Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2015 22:25:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 27

Pervert Phil (part 27)

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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He told the other fag to hurry up taking his clothes off and, assured that
at least he wouldn't get the crap beat out of him, the other guy did what
he was told.  The black guy dropped his pants and told the older fag to get
behind him and start eating his ass out or he'd beat him up anyway, whether
he wanted it or not.  `Take my dick out of your mouth, white fag boy.  You
need a good beatin' and that's what you're gonna get.'  Then he told me to
take off my shoes too because those were his now.

I bent down to untie my shoes and he kicked me from behind right between my
legs which caught me square in the nuts.  I went sprawling flat on my face
on that roof parking lot only to feel his shoe mash my testicles and my
penis flat in the gritty blacktop.  I briefly screamed only to have him
bend close to my ear and tell me `Don't scream faggot – nobody cares and
it'll be a lot worse.'

 I woke up, still naked, still lying face down on that parking lot roof;
the older white fag that I had taken over the fag position from in the
elevator was still there, still stark naked like me and hovering over me
like he was my long-lost brother crying his eyes out.  Every bone in my
body was screaming out in pain and, while everything hurt, at least I
seemed able to move.  Standing not far off were those two same little old
lady-types who had seen me sucking off the black guy in the elevator; when
I had returned to consciousness what had been somewhat worried looks became
looks of intense amusement.  They resumed the same giggling as before and
were debating between themselves whether I had gotten what I deserved or
not.

I managed, with the help of my fellow fag, to turn over; I did that not
because it felt particularly good but so my heavily bruised and badly
scratched up genitals would be more visible to the two biddies who were
still chattering away between them.  My fellow faggot helped me to stand.
He handed me my car keys and said `He left these for you.  Everything else
is gone.'  I took a few rather shaky steps over to the two little old
lady-types and said `I hope you enjoyed the show, ladies.'  In spite of the
pain, my cock was stiff as I stood there before them.  The slightly older
of the two simply said `It's a pity he let you live, scum.'  My new
semi-friend dragged me away from them and led me to the elevator which took
a very long time to get up to the top floor where we were.  As the door
opened I could see my wallet lying on the floor of the elevator; everything
was in it that should have been there except for the cash.  I was about $25
poorer which wasn't terrible.  His wallet was also there and in about the
same shape as mine had been; he was only out about $10.  We rode down to
the next level and staggered, both of us naked, to my car which wasn't far
from the elevator.  Luckily, overnight parking at that lot was free because
I had no money to pay for it.  The gate was up and there was no attendant
to scream bloody murder about two naked guys in a car driving out.  I
finally got home about five in the morning after dropping off my co-faggot
at his place which was only about a mile from my apartment.  Nobody was
around when I parked my car and semi-staggered naked into my building and
up the stairs to my place.

Almost a year to the day later on a street corner about a block from that
same parking garage, I saw the black guy again.  Not only did I recognize
his face but he was wearing what had once been my shoes.  As I walked
slowly by him I said if he needed some new shoes he knew a great way to get
`em.  I heard him following me as I headed for the parking structure and he
got into the elevator right behind me.  He was really into using white
fags; this time he made me strip for him, stuffed my panties in my mouth
before he fucked me in the ass for a while before sticking that enormous
cock down my throat.  He didn't beat me quite as hard as the first time and
said `You know where to find me when you want more, white boy.'  I never
did pass out but I was just as naked on the rooftop as the first time.  I
must admit, it would have been better if the two little old biddy
fag-haters had been there.

For the next couple of years I practically lived at the shoe store; I never
bought shoes that I didn't think he'd like and I usually only wore them
once.

One day I showed up at the street corner to find some other black guy
standing there.  I casually inquired where the other guy was that always
was there.  He looked me up and down and said `You the faggot who kept him
in new shoes?'  This guy was a lot bigger and looked a lot meaner too.  I
said that I wasn't – I told him that, yes, I was a fag but I'd never
bought any shoes for him.  The guy looked at me a little funny before he
asked if I wanted to suck his cock; I said no, I'd just finished blowing
two guys and I was sorta done for the night.  I started walking toward the
parking structure and was half hoping he'd follow me and rape me good –
he didn't and I had a rather uneventful drive home.

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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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