Planned Outings (part 16)
My sexual life has been very private – while many know I am a cocksucker, that part of my life is very separate from my family and business. Many times I have wished that I could be out to some of my closest associates, but could never take the chance. This story series was inspired by that desire. This is dedicated to my late friend Phil, who was out to everyone.
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I awoke and checked my emails. I had one from the dom guy, with another web link showing the events of the previous evening. I also had a strange one from Jeff, that just said:
"I really like what you do for me but I am so overcome with guilt that I cannot do it anymore. Thank you for your work, but please try to understand."
That was disappointing, but not the first time a straight man just couldn't handle the conflict of getting wonderful pleasure from a guy. I was sure he would be discrete about everything, keeping my secret safe.
I had breakfast and blew Mark before going to work. I really loved the fact that I could count on Mark giving me his cock so regularly, as did Jeff – only now I wouldn't have Jeff. I wondered if I should contact Marcy and see if she could arrange another planned outing for me.
As I drove to work, still enjoying Mark's manly taste, I decided to wait a bit – I was getting really busy sucking, and might not be able to handle much more. Cocksucking was a very important part of my life, but not the ONLY part.
My morning at work was busy, pleasantly interrupted by a call from Father Thomas, who asked if I could come to his church at lunch time and meet with Father Mark regarding the problem we had discussed yesterday. I agreed to and went back to work, looking forward to this new opportunity.
At lunch time I drove to the Catholic church and was greeted by Father Thomas. He asked me to keep the confessional blowjobs a secret. He had told Father Mark that he found me through Rick, and that Father Mark would be deciding if we went ahead with the plan.
We arrived at Father Mark's office where I was received very formally. Father Mark seemed decidedly nervous. He confessed that he was uncomfortable about this meeting, but the needs of the time sometimes lead to unconventional approaches. He said he was going to have a bourbon to calm his nerves and offered me one, which I declined.
"I understand that Father Thomas has briefed you on our problem," began Father Mark, "and that you agree to help us out."
"Yes, that is correct," I said.
"I'm sure I don't have to tell you how sensitive this entire matter is," he continued, "and how we want to avoid any publicity whatsoever."
"Yes," I responded, "discretion is essential and I will maintain strict confidentiality."
"I need you to understand that what you do is your own act," he went on, "and that you are not an agent of the Catholic Church. In fact, if this ever gets out, we will claim no knowledge whatsoever."
"I understand and completely agree," I said
Father Mark got up and went to a closet. "You are about my size," he said, "and these garments should fit you. Father Thomas will help you try them on."
He directed me to an adjoining room, which was his bedroom. He left me with Father Thomas, who instructed me in the various articles of priestly attire. When I was fully dressed, I looked in the mirror and found myself looking very convincing.
Still alone with Father Thomas, I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. Father Thomas unzipped and slipped his cock into my mouth. "We better hurry," he said, "Father Mark may return any moment."
I took Father Thomas' cock all the way in and went right into the swallowing motions that most men loved. It worked for him, and soon he was cumming. He pulled out and I stood up, not yet swallowing.
The door opened and Father Mark entered. He looked me over and approved, while I stood there silently with Father Thomas' load still in my mouth.
I discretely swallowed and asked Father Mark if he would like to experience my work. That was the wrong thing for me to say because he became very irate. "Young man," he said, "I appreciate the favor you will be doing for us, but personally I find it to be completely disgusting."
"I'm sorry to offend you, Father Mark," I said, "I just thought that you would want to be sure I could do what was needed – kind of a quality check."
"In my position I have to trust in others and cannot possibly attend to everything myself," he responded, "now change back and Father Thomas will be in touch with you."
I changed my clothes as Father Mark remained in the room – pretending not to watch, but I could tell he was interested. As I pulled the trousers down, I "accidentally" pulled down my undershorts, exposing my hard cock. I quickly pulled the shorts back up, but knew I had given Father Mark something to think about.
I returned to work and finished the day. As I drove home I remembered Jeff's email and regretted that I would not be blowing him.
To my surprise, he was sitting on my porch when I arrived.
I greeted him and he said that he was sorry about the email and felt very conflicted. I invited him in and made him a stiff drink.
"So tell me what this is about," I said.
"Bill, I really appreciate what you have done for me, he replied, "I really needed it and admire the fact that you can do what you do – something that most men would never do."
"Okay, so what's the problem?" I asked.
Jeff paused and seemed to struggle with a reply. I just remained silent, giving him some time.
"The truth is that while you sucked me, I was thinking about sucking cock myself," Jeff blurted out.
"So it was just a harmless fantasy," I said, "every guy has fantasies, but most don't tell about them."
"It's not just something I think about," stammered Jeff, "it's something I really want to do – that is until ..."
"Until?" I queried.
"Until I cum," returned Jeff, "then I have the most horrible guilt."
"Okay," I said, "I'm beginning to understand. You want to suck cock and find it very arousing, but it is also very taboo. Once you cum, your excitement subsides and the guilt comes through."
"Yes, exactly!" said Jeff.
"Many men struggle with this kind of conflict," I replied, "so what would you like to do about it?"
"I really want to try it, but I'm afraid to," Jeff confessed.
"We'll take it slow," I countered, "I will give you the opportuntity, but you decide what you will do."
As Jeff watched I removed my clothes and stood before him naked. His eyes seemed glued to my cock. I approached him and said, "Go ahead, handle me if you want."
Jeff timidly reached out and touched my cock, pulling away at first and then returning. He lifted it and wrapped his hand around it and I began to stiffen. He reached his other hand under my balls and I spread my feet apart to give him more access.
Jeff had me fully erect now and stroked my cock, just inches from his face. He slowly moved his face closer, then pulled back. "If you like, you can just bring your lips to it, kissing the head – go at your own pace."
Jeff did so, kissing the head of my cock. His lips parted and his tongue licked under the head and then around the tip. Jeff's kiss was becoming a wet kiss and it felt wonderful. I moaned and Jeff responded by opening his mouth and taking me in.
It felt great to be in Jeff's mouth and I said, "How does it feel to for you?"
Jeff pulled off my cock, smiling, and said, "it feels like it belongs in my mouth – I like it."
He returned to sucking me and soon I was nearly cumming. "I'm getting close," I said, "do you want me to cum in your mouth?"
Jeff pulled off and cupped his hands, saying, "shoot into my hands."
I stroked soon deposited my load into Jeff's hands. Jeff watched in apparent amazement. Perhaps this was the first time he had seen another man cum.
"Try tasting it," I said, "if you want."
Jeff brought a hand to his mouth and dipped his tongue into the cum.
"It tastes a little strange," he said.
"It's an acquired taste," I said, "the more you eat the more you will like it.
Jeff licked all the cum from his hands and smiled, saying, "next time I want you to cum in my mouth."
"If you like," I said, "now let me take care of you."
Jeff took out his cock and he was already hard, and in less than a minute he was cumming.
He was very excited and his load was bigger than usual. I smiled as I swallowed, but saw that Jeff looked alarmed.
Jeff quickly zipped up and said, "I better go now."
Jeff was out the door in a flash.
I had dinner and checked my email. There was another email from Jeff that read:
"I'm really sorry for my behavior – thanks for understanding. See you tomorrow."
Jeff was making progress, but I thought I would soon have him sucking other guys as well.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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