Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2018 11:13:43 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Boy Slut 3

			THE EDUCATION OF A BOY SLUT
				    By
			   Jesse Penfield Gibson


DISCLAIMER: There are some autobiographical elements but this is intended
as fiction. The story begins in 1977.


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					THREE
                                Age 12 1/2 to 13


	It was a couple of weeks before school started when Edward sought
Patrick out.

	"We're not doing what we've been doing. I don't want you hanging
around my house" Edward said

	Patrick was genuinely perplexed.  "Why?"

	"Because it's queer and I'm not a fag"

	Patrick looked at him.  That made no sense.  "It's fun and I want
to keep doing it"

	"Listen you little fag.  I'm not doing your fag shit anymore,
okay?"

	"Fuck you" Patrick said, his face having the look of disgust. He
wasn't a fag.  He just like doing it.

	"And if you tell anyone, I'll fucking kill you.  Fucking kill
you. With a fucking gun"

	Patrick turned back toward him.  Edward had him by 100 pounds and a
foot of height but Patrick didn't care.  "Fuck. You. Edward."

	About 10 days from the start of school, his mother told them they
were moving.  Patrick knew immediately that they were moving and wade
wasn't coming with them, which suited Patrick fine.  Wade was a pig.

	"I don't want to go to a different school" Jessica nearly
screamed. She was going to be a sophomore next year.  Patrick truthfully
didn't either but didn't care as much as his sister. He hated all school
and that his friends were there was about the only reason he didn't cut
more than he did.

	"You're not going to have to go to different school. I'm going to
get an apartment" Mom said.  "It's not like we have much choice"

	And that was thing.  They lived a life where they often had little
choice.  Patrick's school clothes came from the Goodwill and a couple of
other thrift stores.  She had a practiced eye for bargains and for finding
the diamonds in among the pebbles.  The apartment was a townhouse but there
were only two bedrooms. Two for 3 people.

	"Jessie will have a room and Paddy you'll have to sleep on the
couch"

	Patrick protested.  He didn't see why she got a room and he didn't.
Jessica countered that she wasn't sharing a room with her brother because
he was gross.

	'We have to do the best we can.  We just have to make it work.
You're too old to be sharing a room together and there isn't really room
there for two beds anyway."

	Patrick thought the whole thing sucked and he complained but it
didn't do any good.  He slept on the couch, his stuff in a plastic bin
tucked away and sharing dresser space with his mother upstairs.  He wasn't
happy about it at all, though.  He missed doing sex stuff with Edward and
there was no replacement for Edward on the horizon either and he continued
to grow.  That first pair of hairs had broken through in June and by the
time school started there was a second and a third and fouth and a fifth in
two little patches on either side of his dick.  Over the next few months, a
scattering of hair in a ringlet around his cock, which finally began to
lengthen and thicken some.  But as he grew, and he was still short, under 5
foot and high pitched voice, things got more tense because he wanted a bit
of privacy when he had none.  They complained about the length of his
showers and how much time he spent in the bathroom but it wasn't like he
had a room he could retreat to.

	He woke up late one morning and got up, morning wood and all, his
dick standing straight up, straining against the cotton of his underwear.

	"Do you have to pee, Paddy?" his mom asked.

	"No" Paddy answered even though he kind of did. It wasn't like it
wasn't always hard in the morning. He usually waited for it go down.

	"Well ..." she said, motioning toward his dick

	"How am I supposed to take care of that, Mom?  It's not like I have
a room, you know"

	"Yeah, it's gross, walking around like that" Jessie said

	"You don't think it's gross when it's your boyfriend" Paddy shot
back.  She had moved on from Justin.

	"It's not, when it's him"

	"Paddy" his mom cut in. "Just go to the bathroom"

	That day, stroking off in the morning, he came for the first
time. It wasn't thick and white like Edwards but thinner and clearer but it
was definitely cum.  Definitely.  And it felt super amazing to actually
shoot.  Deeply satisfying.  Even though there was no one to share this news
with he felt insanely happy -- he was really becoming a man.

