Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2015 22:22:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 43 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 43 The next day on the way to school Scott told me that his father was really disappointed that I wouldn't be sucking him. He was really sorry that my father had busted me, and that he would never have exposed me. Scott said that if there were any way possible, he would appreciate it if I could still suck him. I told Scott to tell him that I had come to really like sucking him and I would find a way to continue. I told Scott he should ask his father for permission to continue to get sucked by me as well. It didn't really matter much, because I was still sucking Scott nearly every day – it would just be more convenient if I could suck him at his home. We arrived at school and Rudy stopped me to confirm his lunchtime blowjob. I agreed – he had been getting blown by me nearly every day, just as Jack had. At lunch time I blew Rudy, and then Scott. I set the trap for Scott's cousin Jeff. I said to Scott, "I really want to blow Jeff again – he is so manly I just can't resist." "After what he did to you?" Scott asked. "As it turned out, it wasn't all that bad," I replied, "and I just really need to suck him again. Please tell him." "That's one hell of a surprise," said Scott, "but I'll tell him." On the way home I blew Jack in the back of the school bus. I walked home, slowly swallowing his cum. When I arrived home, my father drove me to Becky's house to pick her up. On the way back we rode in the back seat and we kissed the whole time. My father was watching in the rear view mirror, hopefully deciding that I was straight after all. When we arrived home we went inside and I introduced Becky to the rest of my family. They exchanged small talk for a while and then had a nice dinner. My family now had the impression that she was a very nice girl, quite suitable for their son. Little did they know how well matched we were – but certainly not in a "nice" way! Becky excused herself to use the bathroom. On her way she whispered to me she would meet me in my room afterward. I waited for Becky in my room and when she arrived she pressed her panties into my hand. I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply, then put them in my pants pocket. Becky knelt on the edge of my bed and pulled her skirt up over her large ass. I rimmed her and fingered her clitty – a very nice desert indeed. My parents would freak out if they knew how unconventional our relationship had become. My father drove me back to Becky's and encouraged me to stay when Becky asked me to. I went in with her as my father left. Becky called Ben, who appeared shortly. "Bill has been very good to me tonight," she said, "so let him suck your cock again." Ben didn't need to be asked twice, and unzipped. I sucked his cock while Becky watched. She was fingering herself off while I sucked. When Ben came, I told Becky I wanted to lick her juice, so she lifted the front of her skirt and spread her legs. I licked her wet pussy. I really love the taste of semen better than her juice, but wanted to make her feel good. While Becky drove me home I told her that I had asked Scott to tell Jeff that I still wanted and needed to blow him. Becky said to let her know when and she would be ready to give Jeff some real justice. Shortly after I went to bed my father came in and I sucked him. This was happening every night and I loved it. My father was also nicer to me than he had ever been before. He came and told me to keep this between us, and left. I drifted off to sleep wondering how many other cocksuckers got to blow their own fathers. 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)