T his is an alternative plot line based on my Sucking Scott series. I welcome you to read that series as well. Scott and I were childhood friends. We would jack off together in the woods behind his house until 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.

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Scott asked if I wanted to jack off together and I agreed. We both dropped our pants, stood next to each other and began stroking.

"Want to stroke each other?", Scott asked.

I told him I have never tried it and he encouraged me, so I took his cock in my hand while he took mine. We stroked each other and our arousal increased. I loved being handled like that, but even more I loved handling Scott's cock. It was the very first time I handled another cock and was really loving it!

Scott said he thought he was getting close, and I held his cock more firmly and stroked harder. Finally he came and shot three or four squirts on the ground at his feet.

"That was great!! Thanks a lot, man – it was so much better than doing it myself", Scott said, as his hand slipped from my aroused cock.

"Hey, what about me?" I asked, feeling a bit cheated, though delighted at having stroked Scott off.

"Go ahead and finish yourself off while I watch", replied Scott.

I stroked myself off, feeling wonderfully aroused! Something about handling Scott's cock was incredible and I came faster than when I jacked-off on my own. Then it hit me – a wave of guilt and shame that I'd never felt before. I didn't understand it at all, and just wanted to get away. I told Scott I had to leave and walked home.

On the way I felt like everyone would know what I'd just done – as if the word "queer" were written across my forehead! When I got home, I went to my room stayed there until supper. That gave me a lot of time to think. There was no denying that I really liked handling Scott's cock and especially making him cum. I just worried that he would tell other kids in the neighborhood. Scott wasn't good at keeping secrets – the best way to make sure everyone knew something was to tell Scott – and now he knew something about me that I didn't want to get out. What if my parents found out? My dad would kill me! It was the mid-1960's in a conservative suburban town – I'd be picked on by everybody if they knew!

After a while my worries were replaced by curiosity. I knew from reading porn stories, which were rare and hard to find at that time, that some girls sucked cock and made their guys cum that way. I didn't know if guys did that, but I wondered about it. Then I began to seriously think about sucking Scott. Would he let me do it? Probably, but then what?

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it, and soon was stroking my cock as I thought about it. Once again, I came quickly and was hit with the guilt and shame. It was clear to me that sucking Scott was taboo – something I should never do. After a time, the feeling left and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke hard and proceeded to stroke before getting up. I thought about sucking Scott once again and soon came, only to experience the guilt and shame once again. I didn't understand how I could go from a blissfull climax to shame in a flash, but it sure ruined an otherwise great jack-off session! I never had the shame feeling when I jacked-off thinking about girls, but that wasn't as exciting as thinking about sucking Scott. I decided that I really wanted to suck him but wasn't entirely sure if I had the courage to do so.

The next time I saw Scott he invited me to jack-off with him again, and we went to a private place in the woods behind his house. It would become our usual place for such things. Soon both our cocks were out, and we were both hard. The first time Scott and I stood side by side, each holding the other's cock. This time I said I wanted to try something different and knelt in front of him, facing his cock. At the time I had no idea that this was the most common blowjob position – it just seemed like a convenient way to stroke him.

With his cock just inches from my face I began to stroke him. Without touching my cock, I reached full erection, but didn't dare touch myself – I didn't want to cum and have the guilt and shame ruin everything! I studied Scott's cock, never having seen another guy's cock this closely before. It was a lot like mine, but now I could see it in a way I could never see my own. Scott encouraged me and began to moan with pleasure. Finally he said, "I'm gonna cum!"

With that warning I probably should have gotten clear from his cock, but for reasons beyond my understanding I opened my mouth and leaned toward him, taking his squirts of cum right into my mouth! That was a defining moment in my life that I'll never forget – Scott squirted five times and all of the first four squirts ended up in my mouth, with the last one missing, but landing on my chin. It was really strong tasting – unlike anything else – I wasn't sure I liked it or if it was even safe. I took a chance and swallowed it, hoping it wouldn't make me sick. After swallowing there was a strong aftertaste that reminded me of this forbidden pleasure.

I was thrilled and quickly stroked myself to completion. The aftermath felt crushing – the shame was worse than ever, probably because of what I'd just done. I knew this was wrong – a terrible sin – and perhaps this was God's way of punishing me for doing something so depraved. I put my cock away, zipped up and ran home. When I got home, I went right to my room to hide.

I little while later I went to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror, I saw Scott's cum dried on my chin! I was glad nobody else saw that, and quickly washed my face. I wondered if swallowing cum was safe. I felt no ill effects yet, but there may be a delayed effect.

The next morning I awoke and was relieved that swallowing Scott's seemed to be harmless. I stroked myself thinking about stroking him again and now I imagined actually sucking him. When he came in my mouth, that sent me over the edge and soon I came, only to be hit with shame again.

