Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 01:30:07 +0100
From: TedGay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Everyone's A Call-Boy

(This gay fantasy does not imply endorsement of racism or of  any political
extremism. It is simply a gay fantasy about S&M humiliation and hero-worship.)

At election time in the UK activists and candidates from the various political
parties go around knocking on doors trying to persuade people to vote for their
party and their candidate.

I've had several very interesting knocks on my door, especially since they made
it easier to apply for a postal vote. Conservative, Labour, Liberal, Green
Party. As soon as they suspect I'm a gay man living on my own, if the
canvasser's a young attractive man they start flirting with me, or trying to
seduce me. I imagine women get the same treatment.

The aim is to try to get you to fill in your postal ballot paper then and there
in favor of their candidate. Two handsome male Young Conservatives in white and
red England football shirts almost persuaded me, but they didn't try quite hard
enough. All I got from them was a knowing smile, some sly winks and a glimpse
of two huge bulging erections inside their tracksuits as their hands wandered
down to their crotch areas whilst on my doorstep. Although they looked
deliciously sexy, with their short-sleeved shirts revealing smooth, muscular
arms, they didn't try quite hard enough to entice me to vote for them. But if
they'd accepted my invitation to come inside they might have persuaded me,
despite my Socialist views. They said they were in a hurry, so they rushed off
before they had seduced my vote.

But at the last local elections two more determined young men from the British
National Party knocked on my door. Now I'm quite leftwing in my politics, and
the BNP is an extreme rightwing, racist, homophobic Nationalist party. It is
against almost everything I stand for.

However, the main point in favor of parties like the BNP and their forerunner,
the National Front, is that they attract a lot of extremely handsome, butch,
neat-looking young men to their ranks. All rightwing political movements do
this; look at the blond Aryan image of the German Nazi Party and the Hitler
Youth. Despite their homophobia, the image they project is most definitely
homoerotic. You are invited to hero-worship at the altar of their masculine
physical beauty and strength.

The BNP (and NF before it) include a lot of young, tough, tattooed skinheads,
and in order to project a more respectable image, very handsome, clean-cut
young men in suits and ties. I had both on my door; a very sexy-looking
skinhead, aged about 19. I almost came in my pants just looking at his powerful
tattooed biceps emerging from his check Ben Sherman shirt, and at the huge
bulging cock I could see thru his tight faded denim jeans. And as he stood near
me on the doorstep I got an overwhelming whiff of his ultra-clean soapy smell.
It was as if he'd just jumped out of a bath, and put on clean fresh-smelling
laundered clothes; he was butch, but immaculate.

The other guy was in his early 20s, had shortish blond hair, a smart dark gray
suit, a white shirt and a blue tie. He moved right up close to me and said:
'We're from the British National Party and we'd like your vote.'  He almost
whispered this in my ear, and as I smelt his delicious, sexy Tommy Hilfiger
after-shave, I was seduced. I invited them both in, and sat between them on the
sofa. They obviously sussed I was gay by the pictures on the wall around my
room. Indeed they seemed to know as soon as they knocked on my door, like those
two Young Conservatives did.

The BNP canvassers asked if I had applied for a postal vote, which I had, and
if I'd filled it in yet. I hadn't, so I went and got it. They moved up closer
to me on the sofa, and the one in the suit put his hand on my leg above the
knee and moved it slowly up towards my crotch. Meanwhile the skinhead placed
his muscular, tattooed soapy-smelling arm around my neck, and with his other
hand played with my nipples thru my shirt.

'If you fill in this voting form now for our candidate, I'm sure we can make
sure you are well satisfied,' whispered the skinhead in my ear, winking and
handing me a black marker pen. 'We don't like homos, but it's the immigrants we
really have a problem with. We can overlook someone being a queer if they are
English and vote for us.'

'That's right,' said the suited BNP member, now blatantly rubbing my cock thru
my jeans. It quickly became rock hard. 'If you vote for us, we'll feed you our
pure white English spunk and then jerk you off.'

