Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2018 11:22:59 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Boy Slut chapter 1 THE EDUCATION OF A BOY SLUT By Jesse Penfield Gibson DISCLAIMER: There are some autobiographical elements but this is intended as fiction. The story begins in 1997. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com. Please consider donating to Nifty. It's tax deductible for one thing. CHAPTER ONE AGE 12 Sexual Partners to date: 0 Up until that summer, Patrick was massively indifferent to anything having to do with sex. It was just some thing that adults did and kids didn't and he didn't know why they made a big deal about it. Plus, his mom was really loud when she did it with whatever guy, even sometimes other woman, she had at the time and Patrick just wanted her to be quiet because she was really pretty fucking loud and it was all the fucking time. Other than making fun of his sister Jessica for getting tits, it all just seemed like some thing off in the distant future for him. He started spying on Jessica. While she was making out with her boyfriend Justin. There was nobody home and she was supposedly looking out for him but she was only 14 and a total fucking flake and generally pretty fucking worthless, Patrick thought. But she had big tits and Justin wanted them and they lived in a shithole house in the middle of fucking nowhere, on this dirt road in the fucking country, and Justin has her out behind the shed with her shirt off and his shirt off and his hands on her tits and them kissing and Patrick was in the woods, where he normally would be and staying very still and wondering if they would actually fuck and thinking how much he would love to see that. And he was really uncomfortable for his hard dick pressing against his shorts. And Justin did have some really amazing muscles, Patrick thought. He hoped one day when he was 16, which is a really long time away, he would have a bunch of ridges and grooves and bumps on his body just the same but for now he was this skinny, smooth little kid. Then he must have stirred a bit, either pushing back his long black hair that tended to forever fall in his face or adjusting his weiner, which was very stiff. Jessica looked up suddenly in his direction. He ducked down and made himself very small. Too bad because she put her shirt back on and they went inside. Patrick was sure they would fuck there instead of outside and that sucked. He did want to see it but he guessed he would have to sneak around and look at some of the Playboy's Wade -- his newest "stepfather" -- had. But not right now. Later maybe. So he got up from the underbrush and headed across the yard to the railroad track, his weiner still hard. When it did that, it sometimes took a long time to go down. Walking down one track like a tight rope, headed for the creek because it was hot as fuck, he saw Edward. "Justin's with Jessica" Patrick said. Edward was Justin's friend. "He's probably fucking her" "Probably" "She's a hot chick" "I guess" Patrick said, still walking on the rail before losing his balance and having to step off. 'Whatcha doin?" "Nothing" Patrick said. He had been heading to the creek to cool off some and still was generally speaking. "Wanna go to the creek?" "Sure" Patrick said. He wasn't supposed to go but that was a rule that was made last year when they moved here and he was a little kid then. It may not apply now and besides he had broken it a million times. "Too bad you don't have another sister. I wouldn't mind getting some of that hot pussy. Stick my dick in it" Edward said. Patrick thought he might not have much luck. He was kind of pudgy and had some acne and the coolest thing about him was that he was Justin's friend and Justin wasn't even that cool himself. "Everybody wants to fuck, right?" "I guess" Patrick said. He didn't say that he was just a little kid, under 5 foot and high pitched voice and skinny and nobody was going to fuck him anyway, not that he even could probably. He didn't even know if he even wanted to. There was no reason for this 15 year old kid to be hanging around with him except it's summer amd there aren't a bunch of kids around here and he's too young to drive on his own. So he's fucking around with a 12 year old. "YOu could make out with Eva" Patrick said. "Eva? Fuck" Edward said. "She's like a 6th grader" "Going into the 7th, like me" "She don't even have no tits hardly. Fuck" Edward said, picking up a rock and slinging it uselessly into the woods. "IF she's in the same grade, you go for it" "Okay" Patrick said. Maybe he would. They got to the creek and headed down the embankment to the water. It was a black water creek, typical of South Georgia and was small enough that there wasn't even an actual bridge for the train but a big double culvert. But right there at the bend just beyond the tracks it deepened enough to be a swimming hole. "Wanna go skinny dipping?" Edward asked "SUre" Patrick answered, suddenly very interested in what the boy looked like naked. "I don't have on underwear" "Freeballin' it? Cool" Edward said, stripping off his shorts. Underneath he had on tighty whities. Hanes or fruit of the loom. There was a bulge in front. He pulled off his shirt and Patrick could see the hair of his armpits and his legs and wanted him to take off his underwear but Edward made no move to do it, despite having suggested skinny dipping. Patrick undid his shorts and tossed away his shirt. He felt small and short next to Edward, hairless and young. He was skinny beyond belief and his dick wasn't very big. But then again he was only 12, going into the 7th grade and not small for his age so it didn't bother him. Rather than stay there, he jumped in the water and sank below his head. He bobbed up to the surface and had to tread water as Edward jumped in still in his underwear. The water went up to his chest. They played there in the cool water on a hot and humid day, splashing around, mock wrestling a bit. "Goddamn, I'm horny. I wish I had some fucking pussy" Edward said after a while. "YOu wanna jack off?" Patrick didn't know what jacking off was. "yeah, sure" Patrick didn't want Edward to know that he didn't know what jacking off was. He didn't want to seem young and stupid and inexperienced even though he was young and inexperienced. They made a place under a tree on the bank, shielded from anyone seeing from the train track, not that there was apt to be anyone. Edward's white underwear was wet and now see through and Patrick could see his black pubes through the cotton. On the ground, he peeled them off and Patrick saw, for the first time, a hard dick. He thought he was on fire. He stared at it. Long and thick with a pointed mushroom head that was fiery red, all arising from a mound of black hair and triangular ball sack