Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2019 20:59:11 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Parker's Apartment by Cutter09 Gay young friends Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Parker's Apartment Chris was tallest kid on our street, I was the shortest. Of course I was the youngest too, three years younger than Chris. We moved into the house on the cul de sac when I was eight. It was a nice house with a detached garage that had an apartment over it. I liked the house because I had my own bedroom, and there were several kids to play with, whereas at our old place, there weren't any. Chris lived two houses down, and I met him the day after we moved in. He was playing with two other boys in front of our house, and I went and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Parker. We just moved here." "I'm Chris. This is Joey and Rick. Also known as Asshole and Dickhead," Chris said, receiving a shove from Joey. I immediately liked him and his naughty sense of humor. I learned that although Chris was a little taller, they were all the same age. Chris had light brown hair that was too long and he was constantly flicking his head to the side to get the hair out of his brown eyes. Joey and Rick both had dark brown, almost black hair that was really short in back and sides, and spikey on top. We started to play `tag', and of course I was tagged "it" quickly because I was slower than the older boys. Also being slower, I couldn't catch the older boys to tag them. Chris let me catch him, knowing he could easily tag one of the other boys. So he became my hero. That's the kind of guy he was. He always seemed to be looking out for me, so of course I became infatuated with him. The four of us played together almost every day, sometimes other kids joined in too. Sometimes there would be six or seven of us running around that cul de sac. My sister Katie would sometimes join in playing with us if her friends weren't available, but usually not. When she did, the boys all seemed to pay special attention to her. I guess it was because she was their age too. I was a little jealous of the attention she got, especially if it was from Chris. But Chris always took up for me if the other kids picked on me, which was a lot. I was smallish even for my age, and as time passed, it became more noticeable. They were all hitting growth spurts, and I was just a little kid. If we played basketball or something, Chris would always pick me as his teammate, even though it probably would ensure a loss. When we played `hide and seek' at my house, he would never find me, even though he knew I always hid in my mom's closet. When I was nine and Chris was twelve, we were playing `hide and seek'. I went to my usual place in the closet. I closed the door, and suddenly I felt a hand on top of my head. "Parker?" Chris whispered in the dark. "Yeah." "Come back here behind the clothes so no one can see you if they open the door," he said, placing his hand around my belly and pulling me backward toward him. When I bumped into him, I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "Are you wearing perfume? You smell good." He was right, I had played with my mom's perfume earlier. Then he sniffed my neck closer, and I felt his lips on me. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, and he kissed my neck again. His hand slid under my shirt and rubbed my belly as he pulled me tighter against him. I could feel something hard on my back, then he kissed my lips. I felt my knees go weak, but he held me up. We kissed in the dark closet until we were found by Rick. He didn't see us doing anything though. I knew we had done something naughty, and I was thrilled. Later, when we were alone,I asked him why he kissed me. "We need to practice for when we start dating," he answered. I wasn't sure if he meant when we start dating girls, or when we start dating each other. That night, laying in my bed, I thought about what he said, and I realized I wouldn't mind dating Chris, even though we were both boys. Then I noticed my little friend between my legs was stiff. After that, it seemed he was always finding some reason to touch me. Several of us went to the movies, and I was going to sit there anyway, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the seat next to him. His hand held mine longer than necessary, and I didn't let go either. When he did let go, his arm went over the back of my seat, like you would do when on a date with a girlfriend. One day we were playing in the cul de sac, and Joey pushed me down. I scraped my hand when I hit the asphalt, and started crying. Chris shoved Joey. "Leave him alone!" "What is he, your girlfriend or something?" Joey retorted. "Why? You jealous?" Chris replied. Then he picked me up and led me to his house. I wondered if he was asking if Joey was jealous of me or of him. Of course either way he would be jealous of another boy. He picked me up and set me on the bathroom counter. He washed my scraped hand, and then kissed it, before putting some medicine on it. It was like a parent might do a small child, but to me it was different somehow. "Thanks Chris," I said and hugged him. He held the hug for a long time, then kissed my forehead and said, "We should get back outside." When I was ten and he was thirteen, Chris asked me