Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 10:00:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Sucking Scott Part 6 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 6 I awoke and immediately noticed the butt plug still in me. It felt arousing, but had started to feel dry and uncomfortable during the night, so I got up, took it out and put some additional lotion on it. That made it much more comfortable. This was the beginning of whole new experience for me. I wondered what anal adventures Mr. Robbins would show me, and I was anxious to find out. But first I would have to stop by Scott's and blow him – as a cocksucker I felt an obligation to service the needs of the man I blow – or I should say, the MEN I blew. I wondered how many men I will be blowing in the time ahead of me. After breakfast I went looking for Scott, who had another daring blowjob location in mind. "I want you to blow me in the gas-line," Scott said. The gas-line was a clear cut area about fifty feet wide through the woods. Under it was buried a natural gas pipeline. The area was mowed by the local gas company and we used it regularly as a path through the woods. It was rarely used, so it was unlikely that anyone would be coming by. Still, after being caught under the bridge I was a little cautious. "How about if I just blow you in the woods by the gas-line?" I asked. "That is pretty wimpy, let's see how it looks when we get there," he replied. I went with him to the gas line and we walked down about 500 feet, and Scott said, "We are a long way down the path, and I will see anyone approaching long before they see what we are doing. Now let's get going." We both pulled our pants down and I dropped to my knees. The butt plug felt really good now – it seemed that it felt better as I became more aroused. I kissed the tip of Scott's cock, and then I licked the bottom of the head, and watched it grow as I did. I took the head into my mouth, lovingly running my tongue around the head while I began to stroke myself. Scott moaned and pressed his cock into my mouth. The feeling of him hardening in my mouth was wonderfully exciting. As I sucked my arousal heightened until I finally shot into my hand, grunting with the pleasure. I knew what I had to do, and before Scott said anything I licked my cum from my hand and then resumed sucking him. He was very aroused by now and in only a few minutes he filled my mouth with his cum. "You are a darned great cocksucker!" Scott exclaimed, "And you are getting past the guilt, aren't you?" "I still feel the guilt, but I don't let it get in my way," I responded. "That's good," said Scott, "Jeff is going to love your work!" "You told Jeff?" I asked. "Yes, you said you wanted to blow him, so I called him up yesterday and he can't wait for you to suck him," continued Scott, "he said he would save you a big load." I really looked forward to blowing Jeff, even though I have not yet met him. I reflected on how easily I agreed to blow him, and I realized that I would probably suck any cock presented to me, and I kind of liked that. Well so far I had given three daring blowjobs: in the McDonald's men's room, in Scott's garage, under the bridge and in the gas-line. Soon I wouldn't be able to remember them all, or all the men I've blown. I resolved to start a journal when I got home. We walked back to Scott's house, the butt plug moving in my ass as we walked. I left Scott at his house and returned home to start my cocksucker journal. I made entries of dates, people blown and locations. By now I have blown three men and given a total of xx blowjobs. That's a lot of sucking for my first week as a cocksucker! I found a safe place and hid the journal. After lunch I left to see Mr. Robbins. After he let me in I got undressed and put my clothes in the box. Mr. Robbins slipped his fingers between my cheeks and confirmed that the butt plug was still in place. "Good boy," Mr. Robbins said, "now we can try the next size." He took me into a bedroom and ordered me to lie down on what looked like a doctor's examination table. After I laid down, Mr. Robbins attached some stirrups and put my feet in them. That spread my legs apart, and he pulled out the butt plug and inserted a metal device that looked similar to pliers. "This is a speculum," said Mr. Robbins, "I am going to stretch your ass and you tell me when it begins to hurt. That will tell me your current limit." I could feel him gradually stretching my hole unit I felt a sharp pain and cried out. He immediately stopped and said, "One and a half inches – not bad for a beginner. I'm going to lock this in place so it holds you there while I get the next butt plug for you." He opened a drawer and removed a larger version of the plug I had been wearing. He lubed it up, removed the speculum, and popped the larger butt plug into me. It went in easily, and Mr. Robbins took my feet out of the stirrups and told me to come with him. He opened a door to the back yard and stepped out, motioning me to join him. The