Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 15:48:16 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Party Mouth Part II

PARTY MOUTH
PART II

BY: MOORE

CHAPTER
FIVE

Looking back on that summer...that first blow job party;
all the great cocks in my mouth, I'll be forever thankful
to Billy Knight and all the members of his nudist family
for allowing me to suck their cocks and eat their cum.
The Knights helped me to discover my true self, who I was
and why I was born. They gave me answers to the questions
that baffle many young people and so often go unanswered
well into adulthood.

Discovering that I was gay was surprising enough, but
there was more. I was a submissive homosexual; a queer
boy to some...a fag to others, eager to please any way
that I could so long as it ended with a cock in my mouth.
The two summer weeks I spent naked at the Knight's house
by the lake; perfecting my skills as an ardent, cum crazy
cocksucker, and the wonderful blow job parties that took
place in my mouth are among the fondest memories of my
early years as a fag.

Thanks also to Billy, the first blow job party of the
school year was a great success. Andy, a boy who'd never
had a blow job before, came with Billy to my house after
school on Monday.  I met them at the door wearing nothing
but a thong and lead them up to my room. He was two years
younger than me, a nervous seventh grader, unsure of what
to do or how to react when I got down on my knees between
his slender legs and opened the snap on his pants.

"What's he doing?" Andy asked, turning to Billy as I
sniffed and nuzzled his crotch, then attempted to pull
down his zipper. "I thought we were having a party."

"Steven's a faggot, Andy," Billy explained. "We are going
to have a party...in his mouth. He's going to give you a
blow job."

"Whatdya mean, a blow job?"

I was ready to give up on Andy and try again with another
boy.  Not so Billy who had the patience of a saint.

"A blow job, Andy, remember what I told you this morning
about cocksuckers?  How most girls and some boys really
like a cock in their mouth?"

"Sure I remember...and the picture, but you were kidding
about boys doing that, right? I mean, like, no boy would
really want a cock in his mouth. Do a blow job."

"Steven would because he's a faggot.  That's why he's
wearing a fag's thong instead of a jock strap and why
he's on his knees for you.  He wants to blow you, Andy,
honest. Take your cock in his mouth and suck it until you
cum."

Andy's eyes lit up. "Cum? You mean like jerkin' off and
shooting? I like the way that feels."

"Yeah, that's right. Only instead of jerkin' off with
your hand and dealing with the sticky mess, Steven's
going to blow you...suck you off with his mouth and make
you shoot."

"Shoot in his mouth? Cum? Really?"

"Absolutely. Steven's queer...he loves to eat cum."

Yuk, that's so gross."

"Not to a queer, cocksucker," Billy said, looking at me.
"Tell him, Steven."

I told him then blew him, sucked Andy's tasty, little
cock and swallowed every drop of his sweet, creamy sperm.
"Wow!" He said, looking down at me when he could breathe
regularly again. "A party in a queer's mouth sure beats
jerking off. Thanks a lot for the blow job...," Andy
paused, looked at Billy then back to me before adding,
"Faggot."

Billy brought two boys to my house for a blow job party
on Tuesday, three boys on Wednesday...by Friday afternoon
I had sucked off thirteen different boys and by Monday,
everybody at school, girls and teachers included, knew I
was queer. The girls giggled for a few days, the older
ones telling the younger ones exactly what I did. The
teachers shook their heads and accepted it, homosexual
priests and politicians were in the papers every day.

My mother got accustomed to the steady stream of boys
coming to the house after school. She knew I was gay,
knew what I was doing with these boys...don't ask, don't
tell allowed the blow job parties to go on for several
weeks.

I really liked the smell of cum, but it got so strong
after a while that she finally put her foot down and
wouldn't allow me to have friends over. The blow job
parties simply moved out of my house and into the boy's
bathroom at school.

I was a busy and contented cocksucker during lunch and
recess. By the end of September, according to Billy who
kept track,  I had sucked off every boy at school.

"That's like over a hundred blow jobs in less than a
month!" I responded with surprise at Billy's news.

"One hundred and twenty six to be exact, Steven. Some
boys came back for a second party in your cocksucker
mouth."