	In the fall, he had a girlfriend briefly in Suzanne De Mersseman.
It was her idea.  She had approached him about them going out, even though
they never actually went out and really never actually did much other than
breathless phone conversation and a little bit of kissing.  It lasted two
whole weeks and was exciting.  He was braver at the school dance after
Halloween, going up to a cute girl in the 6th grade and dancing with her.
They went out for a little while, kissing some there too but nothing more,
until Christmas breatk ended the relationship.

	Patrick turned 13 in January.  His mom made a big deal about him
being a teenager. They didn't have the money for a party but she got him a
small cake.

	"Can I have a beer?" Patrick asked

	SHe laughed. "Yeah, sure. Why not?  One."

	It tasted bitter and sour to him and he didn't see why people liked
it or thought it was refreshing.  Of course, it seemed mostly people had
beer to get drunk. But then he had to admit her gift to him was thoughtful:
she got him a subscription to Penthouse and a bottle of lube. By then, he
was over 5 feet but not yet over 100 pounds.  He also got his hair cut off,
down short and swept forward, even though his mother complained about him
losing his locks.

	It was April and really still a bit too cold to swim but the pool
was open and Patrick refused to concede to something as insignificant as
weather.  He wanted to swim.  He wanted it to be summer.  School, which he
hated and wasn't doing well in, over and nothing but free time to find
trouble. He loved trouble.  It was a warm enough day and there was a
teenage boy laying out by the pool, working on his summer tan early. He had
one of those tight speedo swimsuits on and laying prone with his ass up,
Patrick had to catch his breath.

	The motion in the pool attracted the boy's attention.  Turning
over, he watched Patrick for a minute.  Then he got up and went over,
sitting on the side of the pool dipped his legs in. He was a Greek god.
Muscular, hairy legs, hairy pits, a treasure trail to his navel, brown hair
and blue eyes.  He was incredible looking.

	"I'm Joe" he said

	Patrick was in the water next to his legs.  "Patrick"

	Joe thought for a second.  "You're Jessica's little brother"

	He didn't like little but said, "yeah"

	"She used to go out with Justin, right?"

	That was 2 or 3 boyfriends ago.  "Yeah, last summer"

	"And you hung around that Edward kid, right?"

	"Yeah" Patrick admitted. His heart was pounding.  He desperately
did not want this older kid, this beautiful guy, to accuse him of being
gay.

	"I hear he's gay"

	Patrick's heart sank.  "Dunno"

	"But you hung around with him?"

	"Yeah"

	"Well, Justin is a hottie, anyway.  Hey, are you 13?"

	"Yeah"

	"You ought to join Scouts.  I'm a Life Scout. right below Eagle.
It's a lot of fun."

	"I don't know, maybe" Patrick said.

	Over the next two weeks, Patrick saw and talked to Joe a couple of
times and he was always nice to him, even when his friends were around. And
17 year old guys aren't always nice to 13 year olds. But Patrick began
pestering his mother to let him join Scouts.  She insisted that they didn't
have the money for a bunch of equipment and stuff.  Even though Jessica was
ribbing him for having a crush on Joe Sampson, Patrick was dejected to have
to tell Joe he couldn't join Scouts.  Joe dismissed it, though.  He told
Patrick all he needed for the uniform, at least at first, was the shirt and
neckerchief and he probably had an old one that would fit and the
Scoutmaster Jerry had a bunch of spare stuff like sleeping bags so there
was no reason why he couldn't join still.  That information and his mother
reluctantly let him join, with Joe coming over to talk with her sealing the
deal.

	He went for his first patrol meeting, met the Scoutmaster Jerry,
who was a man shaved bald and very muscular but smiling and open.  He
seemed nice to Patrick and it was okay. Then there was a second and he knew
everybody's name and it was okay too.  And they had a campout planned for
the following weekend at Fort Clinch on the beach on Amelia Island.  Jerry
let him know that he could borrow what he needed.  Joe even went to his
mother and told her that Patrick could stay over the night before with him
because they had to get up really early in the morning on Saturday to
leave, at 6 am.  His mother was glad to let him go off Friday night so she
could party and somebody else be responsible for trying to stir him awake.