below, it was beautiful. He was hard instantly. And Patrick couldn't believe how big it was. He could see the veins of it. Almost involuntarily, he began to rub his own dick just a half second before Edward spit in his hand and began to stroke himself. One hand on his balls and the other stroking the shaft and Patrick was wide eyed at the thought of it. He stroked it up and down, rubbing on the head. Patrick stared at him doing it, rubbing his own dick, which was hard as a rock and throbbing. A couple of times Edward stopped and spit into his hand again and went back at it. Slowly, Edward began to breath more in sighs and gulps than in even respirations, his eyes closed, a soft moan escaping every so often. His dick was only getting harder and he stroked it harder and faster. His balls began to tighten up against his body and a soft grunt escaped, his face contorted like serious pain. White stuff shot out of his dick. Patrick couldn't believe it. It wasn't like piss. It was thick. White and thick. And lots of it. It shot out in spurts. With that, Edward was satisfied. They dressed and headed back, not talking about girls this time. "See ya around" Edward said. 'Yeah" Patrick answered. He wanted to try that on himself. He locked himself in the bathroom and pulled down his shorts. His dick wasn't completely hard but remembering the sight of Edward doing that to himself stiffened him up in no time. Spitting into his hand, Patrick began to stroke himself, more than the idle tugs from before. Really stroking. And it felt good. Really good. Like being tickled but not funny. He liked the sensation of it. So he kept stroking and it felt even better. And then even better. He spit again and went back at it. Then it felt really, really good. He began to whimper a little. He couldn't help it. He had to. The sensation of it was too much. He thought he had to pee but he kept going, determined to shoot that white stuff out. He had trouble breathing, trouble thinking. He thought he would pass out. It was almost painful it felt so good. It built and built and it seemed as if he couldn't stand it and then... Nothing came out. No white stuff. It had peaked and then drained away and Patrick really had no desire after that to stroke himeself any more but he was incredibly disappointed that he hadn't shot the white stuff out of his dick. Still, it did feel good. Has to be something better than spit, though. He got that just rubbing it raw would chafe after a while because it felt so good he knew he would be doing that again and again and again. He looked around the bathroom for something better, thought about soap and decided he could do that in the shower, saw some skin cream of his mother's and considered taking that. There was a small container of petroleum jelly, thick and gloppy but slick. He shoved that into his pocket and went on. That night in bed, he used it again and it felt wonderful. He was beginning to understand why people want to have sex. Summer is a long and lazy for a kid. They wait the final month of school, desperately wanting the calendar to turn so that summer would be there. The first few days is a novelty, sleeping later, eating more and unstructured time. But then it rapidly turns to boredom sometimes as the hot days wear on and the novelty wears off. Patrick, though, had discovered something wonderful. Something he could do to himself. A couple of days later, he had been poking around in the woods and was headed back to the house across the dusty dirt road when he saw Edward. "You got a fort back there?" Edward said. "Yeah" Patrick said. Pilfered wood and borrowed tools had built it. "Let me see" Patrick led him back into the woods through a path beat into the thick undergrowth. He had built a lean to with a wood floor between two small pine trees and was able to stretch a tarp over for complete shade. It was well built for a kid. "Pretty cool" Edward said laying down on the wooden floor. "Nobody around. You could have some fun back here. Get your little friend Eva back here, get her shorts off, get your face all up in her cunt, licking away. You don't mind eating pussy, do you?" Patrick shrugged. He thought the right answer was to say no but he thought Edward would make fun of him. "Dunno" "Jessica likes getting her pussy eaten" Patrick shrugged again. "I guess" "Too bad there aren't more chicks around here. I'm horny as a mother fucker" "We could jack off" Patrick said. "Yeah, we could" He undid his shorts and pulled them down. "You freeballing it again?" Patrick nodded, staring at Edward's crotch. He pulled down his shorts. "Goddamn. You're all ready hard." Edward said, a bit of leer on his face. "Come on and sit here" Patrick got in beside him. They were sitting side by side, ass cheek touching ass cheek. Edward spit on his hand and Patrick followed suit. Seeing Patrick hard must have stimulated the older boy because he stiffened up almost immediately. Both of them began to stroke theirs. Patrick was looking at Edwards mostly, transfixed and excited. He had hoped that the older boy wanted to do this because he so wanted to see his dick again and see it explode like that again. But then close up and touching, Patrick wanted to hold it. He wanted to stroke it. Biting his lip and summoning his courage, he reached over with his left hand and slowly went for it. Edward didn't recoil or protest or stop him. He let him. Patrick took Edwards big fat tool in his hand. And it was amazing. It was so hard but since the skin gave way slick too. It was like a steel pole covered in velvet. It felt amazing to be holding someone else's dick. Then Edward reached over and took Patrick's in his hand. That felt good too. Plus, he knew it was wrong and forbidden and taboo to have another boy touching him down there and to touch him too and that it was against the rules only made it better. He liked that this was his secret thing. Silently, they stroked each other, saying nothing. Patrick loved it, loved that he was being held and stroked by another, loved that he had Edward's cock in his hand. Edward began to moan, to grunt. Patrick kept going, definitely wanting to see the explosion. And then he did, spurts and spurts of it, coating his hand as it flowed out of Edward's dick. It was beyond cool. For a long minute, post orgasm, Edward didn't do anything. Then he pulled on his shorts. "Catch ya later" Edward said. "Okay. See ya" Briefly Patrick thought about whether he was supposed to be doing that, touching another boy. It was against the rules, of course. Something he definitely wouldn't tell. His mother might even be pissed about it since he was only 12. But then he rejected the thought. It's none of her fucking business. It's fun and he liked it. So, he'd do it again. Actually being against the rules made it better. Patrick hated rules.