Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2018 23:23:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Ewan Randall Subject: Slut-Boy Chronicles 01 The Slut-Boy Chronicles by Ewan Randall Chapter One: Discovering my Daddy - Growing up gay in America is no joke, especially when you seem to possess no real aptitude for people. I wasn't really bullied or singled out by the kids in my high school, but at seventeen I had no prospects for sexual experience. But this nonetheless is the story of my awakening into a special sort of lifestyle - to become a boy-whore for a sexy older man in my life. To be recognized for the first time as a treasure, to be possessed like a precious jewel. Let's just say I had never really inspired this kind of fierce attachment from anybody else in my life. My dad had died in a car accident when I was three years old, and my mom, a nurse, had raised me alone. When my grandparents were still alive, they watched me when I was young while she worked her long shifts. But later she remarried and I spent some time with my new step-father, a very kind & giving black guy named Montell. That was great while it lasted - but they were divorced by the time I was fifteen, and he moved out of our little city. He & I stayed in touch on occasion by phone or email, but there was no doubt I was alone. He was a big, dominant stud, very alpha and butch, so I figured he wouldn't understand any of the things I was going through inside, and my mom was never warm enough towards me to trust. I had always known I wasn't going to be a ladykiller. The usual growth spurt never happened, and at seventeen years of age I was still five-foot-two if I was lucky, and weighed right under a hundred pounds. I was cute enough I guess - with dark brown hair, kind of shaggy, big brown eyes, pale skin (luckily with a clear complexion for the most part), and a really lithesome frame. Even with my round little ass and very girlie legs, I was completely invisible to my peers. Even the ones I figured as being gay too were taller and more outgoing than me, and seemed more at ease & accepted. Needless to say, I was too shy to approach them at all. So I lingered - a shadow, a cobweb in that school. Until the May of my seventeenth year. School was almost out for the summer, and I would be heading into my senior year and graduation, and a chance out of this twilight zone. I wasn't super-gifted academically, and there was no real interest on my part to go on to college, though I figured it might have to happen. There was a community college nearby, but the thought of being stuck at home for another few years gave me a bit of a panic attack. But that month I got an email from Montell, my former step-dad. He had moved back to our little city, and wanted to see me again, as soon as I could come over. I was only too happy to do so - as my only really happy memories as a child had been in his company. I had been heartbroken when he moved away, devastated really. Numb and hadn't really recovered. It was just about that time that I met Kevin. I was only fifteen years old, and he was sixteen. He had some kind of gig as a camp counselor, and I was an attendee for a bit one summer. Kevin was a tall white guy, sandy brown hair, handsome and popular - but for some reason he always wanted me around. He said funny things and we had interesting conversations that made other people impatient. He touched my back or my leg or stroked my hair affectionately when he didn't think anybody was looking. I was dazzled and very much in love, though I didn't really understand what the feeling was. I just felt as though I would drown at any moment, but wouldn't be parted from him. I figured out pretty soon where this all was going about a week later. Kevin got me up from my bunk one night and urged me into a back room. There he got us both undressed and we stroked each other's dicks until we both came - me for the first time ever. He loomed over me while we did this, and he shot his juice right onto my face & chest. I remember feeling its heat running down my face & I licked at it at the corners of my mouth. Something about the flavor, a bit bitter & salty, set something off in my head, and I knew I always wanted to taste that. The very next night I used my mouth on his cock, and it was then that my fate as a cocksucker was sealed. I loved serving this big sexy guy this way, and I yearned impatiently every day for night to come, for him to deliver me to my fate, my destiny, my love in life. Needless to say, I was devastated when camp ended and I had to go back home to anonymity and a cold bed. I think I must have laid in bed broke down for days, though my nights were filled with desperate jacking-off, trying to chase