to show him the apartment over our detached garage. We mostly just used it for storage, although it did have some furniture in it. "This would be a great place to play `House'," Chris said. That usually meant kids pretending to be a married couple, so I was a little upset. He was my friend, and I assumed he wanted to play `House' with Katie. "I'll be the husband, you can be the wife." I was so glad he wanted to play with me, and not Katie, I quickly agreed. He went outside and pretended to be the husband coming home from work. "Honey, I'm home." "Hi Dear, dinner is almost ready," I replied. "Don't I get a hello kiss?" Chris asked. "Uh... Sure Dear." I was going to kiss his cheek, but he bent down and kissed my lips. It wasn't our first kiss, and I was thrilled but I knew it was only pretend. His arm went around my back as he kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he sat on the old brass daybed next to the window by the door. "How was your day Honey?" I was still reeling from the kiss. "Fine," I answered and sat beside him. "Did the kids behave today?" he asked as he leaned toward me. "Uh... Yes," I mumbled as his lips met mine again. Chris leaned against me, making me lay down on the daybed. He was laying on top of me with his lips attached to mine. "Do you remember how we made those kids?" he whispered huskily, and kissed me again. I knew that parents got naked together and somehow made babies. The thought of getting naked with Chris was very exciting to me. "Mm hmm," I muttered into his kiss. He began moving against me. I could feel his hardness on my thigh. All the rubbing made me hard too. His hand slid up my shirt and he played with my nipple. He was moving faster on me, and I was pushing up against his movements. "Do you like that Honey?" "Mmm, yes." He kissed me harder and humped faster. Then he suddenly stopped. After a minute he said, "I should get home." I was confused. I thought we were having fun, doing something naughty, like in the closet, but he just got up and left. The next day, I asked him if he wanted to play in the apartment again. "Yeah. Just a minute though." He went to his house and came back with a roll of paper towels. "I don't want to mess up my jeans again," he explained. I didn't understand, but I didn't care, Chris wanted to play with me. When we got in the apartment, Chris put the paper towels on the daybed and sat down. I sat beside him and he immediately reached for me. We were kissing again, and I liked it. He placed my hand on his crotch, and I felt the same hardness I felt the day before. I got hard too. More naughtiness. After a few more minutes of kissing, Chis said, "Take it out." He leaned back on his elbows, and I could see the hard ridge in his Jeans. I unzipped his pants and put my hand inside. It felt big and hard. He lifted his hips, so I pulled his jeans and underwear down. His dick was WAY bigger than mine. I would later learn it was bigger than most. He sat up and kissed me some more, and he put my hand back on it. My hand was too small to wrap around it, but he moved my hand up and down to indicate what he wanted. We kept kissing, and he would moan every once in awhile. Then he stopped and reached for the paper towels. "Faster," he said as he placed a paper towel over his dick and held it there. Suddenly the paper towel got wet and Chris moaned real loud. He wiped himself off and said, "Thanks, you're the best." "What was that?" I asked. "Sperm. You'll do it in a couple of years." I was still holding his dick. I was fascinated by it. He had a small patch of hair at the base, and big balls too. He let me play with it for awhile. It got softer, but then got big and hard again. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded. ` "Kiss it." I bent down and kissed it right on the slit. That was even naughtier than kissing him and playing with his dick. "Jerk it again." I did as he asked. It took a long time, and my arm was getting tired, but then he moaned, "I'm gonna shoot." I watched as this stuff came blasting out of his slit, onto his stomach and my hand. Another paper towel was used to clean up. Then Chris kissed me one more time and left. When I replayed it in my head that night, I got a stiffy again. I reached down and stroked it like I had done for Chris. It wasn't long before I had a great feeling, and I thought my head and dick was going to explode. I knew then why Chris liked it so much. It was three days before Chris and I were alone again. Two days that I nearly went crazy every time I saw him. Running around the cul de sac chasing Joey and Rick. Two days of thinking about what happened in the apartment, as I played with my own small dick. On the third day I asked him up to the apartment again. He smiled really big. "You like playing `house'?" "I like playing it with you." I admitted shyly. We lay down on the daybed locked at the lips. Chris slid his hand under my shirt and rubbed my belly. Then his hand moved down to rub the front of my pants. "You really like this don't you?" Chris said when he discovered my erection. In answer, I reached for his erection. I hastily fumbled with the button and zipper trying to get at his big cock. "If you want it, you have to kiss it first." As I kissed it, Chris pushed up at my closed lips. I guessed that meant he liked me kissing it. I started