Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 18:24:54 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Wealth Has Its Privileges

WEALTH HAS ITS PRIVILEGES

BY:  MOORE

Chapter One

Thanks to Oscar, my playboy step-father who had the good sense to
be born to wealth, and my late mother, who had the good fortune to
be born beautiful and to marry Oscar when I was a toddler...and the
bad fortune to die when I was six, I have every material thing a
seventeen year old boy could want.  Thanks also to Oscar, who got
me laid when I was fourteen, I have a rich man's attitude about
people and sex.  Wealth has its privileges...in case you didn't
know.  Oh, and thanks to Stevie Radcliff, an effeminate freshman
I took under my wing, I have my own boy toy.

Stevie's a good kid, cute as a button and not much bigger, who's
into faggy stuff like art and ballet.  He swooned the first time I
spoke to him and now he follows me around and does my bidding like
a faithful puppy. I treat him like a piece of shit most of the time,
use him for laughs, but he loves me anyway.  Friendless fag that he
is, Stevie keeps coming back for more no matter what I ask him to
do...no matter how degrading or humiliating.

"I love you, Larry," he volunteered out of the blue one night when
he was playing the latest video games on my bedroom computer and I
was complaining about my latest girlfriend.

"The cunt won't suck my cock, Stevie."  A lie of course, but the
fag didn't know it.  "Fucks like a bunny but she won't go down on
my dick and I love a good blow job.  I'm gonna dump her and find a
new girlfriend that loves me and is willing to show it."

That's when he told me that he loved me, the pitiful little queer,
and asked if I really liked him.

"Sure I like you," I said with a smile.  "Why else would I take
you to so many neat places, like today's ballgame, and risk my
reputation by spending so much time with a...freshman?"

Stevie got up from the computer and came over to the foot of my
bed. "Then I'm like your boyfriend, right?"

No one can say I forced the little queer into doing anything he
didn't want to do.  I led him to the water (read cock), sure, but
I didn't make him drink (read suck).  "Yeah, Stevie, you're like
my boyfriend," I said, spreading my legs and looking at my crotch.
"Jesus, I'm horny.  Too bad you're not a...."

Didn't take the fruit cake but a second to reveal what he tried
so hard to conceal from me and from everyone else at school.
"I'll suck your cock, Larry, if you want me to."

Well, now that the cat was out of the bag, the genie was out of the
bottle and Stevie the homo was out of the closet...it was time to
have some fun with the fairy. "Jeez, Stevie, I don't know if..."

"Please."

"Please what?" I said, as if I didn't know.  I wanted him to beg a
little, bare himself literally and figuratively, sell me his soul
before I let him swing on my meat.

"Please let me, you know, suck your cock. I really want to show you
how much I love you."

I toyed with him a bit longer, until the words queer, faggot and
cocksucker came out of his own mouth, his clothes were in a pile
on the floor at his feet and his fairy boy prick was stiff with
excitement. The pure joy on the faggot's face as he undressed me
dimmed a bit when he saw the size of my equipment.

"It's so big," he said, crinkling his nose at the smell.

Nine inches exactly, not including the half inch or so of droopy
foreskin which collects all kinds of gunky shit during the course
of the day.

"Take only as much dick as you can, Stevie," I told him with the
same straight face, same comforting tone of voice I use with any
new bitch seeing my whopper cock for the first time.  It was a lie
of course, same as it always is. Stevie's throat, like a virgin's
cunt, was going to be sore for a day or two.

Stevie gagged when my foreskin rolled back and the whole day's
accumulation of congealed sweat, piss and cocksnot oozed out and
coated his tongue. Warm shit couldn't taste or smell any worse than
the chunky disgusting mess in his mouth. I let him suck on the head
after he swallowed, to get my juices flowing, then eased my prick
further into his pussy boy mouth.

"We're going all the way to my pubes pussy boy," I said as my dick
head reached the top of his throat and beyond.  He was hurting bad.
The pain brought tears to his eyes, but he wanted my dick in his
cunt mouth and that's why Stevie, a fag boy, was a better cocksucker
than the girls who gave me head.

The final inch was a bitch on wheels, what with his arms and legs
flailing about and trying to breathe with the snot running from his
nose. Stevie's ears paid a painful price, but the fag took it. Nine
hard inches of prime tube steak was buried balls deep in one of his
places where the sun don't shine.  "That's a good boy, Stevie," I
said, stroking his tear stained face to settle him down.  "It won't
hurt so much next time."

He looked up at me with love in his moist puppy dog eyes and made a
few gurgling sounds which felt terrific all along the length of my
cock.  I could have stayed that way for hours, maybe in his mouth
all night, especially when Stevie started to play with my balls. But
I had a fag's pussy mouth to fuck and fill with a big load of cum.

