Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 01:32:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 19

Pervert Phil (part 19)

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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On the home front, my relationship with Ellen had continued to deteriorate.
I think she felt that I was an interference in her life in that she always
had to think of some lame excuse for being away from home in the evening.
She had no idea that I couldn't have cared less!  The one bright spot was
that we had developed a mutual friendship with a woman named Eve with whom
we played Bridge, went to dinner, etc.  Eve was hardly what one could call
an `attractive' woman; she was short and while not exactly `stocky' had the
largest bosom you could imagine given her overall size.  We enjoyed each
other's company very much and it became pretty apparent to me that Ellen
was encouraging Eve to seduce me.  One evening when Ellen was `away on
business' Eve called and asked if I'd like to go to the local Red Lobster
for dinner.  She caught me just as I was almost out the door headed for the
bookstore to do some serious cocksucking.  Still, I knew dinner would be
over with time left to go play.  I told her I'd be right over to pick her
up.

Eve made small-talk during dinner but as we sat there having a drink
afterwards she said she was becoming concerned for my well-being because
she knew that Ellen was playing around on me.  I looked at her and just
said, "I know.  Doesn't bother me at all."

As we got in my car to head back to her place she said, "I guess maybe I
just don't understand.  You don't seem to play around on Ellen at all."

I had no desire to have Eve hit on me and rather than go through all of the
explanations of everything I simply said, "Eve, I'm a homosexual.  I
thought you knew that."

She got a very strange look on her face and said, "Actually, that was what
I thought but I hadn't been sure about it."

I said it was true and that I was sorry if that was a disappointment to
her.  "It isn't a disappointment at all, darling!  I love homosexual men.
I even like watching homosexual men having sex." Eve said.

That set off a very intriguing line of discussion during which I found out
that Eve was particularly interested in submissive homosexuals as well as
homosexuals who enjoyed pain.  We reached Eve's place and I walked her up
to her door.  She said I was welcome to come over anytime if I felt like
running around naked for her entertainment or if I needed some punishment.
It was certainly as blatant a come-on as I'd ever had and it was a very
attractive idea but I really wanted to do some cocksucking that night
(which I told her I was going to go do and which she approved of.)  I told
her that I probably would need some serious punishment later if she liked
the idea.  She told me to come back later after I was finished giving
blowjobs and she'd be more than happy to `admonish' me.  She knew that
Ellen wasn't going to be coming home that night and that she wouldn't call
either.

I drove out to the bookstore and, after sucking off quite a few guys
including the night manager; I pulled up at Eve's place about one in the
morning.  The lights were on and I knocked on the door.  She must have been
waiting just inside the door.  I probably looked about as horrible as she'd
ever seen me – I'd intentionally had two guys cum all over my face and
hadn't even wiped it off.  It was a tad crusty but I really looked pretty
skanky.

She waved me inside and invited me to `disrobe' – Eve talked like an old
English novel which, I suppose, was part of the eroticism.  In very short
order I stood before Eve stark naked.  She never ever removed her clothes,
probably because she didn't like her own body with her enormous breasts
which I am sure required special brassieres, etc.  That was just fine with
me.  Being totally exposed was something that I had always enjoyed,
particularly in front of women who liked to abuse me.

"So you are gay!"  I very quickly informed her that I truly hated that term
and would much prefer to be called a faggot or a cocksucker or almost any
name for a homosexual that was degrading.

She said that was only right and asked if I enjoyed genital pain.  I told
her that I sincerely hoped that she enjoyed inflicting it!

`More than you can possibly imagine, my dear!'  She wagged her finger in a
`come hither' fashion and guided me into a room just off the living room
which can only be described as a dungeon.  Eve pointed toward a heavily
constructed rack and indicated that I should get on it.  I did as she
wanted and placed my wrists and ankles into the appropriate points of
restraint.  She walked around the rack and fastened each in turn and locked
them.

The wrist restraints were on a moving bar which she then actually ran out
to the full extent that she could.  I wasn't exactly stretched but I sure
wasn't going anywhere.  Eve said that overhead was a video camera and that
she would watch this again soon but that she wanted a full confession of my
homosexuality on tape just so she could blackmail me if it became
necessary!

I became incredibly turned on by that idea (as the tape most clearly showed
since my penis was now quite huge and fully erect.)  I told her everything
including that I'd been a whore, what my name and address were, etc.  Eve
said that, as I could probably imagine, she would get great pleasure in
showing the tape to Ellen.  I said I doubted very much that Ellen would
even care.  I was wrong about that; when she eventually did catch me
sucking a guy off she beat the hell out of me before she left but that's a
tale for telling later, dear reader.

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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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