that memory. My mom never let me go back, as it seemed to her the camp had done me no real good, coming home all depressed like that. Kevin never emailed me afterwards, and I suffered a series of mini-heartbreaks every day to see that empty inbox. I got over it in time - everybody does. But it was hard for ten or twelve months afterwards. Back to age seventeen: Montell had invited me over, and I was going one afternoon while my mom was working her usual long night shift. She wouldn't be home until eight or so the next morning, and I was free to do as I saw fit. The long years alone had sort of blended Montell and Kevin in my head, and friendly male attention had become something of a fetish for me. In other words, I was primed for what was to come. He said to come by about three pm, but I was so eager I was in the neighborhood by two. So I was knocking on his door not even knowing if he was there. There was no answer, so I decided to come round & see if he was in the back. He had said something about having a pool I could swim in, so I thought maybe he was out there, sunbathing or swimming. I leaned my bike against the side of the house and pulled open the little wooden gate. His backyard was really isolated: there were huge trees and a garage along the right side and rear of the place, then his deck and pool. The only yard that really looked into his was along the left side. I heard the struggling before I saw anything, and so knew to creep quietly. I peeked around the corner of the house and over the edge of the deck and saw them: a huge black guy, totally naked, with a white lady, also naked, bent over doggy-style. It took me a moment, but I recognized the guy as Montell. He was really fucking the girl hard, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her as his hips pounded into her upturned ass. She was moaning & groaning loudly, with abandon, head thrown back. He had a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back as she panted & begged for more. Then Montell pulled himself out and forced the woman onto her knees beneath him. It was then that I saw it: his enormous cock. Long. Longer than my forearm, probably. And thick. There was this massive bulge beneath the pulsing purple head that was twice its girth. That massive member was dripping with pussy juice. How had that fit inside that girl? She couldn't have taken even a little bit. She looked up at him & opened her mouth & closed her eyes. Fist still knotted in her hair, he jerked himself with the other hand until he splattered her face with a giant blast of cum. It flowed over her face & dripped into her mouth. "You take that, girl! Swallow that shit up!" he urged in a deep growl. She obeyed him as he wiped his huge prick across her face. Then he let her go and lay back on a chaise lounge. She stood up & found her clothing. "Aw daddy," she said, "That was fun! Thanks for the lovely evening! But I got to go now." "That's cool, baby," he said, leaning back and lacing his fingers across the back of his neck. His cock was softening, but still jutting up like a raised finger. She wriggled into a bitty club dress, then bent to kiss the wet tip of his cock. "Call me sometime, daddy. I want to feel this in me again soon!" "Sure thing, baby. Do you know the way out?" Her purse went over her arm, her high heels n her feet, & then she strutted to the patio door & opened it. "Oh yes - you rest there. I'll be on my way." And she disappeared into the house. I heard her exiting the front door after a minute or two, and then a car pull away from the house. As I gawped at my ex-step- dad all naked like that, immense, so fucking sexy, I saw Montell look over at the house next door on the left. He smiled and gave a thumbs-up to a guy standing there who I hadn't seen. An older black guy, about fifty, had been watching the whole fucking scene, grinning happily. "You really know how to please a little white bitch, don't ya?" The guy called out. "They do come runnin' for this big nigga. But no anal, no call-back. Bitch gonna hafta look elsewhere." "Pity for her then," the neighbor said, "You done worked that jungle magic on her!" "The pussy was tight though. If she come back, gonna give her to you. She drool on that bacon of yours, nigga." "It's what for breakfast, dog. Show's over I guess." Montell got up and found his clothes. "Guess so. Got some company coming over. My ex-wife's boy. Haven't seen him in ten years or more. We'll see what he up to these days." "Have fun, dog. Next time then." "Always a next time, homes." Montell got dressed and turned & went into the garage, not seeing me standing there. I ducked out of the backyard real quick. I was shaking all over, stomach tumbling, breath catching in my throat. My