HERE TO HELP BY MOORE
CHAPTER ONE
Stevie Rosen was ten years old when I taught him how to respect my fifteen year old cock. He was the youngest of the many submissive queers I've known and helped over the past ten years. Stevie did a pretty good job of sucking my dick as I recall, gagging only once when I thrust too deeply into his small but eager-to-please-me mouth. I remember the date, October 4, 1996, because it was his first double-digit birthday and he blew me in his bedroom shortly before making a wish and blowing out the candles on his cake. The spurts of hot cream I shot off in his new-to-cocksucking mouth came straight from my overheated balls; he loved the cum you should know. The ice cream cake we ate with his friends and family after the blow job was from Carvel.
Stevie, the eager little cocksucker, didn't realize it at the time of that experimental birthday blow job and his first taste of warm sperm, but I pretty much knew he was destined to be exclusively homosexual when he grew up. The way he happily bounced on my stiff dick when I fucked him the following week...the way he eagerly licked my balls clean of sticky cum, shit and ass juice all but sealed his, some might say, unfortunate fate. The revealing traits and characteristics of a talented and dedicated young fag-in-the-making were present; quite obvious to me, having had an older sibling who was queer.
Stevie was a good boy, a beautiful boy in body and mind and he adored me and my straight guy cock. I couldn't change his preordained cocksucker/pussy boy destiny, not that I wanted to you should know, because submissive queerness was dominant in his genes.
Like my queer brother, Marty, who went to his knees and spread his legs for any male who wanted to use him for oral or anal sex and other amusements, the great and demanding god COCK would lord over Stevie's life to the exclusion of everything else. Tough break for the kid, growing up queer in a homophobic world, but I could help him, unlike my queer brother who struggled mightily with his sexual orientation and low self esteem. I could help Stevie to accept the humiliation and degradation that superior straight males, like myself, will naturally deal out to inferior queers.
Marty was still conflicted about his homosexuality, a terribly frustrated, often depressed and unhappy queer teenager when his car went off a cliff. Maybe it was an accident like the police said...maybe not. Five guys had used him earlier that day, tied him naked to a tree in our backyard and hosed him down with their piss. He was so turned on by the abuse...so happy when they retied him on his knees for what he thought would be five blow jobs; so sad when not one of the five would let him suck.
"C'mon guys," he pleaded, "lemme suck your cocks."
"Open up, scumbag," one of them instructed Marty while stroking his cock an inch from my brother's face. "Gonna jerk off into your scumbag mouth."
As kids, Marty sucked my hairless cock as often as I would let him do it. He begged me at times with real tears in his eyes to please put my little dickie in his mouth...even when I unzipped to pee. Marty not only sucked my dick for hours at a time and drank my piss, but he licked my immature balls and kissed my ass in a relentless, but fruitless effort to make me cum.
I liked all the things he did to me with his hands and his mouth, though instinctively I refused to touch his hard prick, much less take it in my mouth. Marty tried so hard, I had great little orgasm, but I was simply too young to make the sperm he craved. He ate his own cum all the time, smacking his lips with enjoyment while I turned up my nose at the smell.
I wasn't the only boy he sucked, far from it. Boys would come to the house after school and on weekends when our parents were working at their store. Two or three boys at a time and Marty would happily give them all multiple blow jobs while I watched. He looked so very happy and contented when down on his knees with a stiff cock in his mouth, so sad and disappointed when none of the boys could cum or piss in his mouth anymore, called him a faggot or a cocksucker, and left.
Marty also sucked dick at the park in the ethnic part of town. A familiar visitor, he'd kneel by the basketball courts, shirtless, watching the black guys play ball. He made no attempt to hide his interest in their bodies or the big bulge in his tight, skimpy shorts. They'd gather around him during a break, laughing, dripping sweat on his head until Marty's hair was soaked and he began to tremble with undisguised desire.
"Please," he'd whimper, sniffing great gulps of air that smelled like the inside of a sweat sock. "You guys are so big and so hot."
"Whatcha want this time, fag?" A regular would inevitably ask, stepping closer until his crotch was an inch from Marty's anxious face. "Suck, fuck or piss?"
"Suck black dick," Marty would reply, licking his lips. "Please let me suck your cock, man, I need a big, black dick in my cocksucker mouth really bad."
"What about my bros, faggot?"
"I'll do you all, man, do anything you want. Suck, fuck, piss...only...please...the cum..."
"Yeah, faggot? What about the nasty cum?"
