Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2023 01:14:26 +0000 From: whipped Subject: Becoming the Town Faggot - Part 2 This story takes place in the 80s before the internet. Sorry if it isn't accurate, but I'm mostly going off old movies and sitcoms. I almost made it the 50s, but it looks like some places in the 80s were just as bad religion and homophobia wise and everything. The slang is probably all wrong so trying not to use much. 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. If you enjoy this or other stories, consider donating to Nifty. This chapter is short, but expands on his situation. Homophobic language and threats are used too, but no violence. Becoming the Town Faggot Part 2 Joey I looked out the window and the car was still there. It was a nice car, too. It was black with dark tinted windows. And it was just parked there. It had been a little over a week since Billy had threatened the guys at school and nobody had bothered me since. But then this car was just sitting out there, running, but nobody getting out. And it didn't look like a teenagers car. It was new and nice. A grown up car. I knew the smart thing to do would be to stay in my trailer and just go to bed. It was after midnight and the tv had already gone to static. But I couldn't help it. I walked up to the car and the window rolled down. It was an old guy. The guy looked maybe fifty or sixty. He was white, balding, chubby, and in a button up shirt and black pants. It took me a second, but then I recognized him. He owned and managed the local hardware store. He said, "You're Joey?" I nodded. Then he said, "Get in." Phillip I was ringing this hoodlum in a leather jacket up when things took a turn in my life for the better. He came in for some wood and power tools. But he was short 20 bucks. I asked him what he wanted to put back. He took a minute and then leaned in and said, "What about a blowjob and we call it even?" I looked at him for a minute. I wasn't gay, but fuck if a mouth wrapped around my weiner didn't sound good. My wife only blew me twice when we were dating and never since we got married. But this was a guy. And he wasn't all feminine and faggy like some of the queers I'd seen. And then he laughed and said: Not from me, you dumbfuck. I know the town faggot would be happy to blow you anytime you want and I'll give you his address. Just drive up, tell him Billy sent you, unzip, put it in the kid's mouth, come, and get the fuck out. We got a deal? I knew there was a decent chance this was a scam. But it was only twenty bucks. We shook on it. Joey I climbed in the passenger seat. The seats were real leather. I didn't know what the fuck to think. What was going on here? Then he looked at me and said, "Billy owed me some money and said you'd take care of this for me." And he unzipped his pants and took his dick out. Then he closed his eyes and leaned back. I looked at his dick for a second. He wasn't hard at all and it was like maybe 2-3 inches. I didn't know what he wanted exactly. But then he said, "If I don't feel those faggot lips wrapped around my dick in the next thirty seconds, you're gonna regret being born kid." And so I sucked him. It wasn't like with Billy. He just laid there and made me do all the work. It took maybe five minutes for his dick to even get hard and maybe another ten before he started breathing heavy. He kept one hand on the back of my head, but he wasn't exerting pressure. And his eyes stayed closed the whole time. Philip The kid was good. I laid back, eyes closed, imagining some big tittied cheerleader bobbing on my schlong. Going up and down, up and down. His mouth was warm and wet, but most importantly he didn't let me feel a single tooth. It was smoother and deeper than any blowjob I'd ever had. His hair in my hands was the only giveaway he was a boy and not a girl when my eyes were closed. But I figured he could be one of those new wave or punk girls with short hair. I finally got why faggots existed. No bitch would so willingly be a jizz eating cumdump. Joey He started panting and talking dirty all of a sudden and his hand on my head was suddenly a death grip. He shoved my head all the way down and held it there. I felt his balls pull up and then his cock throbbed, ejaculating what had to be a weeks worth of nut in my mouth. Then he let go. I sat up and wiped my mouth. I knew better than to spit it out. He was a man and would expect his come to be swallowed. He looked at me and just laughed. Philip The kid's face was a fucking mess. He ate my jizz before coming up for air, but he still had that saliva snot cum blowjob goo all over his face. And he was a good looking kid. Skinny and short, but clean cut for trailer trash. He deserved a tip. I zipped up my pants and put everything away, then pulled out my wallet. All I had in there was a ten, but I figured I'd already spent twenty on the blowjob anyway. I tucked the ten in his T-shirt pocket. Then I reached out and gripped his face and said, "Anybody finds out about this, anybody, they'll never find your body. You understand?" He nodded. Then I hit the electric recline on his seat until it was laying flat and said, "On your belly." He got on his stomach. I pulled his cutoff shorts down and took a look at what might be my first boypussy. Then I told him to get the fuck out.