Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2015 18:27:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 24

Pervert Phil (part 24)

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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This aside is probably best addressed to Yahoo, Inc.  When Yahoo Messenger
burst upon the scene very shortly after the Internet itself became a viable
means of communication, YM very shortly became the best thing that ever
happened to queers like me.  Or queers in general, for that matter.  It was
almost the ideal communication tool; you could go into a chat room selected
for it's content (faggotry) or by location (faggotry in Michigan) and
proclaim both your preferences and your location and sooner or later you
would find someone who shared both.  It was an easy thing to set up a
`meet'.  However, it was not to last; pedophiles apparently began prowling
the net looking for young prey.  Eventually, Yahoo did away completely with
the user rooms and began very tightly controlling what could be said in the
more general Yahoo rooms.  Our best means ever to connect with
similarly-minded guys disappeared overnight.  Yes, alternatives to the
Yahoo user rooms were found but none were as good or as easy to use.

I suppose the one bright spot in all of the Yahoo mess was that they also
got rid of the user rooms being occupied by those screaming religious whack
jobs, the nearly-as-loud right wing fools and other socially dysfunctional
folks.  Behind every cloud, etc. etc. etc.  Rumor has it that they also got
rid of the user rooms for model railroaders.  Tsk.

My very first encounter with a lady of sadistic bent who was not a "pro",
happened almost immediately after I moved into my first apartment.  Among
the building occupants she had a reputation as a "dyke".  In and of itself
that was intriguing and I caught her in the hallway one day and introduced
myself as the new fag in the building.  Her name was Eva and she was nearly
as immediate to identify herself as a lesbian as I was to tell her I was
queer.  She invited me up for coffee and we sat there bemoaning the
difficulties of being queer in a place like Michigan.

We discussed how we both came to be "perverts" and I told her some of my
adventures in California, both in sucking cock and in submitting to ladies
who enjoyed tormenting fags.  She found both to be erotic and the latter
struck her as extremely erotic.  She stood and motioned for me to follow
her into her spare bedroom; she showed me her version of the same sort of
dungeon that I had enjoyed being tortured in at Sherri's in Modesto.

"Was her place anything like mine?" she asked.

I glanced around the room and said "Very similar."

She could see that I had become quite erect although I hadn't removed any
clothes.  I was wearing a cockring which enhanced the bulge of my erect
penis against my trouser leg; she reached and fondled it through my
clothing.

"It feels like this needs some punishment" she said.

I agreed and she asked if I'd ever been "nterviewed" before.  I told her
about the session with Sherri years ago and she said that she hadn't ever
seen that tape but she would very much enjoy having one to share with her
friends.

I said anytime she wanted to interview me would be excellent.  She said I
should show up at her door stark naked at exactly one in the morning and
she and possibly a few friends would be delighted to videotape an interview
with her faggot neighbor!  We negotiated a bit so that she understood and
agreed that I would not have to perform any oral or other sex for her or
her lady friends and she said "But you agree to do any guys who I tell you
to, right?"

I told her that went without saying.  "You don't embarrass easily, do you?"
Eva asked.

I told her that being "outed" was something I enjoyed and that she was more
than welcome to do it anytime.

At one in the morning I stood absolutely naked outside Eva's door.  My only
possession was a single key which would let me back into my own apartment
downstairs.  I rang her doorbell and stood there waiting and when she
finally opened the door I simply handed the key to her and told her what it
was.  She promised that she probably wouldn't lose it.  I could see several
ladies seated in her living room as well as two men who looked me up and
down pretty thoroughly.  This promised to be a fun night.  She fastened a
collar around my neck and snapped a leash to the collar before dragging me
into the center of her living room.

"This is my submissive faggot neighbor guys!  Everybody say hello to Philip
S---- the Cocksucker!"

The giving out of my name to everyone made me hard as a rock and several of
the guests pointed that out; the men fondled my dick.  I was almost
dripping pre-cum as she led me into the spare bedroom.  Her other guests
followed close behind and one of the women took up a position which
permitted her to videotape me full length in the nude as I climbed onto the
slightly sloping rack and waited for Eva to clamp my wrists and ankles into
position.  It was grand being surrounded by complete strangers as I lie
there naked on the rack being videotaped as I described myself and my
history.  At the end of the "interview" taping session my hostess grasped
my cock and milked it dry and fed me what little cum I produced.  A fresh
new tape was in the video camera and the woman was more than happy to
record all of the milking and cum-drinking and my being "forced" to suck
both of the guys off while I was still tied into the rack position.

It was almost 4:30 in the morning when Eva released me from the rack and
handed me the key to my apartment.  "That was wonderful faggery there.  I
hope you want more?"

I asked her if she would like to watch me suck off more guys because I
would be more than happy to have her do that.  Then I told her that I
hadn't seen anything in her dungeon that I didn't want used on me.  She
told me that watching one man fuck or suck another got her off better than
any other sex and that if I was willing to be the sub fag for her and her
friends, she could assure me of a steady supply of men.  That got me hard
again and I had a rather stiff cock walking back down the stairs to my
place.  Eva and her friends kept me well supplied with men who enjoyed
fucking fags in front of ladies as long as I remained living there.

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To be continued ...

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

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