"I hope they come back as often as they want. My mouth
just loves a good party."


CHAPTER
SIX

The party continued when I moved on to high school. The
cocks were bigger, the balls fuller and the guys more
demanding when I got down on my knees to suck.  Ass
kissing and nut licking, generally sucking up to these
straight studs usually preceded going down on them. A few
harmless pranks, just for laughs, added to the party
atmosphere.

All the girls at school knew I was a queer, many had
gotten the emailed photos of me with a cock in my mouth.
So wearing a thong to cheerleader practice and asking to
join the squad wasn't as embarrassing as you might think.
The butterfly tattoos on my ass were okay too, as were
the permanent, soldered closed nipple and cock rings. I
had a cock in my mouth while these things were being done
to me so I never felt a thing.

Once the season started, the entire football team, forty
three guys, used my mouth to party before and after every
practice and game. Good as I was, and I was a damn good
cocksucker, there was no way any fag could suck off that
many guys in such a short span of time. Half the players
got blow jobs and half had to settle for jerking off and
cumming on my face.

I did lick the pouch of everyone's jock strap and kiss
everyone's ass though, for luck, before they put on their
football pants and all forty three guys could and did
piss on me in the communal shower afterwards.

Coach Robinson got a private party in his office once or
twice a week after practice. I especially liked blowing
him because his meaty, black dick was uncut and the long
foreskin was chock full of chunky cock cheese, sweat and
wiry pubic hairs that tickled my throat. He called me his
dick pig when we were alone: queer, faggot or cocksucker
like all his players did when he saw me in the locker
room.

Coach wasn't satisfied just to party in my mouth. He was
the first to party in my ass, or boy pussy as he called
it, when he pulled out of my mouth in the middle of a
blow job and bent me over his desk. I knew what was
coming and I was afraid.

"Please, no, coach," I cried out as he ripped away my
thong and moved between my legs. "Coach, please, can't I
just suck cock?"

"Faggots gotta get fucked sooner or later," he said,
spreading my cheeks with one hand and running his cock
through my ass crack with the other.  "Queer boy like
you, son, you're gonna love a dick in your boy pussy as
much as any whore cunt. This first time fucking your
pussy is going to hurt you some, but once I get your
pussy cunt open and stretched, once I fill you with cock
and cum, you'll be begging me and others to fuck you."

Coach was only half right because his cock didn't hurt me
at all. Maybe it was the thong strap rubbing my asshole
twenty four hours a day, roughing it up, because I felt
no pain at all when Coach pierced my virgin pussy lips.
The head of his cock, the thick shaft that stretched my
party mouth now stretched my party pussy bringing with it
unbelievable pleasure.

"More dick, Coach, please," I wailed, pushing back on his
cock to get more of him inside me. "Fuck me, oh god, your
dick feels so good inside me. Please, Coach, please fuck
me deeper...fuck me hard."

Coach dicked me daily for a week before spreading the
word about my boy pussy to Devonald Washington, the team
captain. Devonald became the first player to party in my
pussy as well as party in my mouth. The others watched
while he bent me over and fucked me hard, passing up my
mouth, saving their hard-ons for their turn in my pussy.
The party went on and on, I think about twenty guys got
to fuck me before they had to suit up and hit the field.
The rest of them fucked me after practice.

The only sperm I got to eat that day was the sperm that
poured out of my ass when I stood up straight. The slimy,
loose mixture of sperm and pussy juice ran down my legs,
forming a large cum puddle which I licked off my feet and
the locker room floor. Much as I liked being fucked, I
also liked to suck. I needed cock and cum in both of my
holes to be a satisfied fag.

"This fag sucks cock too, you know," I reminded the team
the following day. They were all lined up behind me again
and my forgotten mouth was hungry for a stiff dick and a
blast of hot cum. "I can suck one cock while another cock
fucks me...please."

Devonald moved a low table to the center of the locker
room. "Hop on, faggot," he said, then turned to his
teammates. "Line up for the party boy, boys, offense at
the cocksucker's mouth and defense at his pussy. The
queer wants to suck and get fucked at the same time so
lets give the queer what he wants."

