Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 10:58:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 30 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 30 I got up and ready for school. I met Scott behind his garage. He said, "I don't know what's with Rudy, but when he left yesterday he thanked me and said he would go direct from now on." "He knows who I am – he peeked under the blindfold when I sucked him," I said, "no more blindfold blowjobs!" "Okay," said Scott, "I hope he keeps his mouth shut." "I think he will for now," I said, "as long as I keep blowing him." I sucked Scott off and we went to the bus stop. When we arrived at school, Rudy was waiting for me. He told me he wanted a blowjob at lunch time – same place. I agreed and went to class. I thought about blowing Rudy and wondered how it was going to work out. I tried to think more about the blowjob than the consequences – it made me feel much better. At lunch time I went to the Drama Club room and directly to the private room, where I found Rudy waiting. I entered and locked the door while Rudy took his cock out. While I sucked him he said, "I like it better without the blindfold – like to see my sucker in action." I just continued to suck and soon he was cumming. As I get up, Rudy said, "Lets plan on this every day for now." Having no choice, I of course agreed. I left and went to lunch. Today I was surprised by Mark at lunch. "You did a great job yesterday," he said, "my girlfriend never did that throat thing that you did." "Your lucky to get a blowjob at all from a girl," I said, "but the best ones come from guys." "You made a believer out of me," Mark continued, "Any chance I can get one now?" "Do you know a safe place?" I asked. "No," he said, "but I thought an experienced guy like you would." There were only a few minutes left before class, so we would have to hurry, so I took him back to the Drama Club room. We entered one of the private rooms and I locked the door. Mark took out his cock and I dropped to my knees, sucking him. He stopped me and pulled his pants down. I resumed sucking him. Now that he had a bit more length, he was pressing firmly against the back of my throat, and I had to resist gagging. I worked my throat in swallowing motions and it sent him over the edge, flooding my tonsils with his load. "You are one really good cocksucker," Mark said. "Glad you like my work," I replied, and we left the room. Returning to class, my mind was now on Eydie. I wasn't sure why, but the thought of seeing Eydie excited me more than cocksucking. Finally school was over and I got on the bus. The bus went right by where Eydie was living, so I got off at one of the nearby stops. I arrived at the door and rang the bell. An older woman answered and I introduced myself. She invited me in and offered me a coke, which I accepted. "I'm Mrs. Fletcher," she said, "Eydie is getting ready – you know how fussy a girl can be, wanting to be just right for her guy." "That is one of the many things I like about Eydie," I said, "I'm thankful that you are so good to her." "Mr. Fletcher and I have some experience with girls like her," she said, "and we understand them better than most." "Eydie seems to be doing well in her new school," she said. Soon Eydie entered the room, as lovely as ever. I rose and went to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her. "Now don't get too mushy while I'm watching!" said Mrs. Fletcher, "save that for when you are alone." She told us to go into the living room, where we could talk more privately. "So what's going on here?" I asked, "I thought Eydie would never come back." "The Fletchers are wonderulf," said Eydie, "they caught me wearing panties and we had a long talk. It turns out that their son was like me and they knew what a tough time he had, so they wanted to make it better for me. They even registered me as a girl at school, so I'm Eydie almost full time. "Almost?" I asked. "When the social workers come over to check on me I have to change back to Ed," she explained, "but that's not very often, and they tell us in advance, to be sure I'll be home. I'm letting my hair grow, so soon I won't need to wear a wig." "Won't the long hair give you away to the social workers?" I asked, "Mrs. Fletcher doesn't think so – I'll just wear it pulled back like a lot of guys do now." "It sure is great to see you Eydie, "and I like the way you are smiling more now. It's so nice you can be Eydie and not be abused the way you were." "Bill, I have something to ask you," Eydie said, "Do you still want to be with me?" I pulled closer to Eydie and put my arms around her, kissing her. She returned the kiss and parted my lips with her tongue. "Eydie darling," I said, "I still want you to be my girlfriend" Mrs. Fletcher looked in on us and asked, "Are you kids doing ok in here?" Eydie asked, "Would it be alright if I took Bill up to my room – maybe just for a little while?" Mrs. Fletcher smiled and said, "I suppose you kids would like to do some serious catching up." "Yes," Eydie replied, "if it's