By now I was used to that and decided that it was worth the wonderful pleasure I got before – I just had to make sure I didn't cum before Scott, because I probably wouldn't be able to finish if I did! I knew I couldn't trust Scott to keep a secret, but so far he hadn't told anyone – at least not that I knew. My desire for cock was seriously clouding my judgement. I found myself wanting to have Scott's cock in my mouth. Why I wanted that was unclear, but it seemed wonderfully hot!

When I saw Scott next, he said nothing of what had happened between us, but just suggested that we go back into the woods. I eagerly followed him, and soon his cock was out and I was on my knees before him. Before I could take him into my hand, he pressed his cock to my lips, and without thinking I opened my mouth and he was in!

At the time I didn't realize just how significant this event was – I just remember thinking how nice if felt – kind of like his cock somehow belonged in my mouth! "That's great!" Scott encouraged, and I began to trace the contours of his cock with my tongue.

"Keep doing that!" he urged and when I licked the bottom of the head he told me to do more of that, which I gladly did. I don't know how long I sucked him – it was an incredible experience I didn't want to end, but finally he began to cum in my mouth. His cock seemed to enlarge slightly before pumping. I could feel every squirt and welcomed his strong-tasting seed. I swallowed and continued to hold him in my mouth until he finished, and then pulled out.

"That was really great!" he said, "Let's do this more often!"

"Only if you keep this secret," I insisted. Scott promised that he would, but I had my doubts. I told him I'd be in a lot of trouble if he talked, and I needed him to keep this between us.

Aside from the possibility of my secret getting out, I loved every aspect of this, and looked forward to sucking Scott every day. I didn't jack-off when sucking because I feared cumming too soon, so I waited until I got home. This time I didn't jack-off to a fantasy, but rather a really hot memory. I came, fought off the guilt and shame, and then just accepting the fact that I was now a cocksucker, and loving the very idea of it.

For the next couple weeks I sucked Scott once or twice a day, depending upon the opportunity. We would have done it more often, but just couldn't get away. We tried to plan our meetings so nobody else would know, but there were times we both wanted it so bad that we broke away from our other friends and found a spot to do it. The woods always worked well, but we both found it fun to do it anywhere we could get sufficient privacy. Scott would usually cum within five to ten minutes so we didn't need much time. We found that there were many places that could give that much privacy, and we made a game of discovering new places for me to suck him.

One day we were at our friend Billy's house, playing outside when his mother insisted that he come in and clean his room before he could play any more. Billy said it wouldn't take long and we agreed to wait for him. He went in and our minds immediately turned to finding a good place to suck. Billy's garage door was open, so we went in and found that the place in front of the car provided good cover. Nobody could see us unless they actually came into the garage, which wasn't likely.

Scott unzipped and took out his cock. "Take your time," he said, "Billy will be busy for a while."

That sounded good. I was always eager to make Scott cum, but a slow, leisurely suck sounded like it was worth trying. I took him into my mouth and just basked in the joy of his feel in my mouth. This had become one of the most wonderful experiences in my life and I was so glad it was happening.

Suddenly we heard a door opening, and Billy came into the garage from the house and said, "What the ...?"

Scott quickly pulled out of my mouth and put himself away. I quickly got up, but clearly I was caught with a cock in my mouth and there was no way to explain my way out of this mess. Scott may have kept my secret, but now Billy knew!

I couldn't claim it didn't happen, so I decided to take charge of the situation. Billy knew, and I couldn't change that – I wondered what it would take to keep him quiet. I invited Billy and Scott to walk down the street with me, so we could talk privately. Billy had lots of questions, which I tried to answer, until finally he hit me with the most important one, "Will you suck me too?"

I told him that I would, be he needed to keep it a secret. We walked a bit further, to a path leading into the woods. As soon as we had the cover of the woods, both Scott and Billy took out their cocks. I dropped to my knees and they both approached. They both pressed their cocks to my lips and I opened my mouth. I took the heads of both into my mouth, but they couldn't get in much further. I ran my tongue over the heads and then Scott pulled out and said, "Suck Billy for a minute and then me for a minute – we'll go back and forth until done."

I sucked Billy, who seemed absolutely wild with passion. It took him less than a minute to cum, and soon filled my mouth with his hot seed. He pulled out and I swallowed. Then I sucked Scott as Billy watched with interest.

I found that I liked sucking both Billy and Scott, and for a few weeks everything went well, and then when I went to meet Billy, he showed up with his younger brother Mike. I was shocked and accused him of breaking his promise, but he said it was okay with his brother. That sounded like a crummy reason, but it was too late to take it back so I agreed to suck them both. Mike pulled down his pants and shorts to his ankles. He was just beginning puberty, so his cock was small, but fully hard. I took him into my mouth and he kept telling me how wonderful it was. I ran my tongue all over his boyish cock, but after ten minutes it was clear that he wasn't going to cum.

