HERE TO HELP BY MOORE
PART EIGHT
My rewarding career as a happy heterosexual helping hapless homosexuals feel good about themselves came to an abrupt and unexpected end this summer. I had to give up this important and very demanding task for two reasons. First, with so many sexy boys coming out of the closet; skilled, young cocksuckers in competition with the older fags for available straight dick, I just didn't have the time to help all the queers who needed help.
Second, and perhaps most important, how could I help faggots when, confused by my own romantic feelings and sexual attraction for another guy, I needed help myself.
Payne Carter, Jr. stole my heart and invaded my soul the moment I saw him. Like an ebony god, he arrived at Camp Walden in a gleaming black Porsche and, though I didn't know it right then, my days chasing pussy were over. He walked around the camp like he owned the place, the only clothed person in a sea of naked male bodies, pausing frequently to watch with great interest when the various homosexual activities resumed.
Payne could have had any faggot at camp kneeling at his feet, offers to blow him came from the boys and staff alike. He turned them all down with a wave of his hand and then, with a twinkle in his eye, he chose me.
"Kneel, faggot," Payne said smoothly. "Take out my black dick and suck it."
"But, but I'm not a faggot," I stammered without much conviction, knowing I would do whatever he asked. "I don't suck dick."
"Sure you do, cocksucker. Right here and right now with all the other faggots watching you at work on my dick. Give me good head, swallow my jizz, and I'll let you sit on my dick for the best fucking you've ever had. Once fucked, faggot, your pussy will be mine to fuck forever."
Payne's voice was hypnotic and irrestible. I slid to my knees submissively, suffering silently the humiliation of my sudden slide from the top of the sexual mountain to the canyon of queers. "Yes, yes, I'll suck your black cock and eat your cum," I cried out as I fumbled with his belt.
I'd sucked a few white cocks before as a way of helping homosexuals, haphazardly and without much enjoyment. Now I was the happy homo helping myself by eagerly sucking the commanding cock of a straight black guy who had taken over my heart. Payne's perfect prick filled my mouth and, when he climaxed after some ten minutes of intense cock sucking, filled my belly with a huge load of spicy sperm. Spurt after spurt of warm semen until he was spent and then, as I lovingly gazed up into his passionate eyes, Payne pissed into my mouth.
"Now lick my big, black balls, boy," Payne said as I swallowed the last of his urine. "Get me hard so my prick and your pussy can party."
Payne's prick penetrated my pink pussy without much pain. And there I sat, perched on his prick as the camp season came to a close.
The concluding homosexual orgy and awards ceremony of the summer ended at noon. Joel Rosenbaum did repeat as Camp Fag, sucking off twenty two boys and one donkey dick to nail down the coveted award. The well-fucked boys were all showered and dressed in ample time to meet their parents, though a few diehard faggots refused to wear anything but a camp thong and flip-flops. The staff only orgy began when the last parent drove off. The sucking and fucking was more intense than in prior years because Camp Walden Pond was being sold. The fags on the staff took the news hard.
Where will we find naked young boys to play with next summer? Was the burning question on many cum encrusted lips.
I aimlessly wandered the familiar grounds while Irving and Warren signed all the papers required to complete the sale to Payne Carter, Sr., passing puddles of cum and piss that would soon be washed away. Sad really to think of all the young boys who would never suck a dick or get fucked here again and never know the joy of frolicking naked in the woods.
Payne Carter, Jr. helped me to become a happy homosexual. I now help all of his straight friends with my cocksucker mouth and boy pussy ass.