Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2015 22:32:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 41

Pervert Phil (part 41)

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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We have planned an outing for next week in which I will be taken naked and
bound in their car to a truck stop where all will be invited to fuck me
either in the mouth or the ass.  They both expressed an interest in seeing
me become infected with AIDS and I have agreed that it would be a good
thing so long as they are willing to take care of me once I am infected.
By `take care' I mean terminate and they understand that.  In fact, they
seem quite eager to do it.  We have agreed that they can record it and that
they will castrate me and cut off my penis before they insert a shotgun
into my mouth and blow my brain out.

Candidly, I suspect that they will not use a shotgun but will, instead,
watch me bleed out.  That is fine with me but I haven't agreed to it.

I never cease to be amazed at the number of perverts there are and how many
of them find me.  Granted that I am a flasher and enjoy being seen naked
while I work at my computer, etc.  The lady across the hall both enjoys
seeing men naked and enjoys watching homosexual men suck other men off.  I,
of course, am only too happy to entertain her!  Yesterday she asked me in
the morning (standing at my opened patio door with me absolutely stark
naked on the other side of the door) if she could come over later that
night to discuss some fun things.  I told her it would be quite good and
asked if she wanted me to wear clothes.  She said what I was wearing
(nothing) was just fine.

She knocked on my door that evening about 7 and, as she had specified, I
opened the door wearing nothing at all (except for a cock ring which I
thought she might find interesting or erotic or both.)  She was wearing an
ironed skirt, a nicely pressed blouse with a somewhat `push-up' bra and
nylons plus her shoes.  She was as fully dressed as I was fully undressed.
There are very few situations which can cause me to have an erection; that
is one of them.  She seated herself on my couch and told me to turn around
several times so that she could visually inspect me.

"I thought you were purely fag – that hard-on says otherwise!" was her
only comment.  I assured her that I was about as homosexual as it was
possible to get and that the erection was only because I was naked and she
was not.  She said that she had no intention of dealing with it to which I
said that beating it with a belt was a good way to get rid of it eventually
although it would probably get me off after 50 or 60 strikes.  That got her
attention and she very quickly asked if I was into pain.  I simply said
that anyone who would ask somebody to beat his penis with a belt had better
be into pain.

I told her that I was a pervert and that I was not looking for any respect
at all.  That seemed to pretty well define our relationship.  She made
certain that I would obey her every demand for homosexual performance and
that I encouraged her to `out' me to anyone she chose, that I was more than
willing to be exhibited while performing homosexual acts, etc.  She seemed
quite satisfied and, having exhausted the topic, she stood to leave.  I was
very surprised when she faced away from me and hiked up the back of her
skirt to bare her buttocks.  She wasn't wearing any panties; just the
garter belt and nylons.

"You may now eat my ass out, faggot" was all she said.

I immediately got on my knees behind her and shoved my face in between the
cheeks of her ass.  I very carefully kept my arms at my sides while I
explored the space between her cheeks with my tongue.  Finding her asshole
wasn't hard and I immediately stuck my tongue into it as far as I thought I
could reach.  The smell of her was almost overwhelming but I commenced to
licking the inside of her asshole and swallowing the filth that my tongue
was encountering with each swipe at that tender tissue.  It was so erotic
that I began to have an erection and she noticed that and, with a short
whip that was on the top of my entertainment center, began to flog my
rapidly engorging penis.  This only made me become even more erect.

I could only imagine what filth I was ingesting with each stroke of my
tongue into her asshole but it certainly seemed to please her (and
encourage her to whip my erection even harder.)  I was quite sure that my
penis was becoming quite raw even as I resolved to continue to eat her ass
out until she ordered me to stop.  Throughout, my arms remained
submissively at my side and, even though breathing meant drawing in the
smell of her asshole, my face remained pressed firmly between the cheeks of
her ass and my tongue kept returning again for more filth into her ass.  I
began to fantasize about her actually forcing a turd into my mouth and that
thought made me have an orgasm.

There is one user about whom I have written little although if he were to
stop using me I would miss it very very much.  This is, of course, the
Deacon.  I call him that because that is what he is; a religious preacher
who cannot think of himself as homosexual and who thoroughly enjoys
humiliating me before he goes to preach on Sunday mornings.  He has been
using me each and every Sunday for about seven years now; he always arrives
at 6:30 in the morning and leaves precisely at 7:30; I could set my watch
by him!

As I recall, it started out innocently enough – he would arrive on time,
fuck me silly and then leave.  As time went by he became considerably more
verbally abusive culminating in my being the "fag whore of Babylon" just
when he was pumping my mouth full of cum which he delighted in watching me
swallow.  Eventually, I remarked that he sounded very much like a religious
zealot which he confirmed and proceeded to tell me of his `calling'.
Fortunately, I had a mouthful of penis at the time or I would have laughed
out loud which probably would have ended it.  As it was, once he pulled his
dick out of my mouth, I only said I was glad he used me like a filthy
submissive homosexual because that is what I am.  As I recall, that was the
first time that he stuffed his cock into my ass and then made me clean it
up with my tongue.  It was a rite of passage and I think that cemented our
relationship.

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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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