He pulled out and said, "I don't cum yet, but when I do, I want it to be in your mouth!" Now Billy took his turn, and soon rewarded my efforts. So now I was sucking three guys, though Mike didn't exactly count. I agreed to suck him once a week until he is able to cum, but I sucked Billy and Scott as often as they wanted it. I didn't particularly like the fact that more and more people knew about my sucking.

It turned out that my fears were well justified. Mike told his friends, who told their older brothers. In only a few days all the guys on my street knew about it. They were all demanding blowjobs, and I felt obligated to give them, at least to keep them quiet and not get picked on. All of the guys, except for Mike could cum, so they were all satisfying blowjobs for me as well. Soon Kenny, a college kid next door asked me for a blowjob. He wasn't in my circle of friends, so I was really alarmed that he knew. I asked him how he knew, and he just replied, "Word gets around." That had me worried – I sure didn't want my parents to find out! Of course I had to blow Kenny, as well as a couple of his friends to keep him quiet. I was now sucking fifteen guys whenever they wanted it, plus Mike once a week.

Every few months some of the guys would get together for parties, and have me there sucking the entire group off. It really wasn't a bad arrangement. I thought I would get picked on relentlessly, but the guys seemed to value my work and were generally pretty decent to me. They did call me a faggot and cocksucker, but that was the simple truth, so I didn't take it badly.

Within six months Mike was able to cum, and wanted my service every day. Fortunately most of my guys didn't need it that often, or I wouldn't be able to keep up, though everyone needed it at least once a week. On a average day I would blow about five guys, which was pretty easy for me to do.

I was surprised that word didn't spread beyond my neighborhood. I would have been bad news if it got out throughout my school. I knew one guy in school who was openly gay, and he got picked on constantly – I sure didn't need that.

I hoped that things would simply continue as it was, but one day my sister confronted me. "I know you're blowing all the guys in the neighborhood," she began, "And it would be a shame if Dad found out."

"Yes, it would," I agreed, wondering where this was going.

"I can keep this quiet if you cooperate," she said.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Helping me with my homework and doing my household work, as long as Mom doesn't notice you doing them”, she replied, “You'll have to do it before she gets home."

I didn't like being blackmailed, but I had little choice. It turned out the "helping" her with homework really meant doing it for her, but it was pretty easy. I did her household work for a couple of weeks, and then she told me she wanted me to blow Jerry, her boyfriend. He had been pestering her to blow him, but she told him she would line him up with someone else.

That was a request I was glad to do, and she had Jerry come to our house right after school, and she took off her blouse and bra and let him play with her tits while I blew him. Afterward she told me that I was to blow him as often as he wanted when she was on her period. I agreed, and for a while my sister acted more kindly toward me.

Then one day she became more demanding, telling me I needed to pay her for her silence. This was getting to be too much, and I finally told her no. She threatened to tell Dad, and I decided to call her bluff and told her to go ahead.

It turned out that she wasn't bluffing, and did tell Dad. I didn't know until Saturday, when Mom and my sister went shopping, leaving Dad and I alone. We were watching TV together, when he surprised me by saying, "I hear you've been sucking off all the guys around here."

My heart sank. I knew this was the last thing I ever wanted to happen and could find no words to save myself from whatever fate Dad would deal out.

Dad shut off the TV and turned to me. "I was shocked when I found out," he said, "But some guys do that – I never thought I raised you to be queer, but if that's the way you turned out, so be it. But answer this truthfully – are you any good ad it?"

I breathed a sigh of relief but was still very nervous talking with Dad about this very private thing.

"Well?" he asked, and I knew I had to give some sort of answer.

"I guess so," I replied.

"Show me," Dad said, getting up and approching me, unzipping as he did. He took out his cock which was huge compared to everyone else's. I had never seen a full-grown man's cock before. It was clear what he wanted me to do, so I knelt before him and took his cock into my mouth. It really filled me up, with much of the shaft still outside my mouth.

With my mouth so full I couldn't move my tongue around much, but just moved it back and forth under the head, and Dad said I was a pretty good cocksucker indeed. As I sucked he said he wish he'd known about this sooner, and in a few minutes he gave me his load, which I swallowed as usual.

"You do pretty good work!" Dad said, but let's just keep this between us – no need for Mom to know. And by the way, try to keep a lid on this, so our neighbors don't all know I've got a cocksucker for a son!"

I agreed. I didn't know if any of the other adult knew about me. If they did, they weren't saying anything, which was fine with me. I continued to blow all the neighborhood boys, but now felt less nervous now that Dad liked my work.

He would come to my bedroom and wake me up about once a week. He would stand by my bed and I'd suck him. Occasionally we would go on father and son outings, that almost always concluded with me sucking him.

Now that I'm married with kids of my own, I still stay in touch with my old school buddies, who often need relief when their wives lose interest. When my wife lost interest in sex it didn't bother me at all – I still get a lot more than most guys. I never thought that sucking Scott would have led to this!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)