Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2019 00:26:47 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: My Boy the Slut chapter 3 MY BOY THE SLUT by Jesse Penfield Gibson DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. It is ste during a recent Pride in Key West. The locations are real but the people and situations are not. Any similarity is coincidental Feedback is welcome. Love it or hate it, let me know at revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. Your help is needed. THREE I may make my living on the blurry edge of the law. I had, well I still have, a head shop in the Ybor City section of Tampa. I do okay but not tremendous because everything retail is competing with internet but my stock in trade is that even before I went to prison I was trained in the art of glass blowing. So I make decorative pipes and construct elaborate bongs and make glass dildoes and the like. I do all right but I live in the Drew Park section which is pretty far away overall but I am also a registered sex offender and that is the sort of place I can live in. The first time I met Sam he came into the store with his mother. She needed a meth pipe and she looked like a meth head too. I didn't give a shit about mom -- and what sort of fucking idiot takes a kid into a head shop that also sells sex toys and porn? In fact, I have a sign saying you have to be 18 to enter. San wasn't anything close to anything teen but I didn't mind. He was a cutie. The second time was in the shit hole apartments I stayed at. He was undersized. underweight, scrawny, big blue eyes and nearly white hair cut very short. Like all tweakers, his mom and her boyfriend were obsessed with bugs. He was at my door. It wasn't unusual. Things at home were fucked up and they really just didn't want him there. Sam was a handful. I open it and he squirts in under my arm. "Hey, Eddie" he says "You hungry?" I ask. He nods. Of course he is. When they are high, they don't care. I had made taco's and made extra just in case. He tucks into them ravenously and he is talkative, telling me about school and the small gossip of the 5th grade. I ask him about homework and he promises me he has none. I quickly determine he has some and I send him back for his back pack. Half of his clothes are here. When he gets back, I help him with it. "Eddie, I wanna play the game" he says as we finish. He has been restless and bored by the homework. "You know where the PlayStation is" I say "No" he protests, his tone of voice being that I should know what he is talkng about. "Not video games. The naked game." The naked game. Yeah. The naked game. I would like to play that. We play that in the bedroom. I nod. "You gonna make it shoot?". He is obsessed with me ejaculating. "When you are older, Sam, that's the point." He enjoys my kiddie porn collection. He loves seeing pictures and video's of kid's his age or a little older being sexual. He also loves to be naked. Clearly, I don't have a problem with that. He plays with his hard on as if it were a gun, making shooting noises and laughs riotously. He talks to it like it's a baby and laughs some more. He demands that I be naked and tells me that I am all covered in grass. Then he climbs on top of me, his small body lying lightly on my bulk, and he kisses me lightly on the lips and then laughs somemore. He laughs about my hard on. "You think I'm sexy? Huh, Eddie? I'm sexy?" he says, taking my dick in his hand and stroking it some. "You do, don'tcha?" "Of course, Sam. I think you are very sexy" A broad grin. Skinny and hairless, a dick the size of a small pencil and two grapes for balls. all restless energy about to explode, freckles across his face, his skin a light shade of golden everywhere except where a bathing suit would go and that is white as a ghost. Yes. He is sexy. At least to me. I put some mineral oil on his little stiffie and stroke its firm hardness between my thumb and forefinger and my dick very nearly twitches. I am turned on truly. But he takes over, a whole hand on it. A small hand on a small dick but he has all ready jacked off enough to know how to pleasure himself that way he likes. I have given him that gift, one that he would have discovered himself of course but at an older age. We have played this game before, of course. "You there, mister! You suck this!" Sam says, mock demanding, pointing his dick my way. I will. It doesn't fill my mouth or gag me and I can, if I open wide enough, get dick and balls in my mouth at the same time. He likes that a lot. Before he tells me, and out of instinct anyway, I stroke myself. I need to. I could eat this boy up. He aquirms underneath me as