Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 17:47:58 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Party Mouth Part V

PARTY MOUTH

BY: MOORE

PART FIVE
CHAPTER NINE

"A party?  With who?  Where?" Tom asked as he followed me
out of the car.  He was naked, having left his clothes in
the back seat, and my anger returned anew as I looked at
his tiny clit-like penis and well-formed breasts at the
cruel trick that had been played on him. Injecting him
with female hormones to suppress his maleness was a
terrible thing to do. He had every right to be a fag,
same as me; every right to suck a cock if he wanted to or
take a cock in his pussy-ass without being changed into
a girl.

"In your mouth, mine too," I replied, pointing to the
group of beer drinking truckers across the parking lot of
the truck stop.  "All those men over there, once they see
my thong and your naked body, will be coming to the party
and cumming in our mouths.  Leave your clothes in the car
and follow me if you're game to party and suck trucker
cock."

We set up shop on either side of the keg, on our knees in
a puddle of beer. The men lined up in front of us for a
blow job and a beer, filling our empty bellies with loads
of sperm and no small amount of piss.  Tom sucked the
final cock in his line then went with the same big fellow
to see the sleeper compartment of his truck. I remained
on my knees by the keg to party with any late cummers.

He returned after I serviced two more trucker cocks. All
smiles I saw, evidently well fucked by the big, horny
trucker judging by the bite marks on his breasts and cum
oozing out of his pussy ass.

"Great party, Steven," he said, licking an errant spurt
of fresh semen off my face. "Mmmm, mmmm good cum. Great
lunch. More of the same for dinner?"

We stopped for a couple of snacks before it was time for
dinner: two soldiers hitching a ride back to camp and a
group of local boys who thought we'd only stopped to cool
off at their roadside lake.  Tom, naked, fit right in
because they were swimming naked too.  Cool turned to hot
when one boy asked about my unusual bathing suit.

"It's a thong," I explained, staring at his package of
goodies that looked good enough to eat.  "Girls wear them
mostly...a few guys..."

"Gay guys, right?  Homosexuals?"

Smart kid, I thought, nodding suggestively and hoping for
the best.

They readily lined up for blow jobs, a new experience for
all but one boy who claimed that his older cousin from
California had done it to him.  Tom could party with the
others, I thought. This boy was for me.

"Did you cum in her mouth?" I asked, kneeling between his
shaky legs.

He shook his head no as I blew on the tip of his cock.
"She said that part was nasty. It is sort of, you know.
Sticky and gooey and it doesn't smell so good. It must
taste awful."

"I don't think so at all."

"You don't?"

"Best part of the blow job, warm cum spurting into my
mouth. Like a reward, the cocksucker's reward for a job
well done."

"Uh, huh. You gonna suck my cock now?"

"Absolutely!  And I definitely want you to cum in my
mouth."

Tom and I left a bunch of happy, spent, farm boys at that
lake in the middle of nowhere.  A few of them, the boys
that were clutching a pal's hard-on, seemed likely to
continue the party without us. Why not, I thought as we
sped away. The world could always use another cocksucker.

The two lane road through seemingly endless fields of
corn yielded nothing for the next hundred miles. Not even
a single gas station attended by a bored grease monkey
who might like to party in the hot mouths of a couple of
cum-starved queers. Tom, desperate for a taste, leaned
over to blow me as I drove wildly into the setting sun.

I was close to cumming when a police car with its lights
flashing appeared in the rear view mirror. Tom was still
happily bobbing away on my dick, unaware of what was
going down...other than his head...as I pulled off the
road and out of Tom's mouth. A moment too late.  One look
inside the car, at the sperm on Tom's face and the cop
had us pegged.

"Well, well, a pair of faggots," he chuckled softly,
keying the mike in his hand. "I'm bringing in two queer
boys, Harry," he said into the mike. "Prepare a cell. Oh,
and Harry, the lodge meeting's at eight tonight?"

"Do you have to arrest us, sir, put us in jail for being
queers?" I asked. "Can't we work something out, officer?
Please."

"Maybe. What did you have in mind, faggot?"

"A little party, sir." I said, dropping to my knees and
taking Tom down with me.

"A party, faggot?  Where?" He asked, rubbing his crotch.

I smiled up at the cop and said. "A party in my mouth,
sir, in my faggot, cocksucker mouth. Would you like to
cum?"

"Me too," Tom cried out, "I'm a cocksucker too. The party
should be in my faggot mouth."

"I only got one dick."

"You have friends though, officer," I said, licking my
lips in anticipation.  "The lodge meeting...tonight?"
 
"Got eighty members in the lodge, if everybody comes. You
queer boys willing to service forty dicks each?"

"Yes sir," Tom and I responded together.  Forty dicks, if
they all came in my mouth, would break my personal record
for sucking cock and eating cum.  My knees would be sore,
my lips cracked and swollen, my belly distended with
forty loads of sperm. But I was a cocksucker, dick was my
god, so I looked forward eagerly to tonight's party in my
mouth."