This is what at that moment I wanted more than anything; just to drink their
masterful Aryan orgasms, and be jerked off by them. But I knew I had to resist
this blatant seduction. However, it was useless. The suited guy now had my fly
open and had my cock out, gently massaging it, whilst the skinhead had taken
his cock out and was starting to jerk himself off whilst whispering in my ear:
'I'm thinking about my girlfriend, and I'm about to shoot my big thick sweet
wad of sperm. D'ya wanna taste my lust for her? It's up to you, I can shoot it
into a tissue and flush it down the loo, or I can feed it to you. Think of it,
a BNP skinhead's spunky heterosexual orgasm in your mouth! All you have to do
is put a cross there!' He indicated the blank square on the ballot form next to
the BNP candidate.

Still I resisted, but the suited guy moved in for the kill. He put his lips a
hair's breath away from mine, so his Tommy after-shave was overwhelming, and I
could also smell his mint-fresh breath from his mouth. 'Do it, and I'll give
you a deep, French kiss before we both feed you a delicious sperm cocktail. His
heterosexual hot cum and mine, which our girlfriends go crazy for, mixed in
your queer mouth, filling it to overflowing. Think about it!' Oh God, how much
longer could I resist this ultimate temptation?

He was still jerking my cock, but still I resisted. He kissed me anyway, and I
felt all my resistance and strength draining away as his tongue went deep down
my throat. I was overwhelmed by his gorgeous minty/Tommy smells. It made me
feel dizzy, and then he actually spat a big wad of minty chewing gum from his
mouth into mine! I chewed on it eagerly. If his mouth juices tasted so good,
and the two of them smelt so delicious, think what a mind-blowing sensation the
taste of their combined orgasms would be on my tongue! I'd be crazy to try to
resist any longer, I had to submit to their white power!

Next thing the skinhead had stood up, and was wanking his cock an inch from my
mouth. The suited guy stood up next to him, took his cock out and both of them
were jerking off into my face.

'Open your mouth, you queer cunt. You know you want to drink our loads,'
sneered the skinhead. I couldn't resist any longer, so I opened my mouth wide
and both of them shot simultaneously, load after load of delicious, thick,
sweet BNP spunk filling my mouth to overflowing. The suited guy's saliva-soaked
chewing gum in my mouth now became drenched in their combined spunk, and I
chewed it, savoring the minty/spunky flavor. Spunk-flavored chewing gum; it
could be a big-seller!

'Who's spunk tastes best, his or mine?' asked the skinhead. I carefully took
the chewing gum out and then swallowed their loads, stammering thru
spunk-covered lips: 'You both taste delicious. The best cum loads I've ever
tasted. His is more tangy,' indicating the suited guy.'Your's is so thick and
sweet, like double cream'.

'Of course,' sneered the skinhead. 'Pure, unadulterated white man's spunk is
what produced the master race. That's why it tastes so delicious, and why we
look and smell so good! Smell and lick that!' He pulled up his shirtsleeve to
reveal a BNP tattoo incorporating the Union Jack in red, white and blue on his
bulging bicep. I loved the soapy smell and taste as I obediently licked my new
master's upper arm. I was now crazed with lust!

'That's right,' agreed his suited colleague. 'You will learn to worship the
BNP, and us. You will beg for the spunk of any young male BNP member who knocks
on your door. You will pay hard cash for it. You're now our slave; a BNP spunk
junkie, hooked on the stuff. You will do anything for it!'

I knew they were right. Gay men are putty in the hands of handsome masters like
them. They then both grabbed my cock and started playing with it again. They
spat on the head, and rubbed their spit slowly in. They even rubbed some of the
spunk from their cocks on to the tip of mine till it was a spunky, slimey mess.
I was groaning in ecstasy. I was going to cum at any moment. But suddenly they
stopped.

'Put your cross on the ballot paper where we tell you, or we walk out now and
leave you frustrated. We'll only let you cum if you vote for the BNP. But if
you do vote for us, we'll come back every election, and every month if you
become a member and donate to our party funds.'

I was utterly seduced. I had to cum now; I had the taste of their delicious
spunk, chewing-gum and biceps in my mouth, their orgasms in my belly, and I was
filled with crazed lust for them. From hating them for being BNP members, I was
now growing very fond of them, in fact having tasted their sperm I now smitten.
I was actually was falling in love with my new masters and wanted to serve
their every whim. I wanted to be their slave.