stroking it the way I knew he liked, and I was happy to hear him moan as I did. I leaned into him to kiss his lips while I stroked his cock. Chris reached down and rubbed the front of my jeans too. It felt even better than when I rubbed it myself. I was breathing heavy and he rubbed faster, so I stroked him faster too. Then my brain exploded. Chris noticed and he shot a huge bunch of sperm on his belly. I was sorry I didn't get to see it squirt, but I know he liked it. He handed me the paper towels, so I tore one off and cleaned his belly and cock. This went on for about a month. We would sneak up to the apartment whenever we could. He always started with kissing me, then I would pull his pants off and kiss his dick. He liked it when I kissed his dick. Then we would rub each other. Me holding his bare cock, him on the outside of my jeans. He always made a big mess for me to clean up. I didn't mess up anything. Then one day Joey was picking on me again, and Chris came to my rescue as usual. Joey got mad and said, "He must really be your girlfriend the way you protect him." "You just wish you had a girlfriend," Chris said. He didn't deny I was his girlfriend, but he didn't confirm it either. When we were alone in the apartment next, I ask him, "Am I your girlfriend Chris?" "My girlfriend would be taking my dick in her mouth," was his answer. So, when I pulled his pants down, instead of just a kiss to his cock, I opened my mouth and let it slide in. Chris moaned the way I like to hear, and pushed up at my mouth. "Suck it, Baby," His hand went to the back of my head pushing me further down on it. I kept my hand on its base, so I could stroke it, but also so Chris wouldn't shove the whole thing down my throat and choke me. He moved his hips up and down, showing me what he wanted. I got the message, and moved my head up and down his pole. I liked the way it felt in my mouth, and I loved making Chris feel good. I stroked and sucked him, and soon I felt him get even harder. I had done this enough to know what that meant, and I ssucked and stroked faster. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and he did. Six strong throbs of his cock, each sent a rope of cum down my throat. I gagged and swallowed, gagged and swallowed, until he stopped pumping and relaxed down on the daybed. Chris pulled me up and kissed me. "I can taste my cum on your tongue." As we kissed, his hand moved down to my pants. He undid the button and zipper, slipped his hand inside, and grasped my little dick. He stroked it till I got the feeling too. It was like his way of showing me I was his girlfriend. Whenever we could get alone, I sucked his cock. Sometimes he played with mine until I had a dry orgasm too. When we were in the apartment, we would get naked. We would kiss a lot as he humped against me, but we always ended with his cum in my mouth. I was getting older, and knew I was meant to like boys more than girls. I knew that Chris was my boyfriend and I wanted to please him.I didn't mind, I liked pleasing him. After all, I was his girlfriend, and that's what girlfriends do. I mean, I wasn't a real girl, and that just made me try harder to please him. That didn't matter, as long as Chris wanted me. At school during recess, the other boys would playfully shove each other and call each other `Cocksucker' or `Dick breath' like it was some sort of insult. Or say things like "Don't tell anybody I've got a wooden dick, and I won't tell them you have splinters in your mouth." I only hoped I didn't run into any wooden dicks, because I didn't think I liked the sound of splinters in my mouth. Of course I didn't have to worry about that, Chris's dick wasn't made of wood, even though it got just as hard. The jokes bothered me because I knew I was a cocksucker. I was Chris's cocksucker. Also, I was making an effort to look at the other boys when in the restroom. I was careful not to get caught looking. I saw a few dicks, none as big as Chris's though. The first week of summer break when I was eleven, Chris and I were in the apartment, naked of course. He took out a jar of vaseline from his pants pocket. "We're gonna try something different." I didn't know what he meant until he told me to hold my knees up by my chest, and slid his finger into my butt. I may have been young, but I wasn't stupid. "Are you gonna fuck me?" "You're my girlfriend, ain't ya?" Chris said as he added another finger to my hole. I was both scared and excited. Chris wanted to fuck me because I was his girlfriend. I had heard that it hurt girls when they lost their "cherries". I didn't know why they even had cherries in their pussies. I knew I didn't have a cherry in my butt, but I knew this was going to hurt. I had never seen my butthole, but I had felt it. It was a lot smaller than Chris's dick. His two fingers started feeling pretty good to me, and I was raising my butt up at him. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Mm hmm," I squeaked. I would like anything he wanted to do to me. "It's probably gonna hurt a little," Chris warned, taking his fingers out. "I know," I said. But I didn't know how much. He greased his dick and lined up with my hole. His two fingers were probably half as wide, and not nearly as thick as the fat knob of his cock. He lay on top of me with his lips on my neck and pushed. When it popped in I let out a yell. "Shh Shh, Baby, that's the worst part," Chris said soothingly. I wanted to believe him, and I guess it was, but it didn't get much better. Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I could feel that big cock tearing at my insides. Stretching my tunnel as it went deeper and deeper. I didn't try to stop him. I cried silently like a good girlfriend should, as my boyfriend fucked me. I felt his cock in my belly when his pubic hair grazed my balls, and his balls pressed against my buttcheeks. Then he drew it back all the way. It seemed as if the boy who had been my protector was trying to pull my guts out through my butthole, then shoved them back in with his dick. Chris began the age old in and out and my tears continued to flow. The cock I had grown to love was rearranging my insides, and I was letting it happen. Because it was for Chris, and I loved him. His face was buried in my neck and he was whispering to me as he picked up the pace. His hands went under me to grip my butt so he could get even deeper and harder. Chris professed his love for me as he hammered away, which helped me to endure the torture. I could feel his cock expanding and knew the end was near. He pounded me into that daybed and finally gushed his load inside me, up near my belly button. He kissed my lips as he withdrew his softening cock. I suddenly felt hollow inside. When he broke the kiss and looked at my face, he could see I was still crying. "Are you okay?" I wiped the tears away with the palms of my hands and nodded. Chris looked concerned, so I pulled him down and kissed him. "Are you still my girlfriend?" I sniffled and nodded again. "You're damn right I am I didn't go through that for nothing." Chris rolled away from me, and I sat up to look at the cock that had just ravaged me. I couldn't believe that whole thing had been inside me. It was still puffy looking and shiny with lube and cum, and I guess butt juice if there is such a thing. Then I looked at my dick. It was smaller than I could remember it ever being. My ball sack was drawn up tight to my body, and I just knew I'd never get an erection again. And probably never shit again either. I stuck my hand down between my legs to feel my hole. It felt like I could stick a lemon up there without touching the sides. I gave Chris a shocked look and he said, "Don't worry, it'll close up soon." He folded some paper towels to stuff in my butt so I wouldn't drip cum in my underwear. I guess he was right about it closing, because the next day he fucked me again and it hurt almost as bad, but I didn't cry. By the third time, I guess my hole got used to being stretched, because not only did it not hurt as bad, I actually liked it. I could feel him way up in me moving around like we were part of each other. And his fat cock head kept hitting something inside me that made me moan each time. Chris knew what he was doing to me too. "You like that, don't you?" "Mmm hmm." "Tell me you like it." "I love it... I love your big dick... I feels so good up in me... Please keep fucking me..." I told him all the things he wanted to hear. I was a good girlfriend for him, and he rewarded me by fucking me harder. Then his cock swelled inside me. "Cum in me Chris... I want your cum..." Then my head exploded with intense feelings. "Your ass is grabbing my dick," Chris moaned as he filled me with his load. Chris collapsed on me, both of us out of breath. I was the happiest girlfriend on the planet. Laying there under my boyfriend, with his cock buried in me, my arms wrapped around him. He started to raise up off me. "Please don't take it out yet," I begged. Chris smiled at me, then kissed my lips. "You really do like my dick." I nodded and said, "I love you." With my parents working, Chris and I had plenty of time together that summer. Time we spent fucking. He was fourteen, and made cum faster than he could deposit it in me. But I got plenty, and loved it. When we weren't fucking, we were still together. While playing with Rick and Joey, it had to be obvious we were a couple. They didn't say anything, but come on, I was doe eyed for him. If we walked down to the neighborhood park, his arm was draped over my shoulder. He was constantly tickling me, or grabbing and swinging me around. Whatever we were playing, he and I were side by side. In the apartment, I was his girl. Whatever he wanted, I gave him. Blow jobs, hand jobs, ass, whatever. He had unlimited sex with me. The week before school started, Chris and I were headed to the apartment, but we saw Katie with Rick and Joey going up the stairs and into the apartment. We waited a few minutes, then went up. Peeking in the window we saw Katie stroking their dicks. Joey's was a thick five inches, while Rick was thinner and probably an inch shorter. Neither could come close to Chris's. Chris got so horny watching them, we went to my room, and he fucked me on my bed for the first time. I was glad my parents weren't home, because he really tore me up, and I was pretty loud. Then he fucked me a second time, without even pulling out. The next day, I was going to take a roll of paper towels to the apartment because we had gone through the one we had up there. I went out the back door just in time to see Katie going into the apartment. I decided to go get Chris so we could watch