Date: Thu, 07 Dec 2006 16:18:59 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Here To Help - Part 3

HERE TO HELP
BY MOORE

PART THREE

"It's all for the cum, Bob, why else would you suck a
cock? Why else suffer the humiliating life of a faggot
cocksucker, grovel like a slave at the feet of a man or
boy...naked and submissive, if not for the blessing of
sperm. A queer that won't let guys use him for their
pleasure, cum deep in his pussy mouth and swallow all the
loads of semen he can get gives all us fags a bad name."

"Jesus, Stan, you just don't get it. Any girl can do that
as well as any fag. All she's got to do is keep her mouth
open while the guy jerks off.  A good blow job, righteous
head, going down on a stud has got nothing to do with
cum. The girl hasn't been born who will orally service a
stud's cock and balls like a fag."

Bob and Stan, roommates, have been having this argument
since the first day of college.  I decided to help them
out, like I do all fags, which is why I moved into the
dorm known on campus as Queer House although I am not a
queer myself.  Neither needs my help coming out of the
closet or adjusting to their sexual orientation. Every
guy at this all male school knows where to come and who
to see for a blow job and no one's ever been turned down.

Stan and Bob are both openly homosexual, both avid
cocksucking queers but for very different reasons. Stan
sucks dick because he loves sperm. Ten guys in a row can
cum big time in his mouth and he's always begging for one
more load. Bob sucks because he loves a big dick in his
mouth. Hour after hour nursing on a cock until the guy
can't take it anymore and either cums or tosses him aside
like a used scum bag.

I heard both their stories and eventually came up with a
simple solution that satisfied their needs.

"I discovered cum by accident as an innocent eleven year
old at summer camp," Stan explained after carefully
licking away the oozing remains of the load I'd just
spurted into his mouth. "The counselors were having their
nightly circle jerk with us campers watching in the
middle. Sperm started flying everywhere and some landed
on my face and in my startled mouth. The taste made my
head spin, guess I was a fag way back then, huh?"

"Guess so," I replied noncommittally.

"I liked it...a lot, so at the next night's circle jerk
I kneeled in front of the counselor with the biggest cock
and asked him to do it in my mouth. He looked confused,
but I knew exactly what I wanted and wasn't the least bit
embarrassed to ask him to please jerk off into my mouth."

"Did he?"

"No, not exactly. He laughed, called me a faggot and said
I should take off my pajamas, get naked like he was and
jerk his cock for him. Everybody was laughing at me now,
counselors and my fellow campers, pointing at my tiny
hard-on bouncing against my belly and calling me a queer
and a faggot. But I didn't care as I got down on my knees
between his hairy legs. His dick was so big, throbbing so
wildly that I needed both hands to stroke it and still
keep it pointed at my mouth. It didn't take very long,
maybe a minute or two before he climaxed and my mouth was
filled to overflowing with his spurts of warm, creamy
sperm. I swallowed what I could, there was so much and it
tasted so good, then licked the sticky cum off my hands
and off the tip of his cock.

He tried to push his cock into my mouth, but I wouldn't
let him do it. All I wanted was the cum.

I gave five counselors hand jobs that night, gladly
jerked them off into my mouth and eagerly swallowed five
big loads of sweet and salty semen. And again the next
day and the next...more hand jobs...cum for breakfast,
cum for lunch and cum for dinner. The black guys on the
kitchen staff were happy to feed me too. Their cum tasted
the same as the white guys...delicious.

I was addicted to sperm, the taste and the smell and I
wanted it all the time and anyway I could get it. I drank
cum from a cup and licked it out of the pouch of a sweaty
jock strap. I even licked gobs of cum off the back wall
of a urinal at an amusement park. I watched the old man
masturbate, wishing he would cum in my mouth, and ate his
load while he zipped up. Pretty slutty thing to do, huh?"

"You were only eleven years old," I offered with a
chuckle.

"Good point."

Stan grew silent for a moment when I raised the issue of
oral sex. "I don't suppose the counselors were long
contented with hand jobs?"

He leaned over and kissed my cock then continued with his
story.

"You suppose right," Stan said, studying the pubic hair
he'd just picked from between his teeth. "I became a full
fledged cocksucker on the first day of August. I loved
all the cum that steadily poured into my mouth that day,
but my mouth was small and the cocks were so big and so
demanding. I didn't really like being naked and on my
knees in front of so many people. I didn't really like
the feel of a dick sliding between my lips, pressing down
on my tongue or pushing into my throat. I wanted the cum
in my mouth, wanted to be a fag, but I didn't want to be
a cocksucker.

No more cocks in my mouth, please, I cried weakly from my
sore knees, looking down the very long line of counselors
and my fellow campers still waiting for a turn in my
aching mouth. Can't you just jerk off into my mouth like
before?

They ignored me, of course, who listens to a fag. I must
have given twenty five blow jobs before everyone was
satisfied and they let me go to bed. Overnight, I became
the camp cocksucker, available to everyone who wanted to
use my cocksucker mouth. Someone even made a large sign
to hang over my bunk, COCKSUCKER, in big black letters.

I learned a lot that summer of my lost innocence. That I
was a cum-eating faggot who didn't like to suck cock and
that being queer in a straight world meant that I had no
right to refuse to suck. From camp cocksucker to class
cocksucker, I've been an unhappy cocksucker for the past
seven years."

I let Stan jerk me off into his mouth when he'd finished
his story. "I'm certain I can help you, faggot" I said,
wiping my spent dick on his face. "I'll get back to you
after I speak to Bob."