I put my cross where they indicated, and true to their word they jerked me off
with their spit and cum, both of them massaging my cock and balls at the same
time. I shot pints. I was in ecstasy, shooting for my new white masters.
'That's right, shoot for the BNP. The BNP will milk you dry whenever we like,'
sneered the skinhead, and I knew he was right. I was their milkcow. They would
milk me for cash, my votes and my spunk whenever they wanted.

They then went over to my sideboard and took a big glass jug out, and the
skinhead said: 'I hope you're thirsty, cos we need a piss now. You look as if
you could do with a nice hot drink to remember us by after we've gone.'

They then filled the big jug with their piss, a disgusting steaming cocktail of
urine for me to drink later. But they stood up and made for the loo.

'This goes down your toilet to be flushed away, unless you sign this BNP
membership form and write out a standing order for 50 a month,' said the
suited guy.

Needless to say I joined the BNP then and there and made out the standing
order. To make sure I didn't cancel it, they, or some other handsome young men
from the Party, come around once a month and give me a good servicing. The jug
of BNP piss was delicious, by the way. I drank it cold, hot, and made tea and
coffee with it. I now get a regular supply of hot, fresh piss and spunk from
all the young BNP guys who knock on my door.

But the strange thing is, when I talked to a young black guy a few doors away,
I found the same thing happened to him, only being black and gay they gave him
the double-whammy. He was humiliated for being a gay member of an ethnic
minority, the son of Jamaican immigrants. He too was persuaded by a gay S&M
scenario to submit to the will of the two handsome BNP thugs, and ended up also
voting for their candidate, signing up to their anti-immigration charter, and
donating money by monthly banker's order. He told me he could not resist after
the two canvassers phoned up for reinforcements, and 20 BNP skinheads came over
and gang-raped him into submission. Now he looks forward to his white masters
coming to gang-rape him every month. He just enjoys white cock so much, and
being their black slave bitch.

When I heard his story, I was so excited I rang Jason, the skinhead who first
knocked on my door with his suited friend Rich. Jason said if I increased my
monthly BNP standing order to £100 a monthly gang-rape would also be arranged
for me. I'm to go to my black neighbor's flat the last Saturday of every month
where they will humiliate and gang-rape both of us, so long as we keep our
donations flowing into BNP funds.

But it is not just political canvassers who knock on our doors and seduce us. A
month later two young American Mormon missionaries turned up on my doorstep.
I've always had a thing about these devilishly handsome, clean-cut young men
with their smart suits, white shirts, ties, shiny black shoes, short blond
hair, black and white name badges (Gary Q. Screwer and Jay A. Cummer) and their
sexy American accents. I invited these two in immediately, because they looked
and smelt like sexy All-American boys, and I wanted them both. I didn't have to
wait long. As soon as they saw the homoerotic pictures on the walls of my flat,
they got the message. Instead of turning on their heels and fleeing, as I
feared, within 30 minutes I was sucking the hot thick spunk out of the cock of
one of them, whilst the other was giving me a good fucking. They never even
took their suits off, but this was a turn on for me as I love young guys in
suits. They too now come back once a month for a long sex session, and
sometimes they send other handsome young Mormon men in twos. So long as I keep
donating to the Church of Latter Day Saints, they keep coming; literally. This
particular Mormon sect believes in bisexual polygamy, so they all have many
partners, both male and female. I enjoy servicing my many Morman 'husbands'
regularly. A wife's duties are never done!

Word gets around, because now all sorts of young men knock on my door, knowing
they can get a blow-job or a quick shag and money as well. Young postmen,
milkmen, even policemen, male paramedics and firemen knock on my door regularly
to shag me, fuck my mouth and walk off with cash in hand. I have to keep plenty
of ready cash handy as I never know when there'll be another knock on my door.

My address is written up everywhere randy men work around here. The local
police station, fire station, even the Territorial Army barracks, as well as
the Mormon Church and the local BNP HQ.  Even the local all-boys college has my
address all over their toilet walls: 'if you want a good shag or blow-job, and
to earn some cash at the same time, visit this queer cunt' followed by my
address. Handsome and horny 18-22 year old students are knocking on my door
several times daily, they can't shoot enough hot college-boy spunk down my
throat. One strapping blond student came 10 times in one day, and gave me a
good feed of his semen each time.

In fact I've taken in so much young spunk at both ends during the last 6
months, I smell of the stuff. Even my friends now call me Spunky because I reek
of the stuff.