Katie with Rick and Joey again. I liked what that did for Chris and I the day before. No one answered the door at Chris's house, so I went back to watch by myself. I snuck up the stairs to the window and peeked in. Katie was on the daybed, naked. She had only given them a handjob the day before, but it looked like she was going to give them something else this time. I wanted to see which one was going to fuck her first, so I moved over a little. At first I just saw the boy pulling off his underwear. But I recognized that big dick instantly. It was Chris! I was gutted. Completely devastated. Yet I watched as he slid that big cock into my sister's waiting pussy. I stood listening to her moaning as she received the cock that should belong to me. I watched her clawing at my boyfriend's back. I saw his butt moving up and down thrusting his cheating cock into her. I died a little as she wrapped her legs around him, and my tears flowed heavier than the cum he poured into her welcoming cunt. I wasn't yet twelve, and I experienced the worst heartache and sorrow I could imagine. For two days I moped around like a zombie. I didn't even look at Katie or Chris. I couldn't eat. My parents started questioning me about it. I gave some poor excuse. Then Katie came into my room when I was getting undressed. It wasn't the first time she came in without knocking. I was standing there in my underwear, still in a daze. "Chris wants to know why you're avoiding him," she said. I lost it. I grabbed the closest thing to me. "Get the fuck out of my room!!" I hurled the trophy I had received for straight A's throughout elementary school, right at her head. I'll say this for Katie, she has quick reflexes. She ducked in the nick of time as the marble and metal trophy flew passed her and smashed through the sheetrock wall in the hall behind her. Mom and Dad rushed up the stairs to see what the commotion was. Katie fled by them saying something about me going crazy. I pulled Dad into my room and closed the door. "Dad, I can't stay in this house with her any more. I'm getting older and need some space." He glanced down at my underwear, and nodded. "Can I have the garage apartment? I'll clean it up and everything. I just need to get away from her." We came to an agreement. I couldn't cook on the gas stove that was in the apartment, because they didn't want me to burn the place down. I had to spend time with the family, especially meal time. Mom was always big on us all eating together. And I had to keep my grades up, or I'd have to move back into the house. For the next few days, I was busy cleaning and arranging the apartment. The window AC unit didn't work so I bought a new one and an electric space heater for winter, with my own money. I moved my bed and chest in. I wasn't going to sleep on the daybed that Chris had fucked Katie on. Dad helped me put in a new lock on the door and blinds on the windows. As we checked the new lock to be sure it worked, the only thing I was thinking was that Chris and Katie would have to find someplace else to fuck. It wasn't going to be in my apartment, which brought a smile to my face. The first day of school came, and I was starting sixth grade at the junior high. Chris, Katie, Rick, and Joey were all starting ninth grade at the high school. I guess Katie told Chris that I had moved into the apartment, because right after school he knocked on the door. "So, you're playing house up here by yourself," he chuckled when I opened the door. I could tell he assumed I would let him in to fuck me, but instead I said,"Yes," and slammed the door in his face. "Come on, Baby. You know you want it," he called through the door. "Go give it to Katie, Asshole!" The next day, I saw Joey and Rick in the cul de sac, and invited them to see my apartment. "It looks a lot better than it did that time we were up here with Katie," Joey said. Rick gave him a dirty look for letting the cat out of the bag. "It's okay, Rick. I know she gave you two a handjob up here." They looked relieved. Then I reached over and rubbed his crotch. "How would you like something better than a hand job?" "Chris said you were his," Joey allowed. I couldn't believe Chris had told them. "Well, Chris is in the past. I'm looking for something new," I said as I unzipped Rick's jeans. I was going to just blow them. But after hearing what Chris told them, I changed my mind. Joey took out his dick while I sucked on Rick for a minute. Then I turned my attention to Joey. After a minute, I went to the bathroom and got Chris's vaseline. I handed it to Rick and said, "Grease up boys," then started taking off my clothes. Rick went first sliding his smaller dick into me and started rabbit fucking me. Really fast, short thrusts, ending with a loud grunt and throbbing his cum into my chute. Joey's bigger dick felt good when he took Rick's place. Neither of them were as good as Chris, and I had to stroke my dick to get my orgasm. When Joey shot his load and climbed off me, they high fived each other and started to get dressed. "Are you sure you're through, or would you like more of this?" I asked wiggling my butt at them. They were naked again in a flash, and spent the next several hours taking turns fucking me. They left at dinner time having dumped three loads each in my ass. They also confirmed that Chris and Katie