ex-step-dad was truly gorgeous, with a cock to die for. How many nights had I dreamed & creamed about something like that? I looked at my phone. Still only 2:20 - no way I could knock on his door so early like that. Maybe I should text him & let him know I'd be early. That was probably best. Fifteen minutes later, I knocked on the door with a seriously upset stomach, ready to puke at any second. And just as I thought he was not home after all, and was just about to turn to sadly trudge home, when I heard the door open. And there he was - Montell, my ex-step-dad! "Ewan? Is that really you? Oh my God!" He stepped out and swept me up into a very manly bear hug - well, probably it would have been more so if I had been anywhere near his height. He smothered me like a little kid, and I have to confess I loved it. I remembered his smell more than anything, and it was just the same. Touch of the same cologne, a bit of funk like he had been working hard and was a little sweaty. Still smelled like fucking, to be honest. He looked older of course, but not much had changed. He was as big as ever, six- foot-four - towering over me of course. He had medium-dark skin and a gentle face, bald-headed, and just an overwhelming physique. Barrel chest, thick arms, powerful shoulders. He obviously had taken good care of himself, though I guess he had a bit of beer belly these days. Not that I remembered enough to compare. I guess he was about 48 or so, a bit younger than my mother. His deep brown eyes were beaming to see me standing there - as warm & friendly as I always remembered. "Ewan! My Lord, it really is you. You look just like I remember!" I giggled a bit, blushing. "'Cause I never really grew up that much. Still a tiny kid!" Montell urged me inside. It really was almost comical to see us together. Him black & broad & fourteen inches taller than me, me white & toy-like before him. I was trembling with the sudden urge to surrender to any whim he might have. All those bottled-up gay feelings came squishing out, dangerously unleashed. He led me into his kitchen & had me sit on a high stool at the breakfast bar. We shot the shit for a while, Montell touching my arm or back or shoulder warmly. Then Montell changed the subject: "You know why I asked you to come over, Ewan. I have a bit of a surprise for you. When I packed up my house to move back here, I found a box in the attic that didn't belong to me. It seems your mother sent it along with me for some reason, but it seems to contain things belonging to your dad. I figured when I got back here, you'd have to take a look at it so you could decide if you wanted it or not." To be honest, to hear that disappointed me a bit. I was hoping he was going to say I could live with him & sleep in his bed too. But that was really sweet of him to think about me like that. "Thank you, Montell. I don't know what to say." "Why don't you go through the box real quick while I make us some dinner. There's a spare room upstairs where the box is. Just take your time & come down when you're done." "Great, thank you. I will." I started to move upstairs and Montell turned to go. "Montell," I said real quick. "I'm glad you're back in town. I missed you. He gave me another big bear hug. "Ahhh, kid. I missed you too. All grown up now." I slid upstairs - bounced really. I was so excited to see what Montell had found for me. I was so touched that he remembered. The little bedroom was still not lived in, and there were several boxes stacked up near a little twin-sized bed. The box in question was laying in the middle of the room, marked with my name. I opened the flaps and started to go through it. It was mostly just notebooks and school shit, but on the very bottom layer I found something interesting: glossy-paged porno magazines. There was the standard sort of thing, big-boobed girls in lingerie getting fucked in various ways, sometimes with several guys at once. Best were the ones where the guys were black. Those I really could throw myself into, and I loved to see how the stockings or lacy underthings clung to the girl's bodies as really dark-looking cocks were stuffed in their mouth or pussy. In one, the girl got fucked in the asshole by several black guys in turn. I realized that was how men fucked each other, and I identified with the girls in those situations all the more. In fact, I identified so much that I stripped off what little clothing I was wearing and lay there naked on the bed, rubbing my hard little cock on the mattress as I read. The final book in the collection was my favorite. It was called "Little White Slut- Boy," and in it, a small white guy, who looked an awful lot like me, was getting pounded over & over again by big studs with even bigger cocks, some