Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2007 19:08:27 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Here To Help - Part 5

HERE TO HELP
BY MOORE

PART FIVE

My plan to help Bob overcome his ridiculous aversion to
sperm met with immediate, but, as it unfortunately turned
out, only temporary success. A faggot cocksucker from a
very early age, I felt that Bob needed to diversify away
from the white and black dicks that had for so long found
a warm and welcoming home in his overworked mouth. I felt
that he needed more ethnic dicks to suck, more exotically
flavored semen to revitalize his lagging taste for sperm.

With great effort, which I was glad to expend because I
am here to help faggots like Bob, I arranged for a dozen
or so unemployed Mexican illegals to party in his mouth.
Most barely spoke English, but they did know how to use
a naked queer, a kneeling cocksucker to brighten their
dismal lives. The cold beer I provided flowed freely, as
did the loads of spicy, Mexican sperm into Bob's talented
mouth.

"Good cum," Bob said, smacking his lips as another uncut,
unwashed, Mexican wetback moved in for his turn in Bob's
mouth. "I can taste a hint of rice and refried beans in
the sperm, red hot chile peppers too which makes my mouth
and throat tingle when I swallow."

"Really," I said, pleased that my untested theory about
diet and its modifying effect on the disgusting taste of
sperm had merit.

"Best tasting semen I've eaten in months. Mmmm, I feel
like a complete cocksucker again with this load of cum in
my mouth. It's really good, different from the cum loads
produced by the black and white guys I usually suck. You
should try it."

I sucked a cock one time a few years back. A big, black
stud of a guy he was, that I picked up in the park where
my brother used to give black guys head. No fag I, back
then or now, simple curiosity compelled me to give cock
sucking a try.

My brother loved to suck dick more than anything else in
the world so I decided to see what it was like to suck a
cock to climax; to feel the warm sperm explode into my
mouth was my innocent intention. Also, I must admit, to
see first hand if faggots like my brother knew something
that a straight guy like me might enjoy too.

They don't. The big, black prick I took in my mouth that
day was nothing more than, well, a big, black prick in my
mouth. Sucking the guy's cock, smelling his sweaty balls,
was degrading and humiliating...absolutely no redeeming
social value. A slick tube of rigid, throbbing, demanding
flesh in my helpless mouth...suck my big cock, faggot,
take my jizz, ringing in my ears. The sticky semen, when
he ejaculated in me, was so gross, salty and thick, I
very nearly threw up.

Despite my one and only repulsive experience with cum,
Bob's enthusiasm for Mexican cum swayed me to try sperm
again. I got down on my knees and unzipped the next man
in line, planning to jerk him off into my mouth. He, much
to my shock and dismay, had other more ambitious ideas.

"You eeze gonna suck my cock, gringo faggot?" He said in
fair English as I pulled down his grungy boxer shorts to
reveal a WMD, or a weapon of mouth destruction as the
size queens call a big dicked stud. "Gonna give me a blow
job, cocksucker?"

Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my head and
thrust his rock hard, cheesy tasting dick between my lips
and on into my throat, cutting off my air supply and my
futile protest that I was neither a fag nor a cocksucker.
His rough, calloused hands latched onto my ears, his wiry
pubic bush buried my nose, his sweaty balls snugged up
tight against my chin, his dick head lodged firmly in my
throat; I felt so very vulnerable, small and totally
inconsequential.

His loud, raucous laughter rained down on me, dripping
with a typical straight guy's disdain for my submissive
inferiority and his sexual superiority as he selfishly
took over my mouth and throat for his sexual pleasure. I
felt so used and cheap, like one of the easy cunt sluts
I regularly fuck into pregnancy.

"Hey," Bob called out to me between blow jobs of his own.
"I didn't know you were a queer boy, a fag cocksucker
like me."

Oh, god, how embarrassing to be called a cocksucker by a
cocksucker, but Bob wasn't finished.

"Deep throat too, shit, that must hurt real good. I can
see his big dick bulging all the way down in your throat.
Welcome to the cocksucker A team, faggot."

I shut my tear streaked eyes in utter shame, unwittingly
humiliated to the depth of my being by the troubled fag
I was supposedly here to help. I couldn't talk or suck,
so deeply impaled was I on this immobile Mexican dick...I
couldn't move my head at all. I felt inhuman, lower even
than the lowliest queer that ever stripped naked to
service a cock and swallow a load of sperm.  Fear washed
over me as I suddenly realized what was happening.

Cocksuckers don't often talk about this kind of blow job
much. But when they do it's among themselves and without
the presence of straight guys who might want to try it.
What the powerful Mexican was doing to me...fags refer to
it as being scumbagged. My brother explained it to me as
a deep throat blow job that isn't really a blow job at
all because the cocksucker can't suck or blow or even
swirl his tongue around the dominating dick in his mouth.
The cock is in him so deeply, hands holding his head so
tightly...the fag can't do any of the queer things that
give him so much pleasure. The controlling dick between
the submissive fag's lips simply "wears" the helpless
fag's mouth like a snug condom.

A faggot that's been scumbagged won't ever forget the
awful experience. The physical damage to his mouth and
throat heals in time...the emotional scar is permanent.
Fags freely swap stories of being outted as queers to
friends and family, but rarely admit to being scumbagged.

The queerest of queers: faggots who will drink piss from
a public urinal or nibble at a turd floating in a toilet,
faggots who will gladly open their mouths at a JO party
and swallow streams of cum and piss, faggots who will
suck a horse's dick and perform other outrageous acts in
which they can participate hate to be scumbagged. It's
the lack of participation that's so incredibly demeaning
and the Mexican in my mouth was doing it to me. With
queer Bob as a witness I was being scumbagged.

The agonizing minutes with an unmoving dick planted
deeply and firmly in my mouth passed slowly. Like a fag
instead of a straight guy, I prayed for the Mexican's
climax. Silently begged for the mouthful of sticky cum
and the freedom from his abusive dick that dared to use
me this way. The heavy spurts of warm cum finally came,
fast and furious, scalding my throat and filling my belly
with a load of Mexican spunk. I tasted nothing, nothing
but the bitter taste of shame at having been scumbagged.

Bob made quick work of the remaining Mexicans awaiting
blow jobs, then came over to help me. "You okay?" He
asked as I tried to get up off my knees. "You don't look
so good."

"I'll be fine in a minute," I said, coughing up some vile
tasting cum. I quickly turned away as Bob began to laugh.

"You, a faggot cocksucker. I wouldn't have believed it if
I hadn't seen you with a dick in your mouth. Nobody will
believe me when I tell them you're queer, not with your
rep for fucking young girls."

What a nightmare of a day. I'd been forced to suck cock,
scumbagged no less, and now I was going to be outted by
a fag. Quick thinking on my part saved the day and my
reputation.

I got Bob's promise of silence in exchange for blow jobs.
Not me blowing him, but Bob blowing me. Bob could suck my
dick for a month, whenever he wanted and I promised not
to cum in his mouth.

A sacrifice for me, wasting the sperm that could have
impregnated a lot of girls, but hey...I'm here to help.