	"It's not 6" Joe said. "It's more like 8 but we'll have fun
Friday. We'll stay with Jerry"

	It was pretty cool too.  Jerry had a two bedroom just like Patrick
lived in but it was just him and Patrick thought that was the greatest
thing ever, especially not having to be squeezed in with two women. Jerry
let them have some beer and they watched Independence Day on
videotape. Patrick loved the movie and drank his beer, even though he
didn't like it much because he wanted to seem cool, not only to Joe but to
Jerry too. He got a second one but before he finished it he was beginning
to funny, sort of giddy and happy, woozy headed.  Drunk.  He understood why
people liked that feeling.

	"Probably need to get to bed" Jerry said when the movie was
over. "I think two's going to be little brother's limit"

	"Ahh" Patrick protested. "You got any dirty movies?"

	Joe laughed.  Jerry just motioned towards upstairs. Patrick looked
around, wondering where he was supposed to sleep.  He had guessed the couch
again.

	"You can sleep in the spare bedroom if you want. Or..." Joe said,
reading Patrick. "With us in the other bedroom.  We do .. guy stuff"

	"Like jacking off?" Patrick asked

	"Or more than that" Jerry answered

	"Like you and Edward did" Joe said

	Patrick smiled. "Yeah, that's cool"

	He went up the stairs behind them, all ready hard, excited.  He
desperately wanted to see Joe naked.  The thought that he might actually
get to touch this teenage god was almost more than he could imagine.  The
master bedroom had a big bed, but they would still be crowded on it but
mashed together could be good.  Joe and Jerry pulled off their shirts,
their muscles strained and visible and suddenly Patrick felt small and
slight.  He was skinny, all hands and feet, which were huge, way out of
proportion to the rest of him. Otherwise he was skinny, rail thin, with not
much muscle.  They were men in every important sense of the word -- they
had hair and muscles - and he was a boy.  He felt very self conscious as
they dropped their shorts and pulled off their underwear.  They both had
big grown dicks, all ready half hard with a triangle of pubic hair above,
hair going up their torsoes.  Patrick reluctantly followed suit, but stayed
in his underwear, which was tented up from his erection.

	Joe patted the bed, inviting him in.  Patrick, anxious and scared
and excited, crawled in.  A part of him wanted to do nothing but run away
and be a little kid again because this was really very scary but more of
him wanted more than anything for it to happen.  Everything seemed in
bright relief, every moment lasting forever and every detail vivid.  It
would never be like this again. He got between them, wedged in.

	"Take 'em off" Joe whispered.

	Patrick stripped off his underwear, liberating his cock.  It wasn't
the little boy dick of last year, there was hair and it was bigger. He was
growing and while not yet a man certainly not a little boy either.  His
voice tended to do weird things, suddenly going to a higher pitch as it
changed. But his dick was where it was at.  It was hard and throbbing.  He
was all ready having trouble breathing.  He felt like he was going to
explode out of his skin.  Jerry reached over and kissed him on the mouth
and Patrick stuck his tongue down in it.  Jerry reached over and gave his
dick a tug.

	Patrick came.

	Right then.  No more than a tug.  He was wide eyed, embarassed even
as the jizz, once hot cooled on his body.  He was mortified, ashamed.  He
had done absolutely nothing, a kiss and a touch and he came.  It was
humiliating.

	"It's okay" Joe said. "You were excited. You got more.  It's all
cool.  Me and Jerry, we're going to make out and you can watch.  When
you're hard, when you're ready, come on"

	Patrick had never seen gay porn so the sight of two males, one on
top of the other, touching and kissing, their hard dicks rubbing together
was deeply erotic. Leaning against the headboard, he watched them make out
naked.  Whatever embarasmment he had about his body got lost in the arousal
of their muscles rippling.  He has hard again quick, before Jerry or Joe
could move on to oral.