white & some black. It turned into a real gangbang, with four or five sexy black guys ramming the bitch's mouth, hands, & asshole. I was so busy pounding my own cock that I only vaguely realized that the slut-boy soon had three cocks inside him while jacking two others off - two black cocks in his anus & one down his throat. I say only vaguely because I was so turned on I had flipped over onto my back & spread my thighs, book open on the bed beside me. I didn't care I was at my step-dad's house (or maybe that was why I was so fucking turned on...). I started stroking my cock with both hands, head thrown back, breath forced & fast. I was getting closer & closer to that sweet spot I knew all too well. And then it happened - a ragged jet of silver spooge fountained from my little boy-cock and arced up onto my bare chest. Just then I heard Montell's voice, really close, in the room with me: "Whoa! Sorry dude! Should have knocked!" What I sight I must have been: skin flushed crimson, chest heaving, body slick with my own sperm, cock softening. I was so shocked that I couldn't even think to cover myself. I just lay there abjected, terrified, humiliated. And Montell did not seem the least bit awkward about it. "Hey, man," he said gently, "I'm sorry to burst in you like that. Dinner's ready & I been calling you. It's okay though!" I rolled over and pulled my discarded t-shirt over my weiner. "Oh my God! I'm so embarrassed, Montell!" "Meh. It's no big deal. A guy's gotta nut when the urge strikes. Shit'll back up otherwise & then you'll go crazy." He sat down on the next to me and placed his hand on my bare back. "Fuck, dude. I must whack off three times a day. Once while I'm at the office, minimum! Can't go that long without slapping it. It's totally natural, especially for a kid like you." "You mean, you're not angry?" "Nah, man. Totally cool with me. You can stroke it all you want over here. I'll even knock next time before coming in." I reached down for my shorts & underwear. "Just chill for a moment, son. No rush at all. What you lookin' at? Can I see it? Love me a hot porno mag!" My heart dropped & my stomach fluttered. Now my ex-step-dad will think me some kind of pervert for getting so excited about this gay shit. I could have cried to be so exposed like that, and even began sniffling a bit. Montell pretended like he didn't notice my consternation. He just scooped up the magazine I had been reading, still turned to that amazingly galvanizing double-anal gangbang picture. He stared at it, and a smile flickered across his face for a moment. His eyes were lit up as he looked up at me, now not smiling at all. "Damn, dude," he said very seriously. "A boy could seriously hurt himself doing stuff like that..." "I've never seen that kind of thing before," I said hurried, stopping for a moment re-dressing, one ankle through my shorts. "I've never knew how gay guys did it." "Oh yeah, gay boys got to take it in the ass. There's no pussy to fuck on them. They love it too. A nice fat cock up they ass." He was smiling dreamily, his hand resting on my arm, keeping me from getting re-dressed. "Takes all kinds, you know, son," he said, "They ain't nothing wrong with liking that kind of stuff. If you like dick more it's cool with me. Or if you like both - no big thing." "It's not? Everyone seems so mean about it." "Naw, they just being kids. Kids are cruel. Most folk don't care about it all. Like me, I like a boy or a chick. There's advantages to having a boy to fuck." I giggled a bit, and put my hand over Montell's on my arm. "Oh, Montell, you're silly. Like what?" "Well, a boy he likes a cock as big as he can get. And he don't snivel when you try to shove it up his asshole. He knows he's not getting that cock any other way. Those fag boys love it there. And I'm plenty glad to put it there for them." I tittered, a bit uncomfortably, uncertain of what this meant for me. I mean - what more could I have wanted? But he still was my step-dad, right? So close, but probably off limits... "So you like to fuck guys, Montell?" He closed the fuck-book and laid it in his lap, then placing his other hand on my bare thigh. "Always have, since I was in army. I pick up chicks once in a while, but I always come back to fucking little white boys. It's why I never married again. And to tell the truth - it's why your mother & I split up. Too many nights on the prowl for boy-meat." He laughed a little, and his hand stroked up & down my thigh. That made me a bit nervous. "Unh, Montell - shouldn't I get dressed now?" "Oh, little guy. There's no rush at all. You like me looking at you all naked like that?" I couldn't really answer him, but my ears and face felt heated all of the sudden. "Yeah, baby. I can tell you