Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2015 16:19:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Joey Sucks Part 3 Joey Sucks (part 3) I got started late, but wish I had begun as a kid. I have always enjoyed hearing of how others began, especially in their youth. This work of fiction is inspired by the many stories others have generously shared with me. I hope you enjoy it! –––––––––––––––––––– At lunchtime we had a lot of discussion. Jerry proudly bragged that he came – the first of our group to do so. He said that maybe my sucking was what did it – the other guys were anxious to continue. We discussed other places for me to suck them. Jerry got his list out of the seven locations they had identified. I hoped they would work as well as the boy's room had. One of the locations was the equipment storage room in the music department. I wasn't familiar with that room but agreed that we could check it out. Another was in the school basement, where a lot of boxes were stacked up. Jerry thought I could suck behind the boxes because people were rarely there. I agreed to check it out as well. There was a wooded area near the playground – that sounded promising, and woods provided good cover. He mentioned three classrooms that were not currently in use. I didn't like those because we wouldn't have any cover if anyone came in, plus we would have to explain why we were there. At least in the boy's room we could not be seen from the door, and nobody would question two boys standing at urinals. The last idea was really over the top. Jerry said I could sit in the last seat in the school bus with the boy I was to suck next to me. The other boys would be in the seat in front of it, so others would not take that seat and see what was happening. "That sounds really risky – sucking with a bus full of kids," I said. "But we would just sit there most of the time, waiting for about half the kids to leave. When there is nobody nearby you can suck without anyone noticing," said Tommy. "It does sound pretty exciting," I agreed, "let's give it a try!" "I'm ready to check out the basement," I said, "who wants to go next?" Jimmy left with me and we walked down the stairs to the basement, taking care not to be seen. We might run into Bill, the janitor, but he was a friendly guy who never hassled us. We walked back to the boxes and found a space between them that looked like it would work. I dropped to my knees and Jimmy put his cock in my mouth. I sucked him, enjoying every minute of it. Jimmy got hard, and didn't cum, but it was still wonderful. "I wish we had more time," Jimmy said, "but we need to get to class. He pulled out and I stood up, brushing off my knees. We went to class and I thought about sucking for the rest of the day – looking forward to sucking in the bus on the way home. At the end of the day we hurried to the bus so we could get the seats we want. I got into the last seat and the other boys were close behind. "It's Mike's turn next," I said. Mike sat next to me and the other three boys sat in the seat ahead of me. For the next twenty minutes nothing happened, as we waited for people to leave the bus. Mike unzipped and took out his cock. "Handle me," he said. I reached over and took his cock in my hand, squeezing it gently while he hardened. After a few minutes more people had left and I felt comfortable sucking. I looked to make sure nobody was watching and bent down and sucked Mike's cock. We both loved it and the other three guys watched with interest. I understood them wanting to be sucked, but I didn't understand why they wanted so much to watch. Mike didn't cum, but remained fully hard the entire time, while I ran my tongue all over his cock. I sucked for over fifteen minutes and had to quit because our stop was coming up. We got out of the bus and walked home. I really wanted to go see Mark, but wanted to catch him when Jimmy wasn't around. I didn't know why it even mattered, but Mark seemed to want keep it a secret, even from his younger brother. I called Mark and asked when we could meet. He told me to come over in half an hour, because Jimmy was going out. A half hour later I arrived at Mark's and he invited me in. "I wanted to ask you what cum was like," I said, "I already know what it tastes like, but don't know what it looks like." "Come to my room," Mark said, "and you can see for yourself." We went to Mark's room and he closed the door. He took off his clothes and lay on the bed. "Come over here and stroke my cock," he said. I sat on the bed and took his big cock in my hand. I studied it in wonder, never having seen anything quite like it before. It was enormous compared to mine or my friends, and very hairy. We were just starting to develop some pubic hair, but Mark was covered in hair. As I stroked him I took his big hairy balls in my other hand and he moaned. I was very careful, having learned from my own experience that balls were easily hurt. "Keep going," Mark said, "but hold it more firmly and stroke faster." As I stroked he became harder and told me to point it upward because he was going to cum. With great interest I pumped him to climax, watching his thick white cum spray up and onto his belly. I looked closely at the thick droplets. Mark said, "that's what cum looks like – now go ahead and lick it up." I hesitated, and he said, "It's ok, and something you should do anyway." I didn't understand that, but wasn't unwilling, so I licked Mark's cum off his belly. After I licked it all up, Mark said, "thanks for the handjob." "Glad to help," I said, "but didn't know it was called a handjob. Was my sucking called a mouthjob?" Mark chuckled and responded, "No, it's actually called a blowjob, and you are a cocksucker." I thought about those words and decided that I really liked them, though I knew I would have to keep it to myself. "I wish I could cum," I said, "so far Jerry is the only of us who have cum, and that was when I, a blew him – did I say that right?" "Yes, that's right," assured Mark, "and you are going to be a very good cocksucker, and give a lot of really good blowjobs." "Is there something I can do to make myself cum?" I asked. "At your age," replied Mark, "your body may not be ready for it. What do you do to try to cum?" "I stroke myself, like I did for you," I answered. "Take of your clothes and show me," Mark ordered. I undressed and started stroking. Soon I was hard, but continued to stroke. Mark called me over as he put some lotion in his hand. He reached to me and took my cock in his hand and ran lotion all over it. It felt incredible! I felt like I wanted to cum but nothing happened, yet I could not resist receiving more of this. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Mark said, "its similar to the feel of the blowjobs you've been giving." No wonder they liked it so much! Mark released me and I resumed stroking, faster and faster, hoping I would come. After a few minutes I grew sore and had to stop stroking. Mark said it would just take time, but once I began, I would probably be shooting lots of cum. I told Mark that I wanted blow him regularly and wondered how we would arrange it, keeping it a secret. Mark said, "I could take you for a ride in my car and you could blow me there." I told him I'd love to, and we agreed to give it a try tomorrow. I got dressed and went home. That night, as I lay in bed I thought about giving blowjobs and being a cocksucker. I knew that I really liked it, but had a feeling that there was perhaps something wrong with being a cocksucker. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org