Let him suck your cocks and eat your cum, I wanted to shout above the laughter. Watching my brother grovel in the dust at their sneakered feet until the growing crowd of bystanders blocked my view was disturbing. Marty's desperate voice eventually rang out above the noise of the crowd. "I want to suck you all and I want you all to cum in my faggot, cocksucker, scumbag mouth."
I learned a lot about the physical and emotional needs of a queer from the black guys my brother serviced in the park. Marty needed and loved it all; the humiliation of begging to suck cock or to be fucked up the ass by the biggest ones, the degradation of being treated like a cum-eating, piss-drinking pig. Stevie Rosen and other young queers like him benefited greatly from this knowledge.
I miss my brother, and not just for all the great blow jobs he gave me. I think of him often, especially when I'm teaching a new fag or using an old one; helping the queer to accept his lowly status in life. Unfortunately, and this is my biggest regret, I never got to cum in Marty's mouth before he died.
I kept my sperm in the family, though, achieving my long awaited sexual maturity when our cousin John came down from college to attend Marty's funeral.
CHAPTER TWO
John, a queer like Marty? I suspected as much even before he undressed for bed. The way he walked and talked...eyed the young priest who conducted the service. More than one dick had passed through my handsome cousin John's thin, cocksuckerish lips. The bite marks around his nipples simply iced the cake. Fruit cake.
"Thirteen," I replied when he asked how old I was.
"Sucks to lose your brother. Were you guys close?"
"Real close," I said, staring at his crotch. "Sharing a room, you know. Marty and I had no secrets."
"Ever fool around? Jerk off?"
"Sometimes," I said slowly. "Blow jobs too."
I watched a very aroused John walk naked across the room. I'd given him a testing glimpse of my dick while changing into pajamas. "Marty sucked your dick?"
"Uh huh."
"Lemme suck it for you," he said excitedly. "You can cum in my mouth."
"I can't."
"Can't what?"
"Can't cum yet."
John nodded knowingly. "Lemme suck it anyway."
"Nah," I said, further testing my skills in the use of a fag. A little begging builds a queer's character.
John didn't disappoint, dropping to his knees at my feet. "Please let me suck your cock."
John was just an okay cocksucker, Marty was much better. I ejaculated in his mouth, my first wet cum, because mother nature said it was time.
"Who said you can't cum?" John said after swallowing my sperm. "Mmmm, mmm good."
Feeling proud and powerful, I wiped my wet, sticky dick on John's face and headed for the bathroom. "Hey, where ya going?" He said. "It's your turn."
"My turn for what?" I said over my shoulder, prepared to set my queer cousin straight about my sexual orientation.
"Your turn to blow me."
"Suck dick, no way. I let you suck my cock, John, gave you my cum...but that doesn't make me a fag like you."
John bristled. "Who you calling a fag?"
"The naked guy on his knees," I said with a smile. "The guy with a boner and my cum in his mouth. Look me in the eyes faggot and tell me you're not queer."
That took the wind from his sails. "A fag," John admitted with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I am a fag...a cocksucker. Guys use me, girls laugh at me...the only friends I have are fags."
John sounded a lot like Marty did during the last weeks of his life. When a fag goes into a funk there's only one way to cheer the queer up: COCK. I invited John to join me in the bathroom and while he was drinking my piss I gave him another big boost, one of Marty's favorites. "You can sleep in my bed tonight," I told him. "Between my legs with my cock in your mouth."
"All night?" He gurgled, shaking with joy like a kid with a new toy. "I always dreamed about sleeping with a dick in my mouth."
He did more sucking than sleeping, draining my newly productive balls three times before dawn. I pissed in his mouth several times too, of course, then climbed on his back and fucked him despite an initial protest.
"I don't do anal," he said as I lubed my cock with cum.
"You do now, pussy boy. Marty loved a dick up his ass, all queers do, so you're gonna love it too."
John looked over his shoulder at me and said, "You fucked your brother?"
"Once," I answered honestly. "I mostly watched while older guys with big, fat dicks fucked him. My dick was too small and thin to give him a really good fucking."
"Shit, Marty let a guy fuck him?"
"Guys, plural," I corrected, "five or six at a time. They all took turns fucking him, boning up again in his mouth after cumming in his ass. Marty loved being gang fucked, especially with a big cock jammed in his mouth...he could hardly walk or talk when they were done with him. Now bend over, faggot and let me fuck your queer ass."
My queer, cocksucker cousin loved it, splattering the sheets with cum when I unloaded in his ass. "Call me a pussy boy," he cried, then licked my spent cock and balls clean.
Once fucked John was insatiable. He begged me to fuck him again and again, kissing my asshole in a futile attempt to make me hard.