ok with you." "How would it be if I just closed the doors to give you some privacy?" Mrs. Fletcher asked. "That would be perfect!" said Eydie, "thank you so much for understanding." "I might just understand more than you might think," she replied, "I'll bring in something that you might be able to use." She left and returned with a small dish of butter, saying, "its room temperature, so it won't be cold." Eydie and I looked at each other with big smiles. "Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher," I said. Mrs. Fletcher closed the door and said we would have about an hour before Mr. Fletcher was home. Eydie knelt on the couch and pulled her skirt up over her pretty buns. She wasn't wearing panties! I was glad she planned ahead. I got on my knees and kissed Eydie's soft buns, and licked her crack. She moaned and spread her legs apart, spreading her cheeks just a bit. I put my hands on her cheeks and spread them, kissing her deeply. I kissed her for a few minutes and started to reach for Eydie's clitty, but she put her hand on mine, stopping me. "I know you want to take good care of me," she said, "but I want you to fuck me, I want you to be the first." "The first?" I asked, "but I thought ..." "Yes," Eydie interrupted, "I know I've been fucked by dozens of men, but you will be the first who I wanted to – please take me, Bill." "I shall be honored to be your first," I said. I got up and brought the butter over, there was a butter knife with it, so I cut a thick slice and put it in my hand. I rubbed a generous amount of butter on Eydie's rosebud, worked a couple of fingers in and opened her up. I put the rest of the butter on the end of my cock and pressed it to her rosebud. I pushed into her gently, and when I had just slipped into her opening she pushed back, taking me in all the way. I was relieved, because I didn't want to hurt her by going too fast. I stroked in and out slowly, wanting to give Eydie as much pleasure as I could. As much as I loved the sight of Eydie's buns, I really wanted to face her while we were making love, so I pulled out, repositioned her on her back, put her legs on my shoulders and slipped into her tightness again. I resumed stroking slowly, encouraged by Eydie's beautiful smile. After a time I took her clitty in my hand, rubbed the remaining butter on it and stroked it as I stoked in and out of her. I was determined to make sure she climaxed first. I knew she was getting close, so I redoubled my efforts stroking her clitty. Finally she climaxed. I held her legs close to me, feet over my shoulders while I enjoyed her warmth. Soon I was reached the apex of pleasure and felt myself filling her. I pulled out and looked around for something for clean up. I saw that Mrs. Fletcher had placed some towels on a table near the doors. I walked over and found a warm wet washcloth on a saucer. I took it and a hand towel. I cleaned up Eydie, front and back, then I cleaned up myself. I took Eydie in my arms and held her closely, saying, "Thank you sharing something so special with me." "Thank you for doing it in such as caring, special way," she replied. We snuggled for a time, and then decided to get dressed before Mr. Fletcher got home. Eydie took the washcloth and said she would rinse it out, and directed me to the bathroom to clean up. Afterward I brought the butter back to Mrs. Fletcher and thanked her for being so wonderful – so open minded and considerate. She smiled and said I must have done well with Eydie, because she was smiling so broadly. I thanked her again for making this opportunity available to us. "Most of all, Mrs. Fletcher," I said, "thank you for making such a difference in Eydie's life." She blushed and said they were both very glad to help, wanting to do better than for her son." When she said that, she seemed to sadden. "You see," she said, "My son said he was really a girl – we took him to lots of specialists to try to 'fix' him, until we lost him to suicide." My jaw dropped and I said, "I'm so very sorry, Mrs. Fletcher – that must have been terrible." "It was," she said, "but since then we learned a lot about transgender issues, and wanted to give Eydie room to bloom." I smiled and said that Eydie was definitely blooming under their care. As Eydie entered the room, Mrs. Fletcher said, "It looks to me like you make her bloom tonight." Eydie blushed and I hugged her. She said, "Can Bill stay to meet Mr. Fletcher?" Mrs. Fletcher agreed, and gave us both a couple of cokes. We sat down and talked for a while, until Mr. Fletcher arrived. I was a little nervous, like I was meeting my girlfriends father – actually, in a way, I was! I greeted Mr. Fletcher, who said he was glad to meet me, since Eydie talked so highly of me. He leaned close to me and said, "You've got a pretty special girl there – I hope you will treat her well," "Yes sir!" I replied, "I plan to keep a smile on her face." He looked at Eydie, still smiling from our time together and said, "Looks like you've made a good start!" 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)