WEALTH HAS ITS PRIVILEGES
BY: MOORE
Chapter One
Thanks to Oscar, my playboy step-father who had the good sense to be born to wealth, and my late mother, who had the good fortune to be born beautiful and to marry Oscar when I was a toddler...and the bad fortune to die when I was six, I have every material thing a seventeen year old boy could want. Thanks also to Oscar, who got me laid when I was fourteen, I have a rich man's attitude about people and sex. Wealth has its privileges...in case you didn't know. Oh, and thanks to Stevie Radcliff, an effeminate freshman I took under my wing, I have my own boy toy.
Stevie's a good kid, cute as a button and not much bigger, who's into faggy stuff like art and ballet. He swooned the first time I spoke to him and now he follows me around and does my bidding like a faithful puppy. I treat him like a piece of shit most of the time, use him for laughs, but he loves me anyway. Friendless fag that he is, Stevie keeps coming back for more no matter what I ask him to do...no matter how degrading or humiliating.
"I love you, Larry," he volunteered out of the blue one night when he was playing the latest video games on my bedroom computer and I was complaining about my latest girlfriend.
"The cunt won't suck my cock, Stevie." A lie of course, but the fag didn't know it. "Fucks like a bunny but she won't go down on my dick and I love a good blow job. I'm gonna dump her and find a new girlfriend that loves me and is willing to show it."
That's when he told me that he loved me, the pitiful little queer, and asked if I really liked him.
"Sure I like you," I said with a smile. "Why else would I take you to so many neat places, like today's ballgame, and risk my reputation by spending so much time with a...freshman?"
Stevie got up from the computer and came over to the foot of my bed. "Then I'm like your boyfriend, right?"
No one can say I forced the little queer into doing anything he didn't want to do. I led him to the water (read cock), sure, but I didn't make him drink (read suck). "Yeah, Stevie, you're like my boyfriend," I said, spreading my legs and looking at my crotch. "Jesus, I'm horny. Too bad you're not a...."
Didn't take the fruit cake but a second to reveal what he tried so hard to conceal from me and from everyone else at school. "I'll suck your cock, Larry, if you want me to."
Well, now that the cat was out of the bag, the genie was out of the bottle and Stevie the homo was out of the closet...it was time to have some fun with the fairy. "Jeez, Stevie, I don't know if..."
"Please."
"Please what?" I said, as if I didn't know. I wanted him to beg a little, bare himself literally and figuratively, sell me his soul before I let him swing on my meat.
"Please let me, you know, suck your cock. I really want to show you how much I love you."
I toyed with him a bit longer, until the words queer, faggot and cocksucker came out of his own mouth, his clothes were in a pile on the floor at his feet and his fairy boy prick was stiff with excitement. The pure joy on the faggot's face as he undressed me dimmed a bit when he saw the size of my equipment.
"It's so big," he said, crinkling his nose at the smell.
Nine inches exactly, not including the half inch or so of droopy foreskin which collects all kinds of gunky shit during the course of the day.
"Take only as much dick as you can, Stevie," I told him with the same straight face, same comforting tone of voice I use with any new bitch seeing my whopper cock for the first time. It was a lie of course, same as it always is. Stevie's throat, like a virgin's cunt, was going to be sore for a day or two.
Stevie gagged when my foreskin rolled back and the whole day's accumulation of congealed sweat, piss and cocksnot oozed out and coated his tongue. Warm shit couldn't taste or smell any worse than the chunky disgusting mess in his mouth. I let him suck on the head after he swallowed, to get my juices flowing, then eased my prick further into his pussy boy mouth.
"We're going all the way to my pubes pussy boy," I said as my dick head reached the top of his throat and beyond. He was hurting bad. The pain brought tears to his eyes, but he wanted my dick in his cunt mouth and that's why Stevie, a fag boy, was a better cocksucker than the girls who gave me head.
The final inch was a bitch on wheels, what with his arms and legs flailing about and trying to breathe with the snot running from his nose. Stevie's ears paid a painful price, but the fag took it. Nine hard inches of prime tube steak was buried balls deep in one of his places where the sun don't shine. "That's a good boy, Stevie," I said, stroking his tear stained face to settle him down. "It won't hurt so much next time."
He looked up at me with love in his moist puppy dog eyes and made a few gurgling sounds which felt terrific all along the length of my cock. I could have stayed that way for hours, maybe in his mouth all night, especially when Stevie started to play with my balls. But I had a fag's pussy mouth to fuck and fill with a big load of cum.
