Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 17:22:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Scott Part 23

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 23

I awoke and got ready for school as usual.  I met Scott behind his garage
for his morning blowjob.

"How did you like my gift yesterday?" Scott asked, referring to the used
condom, "Did you swallow every drop?"

"Yes, I didn't miss a single drop," I said, "Thank you, but where did you
get it?"

"I'll tell you in a while," he continued, "I want you to be thinking about
who it could be for awhile.  When I bring you another, I want to watch you
suck it out."

I agreed – after all, he was providing me an extra load of cum in a very
kinky manner.  I dropped to my knees and sucked Scott off.  I wondered
where else I could blow him – he was a quick cummer, so I could blow him
anywhere we had only a few minutes of privacy.  As I swallowed Scott's
offering I counted this as number 21 for Scott.  He had turned me into
quite a busy cocksucker – well, in truth I suppose I was always a
cocksucker – Scott just provided my first cock, but it was one I had
grown to appreciate.

As we walked to the bus with Scott's cum in my mouth, I thought about all
the men I had blown, and how every one of them was tracable to Scott.  I
kept a journal of all of my encounters, and made a "Blowjob Map", charting
how one blowjob led to another, all traceable to Scott.  In many respects,
I would not be the cocksucker I am today if not for Scott.

[readers, email me if you would like a copy of Scott's Journal and the
Blowjob Map]

As the day wore on, I found myself wishing I had a used condom in my pocket
as I had yesterday.  I was looking forward to swallowing another load and
wasn't sure where it would come from.

I resolved to accept Coach Staffords offer, so maybe I'll be sucking him
later today.

I saw Scott between classes and he asked me to meet him at the drama club
room at lunch time.  Not certain of what Scott had in mind, I looked
forward to something tasty at lunch time.

I met Scott in the drama club room at lunch.  Scott was in the drama club
and discovered several private rooms that had no windows and could be
locked.  He took be inside and took out his cock.  Of course I was eager to
suck him, but said, "What if someone comes along?"

"The door is locked," Scott replied, "so they won't know what we are doing
– we'll just tell them that you were helping me with my lines.  I
brought along a script just in case."

I sucked Scott off and received my creamy reward.

"You like anonymous blowjobs," he said, "and I have an idea to line some up
for you."

"You mean a Glory Hole?" I asked, "Here in school?"

"No," replied Scott, "but something that will be just as anonymous for you.
Trust me, you'll like it!"

We left the room and went to lunch.

The rest of the day went well – I was daydreaming about how Scott was
going to arrange anonymous blowjobs at school, and looking forward to
seeing Coach Stafford at the end of the day.

Finally the last bell rang and I left class.  As I walked to the coach's
office I found my heart beating faster – I was getting very nervous.  I
really wanted to accept his offer, but if I agreed to it I would be
exposing myself as a cocksucker to over 20 guys, trusting that they would
all be discrete.  Still, the prospect of sucking those guys so often was
compelling.  The fact is, I was scared to death.  I knew I wanted to, but
was so afraid of the consequences.

When I arrived at Coach Stafford's office he was alone.  He smiled and
waved me in.  He asked if I had made my decision.

"Sort of," I said.

"Sort of," the coach replied, "that doesn't sound like a decision."

"I really want to – badly," I continued, "but I'm scared about it
getting out.  Trusting that over twenty guys will keep my secret seems to
be quite a stretch."

"I see what you mean," said the coach "but we have had a team cocksucker
for the last ten years – they all know that it goes with the job of
equipment manager.  Have you ever heard anything get out about it?"

"No, I didn't – still it seems very risky," I said, "What happened to
the last one?"

"It is a little risky," he continued, "But I think you will find that it's
worth the risk.  Our last equipment manager graduated and we have not been
able to find another until now.  That is why the team was so eager to go to
Jeff's Glory Hole."

"I'll tell you what," he offered, "do you mind if I call the team's bus
driver in?  You can blow him in the back and give me your answer afterward,
Okay?"

I agreed, and soon Joe, the team bus driver walked into the coaches office.
After a brief introduction Joe told me he really liked my work and hoped
that I would end up joining them.  He said the last team cocksucker would
blow him on the bus during the games.

I went to the equipment room and Joe offered me his cock.  I took it in my
mouth and found that I recognized his cock from the Glory Hole.  Joe told
me I was a really good cocksucker and he liked watching me suck even more
than the Glory Hole.  I looked up and made eye contact.

"Yes," Joe said, "You are a natural cocksucker; I love your looking up at
me with my cock in your mouth. You really like being my cocksucker!"

Joe took my head in his hands and started thrusting, soon exploding into my
mouth.

I thanked Joe and he thanked me, saying that he really hoped I would join
them.

I entered Coach Stafford's office with Joe's taste still in my mouth and
said, "I'll do it!"

"That's great!", he replied, "We have a practice tonight – can you stay
over for it?"

"I'll have to call home first," I replied, "But think I can"

"Good," he continued, "I'll introduce you to the team and you can get
started sucking.  We'll get you started with your equipment duties later in
the week."

