Date: Wed, 09 May 2007 12:02:37 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Here To Help - Part Six

HERE TO HELP
BY MOORE

PART SIX

Bob made good use of my promise; the month-long exclusive
use of my prick in exchange for his silence. The greedy,
cock hungry faggot blew me no less than four times a day
during the first week alone. I left big streaks of wet
cum all over campus, sprayed my sperm everywhere...except
in queer Bob's cocksucker mouth. I had neither the least
bit of strength left to fuck any of the young coed cunts
that clamored for my dick, nor a sufficient sperm count
to fertilize a single one of their waiting eggs. I wasn't
looking forward to the next three weeks of wasted orgasms
and my invaluable sperm, but far less than the god-awful
humiliation I'd suffer if Bob spread the word about my
giving head to a Mexican stud who used my mouth like a
cheap, drug store scumbag.

Sexual humiliation should be reserved exclusively for the
queers who thrive on the scorn and laughter directed at
them. Fags expect to be treated like...well, like scum
sucking faggots who can't live without a dick in their
mouths. None of that bullshit for a straight guy like me
who, out of simple curiosity, sucks an occasional cock.

Stan, the cum loving queer who didn't like to suck cock,
he ended up helping me out.  Bob was blowing me early one
morning, how that fag could suck a dick, and Stan came
over to watch his fellow queer at work. "You gonna take
his load?" Stan asked, well aware of Bob's aversion to
eating cum.

Bob shook his head no and Stan immediately dropped to his
knees. "Could I please have his sperm in my mouth then?
I'll lick his big balls while you suck his dick...we'll
switch off when he's ready to cum?"

Timing is everything in life and the two fags got it just
right. Bob sucked me to the edge then yielded the head of
my cock to Stan who got me to lose my load with only one
healthy suck. I filled the faggot's grateful mouth with
my first and biggest cumload of the day, pleased to be
able to help such two diverse queers find satisfaction.
A cocksucker and a cumeater, the Fag Team.

I eventually got the Fag Team a much sought after spot
among the cocksucking contingent in town at an adult book
store's busy glory hole operation. The straight guys who
paid the modest admission fee got great head from one fag
that loved to suck dick and blew their loads into the hot
mouth of a second faggot that loved to eat steamy loads
of cum. A very efficient method it was to maximize the
store's CSPH, or Cocks Sucked Per Hour, and revenues.

I returned to college cunts with a vengeance once the
month with Bob was up, banging the sweet young sluts
bareback, two or three in my bed at a time. The pussy
king was back in the saddle, the women's lib lesbians on
campus were outraged at the slew of newly reported
pregnancies, and the college fags kept coming to me for
help until the semester was over and I left campus for my
summer camp job in Maine.

Camp Walden Pond, deep in the wilderness on 100 private
acres and outrageously expensive, specializes in programs
for gifted boys from 10 to 15 years of age. Much of it
faggy stuff if you ask my humble opinion. Theater arts,
ballet and modern dance, fashion and jewelry design,
poetry reading, cinema, painting and sculpture are some
of the activities that the wealthy parents want for their
boys. Forget about baseball or soccer or dodge ball for
these talented but unathletic youths. The only sport
offered, though its hardly fair to call the sissy game a
sport, is croquette.

The camp, which is owned for the past thirty years by my
uncle Warren and his life long partner Irving Cohen, was,
until the fall of 1999, a nudist colony for middle class
families. I started working there in the summer of 2000
so I never saw it as a nudist colony. I find it hard to
imagine any normal family spending weeks together in the
altogether nude. The parents maybe and little boys and
girls who aren't old enough to care if they're naked or
dressed. But sexually mature brothers and sisters, horny
teenage boys and girls naked as new born babes? Shit, I'd
be slobbering all over her tits and eating out her pussy
while I made her suck my dick, fucking her senseless...if
I had a sister.