I do it. He moans a little. I use a finger to push on his small prostate through the taint, odorless and hairless. Neither of us speak. I suck him, i stroke it and he lets me. He enjoys it. His body goes tense. His breathing is ragged. He sighs about every 15 seconds as if surprised. "Uh" A staccato grunt. Then a long moan. "Uhhhhhh" I keep going. He is squirming underneath. "Uhh, uuh, uuuhhhhhhhh" It sounds like pain. Then he pushes me off his dick and laughs like it's the funniest joke in the world. "You're nasty" I say. He laughs still. He pauses and breathes heavily but his dick never softens. "Make it shoot, Eddie" he says. He won't let me fuck him. I smear some mineral oil on his thighs and he bunches them together and I slid my dick between them as he strokes his. It is a delicious sight. Beautiful. He pleasures himself while I use what he will allow me of his body to pleasure myself. Then, I feel it. I know it is coming and he has learned to read my moods to know. Ropes of cum shoot out, one after another, coating him thighs and crotch, his dick and balls drip with my jizz. He laughs and laughs. He loves seeing me ejaculate. "Too cool" he says. "I can't wait" I can. But tonight, we go for round two and he sucks me. He is getting better at it but still gags if he gets too much in. Then, he cuddles up beside me and we sleep naked, even though he will be up and going at the crack of dawn. Keeping him down and quiet is impossible. He is always on the move. Always searching for another adventure and demanding that I join him. But just before he does get settled for his short sleep, he turns to me, his small naked body nearly swallowed up by my hard, hairy self. "I love you, Eddie" My heart melts. "I love you too Sam" "Always?" "Always" I mean that too. Always. It's 8 years later and I love him still. He still turns me on like no other. We are walking down Petronia street to a french creperie when Sam stopped me. "You're not pissed, are you?" "About what?" I ask. "That guy. Just now" "No, of course not" I say. He exhales, frustrated. "I mean ..." "Sam..." I cut in, also frustrated. "Fuck Sam. We've done this before. I was always knew I wasn't going to be the only you were going to fuck and I wouldn't want to be anyway. We both enjoy it. I don't see the problem" "Do you still love me? Now that I'm older?" "You're 18 Sam. You're not over the hill" I say and then instantly regret it. I can tell from his eyes that he doesn't like that answer, pointing out the age difference between us. "Listen, you know the deal. I like young boys. I still do. If I could I would. But meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me and that it happened when you were 10 made it better. I loved playing the naked game with you. Loved it. But, Sam, I'm still in love with you" "Always?" "Always" I say "I really liked playing the naked game too." he said. We had crepes and Sam hit me up to go parasailing and rent jet skis. A nice quiet day of reading beside the pool is not Sam's gig. Constant motion is his thing. It's an adrenaline rush. Whatever cob webs I had were worked off in the haet of a tropical day and the glare on the water and I was tired by the time we got back. The whole way he talked about what we should do for the evening entertainment, even though I mostly wanted a nap. We could watch the semifinals of the Stoli Key West Challenge, the bartending contest, or go to the Mr. Key West Pride contest. I let him go on about it but I knew I would die if I tried to keep up. I also knew the party here wouldn't end until the early morning hours. And we couldn't sleep in as much in the morning because we had the Blu Q sailing and snorkeling tomorrow. "Look, go ahead and come back here and we'll meet up around 10" I told him. He smiled. It was sympathy. "Ok, cool Eddie. 10 o'clock" "10 o'clock" I said, giving him a peck on the lips. He dressed, considering his options. He looks good in anything or nothing. Neither of us had to apologize for spending a few hours apart. In 8 years, I have learned that with Sam to let him go and do and hope that it turns out all right. I can't go full speed all the time. I have to let him go some. So, he exited, dressed as he wanted, white shorts and a solid black shirt. I took a nap. I was up well in time though and had actually gone down and gotten a drink and had to go around to head up the front stairs when I ran into Sam and a red headed young guy, not tall but broad shouldered and clearly fit, freckled face and the hair close cropped. "Cameron, this is Eddie. Eddie, Cameron" Sam said, acting clearly proud of himself. "Cameron is in the Coast Gaurd" "Cool" "And Eddie is in the