Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 23:29:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 4 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 4 The next day I awoke, glad that after all these years of wanting it, I was finally a cocksucker. I really liked sucking Scott, and he certainly liked it. I was very new at it, and probably not very good at it. I would need a lot more practice, and wondered if I should be sucking other guys as well. The idea of sucking other guys was exciting, but scary as well. Everyone I suck could potentially expose me, so I would have to be very careful about whom I trusted. I should put it out of my mind now and just focus and sucking Scott and getting lots of practice. I went to see Scott, who smiled and said he was looking forward to my attentions. He took me into his open garage and whipped his cock out. "Not here!" I said, "If someone is was out by the street they would see" "But there is nobody there," Scott countered "and if you are quick you will be done before anyone is there" His cock looked so good to me that I dropped to my knees and started sucking him. He hardened immediately and began thrusting in and out of my mouth. Scott held my head with both hands, and I had my hands on his ass cheeks. Within a few minutes Scott was shooting his hot seed into my mouth. As Scott pulled out of my mouth I heard a noise from the street and looked to see the mailman driving away. Did he see? My heart sank. "The mailman could have seen us!" I complained. "Easy," said Scott, "he didn't see anything – you need to get used to sucking me in lots of different places – you were the one who blew me in McDonalds the first time" Scott was right – even if the mailman had been looking right at us, there wasn't enough light in the garage for him to see me blowing Scott. I found it exciting to blow Scott in a slightly risky situation. I told Scott that I was ok with a little risk, but sure didn't want to be caught with a cock in my mouth. Scott and I agreed that we would agree on a series of places where I would blow him when we had the opportunity. We went inside, to Scott's room, where he took out a paper and we started to brainstorm blowjob locations. In short order there were over twenty different locations identified. I got excited thinking about giving so many blowjobs! "I really need to cum," I told Scott. "Here?" asked Scott. "No, I'm not comfortable dropping my pants here, with your mother in the house," I replied. "Let me see where she is," said Scott. He left his room, returning in a few minutes. "She is out in the front yard, working in her flower garden. If we hurry, you can jack off while I watch to make sure she isn't coming back." We went to another room where Scott could watch his mother from a window. He unzipped and took out his cock for me to suck while I stroked myself. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked while I stroked myself. In only a few minutes I was shooting in hand, enjoying the flush of pleasure that swept over me. Suddenly the guilt took over and I quickly pulled off Scott's cock and went into the bathroom, washing my cum off my hand. We returned to Scott's room and he said, "We'll have to work on your guilt problem – I have some ideas we can try" "Like what?" I asked. "The next time you blow me, you can jack off while holding my cock in your mouth, but when you cum, I can force you to finish the job," he responded. "How will you force me?" I asked. "When you jacked off now while sucking me, I was not ready to cum again, but if I was it would be quite different. You PROMISED to suck me off whenever I needed it, whether or not you are in the mood. I'll hold your head and not let you pull away until I've cum." "I'm not sure that will work," I responded, "but we can try" We went back to brainstorming blowjob locations and ended up both agreeing to try to do all of them that we could, and began planning to go to those locations. My head was spinning with all that had happened, and was about to happen. By the time we get to the end of the list I will be a very experience cocksucker indeed, and swallowed a lot of Scott's cum! Scott suggested that we check off one of the blowjob locations this afternoon: a bridge over nearby river. We agreed to have lunch and then set out. We reached the bridge and went beneath it. There were shrubs under the bridge that provided some cover. Both of us were feeling pretty bold, and soon I was kneeling and sucking Scott's cock. It was exciting to be blowing Scott while traffic was going over the bridge over us. It didn't take long for Scott to cum, pushing his cock to the back of my mouth, causing me to gag a bit as his load pumped into my mouth. I felt like I was in heaven, swallowing Scott's cum as his cock softened in my mouth, when suddenly I heard Scott say, "Oh shit – we're busted." I pulled off Scott's cock and stood up, turning around, seeing a fisherman who saw the entire blowjob. What do you say in such a situation? I was speechless and scared to death. The fisherman finally spoke, "You really liked sucking that cock, didn't you?" I nodded and he continued, "I'm sure you don't want anyone else to know, and if you do as I say, your secret is safe with me – do you understand?" I nodded, shaking with fear. "Now take off all of your clothes, " he continued. I didn't want to but really was stuck so I undressed. I stood there naked in public, under the bridge, deathly afraid that someone else might come by. The fisherman approached and ran his hands over my body, fondling my cock, balls and ass cheeks. He pressed a finger to my mouth and my lips parted. His finger entered and I sucked on his finger, as I thought he wanted. He pulled his finger out and plunged his wet finger up my ass. I yelped and he he wiggled his finger in my ass. This was something new to me and I was afraid of what was happening. "Ok, now on our knees, cocksucker," he said, and I dropped to my knees. The fisherman unzipped and took his cock out, bringing it inches from my mouth. "Now blow me like you did your friend," he commanded, and I took his cock into my mouth. It was much bigger than Scott's and before long it grew to fill my entire mouth. I sucked as well as I could, but it was too big to suck easily. He took hold of my head and began to face-fuck me. His stroking became so vigorous that I he was gagging me with every thrust. I was glad he pulled back right away because I could not have taken it in for long. Finally he came, and flooding my mouth with more cum than I had ever taken. I tried to swallow it all, but some dripped out of my mouth. It was a difficult blowjob and there were tears streaming down my face when he pulled out. "That was good blowjob, you sissy cocksucker!" he said, "Your secret is safe with me as long as you take care of me when needed." He wrote his address on a slip of paper and gave it to me, telling me to come to his home later that week. He said his name was Mr. Robbins, but I should call him Sir. "Yes Sir!" I said "I will come to you later this week" "See that you do, or everyone will know you are a cocksucking queer," he said. He tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped up and walked away. I got dressed and saw that Scott was nowhere to be found. The coward probably bolted while I was blowing Mr. Robbins. I returned to Scott's house and he met me at, asking, "Are you ok?" "Yes, but that was a close one – we need to be more careful from now on!" I said. Scott agreed and I told him I was done for the day and needed to go home. When I got home I pulled out the slip of paper Mr. Robbins had given me. He lived on the next street over, so it would be easy to reach. I decided not to tell Scott about having to continue to service Mr. Robbins. By now the fear had left me and was being replaced by excitement. I just blew an adult man and was probably blow him regularly. I wondered what else I would be doing. It seemed strange that he stuck his finger up my ass – what was that all about? Well, I suppose I would find out sooner or later. When I went to bed that night I jacked off into my hand and ate my cum. The guilt still hit me, but it seemed like it has less impact on me. I suppose I was starting to mature as a cocksucker. I drifted off to sleep, wondering what adventures laid in store for 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)