Nudity is still a viable option at Camp Walden Pond, one
that is practiced by the entire staff...the morning after
all the boys' parents have gone off on the own exotic or
erotic vacations.  We encourage the campers to shed all
their clothes too, strip down naked like we all do during
breakfast. We keep it light hearted and entertaining,
lots of singing and dancing, and happy poetic cries of
'look at me I'm naked and free.' It works like a charm
every summer.

The outright homosexuals in the group need very little
convincing. The fags are the first boys to shed their
clothes and show off their cocks. These well-adjusted,
obedient queers have been comfortably naked in front of
other boys many times before. In fact, all but the shy,
inhibited straight boys and the closeted queers get
caught up in the fun and are easily persuaded to strip.
Clothing flies like confetti in every direction.  Shirts,
shorts, socks and underwear, all of which is quickly
whisked away to prevent second thoughts, soon litters the
floor. Naked young boys are everywhere you look. Their
little hairless dicks...some actually not so little and
with dark bushy pubes, bring happy smiles and happier
hardons to the gay members on the staff.

The shy boys who don't want to strip generally come
around in a day or two and join in the naked fun. Some
cave in to the peer pressure and others begin to feel
ridiculous wearing any clothes when everyone else is
bare-assed naked.

The potential fags among the campers, the boys who are
either in denial or unsure or unaware of their sexual
orientation are the last ones to give up their clothes.
There's more than a few badly confused boys like that
every summer and we do need to have every camper naked
before the real sex-based fun can begin in ernest.

Getting him out of his clothes is my job. Getting him out
of the closet, getting a cock in his hand and getting
that very first cock in his virginal mouth is my job too.
Why? Because I'm here to help.

I helped four confused boys blossom into happy faggots
last summer. Tyrone Carver, a very bright 14 year old,
naturally submissive, black boy from the Bronx was one.
Tyrone did himself proud, earning the camp's cocksucker
of the week award after we had our little helpful talk
and two blow job training sessions. Tyrone had a thick
set of lips that are common among the members of his
race. Cocksucker lips, that gave him a big edge over his
thin-lipped white competitors. Sliding my hard dick
between his thick beauties and into his mouth was a
memorable experience.

"I'm a black faggot," he said with great pride from his
knees at his acceptance speech, which I helped him write.
"I love to suck cock and love to eat cum, something I
didn't know for sure before I came to Camp Walden Pond.
I'd like to thank my fellow campers, all you sexually
superior straight boys for allowing me to suck your
wonderful cocks this past week and giving me this award."

Tyrone paused for a moment, beaming with the undisguised
joy of a true submissive as the derisive laughter and
shouts of faggot and queer washed over him. He drank
deeply from the cup of warm sperm on the podium, sperm
supplied by masturbating members of the staff, before
continuing.

"Thank all you superior white boys for giving me, an
inferior, queer black boy, the opportunity to find my
proper place and purpose in this summer camp and in the
world."

"Yeah, Tyrone," came a shout from the back of the room.
"On your knees, queer, with my big white prick between
your thick lips, deep in your pussy mouth. And my sticky
white cum all over your faggot black face."

Tyrone beamed at his verbal abuser then polished off all
the remaining sperm with an audible sigh of pleasure.
"And thank you most of all for giving me, a lowly black
faggot, your big loads of precious cum, for cumming in my
unworthy, cocksucker mouth."

Tyrone remained on his knees at the conclusion of his
short speech and forty naked boys with raging hardons
joined him on the stage. Not for blow jobs which would
take too much time, but to jerk off into his wide open
mouth. He ended up so covered in streaks of white cum
that you knew he was a fag, but you could hardly tell he
was black.

Tyrone won the cocksucker of the week award three more
times during the nine week camp season. He lost the big
prize, however, in a hotly fought contest with another
dick hungry faggot that I was able to help. The vote was
close, but Juan Gonzales, a 15 year old Hispanic queer
from Queens, a cocksucker without a natural gag reflex,
edged out Tyrone by three votes. Juan's extraordinary
ability to go all the way down to the hairy base of the
biggest cocks in camp prevailed over Tyrone's thick lips.
All the big dicked guys on the staff voted for Juan so he
won the title of Camp Cocksucker in 2005.

