Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 02:04:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 1 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, 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 1 Scott asked if I wanted to jack off together and I agreed. We both dropped our pants and 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, and left a little squirt of cum on my hand. "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. Then I noticed the squirt of cum on my hand couldn't contain my curiosity about how it tasted. While Scott pulled his pants up I discretely licked it off my hand and proceeded to jack myself to completion, savoring the strange taste, excited that I had stroked Scott off and now was tasting his cum. I came strongly, and immediately felt guilty about what had just happened. I pulled up my pants and we walked out of the woods, neither having much to say. I think we both knew that we had crossed into taboo territory, and weren't too sure what to do about it. I walked home, and felt like I had "queer" written all over my face. I was ashamed but strangely excited as well. When I got home I went into the bathroom and jacked off again, getting very aroused thinking about handling Scott's cock – wanting to suck it, but really terrified at the prospect. After I came I felt the old guilt again. I so wished I didn't have those feelings haunting me – or was it the desire for Scott's cock that haunted me? At bedtime I laid in bed thinking about tasting Scott's cum. It was a strange taste – maybe a bad taste, but one that excited me. I thought about what it would be like to have his entire load in my mouth, and found myself once again aroused. I decided to jack off into my hand and then lick up the cum, so I eagerly stroked myself and shot my load into my hand as planned. Then the guilt hit and I no longer wanted to eat my cum. Looking down at the load in my hand I felt disgust and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I drifted off to sleep wondering how to make sense of the conflicting feelings I was having. The next morning I saw Scott and he asked how I liked what we did yesterday. "It was ok", I said, not wanting to seem too anxious. "Ok?", he said, "it was fantastic! I've never cum so hard before, and sure want more – that ok with you?" "I suppose", I replied, "but it seems that you got the better part of the deal, just leaving me on my own after you came." "Sorry about that", responded Scott, "How about if I stroke you off first, so you are sure to get yours." "That sounds fair", I replied, "but I'll still stroke you off too." I knew I wanted that more than I wanted to cum, but didn't dare show too much interest. We went into the woods to the spot where we were yesterday. Our pants were down in no time and we were both grasping each other's cocks. I loved the feel of Scotts cock in my hand, and I felt my heart racing. My cock hardened as Scott stroked me and I looked forward to Scott making me cum. While it felt wonderful, somehow the feeling of cumming just wasn't there. After about five minutes Scott's had withdrew and he said, "My wrist is getting tired – I thought you would have cum by now." I looked down at my hard cock, beginning to soften at the loss of stimulation. "Hey, you promised", I said, to which Scott responded, "Sorry man, I just couldn't keep going – maybe you just have to do it yourself". "Maybe", I replied, "but I still feel cheated", and started to stroke myself. "Would you still do me?", Scott asked, "you really got me excited and I'd love to have some more. You can still jack yourself off – either before or after". I reluctantly agreed. I really loved handling his cock but didn't want to seem too anxious. I thought I better stroke him off before I cum, because I probably wouldn't be in the mood after I cum. I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke him, loving the feeling of him hardening in my hand. I stroked him until he came, this time pointing his cock up so that more cum would land on my hand. My efforts were rewarded with one of the squirts landing solidly on my hand. As I did yesterday, I discretely licked the cum off my hand while Scott was pulling up his pants. I pretended to wipe my hand on my pants as a cover. I found the larger volume of cum to be very exciting, and the taste wasn't as bad as yesterday – was this an acquired taste? I came strongly once again and knew that his cock was definitely turning me on. I really wanted to suck his cock, and I'm sure he would let me, but I just couldn't risk it. Scott was a blabber mouth, and if I blew him it would be all over school, and I'd never live it down. Still, I really wanted it. Maybe for now I should be content to jack him off and taste a little of his cum. It's more than I've had, and I get to handle his cock, which I definitely loved doing. For a time I fantasized about Scott's cock and decided that tomorrow when I met Scott I would tell him that I had already cum and wasn't in the mood. He would probably try to get me to jack him off anyway, and I would reluctantly agree. This time I would keep my pants up and face him as I stroked him. After a time I would say I needed to get into a more comfortable position and would get down on my knees. That way I would get a better grip on his cock and have it at eye level, where I could get a really good look. I would stroke him off and he would "accidentally" shoot his cum on my face. I would pretend to be really pissed about it. I was really liking how all this was developing, and looked forward to tomorrow's hand job. Thinking about my plans for tomorrow's session with Scott got me horny again, especially when I thought more about tasting his cum again. I thought about how wonderful it would be to take a load of cum in my mouth directly from his throbbing cock and resolved that this time I will eat my cum. I shot my load almost immediately. Once again, as I looked at my load in my hand, I had lost the desire to eat it. But this time I had mixed feelings: regret about not eating it and a little revulsion at the idea of eating cum. I brought my hand close to my mouth, stopping just short of licking up the cum. If only I could recall the desire I had while jacking off. I know I really want it, but something is holding me back. Finally I give up, go to the bathroom to wash my cum down the drain, and return to bed, glad that I will be filled with desire tomorrow. 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)