like me looking at you like this. Lean back, stretch out. Enjoy yourself." He urged me onto my back, his hands moving back down to my thighs, still stroking them lightly. "Yeah, that's nice. Just like that. You so sexy, you know. Perfect little slut-boy in the making." "What did you say I was?" I said leaning forward suddenly. He urged me back down. "Naw, kid. Relax. I ain't said nothing but what you are. No need to be embarrassed about it. I know you a little cocksucker wannabe. I'll bet you already know how to pleasure a real man with that sweet little mouth." I should have gotten up & left right then, starting crying & fighting. But his voice was so silky and soothing, his hands felt so nice on my bare flesh. And wasn't this what I really wanted, after all? An hour ago, I was drooling over the sight of Montell's huge cock, wishing he was stuffing it into my body. Now here I was - and he was so close to me. His light touch found its way to my flat little tummy. "So sweet & sexy," he murmured. "I'll bet you don't even have to shave your body. Nothing but peachy fuzz down on your balls." He frankly took my nutsack in his hand. I gasped, and my little tiny boner went instantly hard. "Yeah, little bitch likes that. Let's see what we got here." He was serious, but his eyes were glittering with excitement. He urged my thighs apart with a gentle tap, and he lifted my balls up, squeezing them softly as he did so. His other finger traced underneath my scrotum, down to my taint. I was shivering - no, I was trembling hard, fucking shaking by now. I bit my lip in excitement. My tongue flicked the corner of my mouth. My balled fists clenched the sheets beneath me. Montell didn't ask if it was okay, or if he could do what he wanted to do. He just licked his index finger, and started tickling the outer ring of my exposed, very virgin butthole. He was just trying to find out how far I would go right then. I sucked in breath real quick to feel his fingers touching me in such a tender spot. "Mmmm, that's nice, you sweet little bitch. Like me tickling your ass, don't you?" "Ohhhhh, Montell," I breathed, "What are you doing to me?" "Daddy," he growled. "When I'm touching you like this, you call me daddy." Ooh, just like the bimbo he was fucking by the pool! How kinky! "Oh daddy, what are you doing to me?" To say that made me feel even more excited. I could feel quick-firing pops in my dick & balls, streaks of pure pleasure shooting through my trunk. "Just doing a little exploring here," my ex-step-dad said gravely. "Got to see what you got back here. If you got real whore's ass-pussy for me." He licked his finger again after ticking the tightly coiled muscle. There was a pause, an agonizing moment of uncertainty. I realized he was teasing me, but soon he reached that dripping finger down to my backside again, and his brow creased as he thrust the thick tip of his index finger right inside my ass, right to the first knuckle. I gasped in pain but more in delight. My back arched, my thighs fell open, my hands raised to my mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, Montell!" "Call me, daddy, bitch. You call me daddy, goddammit." "Daddy, please! What are you doing to me?" "Testing out this bitch hole here. To see how much of a whore I can make you." "You want to make me your whore, daddy?" "Yes, I do, slut. You ain't got no choice now - not with two knuckles up your pussy. You mine now, my cock-taking sex-toy." He wriggled his finger around, tickling the tender walls of my asshole. It felt amazing. My cock was throbbing in delight, twitching spasmodically. Montell noticed it & grabbed it roughly, burying my boner in his huge paw. He squeezed me, pumped me. At the same time, two big fingers went up my virgin shit-door, entering me suddenly. "That's it, you fucking bitch. Cum for your daddy right now. Show me you're thing but a dirty fucking slut-boy!" "Oh yes, daddy. I want to!" I panted, writhing, feeling myself edge closer. "Say that you want to be my slut, you fucking bitch!" I paused for a moment. Did I really want to? But the attention felt too good, so satisfying, reaching right down into a secret space in my soul. Where I had longed to be scratched ever since that week with Kevin so long ago. "Oh daddy!" I squealed. "Please make me your slut!" "That's it, you bitch," he growled. "Now you can cum all over yourself." And with a ragged groan, my cock exploded, even harder than before. White-hot jets of sperm lashed across my chest and belly. Four huge pumps and I still wasn't done. But the fifth one was just a spastic trickle that left my balls aching. I laid there still, panting, heaving, dizzy, ashamed suddenly. Montell jerked his fingers out of my asshole, leaving a hollowness