Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2015 10:13:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 3

Pervert Phil (part 3)

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 survived his
many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you not to follow
his example!

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Not long after I discovered that I was queer and that I liked being sort of
raped by guys, I discovered that there were a lot of fags like me who liked
being told to suck guys off.  At that time, there were "suck alleys" in
almost every town and I managed to find several of them.  Being a kid, I
had to ride my bike to get there but it was always worth it.

Imagine how erotic it would be to go to a suck alley to get blown and
discover a very pretty thirteen year old boy waiting on his knees?  I was
that kid and I loved having guys fuck my face good!  At the age of 13 I
could suck off 5 or 6 guys and be grateful for every load of cum!

I actually encountered a number of `Fag Hags' during the early years of my
active homosexual life including my mother who most especially enjoyed
having a faggot for a son.  However, the concept of punishment for being a
filthy homosexual waited a couple of years and then showed up in a most
interesting way.

One day when I was about 15 I had decided to walk to the store through the
`green belt' as we called it – it actually ran almost 5 blocks down to
the little shopping center – and I saw a girl I had known all my life
sitting on one of the benches.  I waved and strolled over to say Hi to her.
Cynthia was her name as I recall.  We made the usual small talk about
school and summer vacation coming soon, the weather and how parents didn't
really understand us at all, etc. etc.

Suddenly and completely out of the blue, Cynthia said that when she was
younger she used to fantasize about meeting me out in the park at night to
"you know – play" with a clear gesture toward her breast.  "But then I
found out that you like boys!"

Wow!  Cynthia knew that I was queer?  A whole host of questions came into
my head like "how does she know?" and "what does she think of me now?"
Being a kid and reasonably guileless, I asked her how she knew that.
"Everybody knows you're a fag!  It's true, isn't it?  You suck it?"

I was struck speechless!  Everybody knew?  Wow!  I felt like the heavens
had waited all this time to open up and cast me into the nether regions of
hell!  I also felt something like it must feel to be getting an Oscar!
Finally I managed to stammer out a rather pathetic-sounding "yeah".

My discomfort was pretty obvious so she followed up with "How can you do
that?  Isn't it dirty???"  All I could say was "yeah – I guess it is."
She just looked at me for a while and then said that somebody should punish
me every time I did it.

I should note here that I was wearing my short shorts.  It became very
obvious that I liked the idea of being punished for my faggotry!  Cynthia
noticed it too; "somebody should smack that thing with a belt a few times"
she said as she pointed toward the head of my now very visible erection.

Physical pain wasn't something that I had much experience with although my
mother had crushed my cock pretty hard a few times while she "milked" me
into her drink.  I liked it when she did that.

I just looked at Cynthia and asked if she would like to punish me for being
a fag.  She said that she would but she didn't have a belt with her and it
was obvious that I didn't either.  "Why don't you find a nice stick or
something?" she said.  By now my penis was so rigid that it was pulling the
leg of my shorts up so it could stick straight up in the air which had the
side benefit of exposing my testicles.  Cynthia had an excellent view of my
genitals!  "Go find a good stick right now" she said.  It had the quality
of a command which made me even harder.  I started rooting around
underneath the bushes and found a rather hefty branch that had dropped off
something.  It was a couple of feet long and about ½ inch thick; it
looked like it would hurt bad!  Cynthia smiled when I handed it to her and
told me to take off my shorts and not to scream.  Then she stuffed as much
of my shorts in my mouth as she could and told me to put my hands behind my
back and not to move them no matter how bad it hurt!

After a few very intense strikes on my penis with the branch it became more
than obvious that Cynthia was really enjoying herself; she opened up her
blouse and began feeling herself up.  The pain in my cock was incredibly
erotic.  She had hit me about 10 times and she paused.  I begged her to
keep going.  Not only had I not moved my hands at all, I was almost ready
to climax!  She nodded and hit my penis particularly hard.  After only a
few more strikes with the branch I shot semen all over the place!  When
that happened Cynthia got a peculiar look on her face and then convulsed
with her own climax!

After a moment or two Cynthia's eyes came back into focus.  She saw that I
was still standing there with my hands behind my back and my shorts stuffed
into my mouth.  "More?" she said.  I shook my head `no' and she stood up
and took the shorts out of my mouth before caressing my now-softening cock.
She said it looked like I had enjoyed it to which I said that I hoped she'd
want to play like that again sometime.

I had created a monster!  Cynthia told me that she would be coming back to
that same place at midnight that night and I had better be there and be
naked when she got there.  She hinted that if I didn't show up that my
homosexuality was going to be known all over town.  That didn't bother me
nearly as much as it might have since she already knew which meant that
quite a few others knew as well.

I spent much of that evening in my room – not naked because my father
was home but nursing a very sore penis that still got erect no matter how
much it hurt.  Fortunately, my parents were early-to-bed types so about
11:30 I tiptoed down the stairs with my shoes off.  I was only wearing my
short shorts and a `T' shirt – I slipped the shoes on and snuck out of
the house.  Finding my way to the bench in the green belt was easy –
every kid learned those by heart even if they didn't use `em for much.  I
got there and stripped off everything and then decided to bunch my stuff up
and hide it in the bushes so I'd be real good and naked when Cynthia
arrived.  She showed up exactly at midnight by my guess, and she wasn't
alone.

Strolling through the park with Cynthia was Tom, the kid I'd been sucking
off since that day out in the woods!  She had his pants open and was
playing with his erection.  Cynthia was clearly a slut!  The two of them
sat down on the concrete bench and Cynthia simply snapped her fingers and
pointed at his dick – I knew what I was being told to do and it made me
even harder.  Without saying anything I got on my knees in front of him and
took his penis into my mouth.  The kid said "I told you he was a fag,
didn't I?" as I took all of his dick into my mouth and stroked him with my
lips.  Cynthia was busy taking off her blouse and kissing him while I
sucked him off.  She managed to say "shoot your jizz in his fag mouth"
between kisses and having her breasts fondled.

It didn't take all that long to get Tom to shoot his semen in my mouth.  I
took all of it and kept sucking to drain him – he always wanted me to do
that when he'd visit me in my bedroom.  Cynthia watched him and even
stroked his penis a few times to milk him dry.  She demanded that I show
her his semen on my tongue before she told me to swallow it.  The kid was
pretty out of it having just shot a load of semen in my mouth but Cynthia
told me to stand there in front of her until Tom left, which he did once he
recovered from his rather intense climax.  He knew what she planned to do
to me and he didn't want to watch.

"You really are a pussy fag, aren't you?"  I could only respond that I
supposed that I was.  "I just watched you suck a guy's dick!  That makes
you a fag and you better start admitting it!"

I said, "yeah, I'm a fag".

Cynthia, being only fifteen, had not yet fully developed her sadistic
tendencies nor had I realized just how masochistic I am.  Never-the-less,
like most dominant women she found inflicting pain on submissives to be
very erotic.  She wasn't disappointed that night or on numerous occasions
afterwards.  She also understood that forcing a homosexual to perform oral
sex on a woman is one of the most sadistic things she could do.  I
absolutely hated it!  But I did it because if I didn't I was pretty sure
that she would start cutting things off!  At least, that was what she
threatened to do.

Today, of course, the only women I will have anything to do with are women
who know that I'm queer and likes abusing fags.  There are quite a few of
them.  When I am involved with a woman I absolutely adore her because I
know that she will use me sadistically.

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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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