Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 10:25:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 3 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 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 3 I awoke with the conviction to act upon my desires and suck Scott's cock, but there had to be a serious understanding between us. I went to Scott's house and as usual, he invited me to jack him off. "No", I said, "we have much to discuss. Let's walk down to McDonalds and get a Coke and talk this over." "Ok", said Scott, "but I don't see what there is to talk over. It's been going pretty good, except for that business of cumming in your mouth. From now on I'll warn you and you can get out point me away from you." "It's more than just that", I continued, "I hope that we can reach an agreement that will work for both of us." We arrived at McDonalds, got our Cokes and sat in a booth as far from others as possible. I sure didn't want anyone to overhear our conversation! "A lot has been happening during the past week – a lot that is new to both of us.", I began, "before this week I have never given a hand job or even touched another guy's cock". "Or had a guy cum in your mouth", added Scott, with a grin, which immediately drew a dirty look from me. "Ok, that too.", I replied. "I'm sure that it would not be good for either one of us if word got out of our activities, but it would be especially bad for me, since I've been the one making you cum." "Yes, of course it would be bad if we were exposed, and I suppose you would be labeled a queer.", Scott agreed. "Exactly", I responded, "and with you pushing me to suck your cock, I'm getting more and more nervous about being exposed." "But you didn't suck my cock", countered Scott, "and besides, I'm not telling, so what's the big deal?" "The big deal is that if you do get me to suck your cock, my risk is even higher if you do talk.", I explained. Scotts eyes brightened at this, and he asked, "So you WILL suck my cock?" "Let's just put it this way", I responded, "You like me to make you cum, and I am willing to continue, and go further, on the condition that you NEVER tell ANYONE about it – if you do, that's the end" "That sounds fair, but I have some conditions too, Scott added. "I want to cum regularly, and I don't want any more 'I'm not in the mood' shit, ok?" "Sure", I said, "that's fine with me, but how often did you have in mind? daily? what about when we can't get together – sometimes I have to be at home on Sundays" "Ok," said Scott, "let's get down to the main part of all this – I agree to keep quiet about this and you agree to still make me cum. Now I really want to know – you do enjoy my cock, don't you? Be honest now – you sure looked like you were really getting into it." "Yes", I admitted, "I do like working your cock, and would like to do more, but only as long as you keep the secret. Now that its all out in the open, I'm willing to suck your cock as well." "Sounds like a deal!", Scott responded, "but tell me honestly – you really do WANT to suck my cock, don't you?" "Well, I've thought about it," I admitted, "but I'm not sure I really want it. I don't really know what to do – not sure about you cumming in my mouth – not sure if I could make you cum that way." "So you are not sure if you know how to do a good job?," asked Scott. "Yes, I suppose that's true," I replied "But you really want to try do it, don't you?," Scott continued. "I suppose so, but ONLY if there is no chance of word getting around!," I responded. "Exactly", responded Scott "I think we are both getting what we really want – I want to be sucked off and you want to blow me. Are you getting aroused by all this talk?" "A little", I admitted. I felt a little ashamed to admit it, but by now I had already agreed to be Scotts cocksucker. "So are you ready to begin?" "Sure", said Scott, "Let's get out of here and go back to the woods." "No", I stopped Scott, "Let's do it here" "Here?", asked Scott, with a puzzled look on his face. "Let's go to the men's room and look see what we can work out", I responded. "If there isn't a safe place we can go to the woods, or I can blow you here and in the woods" Scott got a big grin on his face as we left our drinks behind to hold our table and walked to the men's room. "Got an idea", he said, "don't swallow when I cum – just hold it in your mouth until we get back to the table". I agreed and we entered the men's room. It was a pretty open area, but did have a large stall which we agreed should work. I entered the stall first, and Scott followed and closed the door. He unzipped and took his cock out, already hard. I got down and took hold of it, squeezing it to pump it up. My heart was racing as I anticipated the moment to come. I looked at Scotts cock carefully as my mouth approached it, then parting my lips to take him in. I was now a cocksucker! It was wonderful how his cock fit in my mouth – almost as if they were made for each other! It really felt like I was doing what I was destined to do. I took more of it in and felt the head touch the back of my mouth, making me gag a bit. I really wanted to do this well, so I tried to suppress gagging as I took more and more in. I pressed my nose to Scott's pubic hair, which signified that his cock was all the way in, but I couldn't hold it there for long. No matter – I had taken him in all the way and would work on increasing the time I could hold it in. Now the main focus was on bringing Scott to climax. As I started to move my head to take him in and out, Scott began to pump with his hips. "Geeze!!" Scott exclaimed as he began to shoot. I remained still, enjoying the feeling of his cock pumping his entire load into my mouth. The squirting of his cock was wonderful, and the taste was great too. I guess the taste of cum is indeed an acquired taste, and I had definitely acquired it! Suddenly the men's room door opened and we both froze. I found myself shaking as I thoughts of getting busted ran through my head. I liked sucking Scott, but sure didn't want to get caught with his cock in my