"It's no use, pussy boy, I'm done for the night. Your faggot tongue feels great in my ass, but I'm done."
"One more time, please try. My pussy feels so empty, I need a cock in me bad."
That's when I remembered Marty's latex dildo in the night table. Advertised on-line as "The Ultimate Prick a Self Lubricating Weapon of ASS Destruction". The humongous thing was 15" long and 8" wide at the base. The plum sized head was dark purple, the jet black shaft veiny and studded with ridges and bumps for maximum male pussy pleasure. The over sized balls held enough lube for two penetrations according to the directions. Marty had used the Prick once with my assistance; grimacing in pain as I carefully impaled him. He took half before begging me to stop.
Moved by his tears I stopped, the first and last time I made the big mistake of listening to Marty or any other fag I tried to help. Blame it on my youth and lack of experience, but respecting Marty's wishes showed my failure to understand his deep seated need to feel used and inferior. A fag, like a slave, needs to be treated with a firm hand and unwavering resolve, any less puts him at great emotional risk.
John paled when I showed him the Prick. "No way I can take it," he said meekly, demonstrating the lack of self confidence that all queers are born with.
"Sure you can, faggot," I responded to boost his ego and confidence. "It'll hurt some going in, but your pussy lips will stretch eventually and the pain will be good for you. Trust me."
He took if off course, squealing like a stuck pig as I hammered the Prick home with a shoe.
"Fuck me," he cried while I worked the Prick in his ass. "Harder, faster...oh shit I'm gonna cum."
John, now an enthusiastic pussy boy and a better adjusted queer went back to college the following day. He begged me to fuck him, to cum in his ruined ass once more before he left. I rubbed my dick raw in his gaping asshole.
Speaking of which, my dick I mean, it began to grow. Longer and fatter over the next two years; topping out at 8-1/2" erect and 5-1/4" around on my 15th birthday. I used it with a vengeance on Susan Webster, my 16 year old neighbor, fucking her brains out in her bedroom a week after my party.
I was a virgin, she wasn't. Her insatiable cunt and my raging cock were frequent companions until the twit got pregnant and moved away to have the baby. Paternity was never an issue because every guy I knew was screwing the slut's ass off, privately and in multi-guy gang bangs in the locker room at the Y. Susan was a great fuck, but after my experiences with faggots...the girl couldn't suck dick for beans. Worse yet, the cunt didn't like the taste of sperm and wouldn't swallow.
The next girl I fucked would have to do better.
CHAPTER THREE
"Nobody sucks dick like a fag," I warned Linda Miller as she got down on her knees to blow me. "Girls are best for fucking, that's why you have a cunt."
"I do love to fuck," the 14 year old twit whined. "But my vagina's too small for your big penis. It hurts when you put it all the way in me."
"My what?"
"Ooops, I mean your cock. My pussy's too small for your cock."
Small pussy, true, and sexy as hell. Linda, the bitch, gushed pussy juice at the slightest stimulation. The first time I fucked her, no matter the position or how hard I tried, a third of my dick was left out in the cold. She came twice on my dick, the ungrateful bitch, so I took off the offending condom she insisted I wear and painted her face with sperm. The cunt didn't like that at all. Tough.
Fags don't realize how lucky they are to be fags and naturally submissive. That's why smart, straight guys like me keep one handy at all times. Girls can be so demanding, fags expect so little and appreciate what we give them so much.
I treat fags and slutty girls with the same disrespect. The fags need it and love it, of course, and for the girls it's payback time for the shabby way they treated my brother when he was alive. Marty would do anything and everything for the straight guys who gave him cock and cum. Going down on a mangy, stray dog is but one example of the outrageous things guys made him do for the human dick he craved. The dog's watery sperm made him physically sick for a week. A girl's laughter, they laughed at him constantly, was a permanent wound in his queer heart.
Linda needed to learn a lesson so I called on Stevie Rosen to teach her who was boss. "Fuck her," I told him over Linda's shrieks. "She needs a small dick so get naked and give her a thrill."
Stevie blushed, obviously embarrassed by the presence of his first naked girl, but he stripped naked when I gave him the look. Linda, equally embarrassed, tried to cover her tiny tits and dripping cunt from his gaze. I pulled her hands away then spread her out on the bed and waved Stevie over. "Have at it kids," I instructed, then sat back to enjoy the fuck show.
Linda, my hot little sex kitten, reacted like the cock slut I knew her to be. The poor thing tried everything, unaware that Stevie was a fag, crying out in frustration each time his boner died near the swollen lips of her wet cunt. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Why can't you keep it up?"