were spending time together. They came back the next day, and I let them have me for another four hours. While they were there, a knock at the door startled them. I peeked out the window blind, and saw Chris. I opened the door wide enough for Chris to see the three of us naked. "I'm busy entertaining friends right now. Go find Katie to play with." Friday, on the school bus, Tim sat down next to me. He's the best looking boy in eighth grade. "Hi Parker." "Hi Tim." I didn't think he even knew my name. That was all the encouragement I needed. I whispered to him, "Ever had a blow job?" He shook his head. "Get off at my stop," I whispered. Tim got off the bus when I did, and walked with me. He thought it was neat that I had my own apartment. His nervousness was evident, so I just put my hand on the bulge in his jeans. "Can I see it?" I asked. He nodded and reached for the button on his pants. I helped him pull them down to reveal a nice thick six incher. His few pubes were almost as blonde as the hair on his head, and the knob was dark pink and shaped like a fireman's helmet. I quickly took it into my mouth before he chickened out. "Oh... Damn Parker... fuck, you do that good." A thirteen year old's first blow job doesn't take long. I bobbed on his dick for only a few minutes when I felt him swell in my mouth. His cock throbbed out his cum, and it tasted surprisingly as good as Chris's. I licked him clean then asked, "Are you in a hurry to get home, or do you have time for a fuck?" I don't know why he looked so shocked. I had been pretty brazen up to that point. Once he got over the shock, he stuck around, and stuck his nice dick in me too. He fucked me a lot better than Joey and Rick combined. I didn't have to stroke myself to have an orgasm with Tim, but he wasn't as good as Chris. I felt guilty comparing him to Chris. He was a nice kid. He was younger and it was his first time too, so he probably would get even better. After Tim left, I saw Joey in the cul de sac. I figured I had time for another quick fuck, so I approached him. When he turned and saw me, he threw his hand out. "Stop! Don't come any closer." I noticed he had a black eye. "What happened?" "Chris is pissed. If he catches Rick, he's gonna do the same to him." Now I was pissed. So Saturday I went to the house on the other side of Chris's. The kids called the guy who lived there, the Creeper. He was very tall and very thin, and always wore a black suit. Some said he was a mortician, I found out he was an accountant. When he answered his doorbell I said, "I hear you're lonely, and would like some company." He glanced up and down the street, then opened the door wider to let me enter. "So, you're here to keep me company?" he asked. "I'm here for whatever you want." "Is this some sort of set up?" "No. You live alone, and I'm horny. Do the math." When I found out he was an accountant, it made that line even funnier. He may be thin, but his cock sure wasn't. It was probably two inches longer and much thicker than Chris's. I had a little trouble taking it at first, but I did. He taught me several positions, including standing up, bouncing my little body on that huge cock. I spent most of the day with that cock buried in me. I must have had a dozen orgasms, all brought on by his meaty dick. I was exhausted and very sore when I left his house. I also promised to see him the next Saturday. I stopped at Chris's house and rang the doorbell. When Chris answered, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him outside. "I just spent the whole day in bed with the Creeper. Are you going to beat him up too? You don't own me. You gave me up when you fucked my sister." "Come on Parker, you don't mean that." "Oh yes I do." I stormed off to my apartment. I lay on my bed thinking about the day's events. The calisthenics in Creeper's bed, the confrontation with Chris. My whole body ached, and my ass was sore and gaping. Creeper sure knew how to fuck a boy. As I thought about it, I realized that after being loyal to Chris for so long, now I'm a slut. I had been fucked by four different guys in under a week, and all but one of them repeatedly. The more I thought about it, the more I came to grips with the fact that I liked it. I liked feeling them on my back, pumping their cocks up in me. I liked having a cock moving around deep inside. I liked being used as a cum dump, too. It definitely wasn't love to them, just sex. A place to dump a load and not worry about getting someone pregnant. By Christmas break, I had sucked and/or been fucked by almost every boy in eighth grade and a few seventh graders too. A few, including Tim, came back for seconds. I had also sucked some older cock at a park restroom. And I spent most of every Saturday getting my butt stretched by Creeper, whose real name turned out to be Sheldon. I didn't get with Joey or Rick again, because they were afraid of Chris. I didn't care, they weren't good in bed anyway. I did like Tim a lot. He fucked me missionary style face to face, and what a face he had. Great dick too. I couldn't wait for the Christmas break to be over, so I could work on getting the rest of the seventh grade boys and maybe some sixth grade dick as well. Christmas eve I was in bed with Creeper, excuse me, Sheldon. I was face down with him on my back, his cock going where no boy