Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2015 22:42:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 22

Pervert Phil (part 22)

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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When I walked back into Sherri's place she said it was obvious that I
needed draining again.  She put me face down on a fuck bench in the dungeon
and tied me down pretty hard.  She took down one of her favorite whips and
striped my ass up pretty good – it wasn't something I enjoyed much but
she did.  I still got a refreshed erection out of it.  She sat down on her
little milking stool (how appropriate!) and proceeded to masturbate me into
a cup which I then drank down like a sub fag should.

Sherri put the cup back in its convenient little holder just below the head
of my dick and got out one of her quite large collection of testicle
crushers.  She clamped that onto my balls and I was off on another journey
through pain-land.  It had become rather apparent that Sherri would never
even think of castrating me because she enjoyed the pain she could inflict
on my balls far too much to ever have them unavailable.  In all honesty, I
was a little disappointed to realize that.  In all, Sherri milked me four
times that night; after three times there is a great danger of having a
heart attack but I didn't really care.

Earlier in our "relationship" Sherri told me that she knew of several men
like me who were members of something she called a suck circle and she
would have one of them contact me if I'd like because she knew I was
hopelessly homosexual and very promiscuous.  I told her that was fine with
me.  One day at my office a man visited me and told my secretary that he
needed to speak with me about a private matter.  He even went so far as to
shut the door to my private office and proceeded to tell me that he had
been contacted by a mutual female friend and that he wondered if I was
still interested in joining their circle – his emphasis, not mine.  When
I asked if the woman's first name was Sherri he simply nodded yes.

I told him that Sherri had mentioned an organization called a `suck circle'
that was made up of fairly promiscuous homosexuals and asked if that was
what this was about.  Again, he nodded yes.  I asked him if he was in my
office to interview me for membership which brought a third perfunctory
`yes' nod.  I looked him in the eye and said `Well, I certainly am a
promiscuous fag – let's proceed with the interview.'  He unzipped his
pants and took out his dick.  I wish all interviews were like that one!

After he had put his quickly softening cock back in his pants he said `We
have all agreed to share our regulars with each other.  Every regular gets
a list of all of us and we agree to blow them anytime they want with no
questions asked.  You can put any name you want on the list along with a
phone number and address.  That list of all the cocksuckers in our `circle'
is given to all of our regulars so they can get head almost anytime and
anywhere they happen to be.'  It certainly sounded like a great way to get
more cock and I told him I would be very interested in joining the circle.
He asked what name I wanted to use – I wasn't fully `out' at that point
but I gave him my middle name – Eugene – which is sort of
faggy-sounding anyway.  My office address and phone were fine since I was
spending a lot of time there.  He asked about my secretary and would she be
a problem.  I told him that one of two things would happen; either she
wouldn't be any problem at all or the woman who replaced her wouldn't be a
problem.  He left with a smile on his face, his cum in my tummy and a
promise to get me on the list immediately with enough copies to be brought
to me for all of my regulars.  My understanding was that I would blow and
swallow cum for anybody who showed up with a copy of the list.

The first thing I did was to call Sherri and tell her that I had joined the
circle!

The next thing I did was to call my secretary into my office.  Jenny was a
plain looking woman about 32 years old, not bad looking, not good looking,
just a tad pudgy and wearing glasses that were fairly serious correcting
lenses.  I asked her to sit down and said `Jen, you do know that I'm
homosexual, right?'  She said that was what she'd thought but didn't really
know until I'd told her.  I jokingly told her that she had no real reason
to know because she didn't have the equipment I preferred.  If she had had
the right parts I'd have spent a lot of time blowing her instead of working
my ass off.  She laughed at that and said "You gave the guy who was just
here a blowjob, didn't you?"

I said that I had but was curious to know how she knew it.  She said "I
could just tell, that's all.  It's a huge turn-on for me, actually."

I said that from now on, anybody that called asking for Eugene or anybody
that came by wanting to see Eugene was probably looking for a blowjob and
that I was now part of a circle of queers on a list of fags who sucked guys
off whenever they wanted it.

She said that was great and she would certainly help out.  I asked if she'd
like to watch me give head and she said "Yeah but I think it probably
wouldn't go over very well with the guys here to get sucked.  Now if you
had one of those little hidden cameras so I could watch you suck cock up
front on a monitor . . . that would be incredible!"

She told me she'd probably have to bring a change of panties just in case
because she really enjoyed watching.

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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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