Stevie took his mouth fucking well.  Bobbing his head up and down
to match my thrusts, taking me deep at times, then sucking just the
head as I emptied my nuts into the queer.  "Swish the cum around in
your mouth before you swallow," I instructed.  "Taste good, huh?"

He did even better with the second blow job which we finished in
front of a mirror so the fairy could see what he looked like on his
knees with a dick in his fag mouth and cum all over his cocksucker
face.


Chapter Two

I'm not gay, far from it, Oscar's already paid to abort three girls
I knocked up this past year alone because I absolutely refuse to
wear a rubber when I'm in the saddle.  Ruins the fuck in my opinion.
Any young cunt that won't let me ride her bareback, fill her pussy
with sperm, can find another guy to take her to rock concerts in a
chauffeured limousine and for moonlight cruises on Oscar's eighty
foot yacht.  Fuckin' twats should be on the pill by the time they're
sixteen anyway.

Poverty sucks and so does Stevie Radcliff whenever I need to get
my rocks off and there's no pussy around to take of my frequent
hardons. I've got a big dick and a set of over active baby makers
which tend to leak if not emptied at least three times a day. I will
not put up with the discomfort of a boner, which ruins the line of
my hand tailored slacks, and even one tiny drop of precum or semen
leaves a permanent stain in my silk bikinis which are custom made
for me in France.  Ten minutes in Stevie's mouth in the morning and
again at noon, and I'm usually good until school is over at three
when I can screw my current girl friend in the back seat of my car.

Stevie came in handy a couple of weeks before Christmas when the
little twat I'd been banging since Halloween announced that she was
pregnant.  Oscar gave me a grand for her abortion and asked me to
cool it until May.  It wasn't the money, Oscar lights his Cuban
cigars with hundred dollar bills.  He was spending the next four
months at sea with a couple of big breasted bimbos, in the South
Pacific, and the abortion doctor was going with him.  No sex for
four months, blow jobs only? No fucking way.

Stevie squealed like a baby piglet the first time I popped open his
cherry ass with my cock.  He screamed and cried, clawed at the bed
sheets, but I got eight inches into the fairy and had one of the best
orgasms of my life.  The cum exploded out of my balls, lubing his
boy pussy for the last inch of my dick.  "Please no more, Larry,"
he whimpered, closing his legs when I rolled him on his back to
dick him again.

"I thought you loved me, Stevie?" I said with hurt in my voice.
"Guess I was wrong."  Turning away I added, "Maybe you should go
home and we shouldn't see each other anymore."

Cunts and faggots are so damn predictable that it almost makes me
laugh to torment them the way I do. Stevie begged me to come back
to bed.  "I do love you, Larry, please fuck me some more."

Wealth and power turn me on even more than sex.  My boy toy's
legs were spread wide open when I turned back to the bed.  Before
fucking his pussy ass, though, I had to exert my power over the
queer with yet another humiliating act. "Gotta piss before I fuck
you," I said, straddling his head. "If you love me, Stevie, you'll
drink my piss."

He sputtered and gagged, but didn't spill a single drop of piss as
I emptied my full bladder into his mouth.  Back in the saddle, I
told the little queer to guide me into his pussy.  "Wrap your legs
around my waist, baby doll, and let's fuck."


Chapter Three

Wealth has its privileges and I didn't mind spending a few bucks to
play god, make Stevie over into my own image of what a fag should
look like.  His head was totally fucked up, just the way I wanted,
it was time to change his physical appearance. A spiky hairdo with
pink highlights and reshaped eyebrows made his face more feminine
than it already was.  The flaming and gaping fag hairdresser who
worked on him suggested a complete body waxing as an alternative to
shaving his pits, pubes and legs. Stevie protested briefly, but
went along when I told him how much more I'd like him if his body
was hairless and smooth like a girl.

He cried a little when they stripped him naked at the tattoo parlor,
the colorful butterflies on his ass and thighs came out quite nice,
and cried a lot when his nipples were pierced, the little rings
inserted and soldered permanently shut. He was all cried out, thank
god, when the silver rings went into his earlobes and belly button,
and the matching ring was locked around his baby smooth balls and
hairless little pecker.  I left a shell shocked Stevie standing in
front of a mirror, tugging on his nipple rings, and went out front
to settle the bill.

"Good looking kid," the owner commented as I handed him my platinum
credit card and he handed me the chain that came with the cock ring.
"Is he gay?"

I nodded once, a bit surprised at the question. Who else but a fag
would wear a cock ring.  I nodded again when he asked if Stevie was
mine.

"You plan on showing him?"

"What do you mean, show him?  Where?"

"At Manhandlers on Hudson Avenue.  Tuesday night is gay boy night.
Sweet pussy boy like yours, naked on stage with his new tattoos and
hardware, he could win the hundred dollar first prize easy."

