she answered. "I'm going on a campout tonight, and will be back tomorrow morning, but I might not be able to get here until 11 – would that work?" I asked. "Yes, that should work – Eydie will be ready for you then," Ed responded. "Eydie?" I asked. "Yes, Eydie is my girl name – I hope you like her," he replied. I was pretty sure I would and smiled as I departed. 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)