Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2015 15:53:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 37

Pervert Phil (part 37)

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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I think the one thing that has both surprised and disappointed me is that I
have never become infected with HIV/AIDS.  I feel that I should have given
what I am and the promiscuity with which I pursue sex with men.
Never-the-less, I have not.  I do get tested every two weeks and the nurses
at the clinic know that I am a highly promiscuous homosexual.  They have
told me that it is possible that I am immune to the disease; I have told
them that I have actually been trying to get it.  That is where the
`disappointment' part comes in.  I realize that by admitting that I am
actively trying to get infected, that I am to some degree actively pursuing
a suicidal course.

Frankly, time takes its toll and I have absolutely no desire to get so old
that I no longer enjoy sex or fall prey to any of the various ills that can
incapacitate the elderly.  Since nobody gets out of this alive, I may as
well check out doing something that I like!

At this point, dear reader, I should like to make it very clear that I do
not recommend that anyone `vollow in mine vootschtops' as Ken Mars said in
Young Frankenstein.  What is erotic for me could be pure hell for another.
Frankly, until 20 years ago or so, I was as `closeted' as it is possible to
get and, I have to admit, that there was something quite erotic about
having to sneak around to be sure that the wrong people didn't find out
about my faggotry.

Admittedly, even though I hinted around about it with my last (and I do
MEAN last) wife, I also knew that when she eventually did find out that she
would leave me which would have been a financial disaster.  It took a great
deal of thinking and courage to finally arrange for her to `catch me'
sucking a guy off.

It continues to amaze me that I still don't know whether I am truly `queer'
or simply trying to achieve the maximum degradation I can by having sex
with men.  The one thing that I know is that I have always enjoyed being
ordered to perform homosexual acts by a woman!  The first woman to `order'
me to submit to a man was the young lady in the park when I was fifteen.
She made me suck off her friend while she watched.  For a long time I
thought that was the most erotic sex I'd ever had.  It was even better than
being told to get under the table and suck off a series of men while they
felt up my future lady owner.

However, I have become much more focused on what I want from a dominant
woman and I suspect that I will find one who would enjoy using me as her
personal submissive fag.  Specifically, I want to find a woman who is
sufficiently sadistic that she would enjoy destroying me.  I realize that
not everyone would find that to be attractive but after speaking with a
great number of my fellow perverts who submit to bondage and sadism, I I
find that both homosexual and heterosexual submissives seem to share a
desire to be used by those whose pleasure comes from causing pain and
injury to those who seek it.  I must confess that I am one of them.

While I do not specifically invite men who visit me for quickie blowjobs
and furtive ass fucks to hurt me, I do encourage them to be as abusive as
they would like; most interpret that to mean I like being called filthy
names while they fuck my face.  I do like that and I always thank them for
it.  However, I always try to present myself to visitors in as vulnerable a
way as possible.  There are some men for whom being greeted at the door by
a naked man on his knees is a turn-on.  Others particularly like my wearing
a cock ring or a collar and leash to demonstrate my submission to them.  A
few enjoy humiliating me in public, some even going so far as to demand
that I blow them in public places or submit to their friends for blowjobs,
etc.  I have yet to find a man as well versed in sadistic practices as a
woman.

About four years ago the idea that women were far more willing to use
homosexuals sadistically became fixed in my mind.  I attended a two day
party on Long Island in a rather huge home which was an annual affair of
some truly sadistic and masochistic people.  I was there, not as a subject
for some sadist to use but as a suck slave.  I had managed to convince the
host that I would be an excellent suck slave because of my enthusiasm for
the task and my willingness to suck any and all cocks offered.  The owner
agreed to let me attend and I found myself handcuffed and chained by my
testicles in a kneeling position for the use of anyone who needed a
cocksucker.  I believe he agreed to use me after I told him about being
under the table for fifteen blowjobs.

To my credit, I must say that I did very well – I sucked off 30 guys the
first day and 30 guys the second day.  I swallowed each and every load of
semen which meant that I wasn't terribly hungry for those two days.  The
only real problem I had was that I tended to throw up after about 12 loads
which meant that the host had to unchain me and let me go into the bathroom
to barf.  That seemed to be quite alright with him since he liked to fuck
me in the ass while I puked.  I rather liked that as well.

For me the most interesting part of the entire two days was watching the
sessions which were very easily seen as they were elevated and most of the
observers were seated.  The suck slaves (there were three of us) were
placed off to the side in full view of the attendees but while sessions
were under way nobody wanted to fuck our faces; they were far too busy
watching the session and masturbating.  The host encouraged the observers
to use us to relieve themselves but I think that was more out of a sense of
saving his carpets than anything else.  I do remember one observer who came
in his hand and got up and walked over to me so I could lick it up.  I
thanked him for his semen.

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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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