Naked on a stage, Stevie would turn red with humiliation, I thought
as I signed the charge slip and pushed it back.  What a kick.

"He is pussy, isn't he? The judges will be fucking him in addition
to rating his skills as a cocksucker, and cherries are not allowed
to compete."

"I've been screwing his ass, sure," I said, pocketing my charge card
and the chain before heading towards the back to pick up my boy.
"I'll think about showing him."

Stevie was just where I had left him only now he was fiddling with
his cock ring.  "It doesn't come off," he whimpered.  "The nipple
rings either...and the tattoos."

"They're not supposed to come off."

He started to shake all over when I said that and tiny beads of
sweat broke out on his upper lip. "How will I go to school?"

I was about to stain a pair of silk bikinis with precum, but the
terror on the faggots face was worth it.  "Same as always, Stevie."

"But everybody...the boys and the girls, Larry, everybody will laugh
at me.  Everybody will think that I'm...I'm..."

"A fag, Stevie?" I said, opening my zipper to relieve the pressure
in my crotch.  "Look at what you made me do.  These bikinis are
ruined.  Least you can do is crawl over here and suck the cum out
of my balls before you make me ruin my slacks too."

The little queer actually apologized before taking my dick in his
mouth.  I let him suck for a few minutes, glad to see his little
pecker all stiff with excitement, then bent him over a chair and
fucked the shit out of him.  I used his shirt to clean off my dick
and big hearted guy that I am, I let him almost cum before slapping
his hand away and attaching the chain to his cock ring. We had
clothes shopping yet to do.

The little faggot was so used to being naked when he's with me that
he didn't realize he had nothing on until his bare feet hit the
sidewalk outside the store. The fruit cake nearly yanked the chain
out of my hand when he suddenly stopped short.  The hurt to his
tightly ringed nuts must have been awful.

"No clothes, Larry," he croaked from his knees.  "Naked."

"The car's just around the corner."

There was nobody on the street...unfortunately. Humiliating a fag
is so much fun. Stevie noticed that too so he hurried me along to
the car and scrambled inside with a big sigh of relief.  I let the
faggot enjoy his tiny victory for a moment, then I put the Jaguar's
top down and drove very slowly to Homosexuality, the next stop on
our make over shopping spree.

"Turn around on the seat, Stevie," I said, suddenly feeling horny
all over again.  "Let me see that sweet pussy of yours."

"Do you love me, Larry?"  He said as he turned, "even though I'm a
faggot?  Do you want me to suck you some more?  Drink your piss?
I love you so much."

I turned off the main road onto a quiet side street. The love word
came out of my mouth as I coasted to a stop.  I meant it too I
realized as I leaned over and kissed the butterfly on his butt.
Wealth has its privileges so I kissed his little balls too, then
turned him around and took his stiff little cock into my mouth.

What the fuck was I doing with a fag's prick in my mouth?  Hell of
a good question and I had no answer.  I sucked Stevie's cock like
a man possessed and almost creamed my pants when Stevie shot off in
my mouth. His cum was warm, creamy and unfuckingly good. The salty,
pungent taste was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I loved it.
Each spurt left me hungry for the spurts of semen to come.

I drove back to the main road determined never to do that again. I
was a stud, not a queer like Stevie who was born to be a cocksucker.

I could have parked in front of Homosexuality, an exclusive and
very expensive shop, but then I would have missed the pleasure of
listening to Stevie beg me not to make him leave the car naked and
watching his face turn beet red with embarrassment as I lead him
down the street that was filled with Christmas shoppers.  He was
still my pussy boy despite the blow job.

"Welcome to Homosexuality," a bare chested blond boy said over the
loud Christmas music as we entered the shop.  "Don will be your
salesfag today. He'll be with you shortly."

We had to wait quite a while until another pretty blond boy with a
ring in nose and a pronounced bulge in his pink hot shorts swished
his way towards Stevie. "Hi, I'm Don, your salesfag, how may I help
you?"

Don was fawning all over my cocksucker like he'd never seen a naked
kid before.  Stevie was hard again and I was jealous.  One blow job
and I wanted to get down on my knees and suck my pussy boy's dick
again. I took off all my clothes to the dying strains of Jingle
Bells and moved closer to the two fags who were tongue fucking each
other's mouths.  I sank to my knees and stuck my face in Stevie's
pussy boy ass to get his attention.

Deck The Halls With Boughs of Holly was just beginning when Don and
and a bunch of other faggots joined hands and formed a circle around
Stevie and myself.

"How may I help you?" Don said with his eyes fixed on my drippy
erection.

In the spirit of the season I waited to answer until the song reached
just the right part. I kissed Stevie and sang out, "Fa la la la...Don,
we need some gay apparel."

Merry Christmas to all us gay boys, everywhere.