I went out to the practice with Coach Stafford.  He called the team
together and introduced me as the new equipment manager.  One of the guys
asked if I was any good, and Coach Stafford told them that I was the guy
who sucked them all at the Glory Hole.  With that, they all applauded and I
felt nearly a part of the team.

Coach reminded them of the need for discretion and that anyone breathing a
word of my special service will be off the team in disgrace.  He told them
I would be waiting in the showers for them after practice.

The practice went well – I couldn't help but think I would probably be
sucking some really sweaty cocks today.

After awhile Coach Stafford said that practice was nearly over – I
should hit the showers.

I ran back in and undressed.  I went into the showers and turned the water
on.  I stroked myself in anticipation, hardening almost at once.  I heard
the team coming into the locker room, so I got on my knees to be ready for
them.

They were pretty loud – I heard more than one of them brag about how he
was going fill me with cum.

Soon the first few entered the shower and approached me.  I opened my mouth
at took his sweaty cock in.  He hardened immediately and told me he thought
I would work out just fine.  Pumping in and out a few times, he filled my
mouth, and I eagerly swallowed.

After he pulled back the second sweaty cock was in my mouth.  By now the
shower was full of guys, all watching me while they showered and stroked.

After sucking off the second guy, another took his place.  This one was
clean, tasting slightly of soap.  He, like most of the guys had been
stroking as they watched, so he was ready to cum from the start.  A few
sucks and he was spent, and another took his place.

While I was blowing him one of the other guys approached and said, "We
don't have time for you to blow all of us here, but you can do some on the
bus."

I finished sucking and swallowed.  After he left there was only one guy
left in the shower with me.  He had a long but skinny cock and had stoked
himself to full erection.  He told me to stand up, spread my feet apart and
put my hands on the shower wall.  He reached a soapy hand behind me and
slipped two soapy fingers up my ass, wiggling them.  He pulled his fingers
out and slipped his long skinny cock into me.  I loved it and soon he was
pumping my ass enthusiastically.

As he did, he reached around and stroked my cock.  I came, shooting my seed
on the wet shower floor.  As I did, my ass tightened around him, putting
him over the edge, giving one last thrust as he poured himself inside me.

"Nice ass," he said, as he pulled out and cleaned up in the next shower,
"better finish your shower or you'll miss the bus."

I thanked him and finished, quickly drying off and getting dressed.  There
were only a few guys left.  One said, "On the bus those needing blowjobs
will go in order of their stops, so there is time for everybody who wants
to get their turn.  We have a few guys who are either timid or prudish, so
don't feel insulted if you don't suck them all."

As we gathered for the bus, I made a point of seeking out the guy who
fucked me and greeting him. His name was Ben, and I thanked him for taking
good care of me.  He said we should get to know each other better.  He
explained that the coach encouraged the team members to become good friends
with the team cocksucker, so there was more closeness and trust.  I hoped I
would be getting to know Ben very well.

Joe, the bus driver told me to sit in seat number eleven and to sit by the
aisle.  That way I would be near the middle of the bus and people outside
the bus would not be able to see me sucking.  He explained that any guy
wanting a blowjob would stand in the aisle facing me, and I could blow them
from my seat.  Joe explained that my stop would normally be about half way
through the route, but he would pass by that stop to give me time to blow
all who needed it, and would come back to my stop at the end.

I got to seat eleven and found that it was set about a foot lower than the
other seats, which would position me well for sucking.  I learned that the
rest of the guys called it the "cocksucker seat", and I was glad to be
sitting in it.

Once the bus was loaded and we started out, one of the guys approached me
and unzipped.  I took him into my mouth and sucked him.  It was so hot to
be blowing the football team on their bus.  I might regret this later, but
I was sure loving it now!

I sucked off eight guys on the way home.  When there was only Joe and I
left on the bus, he pulled the bus to the side of the road and came back to
me.  It was a country road, so there was no traffic or onlookers to worry
about.

"I'm not ready to cum again, but just want you to suck me some more – I
love your mouth."

I sucked him for a few minutes, and then he pulled out, telling me I was a
really good cocksucker, and resumed driving.  He let me off at my stop and
welcomed me to the team.

I had sucked a dozen guys – less than half the team.  My stomach was
feeling a little queazy, but I thought I could keep all that cum down.  I
hoped that with practice I could swallow an unlimited amount of cum.

I went to my house.  During dinner I told my parents that I was the team's
new equipment manager.  My father thought it curious, and asked if I liked
football, why I didn't go out for the team.  I told him that I wasn't good
enough to qualify, but as the equipment manager I would get "activity
credits" and get to go to all the games for free, which seemed to satisfy
them.  My father said he was glad to see me taking an interest in "manly"
activities.  I secretly thought he would pass out if he knew just how manly
my activities were!

I updated my journal, noting that I had given 101 blowjobs, blowing 43
different guys in less than a month.  By now I had swallowed nearly a pint
of cum, and grateful for every drop.

I went to sleep, happy to have billions and billions of sperm inside me!


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)