HERE TO HELP BY MOORE
PART TWO
Through the Darwinian forces of natural selection and species mutation, for reasons I can only guess at, there has evolved a growing population of human males called homosexuals. These inferior males; sexually driven, decidedly promiscuous, and inheritantly submissive, seldom develop the sense of pride and self worth commonly found in their heterosexual counterparts. Scorned by a judgmental society and further debased by humiliating labels like queer, faggot, cocksucker, pussy boy and worse, the vast majority of homosexuals choose to live hidden, closeted lives. Furthermore, incapable of resisting the frequent, all powerful sexual urges, yet ashamed and fearful that this slavish devotion to the naked male body and its various fluids will become known, homosexuals exist with sorrow and conflict.
My queer brother paid the ultimate price of this conflict and my mission since his sorrowful death has been to assist other queers avoid a similar fate. In other words, I'm here to help.
Man's personal satisfaction and sense of happiness is ephemeral at best, particularly for a dick-dependent fag who must rely on the accommodation of a superior male to satisfy his insatiable sexual desires. A rock hard dick sliding easily and smoothly between a pair of wanting, greedy lips and on into a hungry mouth, or piercing through a puckered asshole...the longed for mouthful of warm sperm; a few sucks, a thrust, a swallow and a fag's short-lived joy, his reason for existing is spent.
Objectively considering the humiliating, dehumanizing nature of the unnatural, homosexual acts; the submissive crawling, kneeling and grovelling at the feet of superior heterosexual males...often times naked and obscenely aroused, and the shameless pleading and begging to be used like a cheap, throw-away toy for a real man's sexual pleasure, it's understandable that homos are ridiculed by our society.
I don't disagree. Although useful at times, like when a girl who sucks cock and swallows cum is unavailable, fags are definitely low-life scum. But even the lowest forms of life on the planet deserve a small measure of lasting happiness. Stevie Rosen, queer boy, found his heaven when despite his initial protest I turned him over to the football team at my high school. Forty horny guys, more cocks to service...more cum and piss to enjoy than even a blissfully happy Stevie could handle in a single day.
I hated to lose him, a terrific cocksucker and a pretty good fuck, but with so many troubled fags who need my help I had to let him go.
Jack Carson, the divorced father of twin girls is one more of my recent successes. His daughters are hot, very fuckable 15 year old sluts that know how to please a straight guy like me. Jack's hot too and equally fuckable as I discovered.
We met at a pool party his daughters held at their house. I sensed right away that he had an eye for the boys, holding my handshake much longer than necessary was but one clue. He licked his lips and stared when I dropped my shorts and adjusted my Speedo clad package. So when no one was looking I followed him into the house.
"My brother was gay," I told him flat out as he handed me a soft drink.
"Really?"
"Yes, sir. Queer as a three dollar bill."
"And you, son?" Jack put his hand on my bare shoulder. "Are you gay?"
I put my hand on top of Jack's, let him think what he would for now, and said. "I'm here to help you, sir."
"And what help do you think I might need?"
The poor queer was trembling, unable to conceal his pent up homosexual desire from my educated eye. I let him heat up for a moment longer then made him an offer he could not refuse. "Would you like to blow me, sir? Go down on your knees and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth?"
No yes or no, he simply looked at my throbbing crotch and said, "Follow me upstairs."
Jack closed the bedroom door then fell to his knees at my bare feet. "How did you know I was gay?"
I ignored his question and further exerted the authority necessary to help him by ordering him to take off all his clothes. "Quickly, cocksucker, before we're missed and someone comes looking and finds you on your knees with my dick in your faggot mouth." Too soon, I thought, to expose the closeted queer to the risk of exposure and humiliation. In a fairly short time though, under my confidence building tutelage, Jack wouldn't care who or how many people, including his daughters, watched him service a cock with his mouth and swallow a load of cum.
Buttons flew when he hurriedly ripped off his shirt. The lacy black thong he wore under his pants convinced me that Jack needed my help bad. "Would you please fuck me too?" He asked, reaching for my dick. "After I suck your cock and eat your first load? It's been so long since I've tasted young cum or been fucked by a young stud."
Jack Carson joined a gym within a month of our first meeting. Not a fancy health club that he could well afford, but a seedy gym called Sams that I took him to one afternoon. Sam, a retired boxer, trained amateurs for the professional ring. Black teenagers who were only too happy to help a middle aged white fag come out of the closet.
"I've never sucked a black boy's dick before," Jack said sheepishly as we watched the sweaty fighters train for a few minutes. "Which one is mine?"
"Not one, Jack," I said, nudging him towards the center ring where the fag would do his thing. "All of them will have a turn, maybe two turns in your cocksucker mouth and pussy ass before you're done."
"All! There must be twenty boys here. Hot, sweaty black boys expecting me to suck their cocks."
I stayed long enough to watch Jack give three blow jobs and take a faceful of sperm from a boy who couldn't wait for his turn to cum in Jack's busy mouth.
"More dick, please," Jack cried out above the laughter and shouts of fuck the faggot.
He didn't need my help anymore and I had a date to impregnate a pair of sluts, Jack's daughters, back at the happy queer's house.