Stevie took his mouth fucking well. Bobbing his head up and down to match my thrusts, taking me deep at times, then sucking just the head as I emptied my nuts into the queer. "Swish the cum around in your mouth before you swallow," I instructed. "Taste good, huh?"
He did even better with the second blow job which we finished in front of a mirror so the fairy could see what he looked like on his knees with a dick in his fag mouth and cum all over his cocksucker face.
Chapter Two
I'm not gay, far from it, Oscar's already paid to abort three girls I knocked up this past year alone because I absolutely refuse to wear a rubber when I'm in the saddle. Ruins the fuck in my opinion. Any young cunt that won't let me ride her bareback, fill her pussy with sperm, can find another guy to take her to rock concerts in a chauffeured limousine and for moonlight cruises on Oscar's eighty foot yacht. Fuckin' twats should be on the pill by the time they're sixteen anyway.
Poverty sucks and so does Stevie Radcliff whenever I need to get my rocks off and there's no pussy around to take of my frequent hardons. I've got a big dick and a set of over active baby makers which tend to leak if not emptied at least three times a day. I will not put up with the discomfort of a boner, which ruins the line of my hand tailored slacks, and even one tiny drop of precum or semen leaves a permanent stain in my silk bikinis which are custom made for me in France. Ten minutes in Stevie's mouth in the morning and again at noon, and I'm usually good until school is over at three when I can screw my current girl friend in the back seat of my car.
Stevie came in handy a couple of weeks before Christmas when the little twat I'd been banging since Halloween announced that she was pregnant. Oscar gave me a grand for her abortion and asked me to cool it until May. It wasn't the money, Oscar lights his Cuban cigars with hundred dollar bills. He was spending the next four months at sea with a couple of big breasted bimbos, in the South Pacific, and the abortion doctor was going with him. No sex for four months, blow jobs only? No fucking way.
Stevie squealed like a baby piglet the first time I popped open his cherry ass with my cock. He screamed and cried, clawed at the bed sheets, but I got eight inches into the fairy and had one of the best orgasms of my life. The cum exploded out of my balls, lubing his boy pussy for the last inch of my dick. "Please no more, Larry," he whimpered, closing his legs when I rolled him on his back to dick him again.
"I thought you loved me, Stevie?" I said with hurt in my voice. "Guess I was wrong." Turning away I added, "Maybe you should go home and we shouldn't see each other anymore."
Cunts and faggots are so damn predictable that it almost makes me laugh to torment them the way I do. Stevie begged me to come back to bed. "I do love you, Larry, please fuck me some more."
Wealth and power turn me on even more than sex. My boy toy's legs were spread wide open when I turned back to the bed. Before fucking his pussy ass, though, I had to exert my power over the queer with yet another humiliating act. "Gotta piss before I fuck you," I said, straddling his head. "If you love me, Stevie, you'll drink my piss."
He sputtered and gagged, but didn't spill a single drop of piss as I emptied my full bladder into his mouth. Back in the saddle, I told the little queer to guide me into his pussy. "Wrap your legs around my waist, baby doll, and let's fuck."
Chapter Three
Wealth has its privileges and I didn't mind spending a few bucks to play god, make Stevie over into my own image of what a fag should look like. His head was totally fucked up, just the way I wanted, it was time to change his physical appearance. A spiky hairdo with pink highlights and reshaped eyebrows made his face more feminine than it already was. The flaming and gaping fag hairdresser who worked on him suggested a complete body waxing as an alternative to shaving his pits, pubes and legs. Stevie protested briefly, but went along when I told him how much more I'd like him if his body was hairless and smooth like a girl.
He cried a little when they stripped him naked at the tattoo parlor, the colorful butterflies on his ass and thighs came out quite nice, and cried a lot when his nipples were pierced, the little rings inserted and soldered permanently shut. He was all cried out, thank god, when the silver rings went into his earlobes and belly button, and the matching ring was locked around his baby smooth balls and hairless little pecker. I left a shell shocked Stevie standing in front of a mirror, tugging on his nipple rings, and went out front to settle the bill.
"Good looking kid," the owner commented as I handed him my platinum credit card and he handed me the chain that came with the cock ring. "Is he gay?"
I nodded once, a bit surprised at the question. Who else but a fag would wear a cock ring. I nodded again when he asked if Stevie was mine.
"You plan on showing him?"
"What do you mean, show him? Where?"
"At Manhandlers on Hudson Avenue. Tuesday night is gay boy night. Sweet pussy boy like yours, naked on stage with his new tattoos and hardware, he could win the hundred dollar first prize easy."
