Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 20:47:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 8

Pervert Phil (part 8)

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 enrolled at the local Community College and made many friends in the
local fag community.  For the next two years I alternated between studies
and sucking cock anyplace I could.  There was no romance involved and I
didn't want it in any case.

Even though I had submitted to Cynthia on a number of occasions when I was
still living at home, I didn't really get into genital torture (today known
as CBT or cock and ball torture) in any major way until long after that.
By the time I'd moved to California to go to a real college (as opposed to
the Community College) I was pretty openly homosexual.  I found out that
the college had a BJ club of sorts and I started going there almost every
night.  We all had to suck off a few campus cops but they pretty much left
us alone.

Our meetings took place almost every night of the week (there were a lot of
cocksuckers at school) in a rather shabby-looking out-building used as a
vending center for coke machines, etc.  It was open 24 hours a day but
almost nobody went there after about 7 pm except us faggots and those guys
who wanted a blowjob.  The action usually got started around 11 pm and on
busy nights I could suck cock until almost dawn.

One young man (by that time I had become a slightly `older' student) was as
much a cocksucker as I was. We had begun to compare load counts at the end
of the evening.  I usually won the contest but I had a lot more experience
and could make guys get off a lot faster than he could.  After we'd both
been "in the pit" together almost every night for about a month, he
suggested that between us, the guy who sucked fewer cocks in any given
evening should blow the other guy.  Usually, he ended up sucking me off and
I noticed after a couple of times that he was becoming considerably rougher
in the way he handled my genitals while he sucked my dick.  I enjoyed it!
In fact, if he didn't make it hurt I was disappointed.

The young man, Kevin, was very aware that I enjoyed the rough treatment
since it got me off very quickly and if he didn't abuse my penis or
testicles while he sucked me it took forever to make me cum.  One night,
after he had sucked me off while practically pulling my testicles off, he
said, "you really like it to hurt, don't you?"

I told him that it was great and it really got me off.  He suggested that I
should meet him at his place for some real fun the next night and, being
the horny faggot that I was (and still am!), I agreed.

The next night I discovered immediately that Kevin was what we call a "neat
freak". I don't think I've ever seen a place as clean and orderly as his.
He had a small house out in the country.  It looked pretty run-down from
the outside but inside it was very modern and very clean and neat.  It was,
in essence, one big room with a little room off to the side for the toilet.
In that huge main room Kevin had put most of the living area to use for
both kitchen, dining, sleeping and studying facilities on one side; the
other side was almost fully devoted to what I could only think of as a
dungeon.  He invited me in and offered me a drink.  We made some small talk
and discussed my enjoyment of discomfort.  After a bit, he told me I could
take my clothes off if I wished and that he would be very happy to
demonstrate some methods used in genital discomfort.

I must confess that it has been some time since that encounter and my
memories of it are clouded.  However, suffice it to say that I was
introduced to genital pain by a variety of methods which left me wanting
more of it than I ever thought possible.  Weights were hung from my
testicles beginning with small weights and progressing to almost 15 pounds.
I experienced stretching greater than any I'd ever had before and I do
remember very clearly the feeling that not only would my testicles would be
torn off but that my guts were being pulled out at the same time!

I do not recall exactly when my being one of the more frequent attendees at
the BlowJob Club sessions became widely known; I do know that my
homosexuality was simply treated as a given by anyone I encountered on
campus (and, frequently, elsewhere.)  It was not at all uncommon for me to
be introduced to a complete stranger and to have that stranger say `Oh yes,
you're a fag!"  I do know that I got "hit on" for head by both my fellow
students and by my professors almost every day which certainly kept me busy
sucking cock.

One afternoon, as I was leaving class and headed to my car, a young woman
approached me and asked if she could walk with me for a bit.  She wasn't
gorgeous as far as women go but she was an attractive young lady.  She
looked to be about 20, not skinny, not fat, nice boobs if you like that
sort of thing – a regular girl.  She cut right to the chase, "You are an
excellent cocksucker!  I watched you give head the other night over at the
little building.  Do you ever date women?"

It wasn't the first time I'd been watched by women when I was sucking dick
but there was something about her that said she really enjoyed it.

"If by `date' you mean do I ever invite women to watch me suck off guys she
wants sucked, yes," I replied.

She hesitated for only a few seconds before saying, "Would you like to go
with me tonight over to a place I know about?  I'll pick the guys for you
to suck."

"I assume you are into controlling fags?" I asked.

"Yes I am," she answered.

I have no idea how she had acquired this particular flavor of sexual
perversion nor did I much care!  I was having thoughts about my first
homosexual experiences with the pedophile couple and it was giving me an
erection which was exceedingly rare for me when talking with a female.

"Sounds like fun!," I said.  We agreed that I would pick her up at 8 pm at
her place.

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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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