Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 19:17:55 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Party Mouth Part VI

PARTY MOUTH

BY: MOORE

PART SIX
CHAPTER TEN

"Don't tell me, Joe," the heavyset police officer behind
the desk chuckled as Tom, naked as a blue jay, and I in
my thong walked into the police station. "Let me guess.
The two queers you stopped for reckless driving, right?"

"That they are, Harry. The naked fag's named Tom, the fag
in the funny jock strap is Steven."

"They got last names, Joe, to mark down in the book?"

"Just mark'em down as the Brothers Queer: Steven Queer
and Tom Queer."

Harry made the entry in the police blotter, an official
record. "I got a cell ready and waiting," he said. Judge
Carson'll be back on Monday. S'pose I could find some
prison duds for the Brothers Queer."

"Don't bother with any of that," Officer Joe said,
"there's been a slight change in plans.  I'm not gonna
charge them, we'll let them go later tonight after the
lodge meeting. Tom and Steven have volunteered to host a
little party."

Officer Harry looked confused. "A party, where?  What
kind of party?"

Officer Joe turned to me and nodded.  "Tell him, faggot."

"A cocksucking party, Officer Harry," I said quickly.

He looked at me cross-eyed and asked, "And where is this,
ah, cocksucking party going to take place?"

I smiled sweetly and said, "In my faggot mouth, Officer
Harry. I hope you can cum."

"Hey, the party's in my mouth too," Tom piped up. "I'm a
faggot cocksucker too, you know, and everyone's invited
to cum in my mouth."

The party started at eight and ended at midnight. Four
hours of non-stop cocksucking and with so many lodge
members attending, barley a moment passed when Tom and I
didn't have a cock or a load of fresh sperm in our
mouths.  The members were older men for the most part,
slower to get hard and harder to suck off to climax than
the high school and college guys I usually partied with.
The semen was just as good, I must have swallowed at
least a quart of warm sperm, well worth the extra time
and effort it took to make them cum.

Joe and Harry followed us in a squad car to edge of town
where we all got out of our cars. "You two cocksuckers
did good tonight," Joe said as he unzipped his pants.
"Now it's time for a private party."

Tom bent over for Harry after sucking him hard and I did
the same for Joe. "Did you ever fuck a guy up the ass
before?" Joe asked as I spread my cheeks with one hand
and guided his hard-on into my ass with the other.

"Back in the service," Harry grunted, already balls deep
in Tom's upturned butt. "A colored boy from New York City
and queer as a three dollar bill. The whole company of
twenty white guys fucked that pansy nigger in the shower
most every night."

"No shit."

"Oh, yeah.  We'd start off in the nigger's thick-lipped
mouth, get hard, then move around to his fat, black ass
and fuck the shit outta him. Towards the end of the six
weeks of basic training that dick-pig slut of a nigger
was still a helluva cocksucker, but wasn't hardly worth
screwing no more."

"Why's that?"

"Loose as the cunt on a ten buck whore, that's why. By
the end of basic, twenty guys busting a load or two in
the nigger bitch night after night, you could've rammed
a baseball bat up that faggot's ruined ass and the nigger
wouldn't have felt a thing. Dicking the slut was like
fucking a bowl of warm cornmeal mush."

Joe's cock was no bat, big enough though to rub against
my prostate gland each time he thrust in me deep. My dick
was leaking strings of precum like a faucet and my balls,
snuggled up tight, were ready to blow. Harry was doing a
similar number on Tom, screwing him towards me until we
were face to face.

"Would you look at them queer boys go at each other," Joe
panted between quickening thrusts. "Fuckin' faggots are
in love."

Tom smelled and tasted like semen when we kissed. The
pubic hairs of various colors that were stuck in his
teeth tickled when I worked my tongue around the inside
of his slimy and slightly swollen mouth. We'd sucked off
a lot of men at the party, maybe thirty cocks each, ate
a lot of cum: and now we were being fucked. It was a lot
to deal with for any fag, let alone a fag like Tom who,
with his breasts and tiny cock, looked so much like a
girl. I worried about Tom because in a way I did love him.

Tom and I sucked the cum out of each other's asses while
Joe and Harry straightened their clothes.  "You queers
drive careful," Joe said. "No cocksucking behind the
wheel."

Good advice which Tom disregarded as soon as we hit the
road.  He fell asleep with my cock in his mouth as I
drove west.


CHAPTER
ELEVEN

Tom and I parted company after a cocksucking party at a
truck stop in Omaha, Nebraska.  He continued west to
sunny California with a pair of truckers in a Peterbilt.
Tom had serviced the horny pair with his mouth and ass so
they were happy to make a spot for him in the sleeper. I
hung around to party with a few late arriving cocks, then
headed north to Bismarck, South Dakota, and school.

I passed up a lot of party opportunities since I didn't
want to be late for the first day of class. The weather
was cold when I arrived on campus, too cold really for
just a thong. I put on some clothes, the first I'd worn
since beginning my trip, and headed straight to the
administration building to pick up my schedule and dorm
assignment.

"You have a single," the fellow behind the desk said,
handing me the key. "The luck of the draw."

Bad luck in my opinion since I was hoping for a roommate
or two or three to serve as their personal cocksucker.
"I'll just have to host a party to meet the other guys in
the dorm," I said. "You're invited too."

"A party sounds good, but where?  The room's pretty
small."

I gave him a big smile and said. "We'll party in my
mouth."

"Huh?"

"I'm a fag."

"A flag?"

The stunned look on his face was priceless when I untied
the drawstring that held up my sweat pants and gave him
a view of my thong.  "No, not a flag, a fag...you know,
queer for guys?"

"Jesus...a fag? Bismark's a small town...I never met a
fag before."

"Well, you have now," I said, extending my hand. "My name
is Steven."

"I'm Walter. Are you really a fag?"

Actions speak louder than words, but I had a class in ten
minutes so a blow job right then was out of the question.
I hiked up my sweat pants and collected my stuff. "Come
to the party later, Walter," I said, turning to leave.
"And find out for yourself."

Walter came to my tiny room after classes were done for
the day, they all came to the fag's room eventually.
Students and teachers, whites and blacks...the blow job
party in my cocksucker mouth was all the rage on campus.

"Where's the party?" I got asked all the time.

"Why, in my mouth," was my standard reply. "I sure hope
you can cum."