Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2015 01:58:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 35

Pervert Phil (part 35)

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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Before she had arrived I had placed an `out' sheet on the desk.  She began
to `introduce' me to her friends by announcing that they would be viewing
me and giving my name and address, my phone number and my e-mail address as
well as inviting them to view my profile on Yahoo!  I was directed to nod
in agreement with each item and, especially, with my willingness to perform
any homosexual act she directed.  To the ladies viewing she promised that
by the end of the session my penis would be quickly turning black and blue
and that she would show me off the following day to prove that she had
succeeded in bruising my penis sufficiently.

She once again invited her friends and acquaintances to write down my name
and address and other information and then carefully typed my name,
address, phone number, e-mail address and Yahoo! user name so that they
would be able to contact me directly.  She then directly invited several
men to come over to my place to use me on camera to both entertain the
others and demonstrate my homosexuality to the viewers.  They were able to
view my genitals and my face during the entire time.  From that point on
she has always referred to me by my full name while I was being used by men
on camera or when she was demonstrating some technique for genital abuse.

To be truthful, dear reader, I do not know at what point being "exposed" to
strangers as a homosexual or a masochist took on the mantle of "eroticism"
for me; I suspect it goes clear back to my mother and her almost-eager
acceptance of my homosexuality.  I know that it was highly erotic having
her know and enjoy what I was but I think it was almost disappointing as
well.  What I do know is that I find standing in front of a man or woman
who finds me disgusting or a pervert and being told that I am truly filth
is every bit as sexually arousing as being ordered to suck some stranger's
cock.  Granted, I am no longer able to withstand physical beatings as I
once did but even verbal abuse has highly erotic overtones.  My need for
exposure and approbation has grown over the years until it has almost
become mandatory in any sexual situation.  In a sense, even this story is a
way of exposing myself for the amusement of or abuse by others.

There comes a point where being widely known publicly as a promiscuous
homosexual simply becomes part of one's persona – something that is as
essential to a sense of well-being as breathing.  When, as happens from
time to time, a faggot like me is in a situation where being found out to
be truly homosexual – or, even more dangerous, a submissive homosexual –
various devices have to be used in order to maintain a false image as a
"regular guy".  Those situations have become so uncomfortable for me that I
seldom put myself at risk any longer.  Make no mistake, I am a homosexual
masochist and there is almost nothing that I won't do where having sex with
men is concerned.

As long as I'm rambling on about risk, I suppose this is as good a place as
any to discuss the 800 pound gorilla in the room.  The "800 pound Gorilla",
in this case, is the disease we call AIDS or it's precursor, HIV.  Being
homosexual almost guarantees that a man runs some risk of becoming infected
with HIV, particularly through having unprotected (raw) anal sex.  I have
neither AIDS or HIV although just why is quite beyond me.  I engage in what
is called `risky' sex with men, particularly anal intercourse, quite
frequently.  I never EVER ask men to use a condom.  By all rights I should
have either gotten infected or died of AIDS years ago; I have not.  I even
get tested at the County Health Clinic frequently and have always tested
negative.

So long as we are discussing the various forms that faggotry takes, let me
digress slightly; I am male – a fag male to be sure – but male.  I am
not a woman nor do I pretend to be a woman.  I have to admit that I find
`gay' men who pretend to be women `trapped in a man's body' or some such
bullshit to be very irritating!  I do not have a "man pussy" – I have an
asshole which I invite men to fuck or sodomize or whatever term you care to
use.  I also have a mouth which I beg men to use and which all of my guys
know they can pump their semen into which I will swallow every time.  To
think of myself as anything other than a submissive male available to
dominant males for homosexual use diminishes the eroticism for me.

I think it is fair to say that if there is any shame that I feel, it has to
be the shame of knowing both what I am and the fact that I have not become
infected with the HIV/AIDS virus in spite of my lifelong practice of
homosexual submission.  In all truth, I have actively tried to become
infected, going so far as to intentionally have men who test positive for
the disease fuck me in my ass raw and inserting a "butt plug" after they
finish so that their infected semen remains in my colon for as long as
possible.  I believe that becoming infected with AIDS is what I am supposed
to do to achieve the ultimate in humiliation!  Still, I continue to test
negative.

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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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