HERE TO HELP BY MOORE
PART FOUR
While waiting for Bob in the clothing optional student lounge at Queer House, declining several generous offer of a blow job from several resident and comfortably naked fags, I thought about queer Stan, the insatiable cum eater, and his most unusual problem with sucking dick. I've known a great many unfortunate faggots with sexual orientation adjustment problems and I've helped most of them since my brother died. But Stan's severe addiction to sperm coupled with his abject aversion to a dick in his mouth was, to say the least, perplexing. It forced me to rethink what I previously thought was a slam dunk given for all queers.
Adam and Eve, ham and eggs, cock and balls, condoms and cum; some things are just meant to go together like straight guys cumming in a faggot cocksucker's mouth.
Bob arrived while I and a few other straight guys were watching with amusement as a black and white pair of faggots engaged in a red hot sixty-nine on the floor. Interracial couplings are fun to watch, a mini slave and master battle for who gets to be on top.
"I've had them both in my mouth, very suckable cocks," Bob said sadly, plopping down on the couch next to me. "The white guy's dick is a thick, eight inch beauty. The black guy's even bigger I think, though I haven't had a chance to measure his cock."
"Then why the long face?" I asked. "If they're both such great cocks to suck?"
"Because they're only inferior faggots like me," Bob replied with a gut wrenching sigh. "One faggot sucking another fag's cock...it's liking kissing your sister for a straight guy. I need a real man with a real man's dick to worship in my pussy mouth. A superior straight guy to put me down on my knees between his legs where I know I belong; to use me for his sexual boy toy plaything, to share me with his friends if that makes him happy, to abuse, degrade and humiliate me any way he wants for his fun and pleasure."
Notwithstanding any other problem, at least Bob knew his place in the sexual food chain. "So what's the problem?" I asked. "There's no shortage of straight guys willing to use a devoted fag like you."
"Cum," he said softly.
"Come where?"
"No, not c-o-m-e, cum, c-u-m. Sperm, spunk, semen, scum, jizz, cream...cum. I hate it. I'm a homosexual, a queer, a pussy...a faggot cocksucker that doesn't like cum. I love a cock in my mouth, need a cock in my mouth. I'll do anything to suck a straight guy's prick. I know it's an important part of a proper blow job, but I hate it when a guy ejaculates in my mouth or all over my face. So, can you help me?"
"Well, Bob, to be perfectly honest this is a first for me. All the faggots I've known and helped never had a serious semen problem. Some queers like sperm more than others, sure, but they all gladly play the part of the scumbag and let guys unload in their cocksucker mouths."
"Ahhh, you've know fags who suck dick, but have you ever known a true cocksucker who knows his rightful place in the world is naked and on his knees in submissive service to superior males? That's how I was raised, from birth, naked and submissive to all the needs of horny men and their cocks in a town without women. Blossoming into a queer came much later, in junior high."
"Perhaps you better explain," I said to Bob, settling back comfortably for what turned out to be a remarkable story, followed by a remarkable blow job. Though I must admit that I violated a cardinal rule when using a fag by respecting Bob's request not to cum in his mouth or on his face; fags have no rights, remember, only the right to do as their told.
The gay rights movement is bullshit and more dangerous than most people realize. If the fag population keeps growing as it has and more fags get elected to the House and Senate, what's to stop the congressional cocksuckers from passing laws against heterosexuals. A law against the fucking of consenting teenaged girls would put a big dent in my love life.
So in a weak moment I agreed not to cum in Bob's talented mouth, it was still one of the best pure blow jobs I've ever had from a queer.
"I think I learned how to suck dick before I learned how to walk," Bob began. "I have vivid memories of crawling around on my hands and knees, from cock to cock, and happily sucking until my belly was so filled up that cum came out of my nose. The men laughed when that happened and forced me to eat the sperm and snot mixture before they let me suck another cock."
"Sounds pretty gross," I said.
"Yeah, it was. Right up there with the loads of horse cum and donkey cum I ate and got showered with to keep all the valuable animals happy and the men well entertained. But a true cocksucker like me's gotta do what he's gotta do to keep his pussy mouth filled with the cock he loves and has to have."
Bob waved to a friend who had just come into the lounge, a flaming faggot in a hideous sundress, who promptly swished over to say hello. They exchanged sloppy, wet kisses, disgusting, then chatted about some fraternity smoker taking place on Friday night. "You coming?" The friend finally asked when he saw the impatient look on my face. I was here to help Bob, not listen to a couple of fags bullshiting.
"Where is it?" Bob responded.
I couldn't resist the opening Bob had given me. "The frat party's in her fucking, cocksucker mouth!" I shouted loud enough for everybody in the lounge to hear. "Everyone's cumming!"
Judging by the crowd's reaction not everyone had heard the old joke before. Bob's friend gasped as the laughter washed over him. His face turned beet red and then he began to cry like a girl, black mascara staining his cheeks. When I'm not helping a faggot with his sexual problems, I do enjoy humiliating the queers.
"That wasn't very nice," Bob said as his friend fled. "Al, I mean Alice only came out last month. He's...um she's still confused, sensitive about being called a cocksucker."
"Well, then let Alice come to me for help," I said while unzipping my fly. "As for you, Bob, take out my cock and blow me while I tell you how I'm going to cure your problem with cum."