Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2015 16:11:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com> Subject: Pervert Phil Part 31 Pervert Phil (part 31) 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! –––––––––––––––––––– It took another two months but I finally went shopping for some new shoes. I did stop by the little sex-toy store to let her know that I was okay but I wasn't quite ready for castration so we didn't make any arrangements. Instead, I walked down to the corner and showed off Mr. Nigger's new shoes to him. He must have really liked those shoes; I really liked the way he got them. I realize, dear reader, that these pages must sound like the ranting of a truly suicidal mind and, I suppose, in some senses I was. However, my sexual needs were, and still are, pretty much my reason for living. All of the while I was flirting with having sex with people who really wanted to kill me, I kept right on having sex with men who were only too happy to have access to a willing faggot. I think during the three years that I lived in Royal Oak I managed to average sucking off three guys a day. I finally, after almost a year of looking, found a `suck alley' – actually the first of many suck alleys in Royal Oak – at which I became a frequent visitor. Being just over 50 at that time, I was one of the younger cocksuckers `on the suck line' and, therefore, one of the more popular cocksuckers. On a good night I could almost bet on sucking off ten or twelve guys which certainly more than made up for an occasional slow night at home when I only got one or two. During the late spring to late fall, I probably spent four nights a week on my knees in one suck alley or another. Royal Oak cocksuckers, unlike Taylor cocksuckers, didn't believe in giving away blowjobs for free; $5 got a blowjob. $10 got an ass fuck. Most of the Royal Oak police came around for freebie suck jobs so they were no problem. I lived in Royal Oak for about three years and then decided to move out to the more hilly suburbs. I found an excellent apartment where I still live today. Apart from it's being incredibly scenic around here, what really made this place great was the fact that nobody seemed overly concerned about my being a fag. Being in a more suburban setting does have it's price, however; there are far fewer suck alleys around here and the area's residents are far more closeted about their homosexual sides which works in my favor since I am very `out' as we say. One of the benefits of being a widely known cocksucker is that it attracts the more kinky faggot devotees as well as the fag hags. Northville is not one of the larger suburbs; most people have no idea where it is! Through constant effort I think I've become the town cocksucker. Nobody bothers me and the cops leave me alone. It is rather ideal. I discovered shortly upon moving to this area that one of the favorite haunts of homos and our admirers/users/etc. was a stretch of road which lead into the county park. A walk down that road anytime between one and five in the morning was almost certain to result in either an invitation to suck a cock flashed by somebody or a taunt by some drunk who thought it his duty to cast scorn upon any and all homos. Either was fine with me; I sucked any dick flashed and nearly as often told drunks that I was in fact queer and asked them not to kill me. I was fortunate in working alone in an office where I could sit with a bruised face all day without attracting much attention. Setting myself up for being raped and beaten was my favorite activity; one which I enjoyed because of the submissiveness and degradation. I went so far as to invite men I knew would beat me and rape me to my home so they could take their time doing it. Almost as soon as I finished unpacking in my new home, I purchased a brand new personal computer. It was hardly the first system I'd owned; more like the twelfth in a series (the system upon which this tale of faggotry and degradation is being written is number eighteen in that series) but it was almost the beginning of the Age of the Internet and I was finding web sites which seemed to indicate that I was not alone in my submissive homosexuality. More to the point, I was finding men all over the world who wanted men to use them for sex and sadism. Within a year my little area got fibre-optic cable and broadband; always on, access to the internet. Shortly (a matter of days) after that I discovered the wonders of Yahoo! and it's relative anonymity. I obtained a user name (headguy_00) which I have used ever since and developed a `profile' which could be viewed by anyone. Over the years since that time I have made my profile increasingly more blatant and exposed myself as a homosexual to an increasing degree. Once Yahoo! made the posting of a photograph possible in the `profiles' section, I put one of me sucking upon some guy with a relatively large cock right there on my profile for the world to see. Anybody, anyplace could look that up and see me sucking dick at anytime. It was the best way to scream `I am a faggot! And I don't care who knows it!' that I'd ever found. It was delicious! That profile is still on Yahoo! even though Yahoo! has become somewhat less welcoming to queers. For a very long time Yahoo! had what were called `user rooms' which were a chat utility that users could create independently of Yahoo!'s control; they very quickly evolved into rooms like `Michigan Cocksuckers' and `Southeast Michigan – Looking To Suck'. Queers like me could go into one of those chat rooms and type in some sort of message that effectively said `Fag in your area needs to have his face fucked – pm me to meet' and shortly would get a private message wanting to know more or where you were or how good you were at sucking cock, etc. You could troll for men without leaving the comfort of your living room; it was certainly the best thing that ever happened to submissive queers like me. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org