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 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.