I happily partied with all four athletic teams during my
years in high school. Basketball, soccer and track team
members used my cocksucker mouth and pussy ass in the
locker room during their respective seasons. The coaches
used me too, of course, and a student teacher from the
nearby college.  Weekend parties at his frat house were
well attended...everybody came.

I did dozens of other guys too, not just athletes. Paul
Zahn for example, junior class president and a first
class hunk. One of the many horny guys with a girlfriend
who wouldn't suck his gorgeous cock let alone fuck. A
boned up straight guy who needed a faggot like me to
provide for his sexual release when the frustration with
girls became to much to bear. 

Paul liked for me to lick his hairy, cum-filled balls and
hairy ass crack before going down on his seven inch cock
or spreading my legs for his fuck.  All sweated up or
fresh from a shower, Paul tasted like honey, and his
thick, creamy semen was so darn sweet. "Your girlfriend's
crazy," I told him the first time I blew him and ate his
delicious load.

"Nancy'll come around eventually," he said with an air of
confidence as I gave his soft prick another kiss. I hoped
it wouldn't be soon because I definitely wanted to blow
him again. "Nice girls like my Nancy take some convincing
before they'll suck a dick or fuck, that's why there's
easy faggots like you around, Steven...queer boys to
service straight guys like me."

"Anytime you say, Paul, suck or fuck. I'm your faggot to
use anytime and any way you want to get off."

"Fuck? You like to get fucked!?"

Paul's surprise was real. "Absolutely, Paul, I love to
get fucked. You wanna fuck me now?"

Paul's awakening cock spoke for itself. That seven inch
rod of rock hard throbbing flesh, so recently spent in my
mouth, was primed for my pussy.  I quickly rolled to my
hands and knees, raising my ass high for his dick.

"Rollover," Paul said, which caught me by surprise.

I looked back over my shoulder. "Huh?"

"On your back, faggot and show me that boy cunt of yours.
I like to watch a queer's face while I'm fucking him."

I sighed when he mounted me; all but melted under the
weight of his muscular body pressing down on my own, the
warmth of his breath on my face. "Fuck me, please fuck
me, I want you inside me," I cried out when he teased my
crack with his cock. I'd been fucked hundreds of times by
hundreds of guys, a party in my ass was as common and as
welcomed as a party in my mouth. This time was extra
special.

Paul was the rare straight guy with confidence enough in
his own sexuality to fuck me face to face; screw me like
a girl he had feelings for, instead of from behind like
a bitch dog in heat or some an ugly slut off the street.
He even let me wrap my legs around his waist and use my
hands to guide his cock into my pussy. He did everything
but kiss me on the lips while he fucked me to an orgasm.
And he didn't get angry like most guys did when my cum
spurt against his body.

"Don't worry about it, faggot," he said when I apologized
for cumming on him. "I'm glad to see you're a queer boy
that not only sucks, but also gets off with a dick up his
ass."

"Thank you, Paul," I grunted into his armpit, raking the
hairs through my teeth. "I'll lick you clean, I promise."

"Of course you will, faggot," Paul laughed. "The cum off
my cock and balls will end up in your queer mouth too, I
suspect."

Paul fucked me to the brink of another orgasm. "Don't
pull out," I begged as his cock surged inside me and the
warmth of his cum spread throughout my bowels. "Stay in
me, please, I'm so close."
 
Most guys would have laughed in my face as they pulled
out of my ass, left me hard and horny to jerk off by
myself. Not Paul, bless his heart, he kept his cock
buried inside me and tugged on my nipple rings until I
came. But that was Paul, a rare straight guy who used me
for sex and left me with a little self respect.

The girls were happy to have me around until the last
half of my senior year, a non-threatening queer boy to
suck off their boyfriends or give them a tight pussy to
fuck.  That's when they woke up and realized that sex was
fun. Safe sex, using condoms. The senior boys had little
use for a fag and I was relegated to scrounging around
for used rubbers at the local lover's lane.

Graduation night was the end of one era and the beginning
of another. I planned to attend college, an all male
school with three thousand students in the midwest. With
so many men and no competing women, I'd surely find horny
fellows to party in my mouth.