Stevie looked at me over Linda's shoulder. "Tell her the truth," I mouthed, enjoying his distress. "Don't be shy."
"You're a faggot?" Linda shouted with disdain at his admission, edging away from the hapless, but honest queer with a limp and useless dick. "I won't be fucked by a faggot and I definitely won't suck a fag's cock."
"Be nice to the fag, cunt," I told her sharply. "Stevie just needs a little help to keep his dick hard enough to fuck you. Lube your finger with your pussy juice then shove it up his ass."
They went at it like rabbits, squirming around on the bed to increase the penetration of finger and prick. I took a few pictures for my collection then pulled them apart before either reached climax. Time enough for that after I exerted my control.
Stevie looked so sweet wearing Linda's bra and bikini panties, she used her make-up on his face to make him look more like a blushing girl. "Stop crying, faggot," I warned as he stared at himself in the mirror. "Your mascara's gonna run all over your pretty face."
"But I don't want to be a girl," Stevie sobbed. "I'm a boy."
"A boy who sucks dick, a queer," I reminded him. "Think of all the straight guys you can suck off if they think you're a girl, huh, faggot? Big guys with big dicks who wouldn't be caught dead with a fag. All the nice sperm, creamy and warm, spurting into your cocksucker mouth."
I left the little faggot with that pleasant thought and turned my attention to Linda. She was masturbating, fingering her sloppy wet slit with a dreamy look on her face. I let her continue for a moment longer then slapped her hand away from her snatch. "Need to cum, bitch?"
"I was so close, please let me cum."
"Lay back and spead'em wide, slut, the fag'll lick you off."
Stevie rarely gags on my eight inch dick. He's learned to take it all, down to my pubes, though he hates when I cum in his throat because he loves the taste of my sperm. He's keen to bury his face in my crotch, lick my sweaty balls and hairy armpits, but he gagged big time when I set him between Linda's legs and pushed his face into her glistening, juicy cunt.
"Get used to it, faggot," I told him for his own good. "When you get older you'll be sucking plenty of straight guys after they've fucked their girls."
His first licks and sucks were tentative at best. Linda clamped her legs around his head, trapping his face in a place no fag cares to go.
CHAPTER FOUR
All fags are cocksuckers, but not all cocksuckers are fags. It's a matter of degree. I've sucked a cock and swallowed a load of sperm so technically speaking you could call me a cocksucker, but I'm no faggot. I did it once to a black guy I picked up in the very same park that my brother liked so much. To see what it was like, to see first hand if the real fags knew something that straight guys like me might enjoy too. They don't. A dick in my mouth was nothing more than, well, a dick in my mouth...an experiment to assist me in helping queers to achieve their potential and emotional stability.
I blew the big, black guy from my knees, completely naked: the submissive position and humiliating attire preferred by homosexuals. "Great dick, stud," I said sincerely after exposing his rather awesome penis. "Please let me suck it for you."
"Go for it, cocksucker."
I licked his hairy balls and thick shaft, kissed the tip of his cock before taking the spongy head in my mouth. I've had enough blow jobs from queers to know how to do it right.
"Fuckin' A, faggot," he gasped when I put my hands behind his massive thighs and pulled him deeply into my mouth. "Suck me, faggot, take all my nigger dick."
He had no idea I was a straight guy on a fact finding mission, simply a fag to be used for his sexual pleasure. I stroked my cock while I sucked his...moaned a lot and gazed up into his eyes, because that's what a fag would do with a dick in his mouth. It was all an act of course, an academy award performance that fooled him completely.
I sensed he was close to a climax before he announced it. "Gonna nut in your fuckin' pussy mouth, faggot. You want my nigger jizz, white boy?"
I nodded affirmatively, unaccustomed to speaking with a dick in my mouth. Experienced cocksuckers learn how to do it, quite amazing, but this was my first time. Not that I wanted him cumming in my mouth you should know, sperm is really disgusting. Fags crave the taste and texture of the sticky spooge so I had to make the big sacrifice and pretend I loved it too.
The spurts of cum inside my mouth were well, interesting, I have to honestly admit. I swallowed quickly to minimize the awful, salty taste, shuddering at the thought of the millions of microscopic sperm cells wriggling around in my belly. I thanked him when he withdrew from my mouth, glad that the ordeal was over. I didn't have to lick his cock clean, thank goodness. He used my shirt for that before zipping up and walking away.
One well given blow job gave me the final insight I needed to help all the fags I meet. Call me if you need me, faggots, because I'm here to help.