Naked on a stage, Stevie would turn red with humiliation, I thought as I signed the charge slip and pushed it back. What a kick.
"He is pussy, isn't he? The judges will be fucking him in addition to rating his skills as a cocksucker, and cherries are not allowed to compete."
"I've been screwing his ass, sure," I said, pocketing my charge card and the chain before heading towards the back to pick up my boy. "I'll think about showing him."
Stevie was just where I had left him only now he was fiddling with his cock ring. "It doesn't come off," he whimpered. "The nipple rings either...and the tattoos."
"They're not supposed to come off."
He started to shake all over when I said that and tiny beads of sweat broke out on his upper lip. "How will I go to school?"
I was about to stain a pair of silk bikinis with precum, but the terror on the faggots face was worth it. "Same as always, Stevie."
"But everybody...the boys and the girls, Larry, everybody will laugh at me. Everybody will think that I'm...I'm..."
"A fag, Stevie?" I said, opening my zipper to relieve the pressure in my crotch. "Look at what you made me do. These bikinis are ruined. Least you can do is crawl over here and suck the cum out of my balls before you make me ruin my slacks too."
The little queer actually apologized before taking my dick in his mouth. I let him suck for a few minutes, glad to see his little pecker all stiff with excitement, then bent him over a chair and fucked the shit out of him. I used his shirt to clean off my dick and big hearted guy that I am, I let him almost cum before slapping his hand away and attaching the chain to his cock ring. We had clothes shopping yet to do.
The little faggot was so used to being naked when he's with me that he didn't realize he had nothing on until his bare feet hit the sidewalk outside the store. The fruit cake nearly yanked the chain out of my hand when he suddenly stopped short. The hurt to his tightly ringed nuts must have been awful.
"No clothes, Larry," he croaked from his knees. "Naked."
"The car's just around the corner."
There was nobody on the street...unfortunately. Humiliating a fag is so much fun. Stevie noticed that too so he hurried me along to the car and scrambled inside with a big sigh of relief. I let the faggot enjoy his tiny victory for a moment, then I put the Jaguar's top down and drove very slowly to Homosexuality, the next stop on our make over shopping spree.
"Turn around on the seat, Stevie," I said, suddenly feeling horny all over again. "Let me see that sweet pussy of yours."
"Do you love me, Larry?" He said as he turned, "even though I'm a faggot? Do you want me to suck you some more? Drink your piss? I love you so much."
I turned off the main road onto a quiet side street. The love word came out of my mouth as I coasted to a stop. I meant it too I realized as I leaned over and kissed the butterfly on his butt. Wealth has its privileges so I kissed his little balls too, then turned him around and took his stiff little cock into my mouth.
What the fuck was I doing with a fag's prick in my mouth? Hell of a good question and I had no answer. I sucked Stevie's cock like a man possessed and almost creamed my pants when Stevie shot off in my mouth. His cum was warm, creamy and unfuckingly good. The salty, pungent taste was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I loved it. Each spurt left me hungry for the spurts of semen to come.
I drove back to the main road determined never to do that again. I was a stud, not a queer like Stevie who was born to be a cocksucker.
I could have parked in front of Homosexuality, an exclusive and very expensive shop, but then I would have missed the pleasure of listening to Stevie beg me not to make him leave the car naked and watching his face turn beet red with embarrassment as I lead him down the street that was filled with Christmas shoppers. He was still my pussy boy despite the blow job.
"Welcome to Homosexuality," a bare chested blond boy said over the loud Christmas music as we entered the shop. "Don will be your salesfag today. He'll be with you shortly."
We had to wait quite a while until another pretty blond boy with a ring in nose and a pronounced bulge in his pink hot shorts swished his way towards Stevie. "Hi, I'm Don, your salesfag, how may I help you?"
Don was fawning all over my cocksucker like he'd never seen a naked kid before. Stevie was hard again and I was jealous. One blow job and I wanted to get down on my knees and suck my pussy boy's dick again. I took off all my clothes to the dying strains of Jingle Bells and moved closer to the two fags who were tongue fucking each other's mouths. I sank to my knees and stuck my face in Stevie's pussy boy ass to get his attention.
Deck The Halls With Boughs of Holly was just beginning when Don and and a bunch of other faggots joined hands and formed a circle around Stevie and myself.
"How may I help you?" Don said with his eyes fixed on my drippy erection.
In the spirit of the season I waited to answer until the song reached just the right part. I kissed Stevie and sang out, "Fa la la la...Don, we need some gay apparel."
Merry Christmas to all us gay boys, everywhere.