could reach, when I had the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. He was pumping into me slowly when it hit me. My dick throbbed like never before. When he had hosed my insides with his cum and rolled off, we discovered a wet spot under my dick. He had fucked my first cum out of me. I probably had a dozen orgasms that day, but only the first and the last produced liquid evidence. I was pretty proud of myself as I wobbled my sore ass home, only to find the shit had hit the fan while I was gone. Katie had decided that Christmas Eve was a good time to tell our parents she was two months pregnant. Shitty move if you ask me. There was a lot of yelling and crying. She named Chris as the father and said they had only done it once. I knew that was a lie. She first fucked Chris in August. She got pregnant in late October. To say that Christmas was not the happy event it usually was, would be an understatement. They waited until the day after to confront Chris's parents. It was decided that his parents would pay all expenses relating to an abortion, and that Chris probably wouldn't see the light of day till he was thirty. I was a little sad at first, because she was able to take his seed to its ultimate purpose, and I wasn't. But then I thought about all that teen boy cum that had been deposited in me, and figured I probably saved a lot of teens some heartache and expense. Boys are going to put it somewhere, if not in me, then in some young girl. That served to reinforce my campaign to get all the teen boy cum I could. Well, actually, anybody's cum. I'm a slut after all. By the end of sixth grade, I had gone through almost every boy in school. A lot of dry blow jobs for sixth graders, but a lot of cum from seventh and eighth. Some of them had high school age brothers who I also serviced, and of course Creeper Sheldon and Tim. Tim was definitely a gay top, and I enjoyed his company many times. Summer between sixth and seventh, Tim practically lived at my apartment. He loved it when he made me cum. When school started again, he would be attending the High School, and I'd still be in Junior High. Apparently my mom and dad thought fourteen was too young to be on birth control, because Katie got herself knocked up again at fifteen. I had to laugh when I found out who did it. It was one of the brothers I had serviced. He had a big cock like Chris, but a very short fuse. He would cum faster than any boy I had sucked. Sometimes I felt like I was doing DNA research, I had collected so many cum samples. But I loved the work. When I started ninth grade at the High School, I discovered, much to my delight, that two Junior Highs feed into my High School, so I had a whole new crop of boys to service, and I did my part to reduce teen pregnancies. I must say, I was very popular, at least among the boys. Then, the first week of tenth grade it happened. I met Ford. A boy, not a vehicle. We were both waiting for our orders at a burger shop. I thought he was cute, so I struck up a conversation, hoping to collect another sperm sample. I was still small and young looking for my age of not quite fifteen. I thought he was around seventeen, turns out he was twenty two and a pre med student. He had blemish free porcelain skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, and the cutest smile I've ever seen, complete with dimples. He was also quite shy. It took forever to convince him to trade phone numbers. Then I actually had to call him to make a date. My sister's second pregnancy had been useful in one respect. My parents were so upset by it, that I convinced them I wasn't about to get some girl pregnant by coming out as being gay. They weren't happy, but compared to the shit she had put them through twice, they were also somewhat relieved. So, they weren't surprised when a shiny new Corvette pulled up our driveway, and a nice looking guy went up the stairs to my apartment, and knocked on the door. Of course, he didn't look his age, or they might have said something. He looked seventeen, and I was almost fifteen, so no worries, right? For four years, they had seen many boys come over to play. They just didn't know what kind of games we were playing. Now their gay son had a date. It really was my first actual date. He took me to dinner and a movie, just like a real date. We even held hands at the movies. When we arrived back at my apartment, I saw my parents peeking out the window, as Ford kissed me at my doorstep, and left, much to my disappointment. I say that, but I hadn't actually offered him sex either. Unlike all the other boys, I hadn't been as forward with Ford. I don't know why. I really liked him, and I guess I didn't want to appear to be as slutty as I was. We had five dates, before anything happened. Five dates while going to Med school takes a lot longer to work into your schedule. Three months to be exact. Three months that I didn't even look at another cock. Three months without cock to an epic slut like me, is an eternity. After our fifth date, I convinced Ford to enter my apartment. Mom and Dad always knew when Ford came and went, I guess because of the powerful Corvette engine, so they were at the window again. They saw him come in, and probably knew when he left. We sat on the daybed after I offered him a soft drink, which he declined. We kissed, as we