Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 10:19:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 5 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 5 I awoke the next morning thinking about what had happened yesterday. Scott and I had been very daring, and we actually got caught! Still, getting caught was exciting in retrospect – I got to suck off an adult man and it looks like I will be sucking him again and who knows what else he will do with me? I didn't want Scott to know about my going to Mr. Robbins – that was none of his business, and the less he knew, the less he could talk about. I decided to see Scott in the morning and suck him, then go see Mr. Robbins in the afternoon. I could wait to see Mr. Robbins until later, since he told me to come see him later in the week, but I was anxious to discover what he had in mind for me. Scott was just a horny teenager like me, but he really didn't know much about man to man sex. I started out as a cocksucker, but am beginning to think that there is more to it than cocksucking, and I wanted to find out. An older man like Mr. Robbins might be able to teach me a lot. I went to Scott's house where he greeted me. After the scare we had yesterday he did not feel very daring, so we went back into the woods. "Today we are going to work on your guilt," Scott said, "I want you to stroke yourself off while sucking my cock. When you cum, shoot into your hand. You will lick up your cum and then finish sucking me off – understand?" "Yes," I replied, "But I'm not sure I'll be able to after I cum" "You WILL!" Scott declared, "You must suck me off, even if you are not in the mood." We both dropped our pants and I got to my knees. Without even touching myself, I was getting hard just looking at Scott's cock. I took him into my mouth and sucked as I stroked myself. This was so much more exciting than any of the fantasies I had imagined – sucking a cock is much more exciting than thinking about it. Soon I was cumming, shooting my sperm into my other hand, while moaning with joy. Scott was watching me closely and ordered me to lick up my cum, which I did without a second thought. He then told me to finish sucking him off, which I resumed without protest. With his hands on my head, he thrust in and out getting closer by the minute. I felt his cock enlarge and then pump his load into my mouth. "Feeling guilty?" Scott asked. "I did when I first came, but you forced me through it, and it is gone now," I replied. "Then it is working," Scott said, "With a little more practice you will be able to work through any guilt on your own. I was amazed at how Scott's simple direction was all it took to get past my guilt, but it worked, and that is what mattered. Scott asked me, "So how did you like sucking that fisherman yesterday?" "I was scared at first, but liked it once I got into it," I answered. "Would you like to suck more guys?" he asked. "What did you have in mind?" I inquired. "My cousin Jeff is coming to visit next week and I thought you might want to suck him also," Scott explained. "You promised not to tell anyone I was blowing you!" I said. "I didn't tell anyone, but if you want I can tell him. He lives across town and doesn't know anyone we go to school with," Scott explained. This sounded very attractive to me – still another cock to suck without risking exposure – I quickly agreed and Scott said he would talk to Jeff and see if he was interested. Scott thought that he would be – Jeff was in high school, and high school guys are almost always eager to cum. I told Scott I would not be back the rest of the day, but would come back tomorrow morning to suck him off again. I returned home for lunch, ready to visit Mr. Robbins in the afternoon. After lunch I went to Mr. Robbins house and rang the doorbell. When he answered the door he invited me in. As soon as I was inside he told me that I was to undress and that I would always be naked when at his house. I did as I was told, putting my clothes in a box I was given. I stood there naked and once again Mr. Robbins ran his hands over my body. He told me to wait there while he left, soon returning with some kind of furniture. It had a place for me to kneel and adjustments for height and to spread my kneed apart. I knelt on it, as directed and he adjusted the height and the knee spread so that my knees were spread apart, exposing me. Mr. Robbins grasped my cock and balls hanging down and fondled me. He worked me to erection and put some lotion in his hand and massaged my cock head with the lotion. This aroused me nearly to the point of cumming, while Mr. Robbins rubbed a lotion coated finger in my ass crack, pausing as my hole, massaging me gently, which was an entirely new experience for me. It felt strange, but very nice. Mr. Robbins then slipped a lubed finger up my ass, and then a second finger. He wiggled both fingers and I was overcome with pleasure. "Please, Sir, teach me all that you can, and I will do what you want," I said. "Will you blow anyone I tell you to?" he asked. "Yes, I will," I replied. "Will you submit to being fucked?" he continued. "I don't understand, Sir, but will try," I said. "You have much to learn, but I will teach you", he said With that, he slipped a third finger up my ass, and spread them opening me up. While spreading my ass open more, he showed me some sort of rubber device which he called a butt plug. It was about three inches long, spherical on one end, and flared on the other, connected with a cylindrical shaft about an inch in diameter. He told me that it would help open me up. He withdrew is fingers and then inserted the butt plug. He told me that I would work up to larger and larger butt plugs, which would prepare me for being fucked. I began to realize that when Mr. Robbins said I would be fucked, he meant that men would put their cocks up my ass. I wasn't sure I wanted that, even though I was beginning to enjoy some new anal experiences. "I'm going to send you home wearing the the butt plug, and I want you to keep it in full time, except when you take a shit. Afterward, lube it up and put it back in. Come back to me tomorrow and we will see if you are ready for a good fucking.", he instructed. He then unzipped and took out his cock, and said, "Now suck me off and show me what you can do." He put his big cock into my mouth, which swelled bigger than I could comfortably take, but I did my very best. He pumped in and out of my mouth as I tried to avoid gagging. After a time he pumped another load into my mouth, saying, "Swallow you faggot" I swallowed as directed and he told me to get up, dress and go home, keeping the butt plug in until I returned tomorrow. For the rest of the day, the butt plug constantly reminded me that it was there. I tried my best to walk normally, afraid that the butt plug would cause me to swish or do something that would give me away. Sitting at the dinner table, with the butt plug firmly in place, I was completely distracted. Finally, at bed time, I jacked off and shot an especially large load into my hand, with I licked up immediately. I dozed off with the butt plug still firmly inside me. 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)