HERE TO HELP BY MOORE
PART THREE
"It's all for the cum, Bob, why else would you suck a cock? Why else suffer the humiliating life of a faggot cocksucker, grovel like a slave at the feet of a man or boy...naked and submissive, if not for the blessing of sperm. A queer that won't let guys use him for their pleasure, cum deep in his pussy mouth and swallow all the loads of semen he can get gives all us fags a bad name."
"Jesus, Stan, you just don't get it. Any girl can do that as well as any fag. All she's got to do is keep her mouth open while the guy jerks off. A good blow job, righteous head, going down on a stud has got nothing to do with cum. The girl hasn't been born who will orally service a stud's cock and balls like a fag."
Bob and Stan, roommates, have been having this argument since the first day of college. I decided to help them out, like I do all fags, which is why I moved into the dorm known on campus as Queer House although I am not a queer myself. Neither needs my help coming out of the closet or adjusting to their sexual orientation. Every guy at this all male school knows where to come and who to see for a blow job and no one's ever been turned down.
Stan and Bob are both openly homosexual, both avid cocksucking queers but for very different reasons. Stan sucks dick because he loves sperm. Ten guys in a row can cum big time in his mouth and he's always begging for one more load. Bob sucks because he loves a big dick in his mouth. Hour after hour nursing on a cock until the guy can't take it anymore and either cums or tosses him aside like a used scum bag.
I heard both their stories and eventually came up with a simple solution that satisfied their needs.
"I discovered cum by accident as an innocent eleven year old at summer camp," Stan explained after carefully licking away the oozing remains of the load I'd just spurted into his mouth. "The counselors were having their nightly circle jerk with us campers watching in the middle. Sperm started flying everywhere and some landed on my face and in my startled mouth. The taste made my head spin, guess I was a fag way back then, huh?"
"Guess so," I replied noncommittally.
"I liked it...a lot, so at the next night's circle jerk I kneeled in front of the counselor with the biggest cock and asked him to do it in my mouth. He looked confused, but I knew exactly what I wanted and wasn't the least bit embarrassed to ask him to please jerk off into my mouth."
"Did he?"
"No, not exactly. He laughed, called me a faggot and said I should take off my pajamas, get naked like he was and jerk his cock for him. Everybody was laughing at me now, counselors and my fellow campers, pointing at my tiny hard-on bouncing against my belly and calling me a queer and a faggot. But I didn't care as I got down on my knees between his hairy legs. His dick was so big, throbbing so wildly that I needed both hands to stroke it and still keep it pointed at my mouth. It didn't take very long, maybe a minute or two before he climaxed and my mouth was filled to overflowing with his spurts of warm, creamy sperm. I swallowed what I could, there was so much and it tasted so good, then licked the sticky cum off my hands and off the tip of his cock.
He tried to push his cock into my mouth, but I wouldn't let him do it. All I wanted was the cum.
I gave five counselors hand jobs that night, gladly jerked them off into my mouth and eagerly swallowed five big loads of sweet and salty semen. And again the next day and the next...more hand jobs...cum for breakfast, cum for lunch and cum for dinner. The black guys on the kitchen staff were happy to feed me too. Their cum tasted the same as the white guys...delicious.
I was addicted to sperm, the taste and the smell and I wanted it all the time and anyway I could get it. I drank cum from a cup and licked it out of the pouch of a sweaty jock strap. I even licked gobs of cum off the back wall of a urinal at an amusement park. I watched the old man masturbate, wishing he would cum in my mouth, and ate his load while he zipped up. Pretty slutty thing to do, huh?"
"You were only eleven years old," I offered with a chuckle.
"Good point."
Stan grew silent for a moment when I raised the issue of oral sex. "I don't suppose the counselors were long contented with hand jobs?"
He leaned over and kissed my cock then continued with his story.
"You suppose right," Stan said, studying the pubic hair he'd just picked from between his teeth. "I became a full fledged cocksucker on the first day of August. I loved all the cum that steadily poured into my mouth that day, but my mouth was small and the cocks were so big and so demanding. I didn't really like being naked and on my knees in front of so many people. I didn't really like the feel of a dick sliding between my lips, pressing down on my tongue or pushing into my throat. I wanted the cum in my mouth, wanted to be a fag, but I didn't want to be a cocksucker.
No more cocks in my mouth, please, I cried weakly from my sore knees, looking down the very long line of counselors and my fellow campers still waiting for a turn in my aching mouth. Can't you just jerk off into my mouth like before?
They ignored me, of course, who listens to a fag. I must have given twenty five blow jobs before everyone was satisfied and they let me go to bed. Overnight, I became the camp cocksucker, available to everyone who wanted to use my cocksucker mouth. Someone even made a large sign to hang over my bunk, COCKSUCKER, in big black letters.
I learned a lot that summer of my lost innocence. That I was a cum-eating faggot who didn't like to suck cock and that being queer in a straight world meant that I had no right to refuse to suck. From camp cocksucker to class cocksucker, I've been an unhappy cocksucker for the past seven years."
I let Stan jerk me off into his mouth when he'd finished his story. "I'm certain I can help you, faggot" I said, wiping my spent dick on his face. "I'll get back to you after I speak to Bob."