Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2023 19:14:38 +0000 From: whipped Subject: Becoming the Town Faggot - Part 1 This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 and over. Do not read if you are not 18 or older. Never do anything with another person without full mutual consent and always wear protection. Never treat others bad or use this kind of language in real life cruelly. Never pull a weapon on anyone or threaten them with violence. Be good. Becoming the Town Faggot Chapter 1 Joey was white trash. He knew that. Everyone knew it. They also thought he was gay. Joey didn't think he came across as a fag, but ever since junior high he got boners constantly and all the guys said it was because of them. He got his ass kicked at least once a week. He wasn't tiny tiny, but he was only 5'7 and around 125 pounds. He even had his hair cut thinking it would make guys leave him alone, but it didn't. Then came Billy McHenry. Billy was from out of town and it showed. All the locals went to church and had short hair and were either poor or preps. Billy had long black hair. He was always wearing a motorcycle jacket. And everybody knew he did drugs. He was at least six foot tall and always wearing band t-shirts and torn jeans. After bio, one of the football players, John Daniels, grabbed Joey in the boys bathroom. He pulled him by his hair and said, "Time for a swirly, faggot." Joey's head was thrust into one of the toilets and he gasped from the water going up his nose as it was flushed. Then he was let go. He turned around, hair dripping, and saw Billy with a switchblade at John's throat. Billy just said, "Any of you touch him again, it'll be the last time you do. Spread the word. Understand?" John nodded, Billy let him go, and then John took off. Billy gave Joey a hand up and said, "I'll give you a ride home." They didn't talk on the way home. Billy put in a tape and then just asked his address. Joey's trailer was on a couple of acres of his grandpas land and his mom worked doubles so nobody was really around when they drove up. Billy killed the engine and said: The girls out here don't put out. They all have Jesus or or want money or some shit like that. My cousin was queer as a football bat though and sucked dick like a champ. Shit will get better for you once you get the fuck out of here. Then Billy took a joint out of his pocket and lit it. He took a few puffs and they just listened to the music. Then Billy unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them down to his knees, along with his tighty whities. Then Billy said, "Sorry for taking so long. I just like to be stoned when a dude is sucking my johnson." Then he reached for Joey's head. Joey A million things happened in my head at once. I looked at his dick. It was soft, but bigger than mine hard. I looked at his skin, which made him look Greek or Italian or something. Then his dick was at my face and I just opened up. It tasted salty, but sweet. And kind of like rubber. He had a hand on my head and was pushing it down further until I gagged on it. My eyes started to water. I thought about pulling off, saying no, but he had saved my ass. So, I let him fuck my face. Billy Pussy was great, but you had to play nice with girls in a way you didn't with fags. His cousin used to ask him to spit on him and choke him on his dick so he knew exactly what Joey would want. No fucking mercy. He gripped the kid's head with both hands and fucked the shit out of his throat. Held his head down balls deep and just soaked his dick deep in there. It took him probably twenty minutes of deepthroat before he blew a wad in the boy. The entire time Joey was gagging and choking and his eyes watering like a fucking virgin so Billy knew he must have been loving it. He thought about covering the kid's face with his spooge, but he missed the feeling too much of a tight throat milking his cum out of him. Joey I had never imagined it was like this. His dick was jabbing deep, trying to get into my throat, over and over. My eyes were watering and I couldn't tell it I was going to pass out or throw up. But he didn't slow down. He just kept pressing my head down until my lips were pressed against his hairy balls and I had every inch of his sweaty hairy dick down my throat. I looked up at him for a second like that and he just sort of smiled. Then it really began. His hands stayed on my head and his hips were lifting up and slamming deep over and over. He started groaning and breathing heavier and heavier. I could actually feel the back of my throat bruising as his dick hit it over and over and then pushed through. And then I felt and saw his balls tighten up. And then his dick pulsed in my mouth as he spermed it. I thought I was going to throw up from the taste. It was bitter and slimy and I was wretching on it. But he just kept saying, "Eat it, fag, eat that jizz..." And I swallowed. Over and over. Every single time he shot. Billy I let go of his head and pulled my pants up. His face was a fucking mess. I had held his head down while he swallowed, but it was still covered in snot and saliva and whatever cum he had missed. I got a glob off his cheek and fed it to him. Then I started the car back up. He looked dazed so I said: Don't worry, dude, you'll get better. That was pretty rad for your first time on my Johnson. I'm sure it's a step up from what you're used to. And then I reached over from the driver seat and opened his door. Joey I got out dazed. My throat hurt and my face was a mess. I wanted to spit out his cum, but most of it was in my belly. End of Part One