had before, and it was good. Then I put my hand on his bulge. He was startled by my forwardness, and I was startled by what I found there. Ford is extremely cute in a boyish way. Only five feet eight inches tall and no more than a hundred forty pounds. I found that ten pounds of it was between his legs. It felt like a pork tenderloin roast in his pants, and it wasn't completely hard yet. He was hesitant about exposing himself, but I overcame it by clawing at his pants. "Uh... Parker, I've never... Oh God, what are you... Oh God." I was starving for cock, and his was a banquet. Just as long as Creeper, and a little thicker. I didn't know they even made cocks like his, and I've seen more than a few. Ford lasted a long time as I swallowed as much of his cock as I could. Maybe it was because I hadn't had any in so long, but his cum tasted wonderful, when he finally gave me my reward. He didn't pull away from me as I kissed him afterward, tasting his own cum on my tongue. In fact he confessed three things to me. One was that from an early age, he was able to suck his own cock, so the taste wasn't a surprise to him. Two, he masturbated twice before each of our dates so he wouldn't be embarrassed by an erection when kissing me good night. Three, he was a virgin. I was surprised by that at his age, he was surprised that I wasn't a virgin at my age. He left my apartment an hour and a half and two blow jobs after arriving. The next day, my dad knocked at my door for the first time. "Are you okay, Son?" "I'm fine, Dad. Why?" "Well, your friend stayed a long time last night... And I just wanted to be sure you're alright." I guess he thought I bottomed for the first time last night. Why he just assumed I was on the receiving end, I don't know. "I didn't lose my virginity last night if that is what's worrying you." He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, you know you can always talk to me if anything is troubling you." I didn't clarify that I'd lost it years ago, but he doesn't need to know that. After my sixth date with Ford, we got naked together in bed. I had grown to a decent six inches, large balls, and even a fair amount of hair. We rolled around in bed for three hours, and he sucked me for the first time. I'm not accustomed to getting blown, I'm usually the one blowing, and I cum while getting fucked, so this was a new experience. A lover who actually cared about my needs. And I was falling for him. I discovered something new about myself. All that time I was being a slut, I was substituting sex for love. I was giving my ass in exchange for a few minutes of feeling loved. But, I knew they didn't love me. I was convenient. A place to unload. I always knew it, but I hadn't realized why I allowed it. I was under the impression that Chris loved me. I gave him everything he wanted. When I found out he didn't love me, I gave it to everyone else, looking for love. Now I had found the sweetest guy in the world, and I was falling in love again. The problem was, I was a slut for years and I couldn't let him believe I was some innocent teen boy. After our seventh date, I was sucking his big cock and I slipped a finger into his butt. He went off like fourth of July fireworks. He returned the favor when he blew me, fingering my hole rapidly. We decided he would spend the night after date number nine. We were kissing like mad, and I really wanted him inside me, but not before confessing. "Ford, I really like you a lot, but I have to tell you something." "You're not a virgin, I know and I don't care." "Well, it's more than that." "Look Parker, I'm a med student. I know what a sphincter should feel like. Yours doesn't. It has seen a lot of action, I know." So I spent the next hour telling him the whole story, or maybe I should say my hole's story. He seemed shocked by the extent of it, but at the end, I got it in the end. He made long, slow, passionate love to me, missionary style. He was as deep if not deeper than even Creeper went, and his thick cock scraped the walls of my tunnel deliciously. I moaned loudly as his cock reshaped me to fit him. His kisses muffled my scream as I shot my load on my belly, and again when his flooded my colon. It's hard to imagine it was his first fuck, he was an expert already. I would know. I would love him even if he had a small cock. I was fortunate to fall in love with a guy that had a big one. He asked me afterwards if I could be satisfied with just him from now on. I answered honestly "I will remain faithful as long as you do." Our tenth date was meeting his parents at their country club for dinner. I assume he told them about us. They were not surprised I was male or that I was young. For my sixteenth birthday, he gave me an engagement ring. A three carat pear shaped center diamond surrounded by a ring of smaller round diamonds, in a masculine setting. Boy did he get fucked that night. It's been three years, and he's almost finished his med school. I just graduated Valedictorian at my high school. I abandoned my career as a slut to be a doctor's wife. I may also become a doctor. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments to unicorn2012111@gmail.com Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. Your feedback is the only reward the authors recieve. Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html