Date: Wed, 22 May 2019 00:47:52 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: My Boy the Slut, chapter 1 MY BOY THE SLUT by Jesse Penfield Gibson DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction but set during Pride Week in Key West in the recent past. The locations are real and the parties are accurately described. However, the persons are all fictional and any similarity to actual persons is purely coincidentaal. Feedback is welcome. Like it or hate it, let me know at revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please consdier donating to NIfty. Hosting a site like this isn't cheap and cwe should support what speaks to us. ONE Sam has his ID. Not the real one, the one that has him 18. He has the one that has him 21. He wants to drink in Key West and who doesn't? He wants to go on the clothing optional sailing cruise. We are going for Pride and it's my present to him. We know that he has just turned 18, even if no one else does, and it's a big time for him. I want him to have a blow out and enjoy it. I planned ahead and got us a room in the center of the action at New Orleans House on Duval. It's above the Bourbon Street Pub, the largest gay club in Key West, one that hums until 4 am. Sam can hold out and do it because he is extremely energetic and restless and partying all night is his natural tendency. I'm older, 42, and I can hang, actually outparty most younger men, but I can't always hang with Sam. Few can. He's excited on the ferry over, fairly jumping out of his skin, up on deck letting the wind whip through his long blond hair. "I won't be with anybody but you, Eddie" he says "That's a lie" He grins and gets up close to me. "You can watch" "Don't worry" I say as I put my hand on his firm little ass. He's a bit shorter than me and very boyish looking. He barely, maybe looks 18 but the ID is good. We've used it for a while. Every few weeks, I have to take him to a bathhouse locally in Tampa so he can play and blow off steam sexually. There comes a point where I can't keep up. The cab driver lets us off a block down a side street from the guest house and we have to navigate through the crowd on Duval Street to get there. Sam has overpacked even though he looks just as good with nothing on as he does in clothes. We trudge up the staircase in front to the office and do the necessary business of checking in. The guy, a burly and muscular man with a bit of an effeminate air, didn't blink at the muscle daddy with the twink. Sam confirmed that he could lay out naked although I knew that he will try and fail at it because he is too restless and energetic to just lay around. The room in front, facing onto the grand balcony, over the bar below, a shared bathroom arrangement and the cheapest room they had. It is small but the bed sleeps two. I am disappointed that the TV doesn't have porn on it but I figure that we will have plenty of company over the next few days. We make our way through the gym and out to the back patio and down the stairs to the pool and hot tub area and over to the garden bar. It was late afternoon and the place was busy with a single bartender. "Get something simple, like a rum and coke" I said to Sam. He usually likes to get things like a sazerac or Jack Rose or rum runner, complicated drinks. "Who, me? You order for me, Eddie" I get him a rum and coke and get some bourbon on the rocks. We are both in shorts and T shirts in the late afternoon sun with sunglasses on. I'm sipping the drink, taking in the lay of the land when a twink passes by in an assless fashion jock, navy blue and white. The boy is at best average height and probably not that and lean. "Stop" Sam commands him. "Where did you get it?" The kid stops and looks at Sam, not comprehending. Sam strains his eyes at the underwear, and the kid has a nice bulge. The kid gets it and smiles. "Evolution. Just across the street." "Come here. Let me see. Turn around" Sam says The boy complies and both of us get a good look at his ass and bulge. "I gotta have a pair. Oh, and do you know Key West well? I need to look at some leather stuff for the fetish party. Do you know a place" "Leather Master. It's a few blocks down" Sam smiles and leans in and whispers something in the boys ear that makes him smile. Sam reaches down and swats the kids bare ass as he walks away. I don't ask him what he says but I figure we are going shopping. Once the idea enters, he has to act on it. So, we plunge into the crowd across the street catty-cornered and into a small clothing shop. It's the kind of trendy clothes that only young, fit men can wear. The kind of clothes Sam likes and looks good in. He goes to the underwear section and looks it over, looking at