back yard was fenced in and private and there were three men sitting in patio chairs, enjoying drinks. They were all clothed, and I felt a little self conscious being the only one naked. They were introduced as Jim, Mark and Dale, but I was told to call them all Sir. "I am pleased to meet you, Sirs," I said, and approached them as they motioned me forward. Each man in turn took my cock and balls in his hand and fondled me. Dale was the last and he squeezed my balls hard and I winced with pain. "I expect you to do exactly as I tell you," Dale said, "or you will learn what real pain is about!" "I will do as you say," I responded, relieved when Dale released my balls. Mr. Robbins put a lounge pad on the lawn and told me to lie down on it. I did and he knelt over my face, sitting lightly on my chest, with his cock in my mouth. Someone lifted my legs and Mr. Robbins reached back and looped his arms around my legs, forcing my ass up a bit. I felt the butt plug removed and something pressed to my ass in its place, which went in easily. Soon I realized that I was being fucked. I had been afraid that it would be painful, but it was not – in fact it felt pretty good. As I sucked Mr. Robbins, the man fucking me picked up the pace and soon was holding my hips while he plunged into me over and over. He said, "That is one hot ass!", and pulled out. Soon another man took his place, pumping as the first one. After a few minutes he finished and a third man took over. He was much larger, and I could feel him stretching my ass as he entered and pumped. Meanwhile, Mr. Robbins was fucking my face and fed me his load. He told me to just hold his cock and cum in my mouth while Dale finished fucking me. Dale finished and pulled out, but told Mr. Robbins to hold me down for a little longer. Mr. Robbins pulled out of my mouth but remained on top of me. "Go ahead and swallow," he said, which I did eagerly. Suddenly I felt an incredible pain and yelled out. Something really large had entered my ass and it was tearing me apart. Mr. Robbins got up and I could see Dale pushing a huge dildo up my ass. He managed to get it into me and now was going for depth. I could feel it "bottoming out" in me and begged him to stop. "Is that as much as you can take?" Dale asked. "Yes, that's all I can take!" I replied. "Then just lie there and get accustomed to it," said Dale. I lay there as ordered, wondering how badly I was bleeding. Then Dale asked me, "What do you think your parents would do if they knew what you were up to?" "I'm sure they would spank my ass!" I said. Dale abruptly withdrew the large dildo and told me to get up. Dale sat on a bench and told me to lie across his lap. I really didn't want to, but didn't dare resist. After I was lying across his lap he preceded to wack my ass at least a dozen times with a paddle. I was crying by the time he finished, but he seemed to take pity on my and started to apply some cold lotion to my burning cheeks. He also rubbed the lotion between my cheeks and up my ass. Then I started to feel the burning as Dale began to laugh. "How do you like the Ben Gay making this all the more memorable?" he asked. "Please, no more, Sir", I whimpered, to which Dale just laughed. With the party apparently over, Dale and Mark left, but Jim remained. "I'm really sorry that Dale was so rough on you – he can be a real bastard sometimes," Jim said, "please come with me." I followed Jim inside and he took me to a bedroom and told me to lie face down on the bed. I heard water running in the nearby bathroom and Jim returned. He wiped the Ben Gay off my cheeks and crack. The cold washcloth felt soothing after Dale's abuse. Next he applied some soothing lotion, and worked it into my ass. "There is aloe in this lotion, and will help you heal," he continued, "If you come to my house I will treat you the way a boy like you should be treated." With that Jim bent over and kissed me on the cheek and slipped me a piece of paper with his address and phone number. "Call me when you are ready and we'll get together for a nicer time than today," Jim said, and then he excused himself. Mr. Robbins entered the bedroom and said, "You have had quite a day – hopefully you enjoyed some of it. You are just a boy, and may not be ready for some of the more adult activities, but time will tell. Now you better get dressed and get home." As I walked home I thought about all that had happened. Some was great and some was not. If I never saw Dale again it would be fine, but Jim seemed pretty nice. I pulled the slip of paper out of my pocket and looked at his address. Jim lived only a few miles away – an easy bike ride. The slip had his phone number as well, so I could call him when I was ready. That night I jacked off again, this time easily swallowing my cum before the guilt took over. The guilt was becoming less of a problem as I was becoming a more experienced cocksucker. I drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring. 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)