pot selling business" Sam said. When Florida legalized medical marijuana, I teamed up with a guy and got a dispensary license. "I'm piss tested" "For single uae, your piss is clean in 5-8 days." I said "Really?" "Yeah. I'm an expert in getting high" Cameron smiled, a big toothy grin. Sam punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Let's get baked, huh?" Sam said. I loaded it, liquid THC, heavy duty high. The boy is cute as hell and I wanted him high. There is not much better than fucking high after all, the intensity of it. Sam, who would live his whole life high, agrees. Plus, he hadn't fucked since this morning and was horny and Cameron was a hot little number. He was pawing at him. The beat from Bourbon Street below filtered up and we were moving together wordlessly. Sam kissed him. Then I did. Whether he was mostly after Sam or not, this was going to be a threesome. Sam was the first to lose clothes, peeling off his shirt. Cameron got undressed next, his T shirt came off and the reality was equal to the promise. He was a fit young man with all that entailed. A little treasure trail of orange hair to his belly button and fair skin, almost white and translucent. I pulled off my shirt. "You're ripped, Daddy" Cameron said. "Yeah, you're pretty tight too, kid. You got it going on" He smiled a crooked, knowing smile. He knew. A lot of people don't go for gingers but he was one hot boy. No doubt about that. His shorts came off and underwear came behind. I pushed him back on the bed and got between his legs. He was hard all ready, had a nice full trimmed bush of orange hair and an average sized dick. I took it in my hand and guided it to my mouth. Sam was busy kissing him and getting his shorts off too. I suspected that Cameron was soon going to get a face full of Sam's cock. And who would complain. "Uhhh" Cameron exhaled. "Suck it daddy. Suck that dick" I did. I swallowed it whole. He squirmed a bit as I slid up his cock, swirling my tongue around until I got to the head. I held it in my lips and pulled back, sucking hard, flicking at the piss slit, tugging on his balls with one hand and stroking my own dick with the other. I could see Sam's fine, firm ass flex as he fed Cameron his cock. I took him down deep again, all the way to the root, deep throat, and then back up again slowly, running my lips along the shaft. But then, enough teasing, I bobbed up and down, my hand up now, stroking his shaft as I did, sucking him and stroking him hard and vigorous. He sighed. He liked that. He's not much older than Sam. 19 or 20, probably. Old enough. Old enough for the desire but desire comes way before anything else. Old enough to do but that comes before the actual doing. I don't know if he is experienced in man sex. It doesn't matter. He's hot. His body is tight. His dick is hard. I'd happily fuck him. But if he is a top, I'll happily take it. In the meantime, I blew him. I took that hard dick down my throat and my mouth made love to it. He is draped over the edge of the bed and he wraps his legs, hairy with red shag and freckles there too, around my back. I pull off his dick and suck his balls, big full and firm. "Fuck him, Eddie" Sam said. Well, okay. I get a condom and roll it on. Some lube on my pole and some in his ass and I mount him, pushing my rigid member into his tight hole. "Oh, fuck. Fuck." Cameron said. "That feels good" I go easy. Nice and slow. He hasn't been fucked much. He is tight. Sam is beside him now, kissing him, stroking his hard dick as I fuck him. His tight hard body is tense as I pick up the pace. A little harder and a little faster. A little more. Then a little more. "Come on, Eddie. Fuck him hard. He's not a little boy. Fuck him like a man" I drive myself into that firm ass. Then back and then I just pound him. Hard and fast. If that's the way he wants it, then I'll give it to him that way. Hard and fast. All the way in and fuck him savagely. He keeps his hard on as I do, Sam stroking it as they kiss and make out But I tend to the ass. "Oh God" I say. i'm not going to last. He's too tight and it's too hard and I don't fucking care. It feels great. I wish it would last forever but it won't. "I'm going to fucking cum" I call out Then the pressure is too much. I drive it in again and unload. Sam is beaming. "My turn" he says with glee I sit there, watching two boys fuck. Not boys, men, even if young men. They have beautiful bodies and fine dicks and firm asses and the hunger that burns through them. I kiss Cameron and stroke him as Sam fucks him. When Cameron cums on ny hand, I lift it up and eat it while Sam continues to plow that ass. But when Sam came, his whole body shook.