the same type underwear the twink had and I can see that he wants it but he looks at the price tag and puts it back. "Get it Sam. I'll pay" "No, you won't Eddie" "You're in school" He works part time as a waiter and makes pretty good tips. "I can pay for it" "It costs too much. Let's go look at the leather" I agree and we set out, looking for the lane it is on. We find it and push in. Sam says that this place is more my speed and it is. I like sleazy. Sleazy is honest. The thing is that neither of us needs anything leather. He brought a leather shirt and black lace underwear and I have chaps and a jockstrap for the Purgatory Party later on. But they have Andrew Christian underwear and Sam is looking it over and I tell him to get what he wants but he refuses again. "Get a cock ring" he tells me. I shake my head. "One of the silicon ones or polyurethane or whatever. The stretchy ones" "Why?" "For me" "Fine" I say. He's implying that I will need it to stay hard and he may be right but still. "But I'm buying you the underwear. I want to see you in them" "You've seen my ass every night for years, Eddie." "And everybody else will see it when you parade and be jealous." So that was the trade: a cock ring for an assless pair of fashion underwear, white with navy blue piping. We found a place to eat on Duval, people watching, Sam keeping up a running commentary that kept me smiling as he picked at a salad and drank a glass of Merlot. I tucked into a burger and had a beer, an ale actually. We made it back to New Orleans House in the dim light and up the stairs. Sitting in one of the chairs in front of our room on the balcony was a broad shouldered middle aged guy, pretty fit, salt and pepper hair. "Hey" Sam said, laying his hand on the guy's shoulder. "Can I get your help. I need an independent point of view" The guy turned, startled a little, but then saw Sam and melted away. "Sure" I opened our small room and Sam piled in with the guy behind him and declared that he needed his opinion on what he should wear to the foam party at the Equator Resort. He pulled off his shirt as the three of us were in the room, which the bed took up easily 80% of the floor space, his lean young torso showing muscles stretching. He dropped his shorts and pulled off the red 2 (x) ist underwear, standing there naked, his uncut dick soft below his trimmed blonde pubes. The guy looked, of course. He's gay. Of course, he looked. Sam knew it and broke out into a broad grin. He pulled on a pair of board shorts, red, white and blue. "This is opton 1" Sam said, turning around. 'It's nice" Sam snatched those off. I doubted that he would wear that. He brought them for me proabably. He likes to dress me sometimes. He would want something more provocative. On went with a much skimpier bathing suit, like a miniature sailor pants. "Option 2" "Better" the guy said. Option 3 was the underwear I had just bought. "Well" the guy, nodding his head. Then he looked at me. "What are you wearing?" I picked up the board shorts and took off my shirt. Unlike Sam, I am tattoed heavily. My chest and torso is tattoed all the way down. All the way down. I have two tribal bands tattoed on the shaft of my penis. I had a hard life in my twenties. We'll just say that. I have let my chest hair grow back and I am muscular. Sam is a boy. I am a man. I drop my shorts in preparations to put the board shorts on. The guy is staring at me. "Eddie, kiss him" Sam says, his voice hinting at some frustration. I move toward him, naked still, and get close to the guy, salt and pepper hair, press my body against his and kiss him. He reaches down and cups my balls and begins to stroke on my hardening dick. Sam, still in his jock, is on his knees in front of the guy. fumbling at his fly to get them down. The guy reaches down and undoes it and Sam eagerly rips them down. He and I kiss and make out up top as Sam takes him down, all the way, down to the root. He sucks him as I kiss him. Sam has good technique, I know. He uses his lips and suction and his tongue and his hand and he can milk a dick. And he has practice. Lots of it. This guy is getting to be the beneficiary of that. Our tongues are together and I am letting him paw at my strong body as Sam goes to town on his dick. "Oh, God" the guy calls out. "Oh God" His body is tense and I can see that he is close. He throws his head back and grunts. His eyes clenched tight. His body twitches and he unloads into Sam's mouth. "Thanks" the guy says Sam stands. "I like sucking dick. Thank you" "You're good at it too" "I know" Sam says. He's just being honest. He is good at cocksucking and he knows it. "Are you going to the foam party" "I really wasn't planning on it" the guy said. Sam