The title of Camp Pussy in 2005 was easily won by a
precocious 12 year old boy from Princeton, New Jersey.
David Bell was a dancer like his mother, taking both
ballet lessons and his instructor's cocks up his ass
almost from the time he could walk. He was really too
pretty to be a boy so it's just as well that he turned
out to be a sissy boy faggot with an ass that could match
the pussy of any girl I've ever fucked.

"Sure I can suck dick," he bluntly told me at our first
meeting. "But what I really like is a good fucking. You
know, a big dick driving up my pussy boy ass and filling
me full of cum. Do you think that's queer because I'm so
young?"

"Not for a faggot like you." I told him, stroking my
hardon with one hand and reaching for the tube of KY on
my nightstand with the other. "What's your most favorite
position for fucking?"

"Oh, I dunno, I sort of like them all. On my back is nice
with the guy between my legs or doggy style. It's really
how the top guy wants to use me for sex to maximize his
pleasure."

Spoken like a true submissive queer.

"You gonna use that lube to fuck me?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

David giggled at my question, sounding like the little
boy he was. "It's not what I want," he said, turning
around to show me his beautiful ass. "I'm just a fag that
likes to be fucked."

I fucked him of course, hard and deep. Scalded his bowels
with a hot load of spunk, then sat back with a smoke as
he licked my sticky cock and balls clean of every trace
of cum. Every guy in camp, the straight boys and the
other queers fucked David night and day during the hot
summer of 2005. How his ass pussy stayed so tight, pink
and inviting with all that fucking remains a mystery to
me. There were several older queer boys in the running
for the title of Camp Pussy, but young David won hands
down, or should I say, legs spread and ass up.

The biggest surprise, and my greatest success of last
summer was helping Joel Rosenbaum, a new staff member,
walk away with Camp Walden Pond's most coveted award.
Joel, a junior at Ohio State and a wide receiver on the
football team, was the least likely person to win the all
around title of Camp Fag.

Naked of course like everyone else, Joel spent the first
week bashing every single one of the homosexual campers
and staff like the worst homophobic prick I'd ever met in
my life. The words faggot, cocksucker, pussy boy and
queer spewed from his mouth like snake venom whenever a
gay staff member or camper approached him. And approach
him they did, despite his obvious loathing of homos, with
erect, throbbing, precum dripping cocks...more often than
not crawling to him slavishly on their hands and knees
with offers of blow jobs and rim jobs and more.

Why ever did the faggots do this for a guy who treated
them worse than the low-life piece of shit they already
were? Because Joel with or without his clothes on was one
irresistibly sexy hunk of a guy. The kind of guy that
makes a female's head spin with lust and desire; makes
her pussy sopping wet, her pink nipples stiffen with
overt sexual arousal. The kind of hot guy that drives a
helpless, submissive homosexual to the humbling position
of grovelling on his knees. Even a macho man straight guy
like myself was drawn in by Joel's looks and charisma,
the pitiful queers at camp didn't have a chance.

All day long and on into the night the queers couldn't
stop talking and lusting after Joel. I'd do anything to
suck Joel's dick and swallow his cum, was on every fag's
cocksucker lips.  Each queer had his own fag fantasy that
he shamelessly shared with the others: I want to lick and
kiss Joel's balls; I wish he'd jerk off on my face and
cover me with cum; I want to kiss his ass and tongue his
hole; I wonder what Joel's cum tastes like; maybe he'd
fuck me hard if I let him piss and shit in my mouth, to
describe just a few. I had to help the frustrated queers
who were showing signs of depression, so I took it upon
myself to have a private word with Joel, man to man, over
a couple of beers.

"Sure I like to get off," he stated after showing me a
picture of his rather plain looking girlfriend. "Sarah
and I fool around a little."

"You fuck her?"

"Well, no, not exactly. I want to of course, but she's a
good girl from an orthodox Jewish family. We're waiting
to have sex until we get married."

I smelled a frustrated virgin and pressed on. If I could
get Joel aroused by talking about sex, who knows what
might happen. "She sucks your cock though, right, and
lets you cum in her mouth?"

