Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2023 16:04:28 +0000 From: whipped Subject: Becoming the Town Faggot - Part 3 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 badly or use this kind of language in real life. Never pull a weapon on anyone or threaten them with violence. Be good to each other. Becoming the Town Faggot Chapter 3 Joey The cars kept coming. Nobody said much. They unlocked their doors, I got in, I blew them, and they left. I wasn't even sure why I was doing it. It wasn't making me hard and it was almost all old guys. But the tips weren't bad. I never asked for money, but a lot of guys would hand me a ten or twenty afterwards. One guy even gave me a fifty once. I recognized him as the weather guy from one of the news stations. But nobody did anything back or anything else other than get head. They just unzipped, sunk their cocks in my throat, unloaded their bitter dick snot in my mouth, then drove off. Until Mr. Carlisle. Mr. Carlisle I did a stint in juvie for assault when I was 17. I learned a few things from that experience. The first was you either are the boss or the bitch and I would never be the bitch. The second was boycunt was second only to the juiciest of pussies and would more than do in a pinch. I heard about this young faggot from Phillip. Phillip knew my wife hadn't sucked dick in a while and I guess just expected I'd hit the kid up for a blowjob like some of his other buddies had done. But that's not my style. If the kid is a pussy, he's a pussy. Why waste a chance at grade A teenage ass? Joey All the other guys had just pulled in the driveway, unlocked their door, had me get in, and then left after I blew them. Not Mr. Carlisle. He pulled up in a beat-up pickup truck around midnight. It was dark and I was sort of worried about snakes outside with just the porch light. I figured he was probably in his forties or fifties. He looked like a football coach or something, all big body that used to be muscle. He was in cowboy boots and jeans covered in dust. I tried to open his passenger door, but it was locked. He got out of his truck and walked around to me. I know if this was a made up story he'd be six feet tall at least, but he was barely taller than me. But the height didn't matter. He looked at me, eye level for a second, then gut punched me. It was hard enough to knock the breath out of me without causing real damage. He looked down at me on the ground and said,"No cocksucker deserves to look a man in the eyes, boy. Stay down." I was on my back and couldn't catch my breath. He unzipped his jeans and I saw his dick. It was thick, even soft. His pubes were dark black and thick. Then it happened. He lifted his dick with one hand, aimed, and his piss flew out of it. On my face. I closed my eyes tight, but his warm piss kept hitting my face and lips and even through closed lips I could taste it. It was hot and salty. He was done before I fully caught my breath. My head and face were covered in his pee. There was a puddle of it underneath my head. He lowered himself to the ground and then flipped me over. My face splashed into the puddle of piss, which made the dirt in my yard into mud. I realized what was about to happen and for the first time I spoke out against these guys. I just said, "No. Don't cornhole me. I'm not a homo." He laughed. Then he said: You're already the town cocksucker, kid, fag or no. Men have spermed your mouth over and over. It's time you get your pussy fucked. It can be me now or some group of drunk assholes later. But I promise you'd rather get broken in with one dick than five or ten. It'll hurt you, but won't kill you. " I thought about it. Word was spreading quick. He was right someone would wind up doing this. Why not get it over with? I said, "Okay." Then he was on top of me. Mr. Carlisle When he said okay, I didn't waste much time. I ground his face in the mud and spat on it just to remind him of what he was before we started. Then, I pulled his pants and underwear down and climbed on top of him. I won't lie. I popped a big ole boner the second I saw that smooth little pussy. He had a tight little teenage ass I just knew was gonna squeeze my dick good. And, there in the mud and dirt, I fucked him. I spat in my hand and then just rammed my dick deep. I had my hand covering his mouth so it didn't bother nobody, but then realized how isolated we were out here in the mud and dirt on this few acres of land. So, I told him it was okay to scream and just focused on fucking him. If you've never had virgin teenage boy pussy, you won't know what I'm talking about, but there is just something extra special about it. Girls are almost all born knowing some guy will use them as a dick ditch. They expect the pain and humiliation of just being a worthless hole. But even faggot boys don't have that same expectation. They fight being