Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 23:03:15 -0400 From: Jay Boy Subject: My name is Jeffy (adult-youth) My name is Jeffy - - - - - - - - - - - - - Disclaimer: This story, and all characters and situations herein, are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or situations is purely coincidental. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slut... Yeah, that was me; a real slut. My name is Jeffrey Malcolm, but most people call me Jeffy, and I'm a slut. I'm fourteen years old. I'm black and good-looking with dark-chocolate skin, and a slim body that I keep in top-top shape with plenty of exercise and a healthy diet (compared to the junk most teenagers eat). Why do I go to such lengths to keep my body in shape? Because I'm a slut. I love getting fucked, and most of the guys that use me want me to be at my best. I have no qualms being a slut, or being called one. Even by the gangsters that live in my neighborhood. "There goes the faggot slut!" they'd say, but they were just envious or jealous, either because they wished they could be like me or because they wanted my ass but could never bring themselves to follow through on their desires. Fucking cowards! Anyway... Like I said. I'm a slut, and I love it. How did I start off being a slut you ask? It began with my next door neighbor. I was thirteen at the time (yes, I've been a slut for barely a year and a little bit but the number of men I've been with...stories for another time). He was twenty-one and he was home for summer break from college. He was a good-looking guy. His skin was smooth with a rich coffee-brown complexion. His body was in great shape from playing field hockey most of his life. I loved being around him. He was like a big brother to me but even then I knew there was more to it than that. His name was Steven Myers. One day we were in his room. I was always in his room playing games on his computer. He was lying shirtless on the bed reading a comic book. His parents weren't home. Mine weren't home either. I finished the game and saw a folder on his desktop that I'd never seen before. I asked him what it was. "Look for yourself." He had grinned when he said that. No, not grinned. Smirked. Wickedly too. I thought nothing of it at the time and took a peek. There were video files. I clicked on one and it started up. I jumped back from the screen. There in front of me were two guys fucking. A sexy black guy slamming his hard cock into a Hispanic guy. The fuck?! Steven was a faggot?! Did that mean I was a faggot too, I wondered, as I felt my barely adolescent prick getting rock-hard. "Like what you see?" Steven was standing behind me. I could feel his warmth but I didn't look around. I could sense his gaze piercing the top of my head as I sat there, and I felt his arm moving. That was what made me turn around. He was groping the outline of his big cock beneath his basketball shorts. And I mean it was a big cock! I remember saying what a huge cock he had. He laughed. "Want to touch it?" I reached forward without hesitation and kneaded the warm slab in my hand. I felt it throb with life, which only excited me further. He led me to his bed and slipped off his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his big cock popped up hard as steel. I took it in my palm and started stroking it again. Slimy, clear fluid trickled from the red-wine-colored head onto my fingers. What was that stuff? "Precum, Jeffy. Go on. Taste it!" I was reluctant at first but he convinced me to do it. I licked the stuff from the head directly. It did taste good. Salty with a fruity sweetness to it. I instinctively wrapped my lips around the head like I would have a lollipop and sucked ferociously. "No biting. And no teeth on my cock either," he warned between moans. He was moaning a lot too. Deep moans that I could feel vibrating through my body. That made me even more excited. I sucked harder and his cock pulsed, spitting more salty richness onto my tongue. It tasted so good, and clearly it was making Steven feel good too. I took the whole dark-red knob into my mouth, bobbing back and forth like it was some gigantic, warm lolly. "Want a lot of tasty cream, Jeffy?" I said that I did. He told me to keep sucking his cock and I would get lots of it real soon. I excitedly went back to work; sucking on his tasty dick. More salty precum spit out. It was thicker than the last set but I swallowed it hungrily all the same. Suddenly, Steven gasped loudly and clamped his hand firmly to the back of my head. "Here comes the cream, Jeffy! Here comes the cream!" he yelled. I sucked harder. His cock jumped, and a burst of warm thick fluid exploded in my mouth. I figured that was the cream Steven had talked about. It sure felt creamy on my tongue. It tasted nice too; a bit salty but mostly fruity with a hint of nutty flavor. I swallowed that batch but his cock kept spitting out more and more. I gulped it down as fast as I could but my mouth was too full, and some spilled down my chin. Finally, his cock stopped jerking, and I gulped down the last mouthful. "How did you like it, Jeffy?" I liked it a lot, and I told him I wanted some more. He told me I would have to wait until the next day to get another load of cream. He made me promise not to tell a soul about what had happened. He was serious about it too. I liked Steven a lot and didn't want him to get in trouble so, of course, I promised not to tell anyone. After that, I was swallowing Steven's cream almost daily for a week and a half until he told me that the cream would feel really good if I let him shoot it up my ass...