mouth. We both remained still, listening to the other guy take a piss and wash his hands. After we heard the door close again Scott pulled out and he cautioned, "don't swallow yet – save it for later". We left the stall, washed our hands and proceeded back to our table, my mouth full of Scott's cum. After sitting down I found myself unable to talk while holding Scott's cum. "Like the mouthful I gave you?", Scott asked, to which I nodded. "Show me the cum", he continued, and I carefully opened my mouth, careful not to spill a precious drop. "That is so neat!", Scott exclaimed, proud to have me continue to hold his donation. "Now go ahead and swallow.", to which I gladly complied. We sat there for a moment, just taking in the experience we had just shared. "How to you feel", I asked Scott, to which he replied, "Fantastic!! That was the best cumming I've ever had. You do really nice work. How about you?" "I feel great to", I replied. "This is something I've wanted for most of my life, and now I've done it. I know that I am now a cocksucker, and I really like that, though I obviously have to keep it a secret". "You came very quickly – was only a few strokes, and probably less than a minute", I said. Scott added, "Yes, because your mouth was so hot!" "Maybe it's just the thrill of the first time", I noted, "but if you continue to cum quickly that opens up a lot of opportunity for the future. I could blow you nearly anywhere if we had only a few minutes of privacy." "Yes", agreed Scott, "I'll have to watch for good blowjob places". I wondered just how often I would be blowing Scott – but time will tell. "How did you feel when the guy came in to piss?", I asked. "Scared as hell at first", replied Scott, "but then it seemed ok". I added, "after the initial scare, I kind of liked it – not sure why, but I did." We finished our Cokes and got up to leave. As we walked back home Scott asked if I was ready to do another, to which I eagerly agreed. We walked back into the woods and Scott dropped his pants as I dropped to my knees. I took his cock into my mouth and looked up, making eye contact with him. He smiled and told me I was a good cocksucker, and that he looked forward to feeding me a great many loads of cum. I began to bob my head up and down his fully hard cock, occasionally pressing my nose to his pubes as I felt his cock head press to the back of my mouth. Each time I felt the urge to gag, and pulled back before I did. I found that the more I did it the more I could take. Scott started thrusting his hips and began to set a rhythm, as if fucking my mouth. I suppose that it must be a natural reaction, since Scott certainly has never fucked before. In his thrusting he would reach the back of my mouth, but only stay there for a moment, causing me no difficulty. I reached up and massaged Scott's balls as I had yesterday, and that seemed to arouse him more. Now he put his hands on my head and held me as he thrusted. While he seemed to be forcing me, I kind of liked it, and began to welcome it. I places my hands on Scott's ass cheeks, as if to complete our coupling. Scott began to moan as I noticed his cock seem to swell. He thrusted faster and suddenly yelled "aaaahhhhh" as he shot his cum into my eager mouth. There wasn't as much this time, but it tasted wonderful to me. I looked up and made eye contact as I held his cock in my mouth. Finally he pulled out and said "Don't swallow yet, just enjoy the flavor", to which I complied. We sat on a couple of logs, Scott catching his breath and me sloshing the cum around in my mouth to get the most out of the taste. After a few minutes Scott told me to swallow, which I did. "You took a little longer to cum that time, did I suck ok?", I asked. "You sucked wonderfully – remember I came less than an hour ago, so it takes a little longer. I'd have to wait a few hours before trying again. How about you – did you want to jack off?" Without saying a word I dropped my pants and started jacking. Scotts pants were still down and I found myself looking longingly at his cock. After a time I got the nerve to ask, "Could I suck your cock while I jack?" Scott smiled and moved closer, holding his cock head to my lips, and I kissed the head and then parted my lips to take him into my mouth. This really excited me, and I found myself sucking him strongly as I stroked myself to orgasm. I shot my load into my hand, and just remained there, keeping his cock in my mouth. The guilt over came me, and I pulled off him and cast my eyes down. "What's wrong?", he asked, sensing the change in me. "It's this feeling I get after I cum – it changes things for me", I replied. "In what way?" he asked. "Well", I responded, "I feel aroused until I cum, and once I do I seem to lose interest and feel some guilt." "Guilt?", Scott inquired, "You mean you like being a cocksucker until you cum, then feel ashamed afterward?" That seemed like a nasty way to put it, but I finally agreed, "Well yes, kind of" "You really seemed to enjoy my cock while you were stroking – did that help you cum?", Scott asked. "Yes, it really turned me on", I replied. "Good", continued Scott, "then we are both helping each other to cum – a pretty good deal overall. I think I can help you with your guilt, but you will have to wait and see about that. Just trust me and do what I say." "Ok, I replied", not sure what he had in mind for me. With that, we pulled up our pants, left the woods, and I returned home. What a day – I was finally a cocksucker!! I really liked that, but had to be careful about discovery. I was willing to suck Scott whenever and wherever needed, but had to be careful about getting caught. Reflecting upon the two blowjobs I gave today, I wondered if I really did suck well, or if it was simply Scott's arousal. I decided that if I was going to be a cocksucker, I wanted to be the very best cocksucker I could be – perhaps a "master cocksucker", if there was such a thing! But how to get better? There were no instruction manuals – maybe I could find someone to teach 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)