Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 06:53:25 -0700
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 67

Pervert Phil (part 67)

This continues with some of Phil's memories, not recounted in his previous
story. 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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One of the things I miss is the old "tube steak" play between kids.  Boys
would hold their hands up to another kid's mouth curled as though they were
holding a cock and ask the kid if he wanted some tube steak.  The kid being
asked was expected to duck away quickly and act slightly offended.  I was
just as guilty as the next kid whenever that was done to me until I started
to realize that it wasn't so much an offer of a cock to suck as it was an
attempt to embarrass the kid to whom the curled hand was being offered.

However, in my case, everybody at school already knew I was queer.  I guess
since I didn't walk or talk like a fag, they could ignore that.
Eventually, I decided to "accept the offer" and when a kid did the "tube
steak" thing to me one day, I just said "mmmm okay!"  He was shocked at the
response but I could see him getting hard in his pants and within about ten
minutes we found a spot where I could suck his dick.  He became a regular
at that point.

Back when I was married and couldn't just "fag it up" anytime, I remember
driving home from Sacramento once and spotting a guy standing on a bridge
over the freeway.  I did a loop and went over the bridge and pulled up
beside the guy.  He asked me for a ride and I said I really wanted to suck
his dick – he acted kind of surprised but said "sure" and got in.  I
think it may have been to get away from the mosquitoes but I didn't really
care.  Eventually he stopped scratching and opened up his pants so I could
drive and play with his cock.  Anytime I didn't need to shift my hand was
on his dick!  He was incredibly hard by the time I finally pulled off the
freeway onto a dirt road and stopped.  Turned out he was queer too and just
going up the valley to see a friend.  I think he took the longest to get
off of any guy I ever blew.

I remember the first time I ever got "cockwhipped".  I had been a fairly
frequent visitor to the "suck line" at the Sacramento cruise spot that I
went to every time I was in town.  I was on my knees waiting for somebody
to fuck my face when this guy with a nicely long cock came up and stood in
front of me.  He had about 10" of dick even if it was a tad on the skinny
side.  I opened my mouth thinking he wanted to jam it down my throat but he
took it in hand and started to smack me across the face with his cock.  I
liked what he was doing to me and when he stopped for a moment I kissed his
dick and told him I wanted him to do more of that.  He resumed smacking his
dick across my face and telling me what a filthy faggot I was!  After a bit
he stopped again and this time he demanded that I kiss his cock.  I was
ecstatic and kissed it a lot the entire length of it.  When he was
convinced that I really did like it he ordered me to open my mouth and my
throat got nicely fucked.

I have to admit that as the years go by I have become increasingly
perverted.  By now, I am a full fledged "pain freak" and delight in being
used by those men (and women) whose primary pleasure comes not from sexual
satisfaction but from the enjoyment of seeing me submit to humiliating
pain.  Recently, I experienced being raised off the ground by my balls
alone which was truly excruciating pain and, more importantly,
exceptionally submissive.  I had gone out to a gay bar known to be a center
of S&M activity and had gotten picked up by a rather brutal-looking guy who
took me into a booth near the back and rather roughly explored my body and
demanded that I suck him off right there.  I was more than happy to do so.
As I finished sucking him off in the booth, he asked if I had ever blown
anyone with a really large cock.  I was still swallowing his cum as I
answered that I was always looking for bigger cocks to suck.  He told me
that I would get my chance in a few minutes.

He then ordered me to stand outside the booth next to the table and to
remove all of my clothing!  I love exposing myself so there wasn't the
slightest hesitation.  Once I was completely naked he told me to rotate so
that the entire bar could see me and my cock and balls.  He then directed
me to lie on the floor on my back.  Once in that position he began to work
his hand around my balls, taking them in a full grasp.  He told me that
what he was about to do would hurt bad and that I could scream all I wanted
because everyone there enjoyed hearing homosexuals being hurt; he was going
to carry me by my balls completely off the floor and deliver me to another
guy who needed head.  He did say that my balls would not rip off and I only
replied that it wouldn't matter if they did.

To say that it hurt would be a complete understatement; I had never had
that much pain in my balls.  Even being kicked in the balls was nothing
compared to that pain.  I am sure I was screaming but apparently everyone
in the bar enjoyed it.  I certainly did.  He picked me up off the floor as
though my balls were a convenient handle by which I might be carried
around.  Once I was completely up off the floor and hanging only by my
balls held tightly in his hand, he carried me about 15 feet or so and set
me down on the floor next to another table sitting close to the middle of
the bar.  He told me his friend needed a blowjob and that I was to make
sure I got all of his cock in my mouth.  Then he returned to the booth.

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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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