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!

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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.

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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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