decides to let it go and he goes on back to his life, here in the gay heart of Pride and we go on about ours. That means to a party. I go in the board shorts and Sam in the blue and white swimsuit. We head out in the night air blocks down Duval to Fleming. Even though it is humid, it is not truly hot, still only about 10 degrees cooler than during the midday sun. There is a breeze and I can see in the night sky some gathering clouds portending a tropical downpour. If that happens, there will a lot of men huddled together under shelter. That can be fun too. The Equator is just a nicer place than New Orleans House. It is tastefully furnished and better maintained. We push on through the lobby to the pool area beyond where the music, the obligatory house music that blares at all gay functions, is pounding, a light show flashing. The outside courtyard is generous with sundeck space and two pools. The place is packed. There are two hundred or more, probably more, packed in and the pool, one of the two at least, is like a bubble bath. I leave Sam and I can only hope that he stays in the same general area and I plunge ahead to get us drinks. As I wait at a clearly temporary bar, I look around. There are rainbow flags hanging from the balcony. I've never been here but there was a porno filmed here called Key West Cum, an oral only vid, that I liked. I can see the balcony where the first scene was filmed, the hottest of the flick, a threesome of three twinky boys. Finally, I am able to get our drinks and head back, hoping to find Sam easily. Naturally, he isn't where I left him. But, I spy him easily. He is up around one of the jacuzzi's, elevated, dancing with a slender twinky boy. I head that way. "Eddie!" he says, reaching out his hand. I give him a rum and coke. "This is Dave and Ethan. This is Eddie" Dave is my age. Ethan is Sam's more or less. Ethan, it should be said, is in the exact pair of underwear I bought for Sam. "Bought those at Evolution?" I ask Dave Sam heard it. "Doesn't he look cute?" "He does" Dave said Sam spins the boy around. "Look at this ass! And what he's packing!" "Sweet" I say "Sam has the same pair" Dave nods. "Too bad he didn't wear it" "I look good with what I have on" Sam said Frankly I had to agree. I quickly determine that Dave and Ethan are a couple and that they are staying here at the Equator. Clearly, he and I have similar tastes. Sam and Ethan are acting like long lost brothers, even though Ethan is more giggly than Sam is. They continue to dance where they are and they have admirers too, men who like twinks. They plunge down into the crowd, to get into the pool amidst the water and bubbles. Dave and I go for a second drink for us and our lovers. He is from Orlando and we are from Tampa and we know generally some of the same people and have been to some of the same places. When we get back, Sam marches out of the pool, begging us to join in which I try to beg off but unsuccessfully. He insists and Dave and I find our way into a crowded and foamy pool, packed with men, more than a few of whom are naked. Taking a drink from me, Sam says, "Ethan and I have decided. We are all going to fuck" "Really?" I say. Dave just snorts. "Yeah." Ethan says. "Me and you and Sam and Dave" "But all of us together and maybe we switch up" Sam says "You decided that?" I say "You want to, Eddie" Sam says. The truth is that I do. Dave wants Sam. I'm not jealous. In fact, I'm excited as hell. "Let's do it" Dave said. Their room was inside the first building. We paddle there still dripping, my dick not hard but the blood is flowing in the excitement of getting to shove it in Ethan's firm little ass. We could still hear the noise of the party. The room was big, much bigger than ours and nice, very well appointed. There was a king bed. Dave and I are middle aged. I am much more muscular and hard than him but he isn't in bad shape. He takes care of himself. But Sam and Ethan are hot boys. I strip off my swimsuit, my dick not yet fully hard. Dave is in the same condition. "Oh, I can take care of that" Sam says, putting one hand on Dave's crotch and playfully pushing him back on the bed. I jump on the bed too. I am naked, Dave is naked, Sam is naked but Ethan is not. He is still in the jock and I think he is cute as hell in it and I don't necessarily want him out of it. At least not yet. Sam is between Dave's legs, hunched over on all fours, taking him down. Ethan seems to be going for the same thing but I pull him up. I want him sitting on my chest and I want to play with that bulge. He gets up, his weight on his knees parked in my arm pits but he isn't heavy anyway, his hands resting on my hairy, thick chest. I grab his ass and pull him