Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 22:09:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 31 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 31 When I awoke I thought of Eydie, and decided that I really wanted her to be my girlfriend in every sense of the word. Eydie was very feminine and would have no difficulty "passing" as a girl in public, as she was already doing every day at her school. But I didn't want her just for sex – that was certainly wonderful, but I wanted to love her, and was already having very special feelings for her. She could be my girlfriend publicly, and perhaps one day I could marry her, just as Jim had married Melissa. I'm not sure how that could be possible, because a man simply cannot marry a man. I knew that Eydie and Melissa were really women, albeit special ones. Still, they started out as men, so how Melissa did become legally a woman? I would have to talk with Jim and Melissa about this. Eydie was changing my life and changing the way I think and look at the world, just as sucking Scott for the first time had changed me. As a boy just now in high school I had already given over a hundred blowjobs, and it looked like I was going to be a cocksucker for the rest of my life. Normal guys don't suck off other guys, so I knew I wasn't normal. Some of the guys I sucked called me a faggot, or a sissy or a homo. I'm wasn't really sure what I was. I loved to suck cock, but wasn't really attracted to men. In fact I was very attracted to women, but still loved to suck cocks. So it was like I was a straight guy who liked to suck cocks – that doesn't sound anything like "normal". Well, I suppose it didn't matter, but I decided that I would regard myself as a straight cocksucker, strange as that may be. As a cocksucker, I had some duties, because the men I suck hold the power to expose me, so I must suck them – good thing I liked doing it! After breakfast I met Scott behind his garage. He greeted me and handed me another condom used by his father. I thanked him and put it in my pocket to enjoy later. I dropped to my knees and took Scott into my mouth, looking forward to the creamy reward Scott gave me every day. Soon he was cumming, and as usual I held it in my mouth while we walked to the bus stop. As I sat in the bus and swallowed Scott's load, I thought about how much I loved sucking and swallowing cum. I suppose my life would never be a "normal" one – I just hoped that I could keep my cocksucking secret – kind of difficult now that dozens of guys know I'm a cocksucker! I had to be much more careful about sucking guys at school – that was where I was most afraid of exposure. When I arrived at school I walked to my first class. Along the way I saw Rudy, who approached me and said, "I need a blowjob today at lunch – I'll see you at the Drama Club room. I agreed, really having no choice. While I loved blowing Rudy and all the other guys, but it disturbed me that he knew who I was. I felt safe blowing him while he was blindfolded, but now having yet another guy who knew my secret increased my risk. Well, I would have to blow him for as long as he demanded it. Throughout the morning classes I had much to think about. I raised my hand and received permission to go to the boys room. I entered a stall and closed the door behind me, removing the used condom from my pocket. I placed the ring between my teeth and lips, and slowly sucked, drawing the condom inside-out into my mouth. I stopped as I felt it partly into my mouth, closing my eyes, imagining Scott's father's cock in my mouth. Since I had been regularly swallowing his cum, I found myself wanting more and more to blow him. I envisioned him cumming in my mouth and sucked the condom the rest of the way in, tasting his cum. I realized that while indulging my fantasy I had been away from class longer than I should, so I swallowed, flushed the condom and returned to class, still enjoying the manly taste in my mouth. At lunch time I met Rudy at the Drama Club room and went into one of the practice rooms. I got to my knees and Rudy took his cock out. I sucked him while he told me what a good cocksucker I was. Rudy probably meant that in a demeaning way, but I really liked hearing it – privately of course. Soon Rudy shot his hot load, which I eagerly swallowed. I had a quick lunch and went to my afternoon classes. This was a practice night for the football team and I looked forward to blowing them in the shower and in the bus. When the final bell rang I walked to the locker room, passing by Coach Stafford's office. He motioned me into his office. There was another man with him, and I looked forward to blowing yet another man. "This is Mr. Maxwell," the coach said, "he has just joined us as assitant coach. I'll catch up with you later and brief you on some changes." I shook Mr. Maxwell's hand and left. Out on the athletic field the coach approached me and we talked while the team went through their warm up. "Mr. Maxwell doesn't agree with the work you are doing," he said, "and has demanded that it stop or he will report you and I to the superintendent. I'll be fired and you will be exposed to the entire school, or maybe expelled." My heart sank and I felt like my life was over. "What should we do?" I asked. "No more team blowjobs," he said, "You might still do some individual blowjobs – whatever you can arrange privately, but nothing more with the team. It would probably be best if you resign your job as equipment manager." "I'll do that," I said, "thank you for setting me up as the team cocksucker." "You are very welcomed," responded the coach, "can I still count on you to suck me from time to time?" "Yes, of course," I replied, "I'll suck you any time we can arrange it." Coach Stafford patted me on the back and went to work with the team. After practice we all went to the locker room. I put the equipment away. Mr. Maxwell was in the locker room, probably to make sure there were no blowjobs. I had to behave myself as I saw all those cocks bouncing as the naked guys walked in and out of the shower. I went to the activity bus and saw Joe, the driver. "I heard about Maxwell coming in and fucking up the whole arrangement," he said. "Yes," I said, "that changes everything. If you could stop the bus after we are away from the school, there is something I want to say to the team." Joe agreed and I took my usual place in the "cocksucker seat". After the last guy entered the bus, Joe drove the bus away from the school. A couple of miles later he pulled over and said, "Bill has something to say." I stood up and said, "I'm sure you know that thanks to Mr. Maxwell I won't be blowing you in the showers any more, and I have to resign as equipment manager. I'll blow you all tonight, but that will be the last time I blow the team. You all know who I am, and I will be glad to blow any and all of you privately. We just need a safe place to do it. It has been my pleasure to suck you all and swallow your cum." I sat back down and the team applauded – for the first time I really felt proud to be a cocksucker! Shorty one of the guys was standing before me, cock awaiting my attention. I gratefully sucked him, and he came quickly. The guys were lining up and I sucked one after the other, counting eleven in all. After all of the team had been dropped off, Joe pulled the bus to the side of the country road we had both come to look forward to. Soon his cock was in my mouth and he told me that he hoped to feed me his cock regularly. After swallowing his load, I thanked him and told him I would be glad to blow him as often as possible. He drove me to my stop and I departed for home. 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)