Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 01:30:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 41 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 41 Throughout the rest of the week I blew Scott every day at lunch and Jack every afternoon on the bus home. After dinner I blew Scott's dad – a really nice way to finish the day. It was now Friday afternoon and I was looking forward to the kinky evening in Jeff's basement. I changed my clothes and had dinner, and then set out with Scott to the roadside table, where Jeff would pick us up. Jeff arrived and told me to get in the front seat, with Scott in the back. He had me lean over and suck him as he drove, but didn't cum, since he was saving that for me later. We arrived at Jeff's house and he took me into the basement. Most of the guys there were ones I had blown before, but there were some new ones, a couple who were from my school. Jeff introduced me as the cocksucker for the night, which I found embarrassing, especially in front of my classmates. I blushed beet red, while some of the guys were taking their cocks out and waving them at me. Now everyone knew I was a cocksucker, so I decided to make the most of it. Jeff took me to a bedroom where I undressed and put on the blindfold. He took me back into the other room and told me to kneel. As soon as I felt a cock at my mouth I opened, and I really loved the feeling of blowing blindfolded and naked. It was kind of the opposite of a glory hole – everyone could see me sucking but I couldn't see them. They could also see that I was fully aroused as I sucked, so they knew I was a real faggot. I really loved all that was happening. I lost count of how many men I had blown, but it had to be over 20. Finally a large cock entered my mouth – probably an adult, because it was clearly bigger than any of the others. Perhaps it was Jeff's father, whom I had blown several times. He was large, but soft and as I sucked him into my mouth I felt him harden. I sucked him eagerly and soon he was cumming. Jeff told me to hold the cock in my mouth. I felt him untie the blindfold, and then he removed it. To my shock I realized that I was sucking my own father! "You fucking homo!" he yelled, slapping me across the face, "get up and get dressed." I did so, realizing that Jeff had exacted his revenge upon me, even though I had not done anything to hurt him. I was pissed and really scared, not sure what my father would do. On the way home my father yelled at me almost continuously. I had no idea there were so many words for cocksucker, but he must have called me every one of them! He asked who in the neighborhood knew I was a cocksucker. I told him just Scott and his father. He breathed a sigh of relief and said thank God not everybody knows – we might not have to move out of town. I begged him not to tell my mother, and he finally agreed but said things were not going to be easy for me, that we would talk tomorrow. For now I was to go to bed. As I lay in bed I thought about the events of the evening. Even though I got caught, the entire situation seemed really hot, and the thought of sucking my own father really got me aroused. I jacked off thinking about his big cock in my mouth, and drifted off to sleep. The next day Scott asked me what had happened and I told him that I was grounded and wouldn't be able to blow his father any more. Scott said he would tell him, but he wouldn't like it. I blew Scott and Rudy at lunch, and Jack on the way home. My life might never be the same, but I still had some guys I could count on. I got home and had dinner, and my father said let's go outside. We sat on the patio, out of hearing distance of the rest of the family, and discussed my cocksucking. This was not the sort of conversation any guy wanted to have with his father! "So how long have you liked boys?" my father asked. "I don't really like boys," I replied, "I like girls best." "Then why were you sucking their cocks," he demanded. "I don't know," I said, "it's just something I like doing." "This is fucking crazy," said my father, "a cocksucker who likes girls!" He was silent for a time, probably thinking it all over and trying to make sense of it all. "I suppose if you like girls, then you really aren't a homo," he began, "but you still like to suck cocks." "Yes," I agreed, "I really don't understand, but there it is." "I think you should try to spend more time with girls," he said, "and do less cocksucking. You don't have to give it up, if you really like it, but be sure you are discrete about it – we can't have the world knowing." I agreed and he said that I would not be grounded if I was going to see girls, and he was surprised to find that I had been seeing two girls, Becky and Eydie. Of course he didn't know that Eydie was not like other girls, but I saw no reason to complicate things. "You really are a very good cocksucker," he said, "and I want you to suck me." "Dad, I'll be glad to suck you any time you need it," I said. "Ok," he replied, "but it will be our secret. We walked into the garage as it was beginning to get dark. He unzipped and I dropped to my knees and sucked him. This was truly wonderful – my father wanting me to suck him. I sucked for a few minutes and soon he rewarded my efforts and I swallowed. "Thanks, Dad," I said, "I really like sucking you." "You might just be doing it for a really long time," was his reply. I went in and went to bed. I jacked off once again recalling sucking my dad, and this time I was completely at peace with it. 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)