behind them. An empty sensation I wanted to fill once again. My cock was sore with exertion, still mostly hard, little drips of boy-juice dribbling down my shaft. My daddy looked down at me savagely, then he brought the fingers he had put in my ass up to my mouth, slipping them between my lips. Instinctually, I sucked on them, realizing they tasted like my butt-hole. Not filthy per se, but still very naughty. I felt very obedient and it was a nice feeling. Montell stroked my cheek very tenderly. "That's a good slut. You came when I told you too. And you cleaned up afterward. That's a slut requirement. What goes in your ass goes in your mouth afterwards." "It tastes so naughty, daddy. I like it." "Imagine having to suck clean a roomful of cocks after they butt-fucked you silly." The thought both scared me and thrilled me at the same time. "You mean it, daddy? Are you going to make me a slut like the girl in the fuck-book?" Montell chuckled, still stroking my face. "Eager little bitch. But not too eager. You'll get gangbanged soon enough, but not yet. Gotta be sure you can take it first. I gotta lot of big black friends, all with big black cocks who love to use & abuse little white slut-boys like you. When you're ready, you'll met them. That is if you aren't too scared of becoming what you really are. What you were meant to be." I rolled over onto my knees, feeling dirty with my own cum streaking my body, suddenly not at all shy about being totally naked while my daddy was fully dressed. I felt obligated to him for pleasuring me so intensely. I would do anything for him - even let him tear my back-door open with that giant cock he was swinging. I reached out for his shoulders, slipped my hand around his thick neck. He guided me over to him, pulling me to sit across his lap. I could feel his massive bulge pressing against my bare asscheeks, straining to get out of his pants & into my body. Where it truly belonged, I knew. "Oh daddy," I sighed as he stroked my thighs. "Do you really think I was meant to be a slut-boy for you?" "I do, bitch. You don't get all skittish when I call you what you are. Plus you want to spew when you get something up your ass. Some of the boys I bring home don't really take to it at all. Not even after I fuck them all night. They stay crying and totally soft, even after they squeeze out an orgasm or two despite theyself. But not you." "Am I really different?" "You seem pretty special. Not just 'cause you my boy, 'cause we go back. There's something very unique about you. Like I can make to do every damn thing a man want, and you'd be glad about it. Like you built to serve a man like me." I leaned down his shoulder and kissed the bulging muscle, tasting his skin, feeling wondrous. "I want to do everything to please you, daddy." "Give me some sugar then, bitch," he said, lifting my face to his, and kissing me strongly, lips eagerly groping, forcing me to submit to his affection, then sliding his tongue into my mouth. We kissed like that for a long time, until I felt like I would pass out. In fact, I think I must have, because the next thing I realized, I was lying on my back in that little bed, still naked, cum dried on my body, mouth tasting like my daddy. I could hear my daddy downstairs in the kitchen. I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found, not even my shoes. There was something red and silky lying on the bed next to me though. I spread it out, I looked like a little nightgown, not very big at all, with thin shoulder straps, and black lacy parts around where the tits go. I thought for a moment - it was either go downstairs totally naked or put on this sexy little thing. I thought about the models in the porn books, and remembered how I had admired their look in such sexy underthings. I suddenly yearned to look that way too - if I was going to have to become a little slut-boy for my daddy, I might as well look the part, right? I wriggled into this little negligee, and admired how the lacy hem tickled my cock & balls. I spotted my reflection in a full-length mirror and was amazed to see myself. The little nightie barely covered my very full ass-cheeks. The bright red really suited my dark brown hair. My tummy started fluttering once again - like when you come home after an eternity away. I swished back and forth in the mirror, feeling the folds of the gown sweep across my slender hips. I was home at last- at my daddy's house. I swallowed what was left of my innate shyness, and stepped out of the little bedroom to go downstairs, down to the kitchen. I was hungry of course - but I was also curious of where all this would lead. What pleasures lay ahead of me with my strong, loving daddy to guide me. End of Chapter One (more cumming soon!!)