Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 01:14:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 14

Pervert Phil (part 14)

This story traces the life of Phil, now deceased.  His life was filled with
perversion, which he enjoyed tremendously and freely shared with me.  This
series contains content that some will find offensive, so you may wish to
skip some parts.  Phil took many risks, and was fortunate to survive his
many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you not to follow
his example!

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I must confess, dear reader, that I really tried very hard to be a good
husband – didn't even suck one little dick for about one week.  However,
I'm a homosexual; I've always been a homosexual and there was no denying it
to myself.  I even had to think about sucking cock in order to get hard
enough to fuck Ellen.  Her attitude toward fags was pretty provincial if
not downright catholic!  Sharing my faggotry with her didn't seem like a
great idea at first and if I even broached the subject she went into
overdrive `snit'.  I finally connected up with another fag who was also a
sub cocksucker and he introduced me to quite a few guys who liked using
married fags.  He was also very turned on to know that I had once been a
fag whore and we had a lot of fun prowling the various suck joints
together.  I wasn't quite keeping up with Mary's `suck at least one cock
every day' rule but it wasn't for lack of trying.  I became a regular at an
"adult arcade" and I would usually manage to go there every Saturday (and
sometimes again on Sunday) and get on the suck line.

Fortunately, Ellen either didn't like sex much or didn't like me much so
she never saw the bruises and other evidence that I'd been playing.
However, I think she must have been determined to screw up my life somehow;
the way she found was to develop a burning desire to go live in the
mountains where she could practice her profession at some dinko hospital
someplace.  She told all her friends it was so we could raise a family!
HA!  She never said that to me and she hadn't gotten any hornier either.

However!  Faggots will find a way under even the most trying of
circumstances.  We met and became friends with a couple who owned a `lodge'
which was quite popular with the folks down in the flatlands.  They had a
bar and restaurant and rooms which they rented out for weekends.  It was a
very nice place and we visited there a lot.  As it turned out, the couple
had a rather checkered history and the woman had actually been a prostitute
in Hawaii for several years.  She was also a semi-lesbian.  We were both
out there one night; Ellen was over schmoozing some barfly and I was
sitting at a table by myself when Sherri (the semi-lesbian co-owner) came
over and sat down with me.  We made a little small talk and she asked me –
out of the blue – if I was gay!  I guess I'd learned my lessons a little
too well when Mary owned me.

I just looked at her and said, "What makes you think that?"

She laughed and said that she knew that I knew she liked to eat pussy and
that it takes one to know one.  I laughed and then admitted that I really
preferred to suck cock.  She said it was okay, that she wouldn't say
anything to anybody but it was nice to know that she wasn't alone up there
in the wilderness.

For a time after that, Sherri would come and chat me up whenever we came
out to the lodge for dinner or drinks.  She liked to hear stories about my
little trips down to the valley during which I would always try to find
somebody who needed a blowjob.  I even picked up hitchhikers and blew them
off on a side road sometimes.  It was a huge turn-on for Sherri to hear
about that stuff and I always got a hard-on when I was telling her about my
latest adventure in faggotry.  She liked that and always stroked my cock
through my pants if it was out of sight of the rest of the people in the
place.  As time went on I told her more of my history including the fact
that I was a real sub who liked being used for a cumpig cocksucker and
liked being tied up and abused.  Sherri even confided to me that my
charming wife was standing up at the bar getting felt up by half the guys
in town.  I sort of liked that!  I told Sherri that was just fine with me.
It certainly diminished any guilt I might have felt about being a
cocksucker who didn't like pussy at all.

After we had lived in the mountains for about a year, Ellen came home one
day and told me that she had to attend a 2 week training seminar in Nevada.
As the day for her departure approached, we went out to the lodge for
dinner one evening and Ellen left me at the table while she tried to find
guys at the bar who liked sticking there hands inside her pants and blouse
to cop feels.  Sherri wandered over to the table and told me that she'd
just heard that Ellen was going to be gone for two whole weeks.  I said
that was correct and that maybe I would be taking more trips down to the
valley to find guys to blow.

Sherri said, "Maybe I have a better plan if you're interested."

I said that I was open to just about anything and she said that the entire
lodge had been rented the following weekend to a group from northern
California and she knew that they were all queer and would I be interested
in being the house faggot for the weekend?  It would be a private party
kind of thing and I could suck cock right in the bar if I wanted to!  I got
so hard my dick damn near burst out of my pants.  I very quickly agreed
that it sounded excellent to me and she said that if I wanted her to, she
could even whore me out to somebody as part of the room rent.  This was
going to be some major fun.  I asked her if she needed me to bring any
special toys and she said they had a rather large supply of them.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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