Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2015 23:32:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 32

Pervert Phil (part 32)

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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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.

Granted, many of the men looking for fags only wanted to talk but even
those were fun because simply telling someone that I was available to be
raped or beaten or exposed was sufficiently erotic to give me an enormous
erection.  I didn't mind talking to guys who only enjoyed seeing my typed
submission to him on-screen.  Just as soon as it became possible, I put my
picture giving a blowjob in my chat box so that men could see me with a
mouthful of dick while we talked.  I tried very hard to get pictures of me
giving blowjobs where my face showed very clearly; where I could be clearly
seen performing some homosexual act, usually a blowjob, but there have been
a few which showed me naked and being fucked raw in the ass.  Those butt
sex pictures are much harder to take without showing the face of the man
fucking me and it was me I wanted to expose, not them.

Thanks to Yahoo! and a few other not-quite-as-good sites, I was able to
very quickly raise the number of men who used me so that I was averaging
about three men a day for sexual encounters.  Primarily I would meet
someone in a public place for the first time and, if he liked the way I
blew him or fucked him, he was welcome to come here to my home for sex
whenever he wanted, as often as he wanted.  I didn't encourage men to stay
overnight and sleep with me because that implied that I wanted them to
service me; I did not want them to try to satisfy me in any way.  Nor did I
want them to be romantic in any sense of the word.  I wanted men to use me
for sex and that was all that I wanted.

Not long after I began proclaiming to all the world that I was both
homosexual and a masochist, I received a chat request from a woman who
inquired if I had ever submitted to a woman and would I enjoy being
`interviewed' by one.  I responded by saying that I had and that women
tended to be more intensely abusive than men and that I would very much
enjoy being interviewed.  She was from a nearby town and we agreed to meet
at a local Denny's for coffee.  She did tell me that I should only wear one
layer of clothing and that if the first part of the `interview' went well,
that I could expect to be used by her friends during the second phase of
that `interview'.  I walked into the Denny's at the appointed hour dressed
as she had ordered so that I would be easily identifiable to her.

A woman seated in a round booth crooked her finger at me and I strode over
to stand by the table waiting to be invited or ordered to sit down.  It was
four in the morning so the only other visible person in the restaurant was
the older waitress who paid no attention to the only customers in the
place.  The woman neither greeted me or invited me to sit down in the
booth; she simply reached for my zipper and pulled it down and took my
penis out of my pants!  `Keep your hands at your sides, faggot' was the
only thing the woman said.  The waitress chose that particular moment to
look directly at us; a smile slowly spread on her face.  Clearly, the woman
had interviewed other fags here before.

I became quite erect; partially due, of course, to the woman's fondling my
dick but largely as a result of being fully exposed in a public place.  I
hoped they had a security camera recording me standing there with my erect
cock waving around in the breeze.  I kept thinking while she played with it
that she'd send for some black bus boy that I could demonstrate my
cocksucking skills on.  That didn't happen but it was a wonderful fantasy.
Instead I heard the aging waitress approach from behind; she was carrying
an empty coffee cup which she handed to the woman seated at the table and
who held that out so that I would ejaculate directly into it.  The waitress
looked on approvingly while the woman milked me.  In a couple of moments I
shot what is a HUGE load for me (although quite small compared to a real
man) into that coffee cup.  I was handed the cup and ordered to drink my
own semen; something I did almost every time I had an orgasm.  I was most
happy to comply.

The seated woman invited the waitress to put my cock back in my pants but
not zip them up again; the waitress asked `Can I give his nuts a little
squeeze?'  `Of course, Vickie darling!  I know how much you love doing that
to fags.'  They were a team and I was the `raw meat du jour'.  The waitress
said `Try not to pass out, faggot.  Just take the pain like a good boy!'

I was wearing a cockring which made my genitals stick almost straight out;
this made it very easy for the waitress to grip and pull my balls out of my
fly.  At first she only kept increasing the intensity of her grip but soon
she began to twist my balls while still crushing them in her hand.  The
pain was exquisite and I did come close to passing out.  The woman seated
at the table was enjoying watching the contortions of my face but the pain
stopped when a couple of cars pulled into the parking lot and the day-shift
people started coming in.

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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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