Planned Outings (part 18)
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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The next morning I got ready for work and had breakfast. After breakfast I waited for Mark to arrive for his morning blowjob. He had been trying to get me to be more daring when I blew him. The last time I blew him in the open doorway. That was as far as I was willing to go. I knew he wanted me to blow him on the porch, but I wasn't about to risk that.
When he arrived I invited him in. I told him that I was willing to blow him outdoors if we could find a safe place. I was open to his suggestions, but I would decide.
I blew him just inside the door and then he left, and I drove to work, enjoying his taste. It was not the day to blow Rick at church or Ed at his apartment, so I thought about lining up more blowjobs. I liked being able to count on Mark every morning and Jeff every evening, but I was wanting more.
I called Father Thomas at the Catholic Church.
"I was wondering if there were other priests who would like relief," I asked.
"Well," replied Father Thomas, "word or your work has become known to all the priests and most have expressed an interest. If you like, we could set up a schedule for you service all of them over the course or the week, a few at a time."
"How about today?" I asked.
"Yes, that would work," said Father Thomas, "Come for confession, and I'll see how many priests I can line up for you."
We agreed on a time at lunchtime and I hung up. I returned to my work, one happy cocksucker.
Mid morning I recieved a call from Marcy, of Planned Outings.
"I want to let you know or a new service we are starting, and since you are an established customer we will make the first contact for you free of charge," Marcy explained.
"You have my attention," I said, "please tell me more."
"Instead of the kinds of introductions we did for you, this is an anonymous blowjob introduction." she explained, "You give us the name and contact information and we tell them that someone they know wants to blow them. It would be anonymous, and if both of you decide you want know each other's identities, we'll let you know and you can come out to them. Otherwise they will only know they were blown by someone they know, without knowing who. It is possible that one blowjob may not be enough, so we will make available five blowjob opportunities."
"What would be the arrangements for the anonymous blowjobs?" I asked.
"The blowjobs will be at one of our secure locations." she continued, "You will have three choices, that must be agreed upon by both parties. In all cases you will both come in by separate entrances. The first option is a glory hole. Both booths will be dark so you will not be seen."
"The second option is for you to wear a mask that completely covers your head, with openings for your eyes and mouth. The third option is for the man you blow to wear a blindfold." One of our staff will be on hand to make sure that nobody cheats, outing you without your agreement."
"Wow! That sounds wonderful – any of those three choices would be fine with me, but I'm not sure who to choose yet. Let me get back to you."
"That will be just fine," responded Marcy, "if this doesn't work out, we'll continue to try until one does work out."
I thanked Marcy and hung up.
I could think of dozens of guys I'd love to blow, but had to decide on one I was ready to come out to.
At lunch time I drove to the Catholic Church and was greeted by Father Thomas. He told me that he had three priests lined up for me. He told me to go to the first confessional and start off in the usual manner.
I went to the indicated confessional and waited to for the priest to arrive. When I heard the priest enter the other side of the confessional, I began, "Bless me father, for I have sinned."
"What is your sin?" was his response.
"I have given many blowjobs," was my response. A door slid open and the priests cock emerged, much like a glory hole. I sucked him and soon he came, and said to me, "be sure to come back for confession as often as you need."
He departed and another priest entered. He immediately put his cock through the opening and I got right to work. He probably hadn't cum for a long time because he popped his load in about a minute. It was a big load, and I savored the manly taste. The next priest put his cock through and I got right to work. I heard him whispering, "oh my God" over and over again. When he came and whispered, "praise the Lord", I knew I had blown Father Mark again. As he departed, he said, "bless you."
Knowing I had blown the head priest really pleased me – if he was on my side I would have more to do there.
I left the confessional and Father Thomas thanked me for stopping by. I agreed that I would come out at lunchtime on Tuesdays and Thursdays for now. If more visits were needed we could work that out.
I returned to the office and finished the day. Four blowjobs so far today, with Jeff after work. Not a bad cocksucking day!
After considering a number of possibilities, I had decided who I wanted Marcy to connect me with. I called her on the way home from work and gave her the name and contact information for Art Fredericks, one of my former history teachers. I never really liked history, but I used to daydream about blowing him during the class.
Marcy said she would get right on it. Because the service is brand now, she wasn't sure how long it would take, but she would try her best to make if soon.
When I arrive home, Jeff was waiting for me as usual. He was coming to terms with his own desire to suck cock, and I did my best to make it easy for him.
We went inside and I took my clothes off, inviting Jeff to get comfortable. He took off his shirt, but left the rest or his clothes on.
Naked, I approached him and let him run his hands all over me. I always kept some lube nearby, and he put some on his fingers and slipped two fingers up my ass. He wiggled them inside me, which was very arousing. He was tapping on my prostate when he began to suck me, and that really got me going. His sucking had improved, but his fingers were driving me wild. I gave him a much bigger load than usual – I suppose I was well-drained from the experience.
"That was really great!" I exclaimed, "where did you learn that?"
"I read about it and was anxious to try it," Jeff replied.
"You can do that again any time," I responded.
Jeff went to into the bathroom to wash his hands.
When he returned I gave him the best blowjob I could.
Jeff left and I had dinner. As much as I loved to suck cock, Jeff made me appreciate how nice it could be to be on the recieving end.
When I went to bed I reflected on the day, and hoped that I would soon be blowing all of the priests, as well as my old history teacher.
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