forward. I use my tongue to outline his dick and balls though the fabric and I can tell he is excited. His dick is straining in it's prison. Well, long enough. I pull the fabric down, liberating his cock. He's hung like a horse, like skinny boys often are. Long and thick, curved down, cut, big balls. Nice. I take him down. "Oh yeah" Ethan moans. "Wow" I know how to suck a dick too. I taught Sam, even though he has natural talent too. And right now, Sam is going after Dave's dick, giving it a good polish. Ethan's lean golden body is on my chest and his rock hard prick is in my mouth and my lover is going at it. Life is sweet. But what I want is his ass. "Gotta any lube?" I ask Dave, taking Ethan's fine cock out of my mouth He has to twist around but he tosses me a small jar of Elbow Grease. Well, I'm fucking him raw, I guess. Better anyway. It's how Sam and I do. I get a dollop and slather my dick and Ethan gets some for his hole. He's a bottom. Pure bottom. All the way. I doubt Dave has ever had a dick in his ass, certainly not in a long time and definitely not what this kid is packing. Me and Sam? We switch it up. He loves to bottom but he will happily top. The boy scoots back and sits on my dick. Effortlessly. He's been fucked many times in his young life, just like Sam has and he wants it. He rides me, facing me. I reach over and stroke his dick with my still greasy hand as he bounces and down. "Time for daddy to fuck!" Sam says, coming off of Dave's pole. He grabs the grease and does the prep while Dave lays there. Two boys riding two men in a bed at a gay party. Both boys keep their hard on as they get fucked. Ethan rocks back and forth on my dick and I stroke his as he does it. His ass feels fine wrapped around my cock and I don't want him to stop. Not unti I nut in his ass. I can see Sam riding his dick the same way, all four of us moaning and groaning, hands touching bodies. I try to drive myself deeper into Ethan's ass. Sam reaches over and starts kissing Ethan as they ride. it's a hot touch. "Let's trade!" Sam says. So they do. Ethan comes off of me and they go from one lover to the other, awkwardly on the bed, but then Sam squats on my dick, letting it slide fully up inside of him. My dick has been in his ass many times. I have touched his cock many times. We have had public sex before, group sex before, threesome and foursomes and more. But it is still a turn on. My cock, barebacked, goes in him, skin on skin. He knows how to rock and move. I've fucked him since he was a boy, literally. I know this ass. I love this ass. I love his dick and his body and his personality and his irrepressible sense of things. I can happily fuck Sam all night long. And he knows how I like it. He goes slow now, but he will go faster later and then surrender and let me pound him hard as I like, jacking off and creaming as I do. It is pure beauty, pure sensuality riding my dick. The other boy? He's hot as fuck. I want him. I want it all. And I do want to cream in Ethan's ass, I admit. I want to leak my load out. Watching him fuck his lover too is hot. He knows, like Sam does, how to please the man he's with. But Dave is watching Sam do it. "Goddamn" I hear Dave say. "Fuck. Let me back at that sweet ass" Sam smiles. "Ok trade again" Again, I just have to lay there. The boys are doing the work. Part of me wants to drive it in, drive it in hard, really fuck. BUt I know that part of their fun is being in control as the bottoms. I'm getting ass, so why would I argue? Ethan is back riding me and I like that. He looks younger than he probably is, much more boyish even than Sam, but he's packing down there, a man's dick. I stroke it and he moans. He likes that. "MMmmm" I purr. "Damn that's good" "Ride that big cock" Dave says to his young lover, patting Ethan on the leg. "I'm gonna cum" Ethan says "Let it go" I say He takes over stroking himself. Every guy knows best how he likes it. He pumps it furiously, really flogging it. He throws his head back and a guttural groan escapes. Then my toso and neck is covered in hot, sticky goo. I bodily pick him up, cradling him in my arms as I stand before depositing him back on the bed so that I can fuck him hard doggy. And I do, fast, hard and furious. Really pounding him. I'm lost in my own lust but I can see that Dave is close too. Sam is an expert in bed. He is mazimizing Dave's pleasure by just enough movement. I care but I mostly want to ravage this one ass, hard. I drive myself in him and feel it coming, the pleasure building. Then, just when I can't stand it anymore, I put my load in his ass. Hot, sweaty, sticky, Ethan and I watch Dave and Sam as they finish, Sam taking the load. It won't be his last tonight I think.