Joel drained his second beer before answering. "Um, no,
she doesn't suck or fuck. I asked her once for a blow
job, but, well...Jewish girls don't suck dick, ever, and
they sure as hell don't eat cum."

"Hand jobs, then? Cum all over her face and tits?"

Joel sighed deeply and shook his head no. His cock shook
too, I noticed, which indicated that my words were having
the desired effect.

"She doesn't fuck or suck or play with your dick to get
you off," I said, incredulously. "You must be one horny
dude with one tired hand."

"You can say that again."

"So tell me, Joel, what have you got against fags?"

"The bible says that homosexuality is a sin."

"The bible says a lot of things, but times change.
Homosexuals are god's creation too, you know."

"I never thought of it that way."

"Well, sure, fags are the way they are for a good
reason."

"Huh?"

"God made fags to serve superior straight guys like you
and me. The girl's camp across the lake doesn't open for
a week, Joel. I can't wait that long for a blow job or a
pussy to fuck so I use one of the handy cocksuckers in
camp to drain my balls. Truth is Joel, girls are a great
fuck, but no cunt I ever screwed can suck dick like a
fag. You've got to let the camp queers go down on your
dick. Maybe try sucking too," I suggested, "see if you
like it."

Joel, absently stroking his ample hardon, was silent for
a few minutes. His question, when he asked it, revealed
a good heart and, like so many homophobics, a complete
misunderstanding about the innate needs of homosexuals.
I could have answered his question easily enough, but I
thought it would be much more effective if he heard it
straight from a faggot cocksucker's mouth. Two faggot
cocksuckers, in fact: Bruce, a staff member and Danny, a
14 year old camper.

"Why do I go down on straight guys?" Bruce said to Joel
while staring at his cock. "Is that what you want to
know?"

"Well, um, yeah," Joel replied as little Danny crawled
between his legs. You faggots could just suck and fuck
with each other and leave us straight guys alone."

"We could and we sometimes do, but sex with another fag's
like kissing your sister," Bruce explained as he joined
Danny between Joel's legs. "I love a real man's cock in
my faggot mouth and in my pussy ass...need a real man to
own me, take me for his personal sex slave and use me for
his sexual pleasure to fulfill my purpose in life."

"But what's in it for the fag besides the humiliation and
degradation of sucking another guy's cock?" Joel asked as
both Danny and Bruce began to lick and kiss his hairy,
hanging nuts. "I get to fuck your face and climax and you
get...?"

"A hard cock between my lips and a mouthful of warm cum,"
Bruce replied, "that's part of my reward.  And after I
swallow your load of sweet semen and lick your cock and
balls and pubic hair clean, the satisfaction of knowing
that I've served you well."

Danny slipped Joel's dick into his small mouth and began
to suck hard while Bruce rambled on about the joys of
being queer. "I'm proud to be a faggot, a cocksucker, a
pussy," he concluded, then joined up with Danny to assist
him with the blow job, sharing an impressive load of cum.

Joel took a grateful Bruce and Danny back to his room
after the blow job. He made the happy homos crawl behind
him on their hands and knees, which made them both even
happier, pausing on the way to urinate on their backs.
"Thanks for showing me how to use a fag," he said to me
before closing the door.

I don't know what the two fags did to him during the
night, but in the morning Joel was a changed person. No
one was more surprised than I when Joel came down to
breakfast with a pink ribbon tied in a bow around his
erect cock and made his shocking announcement in front of
the entire camp.

"I'm a fag," he said aloud without a hint of shame or
remorse in his voice. "A faggot, a queer, a cum-eating,
piss-drinking cocksucker and I want to thank Bruce and
Danny for helping me out of the closet. I'm playing for
the queer team now and I hope all you straight guys will
make good and frequent use of my cocksucker mouth and
pussy ass."

Two lines formed immediately as Joel got down on his
hands and knees. A homophobic straight guy turning homo
was a queer that had to be used. I directed traffic to
his mouth and ass, fucked him myself too, because I'm
here to help.