	"You ready?"  Jerry asked

	Patrick nodded. Jerry made him spread his legs and got between them
and began to suck him off.  Patrick leaned back and sighed.  It felt good
and he had missed doing it.  Jerry also sucked on his balls, a trick Edward
didn't know and that felt amazing too.  Joe leaned over and they kissed,
which only made Patrick's dick harder.

	"You sucked Edward's, right?"  Joe asked.  Patrick nodded.  "Suck
mine"

	He was happy to.  Joe had a beautiful cock, perfectly formed and on
a perfect body.  Patrick would have been happy sucking him and stroking
himself but he sucked Joe, Jerry sucked him.  But then Patrick turned
around and returned the favor, sucking the older man.

	Joe stopped him after a while.  "I'm going to fuck Jerry.  You can
watch and if you want too, you can too"

	Patrick watched wide-eyed as Jerry lay prone on the bed, his legs
apart some and Joe got on top of him, pushing his cock into Jerry's ass.
Patrick thought he would bust watching it.  But before he did, he wanted to
do it to0.  He wanted to fuck.

	Mimicking Joe, Patrick got onto Jerry's back, and tried to stick
his cock into it.  He had thought that it would just go in automatically
and wouldn't need guiding but that wasnt the way it was.  But then he
mastered it.  He pushed it past the sphincter.

	Holy damn.  Patrick couldn't believe how good it felt.  THe skin of
his dick rubbing against the skin of Jerry's asshole. It wasn't dirty at
all, not all shitty and Jerry acted like he loved it, like it wasn't
painful at all.  Of course, Patrick's wasn't as big as Joe's but it almost
was.  Because he had cum all ready, he didn't cum right then and he needed
no instruction to master the basics of fucking. A milion years of eviuation
has passed along the instinct.  BUt he never felt more masculine, more like
a man, than he did right there in that few minutes as he moved his dick in
another person's body, as he did when he fucked.  Fucking is the best of
all.  He was made to fuck. He had the tool fuck.  He had the desire to
fuck.  He was going to fuck as much as he possibly could.  But he couldn't
hold out for terribly long and he couldn't stop and take a break but he
continued to pile drive Jerry's ass.  THen, in an amazing and awespiring
sort of way, he creamed Jerrys ass for Joe.

	"Didya cum?"  Joe asked

	Patrick nodded.  "Yeah"

	"Sweet" Joe said. "It's the best"

	After Joe fucked him, they settled down for sleep, the three of
them pressed together in the bed.  The campout was real and they did head
out.  Camping at Fort Clinch, they made chili for dinner.  Joe, the most
senior boy, was nice to him but Jerry ignored him.  At first, Patrick was
confused but then hurt and then angry.  After they go back, he couldn't
sleep thinking about it.  He tossed and turned on the couch before he got
up and snuck out to go to Jerry's to confront him.

	Jerry answered the door dressed only in a pair of workout shorts,
his erection barely conscealed but looking fine shirtless.  Patrick,
tearful explained why he was there.

	"No, no" Jerry said, opening the door to let him in.  "PAtrick I
can't let anybody know about our secret, our secret - mine yours and
Joe's. I could get in a lot of trouble, even go t jail if anybody found
out.  So could Joe.  If hurt me to ignore you.  I knew youw ere upset."

	"Okay" Patrick said, mollified.  "We are going to do that again,
right.  You want too, with me?"
	'
	"Of course"

	"Now?"  Patrick asked

	"Yeah, okay"

	Patrick fucked ass for the second time ever, twice in 3 nights.  He
was happy now.  He was going to want this all the time.  But he thought it
was stupid that Jerry could get in trouble for doing it.  Not when Patrick
went back on his own, looking for it. Not when he wanted it so bad.  It was
his dick, it was his body.  Why can't he use it the way he wanted?  After
all, he's not a little kid anymore.