taught they ain't nothing but a man's hole to nut in. This kid wasn't any exception. He gave consent so it wasn't rape. But he tried bucking me off. He tried escaping from my dick when I rammed it up his poop shoot. He made noises no human should even be able to make. And then he surrendered to it. I felt the second he stopped being a man and became a cunt. Joey It felt like a metal pole or something being shoved up my ass. I tried to buck him off, to escape his dick, but he just jammed it in harder and deeper. I was screaming into his hand, but then he just removed his hand and I realized nobody was coming to help, I had agreed to this, and the only person who might hear me was my family. So, I tried to just take it. I never said stop. It hurt more than I ever imagined it could. He wasn't playing nice, either. He would pull all the way out and then shove my face in the dirt and slam his dick back in hard. Then he'd lower his whole weight on me and just grind his dick in deep before pumping in and out of my butt so fast it left me breathless. I realized I was crying like a pussy and decided to try and be tough and take it like a man. I focused on everything other than the pain. His smell was all over me. Cigarettes and cheap alcohol and sweat and dirt and shit. Everything associated with the kind of man I would never be now. Mr. Carlisle The fighting was good fun, but I felt that surrender. I felt the moment the kid gave in and realized he was a bitch. That all he was to real men was a hole to jizz into. The little faggot even stopped crying. But I knew my real job here wasn't complete. I had to make sure this fuck and how I treated him was memorable. That he never for a second imagined he was a real man again. So I broke him in right. Joey I felt like I'd been under him for an hour. He was grinding and pounding me without mercy the whole time. But after I stopped fighting, something changed. He started talking to me while he fucked me. A constant stream of shit that normally would be considered mean. But he wasn't being mean, even though he slapped or spit on my face sometimes. He was being matter of fact. He said stuff like: You're a fucking faggot now kid...just a fucking hole..you'll never be a man again...this is all you are good for...you're a good little bitch... real men will know what you are now...a jizz bucket when no real cunt is around... And then something changed and I really knew what he was saying was true. Through all the pain, my dick started leaking. It was like his thrusts up my butt were pushing my jizz out. And it started feeling good. It felt like his dick was somehow massaging my cock from the inside. I tried to reach my dick to jerk off but he shoved my hands back to my sides. Mr. Carlisle He had given up maybe 20 minutes in, but it took another ten of pumping his queer little ass for him to start enjoying it. I felt it the second it happened. His butt pushed back on my dick, instead of trying to escape it. So, I educated him as I rode his little butt harder. I told him: I just turned your asshole into a dick sucking pussy. It's going to quiver when you see a man's dick from now on because it knows what you are and why you exist. You're never going to be a real man because you know now you need a dick tearing your asshole up. It don't matter who the dick is attached to, you just need a man to treat you like a piece of shit fuck hole. And then I fucked his load out of him. His butthole was like a tight slick velvet grip on my dick and I enjoyed every second of it. I even enjoyed the pauses where I spat on his face or smacked his butt. By the end, he was almost riding my dick. Joey I tried to ignore the stink of his piss and his armpits and pushed back against his dick trying to get it to hit that spot again and again. It didn't stop the pain, but it was like jerking off without touching myself. I think my eagerness pissed him off at one point. He leaned in close and said, "You fucking fairies always try this shit. This ain't about you, faggot." Then he got rough, rougher than before. His dick was gut punching my insides hard over and over, faster and faster, meaner and meaner. But my dick just got harder and harder. And then he wrapped his hands around my throat. I thought I was going to suffocate, but instead he just started pounding hard and I came. Hr groaned on top of me and I felt his own hot cum shoot in me. Mr. Carlisle I got up off the kid and pulled my jeans back up. I could see my nut juice leaking out his tiny little butt. I flipped him over and could see his belly was wet with his own jizz. Fucking queers. They cry and fight it, but always cum from getting reamed out. I told him, "I was in prison so I didn't mind the leg hair and all that shit, but real men like their cumdumps razor smooth, kid." Then I spat on his face one last time and left. To be continued?