Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 00:42:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 7

Pervert Phil (part 7)

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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Annette laid her chin in my lap and said, "Would you mind if some people
who enjoy watching boys like you were to see the film?"

I told her that I wouldn't mind at all, that I really liked being in the
film and it started to make me hard again.  She said that Sid had told her
he thought he could sell quite a few copies of it.  Selling the film wasn't
something I had thought about at all but it only made sense.  Still, I
wasn't quite ready for that.  I asked Annette if I could think about that
to which she readily agreed.  She said that I would get some of the money
from the films and I asked how much – she said probably about 10% and I
asked how much they usually sold for.  She said these were very special
films that had to be sold very quietly and only to people that Sid knew
were into children; that they sold for about $500 or more.  Sid said they
would sell for a lot more than that because everything else available was
junk compared to the film I was in.

I was more than a little shocked by that.  My head was spinning thinking
that I might be making more than $50 a film which, to a thirteen year old
kid is a fortune!  Or at least it was in those days.

"You are sure nobody will see them that shouldn't?" I asked.

Annette shook her head "no".  "We have to be a lot more careful than you
do, darling.  We could go to prison for making a film like this – you
wouldn't because you are still a child."

Well, as long as they were willing to take that risk, who was I to stand in
the way of what I really had enjoyed doing as much as they had!  I told
Annette it would be okay to sell the films and maybe we could even make
some more.

Eventually we made a total of eleven kiddie-porn films over a two year
period including one which reprised my original `rape' by the two kids out
in the woods but only James was in it and he was clearly no boy.  By the
time we were done I had a bank account with almost $30,000 in it.  I guess
becoming a homosexual whore at the age of thirteen wasn't something I
really minded doing.  I certainly was a very popular pretty-boy and Annette
didn't hesitate to pimp me to the visitors who came to their place to meet
me.  She told them it was a minimum of $100 just to meet me and if they
wanted me to suck them off or anything it was a lot more.  That was a HUGE
amount of money then.  Annette and I always split that money 50/50.
Between the 50/50 split on the whoring and my 10% of the films, I was
making pretty good bucks for a 13 year old faggot kid.

I had kept my mother pretty well apprised of almost everything I was doing
at James and Annette's place – everything but the whoring.  She had no
objection to my being in the porn flicks at all.  By this time, of course,
I had stopped wearing clothes in the house unless my dad was around.  I can
remember my mother milking my cock into her drink while she looked at still
pictures of me sucking off James and enjoying what she saw.  She also
didn't know about my bank account which was good because she probably would
have wanted it for herself.  My mother was a great enabler, though.  I
never had to make excuses to get out of the house after school – she
knew where I was going and what I wanted to do.  Mom loved watching me
leave the house wearing my short shorts – that seemed to be a huge
turn-on for her.

Somehow, I took quite a bit of pride in having become a homo-pervert in
only a couple of years.  I think the fact that while I was still growing, I
managed somehow to remain very pretty didn't hurt at all.  I didn't think
of myself as a girl at all then nor do I now – I'm a submissive fag and
I like being a submissive fag!

When I was 17 I was two things: first and foremost, I was queer; I was also
(for some reason best known to gawd) eager to join the Navy.  Why?  I have
NO idea.  Never-the-less, I took a couple years off from sucking cock and
played sailor aboard an aircraft carrier.  I couldn't wait for my brief
hitch to be over because I had discovered that going two whole years
without sucking a cock was a bit more than I wanted to try ever again.  I
do remember being a tad nervous when I joined up because I didn't really
know if they would know I was queer and reject me.  They didn't know and
they were more than happy to get me.  The day I got out of the Navy I flew
home and before I even left the airport I had sucked off six guys in the
airport men's room!  Talk about horny!

Looking back on that few years of playing sailor, I think apart from one
brief encounter in Philadelphia at the beginning of my `tour', I was about
as straight as it was possible for me to get.

When I returned home I had hoped to go back to doing exactly what I'd been
doing before I went into the Navy – being a boy fag and making movies
with my friends.  That was not to be – I had "grown up" in the meantime
and my days as a "boy" were done.  That took a fair amount of realizing for
me.

My first visit to my friends James and Annette proved to be not what I had
hoped; I was no longer a boy and was not nearly as exciting for them as I'd
been when I was 13.  We played some but they told me that I had done a lot
of growing since last they'd seen me – the message was very clear that
they were no longer interested in me as a homosexual play-toy or porn
faggot.  In spite of my disappointment, I still had a rather nice bank
account that I hadn't touched.

My home life was somewhat interesting in that while I was no longer a
child, my mother still knew that I was homosexual and she enjoyed that
immensely.  I resumed my walking around the house stark naked when my
father was at work which was entertaining for my mother.  She had fallen
and broken her hip so her mobility was somewhat restricted but she still
enjoyed milking my cock and shooting my cum into her drink.  While to the
rest of the world I was no longer a kid, I was still her kid and a queer so
she enjoyed fondling my genitals and milking me just as though I had never
been away.  There are some advantages to being the child of a pervert.

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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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