
His name was Bill.
Part 1

This story is based on true events.
The names of people and places have been changed.

I met Bill one hot summer day at a secluded swimming hole in rural New England. 
Swimwear was optional and the few people who knew about this place came here for that 
reason. I am a submissive bi male and I came to meet guys and hopefully suck their 
cocks. I spread my towel on the small beach next to an average looking guy who was 
lying naked on his back enjoying the afternoon sun. I introduced myself. He said his 
name was Bill. The conversation wandered. After a while, Bill said that he had some 
good grass and invited me to join him in the nearby woods to smoke a joint. We entered 
the woods and found a secluded spot. While we smoked a joint, I noticed Bill's cock was 
becoming aroused. I quickly suspected that he wanted more than weed. We kept talking 
about trivial stuff, but I could tell that he noticed me staring at his hardening cock. He 
was pretty well hung. He was cut and a real six and a half inched long. He moved closer 
to me and I reached out and started stroking his cock. The conversation faded and a 
"funny" smile appeared on Bill's face. He started moaning quietly. Then, he placed his 
hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down to my knees. He stroked his cock 
three or four times and then moved towards me. I opened my mouth and he slid his cock 
right in. I started sucking on the head giving special attention to the underside with my 
tongue while I stroked the shaft.  I could tell by his reactions that this was really getting 
him turned on. But, Bill was a man that knew what he wanted. He did not want to be 
hurried. He placed a hand to each side of my head and took total control of my efforts. He 
would speed up and slow down. He would go deeper and then pull back so that I could 
work just his cock head.  At times, he would stand still and move my head back and forth 
on his rock hard cock. Other times he would hold my head still and fuck my mouth. Still, 
other times he would move my head and fuck my mouth at the same time. All the while, 
we had a steady one-way conversation. He either told me what to do next or commented 
on what I was doing. I had never been with a man who acted so dominating, but I really 
liked it. I liked being on my knees for him. I liked it that he called me "cocksucker or 
blow boy".  I sucked his cock for at least thirty minutes. There was no way Bill was 
going to let me "off" his cock long enough to swallow his precum. He produced a lot of 
precum and his juices and my spit were leaking out of my mouth and onto his balls. It 
was getting very messy. Suddenly, Bill quietly groaned "here it comes, cocksucker" and 
unloaded in my mouth. He didn't go really deep. He held my head firmly and slowly 
fucked my mouth until he was done cumming. He pumped out at least ten quirts of cum. 
While his slightly softening cock was still in my mouth, he groaned "swallow it, blow 
boy". There was a huge load in my mouth and it was not easy getting it down with his 
cock still in my mouth. I looked up and I could see by the look on his face that Bill was 
enjoying watching me struggle to swallow his load of thick cum. I guess that he was 
eventually convinced that I had swallowed most of his cum and he pulled out. Then, he 
said "clean up your mess, cocksucker." He still firmly held my head between his hands 
and he proceeded to guide my head so that I could lick the "juice and cum" off of his 
shaft and balls. When he was satisfied that I had licked his shaft and balls clean, he 
moved one hand to the back of my head and wrapped the other around his now half soft 
cock. He stroked it a couple of times and a last few drops of cum oozed out. He 
whispered "open up, blow boy". I opened my mouth and he slid just the soft head into my 
mouth. He stroked his shaft slowly ten or fifteen times while I gently sucked out the last 
few drops of cum. Then, he wiped the juicy tip of his cock on my right cheek. Bill had a 
look of satisfaction on his face. He said that he "had to get going" and we walked back to 
the beach where he quickly got dressed. Before he left, he told me if I wanted "some 
more" that he would be there again the next afternoon at two o'clock and he would be 
ready to be serviced.


