Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2020 11:53:33 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Boy Slut 16 BOY SLUT By Jesse Penfield Gibson AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapeter is set in the summer of 2000 Compliments, complaints, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty. SIXTEEN 15 1/2 years old (5' 10 160 pounds) Sexual Partners to date: 16 females 28 males 3 trans Sexual Encounters: 555 Buck had a friend, a judge. A jusdge that was married but still hankered after boy flesth. Judge Roy did nothing for him, in his 60's and in good shape for a man that old but still a man that old. Patrick quickly learned how much he had to do in order to get a hundred bucks and it wasn't much. When he got home, he gave his mom the money. She took it and said noothing. She took and said nothing for a while. "I got a date with Buck tomorrow. That's another 50" he said "No" she said "Sure" "No, Paddy. We can't keep doing this. You are out of control. You have no center. You are getting in deeper and deeper and you think you know everything because your're 15 " "15 and a half" he said "15 and a half but you don't. Where you are headed, it doesn't end well. And I need to be a parent and not your party buddy. I found out where your father is and got in touch with him. I'm putting you on a bus tomorrow and you are going to spend the summer with him. And maybe forever. We'll see." "Bitch" he said bitterly. "Where the fuck you sending me off tio?" "Key West" "Fuck me" Paddy said. That didn't sound so bad. Greyhound took forever. 19 hours. Leave in the afternoon. A 30 minute stop in a little shit hole town not far from where was born called Tifton long past supper but nowhere to eat. He had nearly $1000 bucks in cash - a fortune for a 15 year old - and his mom hadn't given him anything. The C note he had given her bought the ticket. There wasn't anyplace to eat except for a gas station. There was a hour stop in Orlando around midnight. As the sun came up, he changed buses in Miami. The morning was spent in the Miami metroplex and then onto the Keys. He was hungry and the stop in Islamarado he got what he could to eat. The drive from there was gorgeous, all aquamarine and blue and bright sunshine. It felt tropical ad it felt like Margaritaville. The bus station was at the airport. He had to wait a while for his dad to show up. When he did it was an old brown truck. The man that got out was an early 30's version of Patrick: Black long hair but tied hack, lean and muscular, cocky. "You're Patrick?" he said. "I'm Gary. Get in. I live - we live I guess - on Big Coppitt Key. It's a little drive. Although I don't know wheer the fuck you are going to sleep. You old enough to drive?" "I got a kearner's" "I guess you'll fucking learn, huh?" he said, directing Patrick to the driver's side. "Just so that we are clear. I wasn't interested in being a father at 16 and I ain't that interested at 32. Marianna says you are a chronic fuck up, which I get. She is and I am so you get it honestly. Turn left and go around the the intersection and turn right on the Overseas Highway" Patrick was concentrating on driving and Gary was hitting a joint. "So as far as rules, I don't really give a fuck. Just don't get the fucking police involved, so that means don't get caught. And I don't need no fucking bitches parents coming around naking threats and lawyers and shit. KW aint't what it used to be" "Whaat do you do here?" Gary laughed. :"As little as possible. And some of it ain't exactly fucking legal. A little bit of boats, a little bit of construction. A little bit of bartending. A little bit of this and that" They passed by the Naval Air Station and turned at a convenience store. He lived in a trailer park, every thing packed tightly in. There were three other cars, all old, parked at their trailer. He grabbed his duffel from the back and followed Gary inside. There was a blond girl in the kitchen just in her panties getting coffee even though it was nearly noon. "Terry, this is Patrick" She turned toward him. She had perfect tits. Not big, not small, perfect. She waas gorgoeous. He just stared at her as she introduced herself. "You don't like tits?" Gary said "No I do" "I think he does:" Terry said, putting her hand on his crotch. "You're all gronwn uo:" "Well, kiddo. You get your own pussy, got it" "Yeah" There were two others living therre. One was Robbie, a guy in his 20's with curly brown hair, originially from Long Island, and made his way to Paradise. The other was Dylan, short and almost feminine, but cute and looked very sexy with a scruffy beard. "Robbie's queer and Dylan is .. well, Dylan is Dylan. There ain't no prejudice here, okay? Shit, I've smoked pole. It ain't nothing" "I'm bi" Patrick said "I guess that makes it easier. In theory, you get laid twice as much" When everybody was together, where he would sleep had to be sorted it out. Dylan offered right away. He was glad. He thought he was cute and was 21, so the nearest in age to me. Patrick dumped his duffel in theroom and they all had some fish and rice to eat. It wasn't super heavy because it was really hot, even with the breeze. At night it wasn't any cooler. The drinking and smoking started before sundown and it soon became clear that Gary, Patrick's dad, was a drug dealer more than anything else. It was clear that he bartended a fair bit but sort of all over town and not so much the tourist bars. The local bars and the gay bars. A crowd followed him, wanting strong drinks and easy access to drugs. Patrick was toasty when it was time to crash and Dylan told him he might as well learn to sleep naked because it was too fucking hot to sleep with clothes on. The trailers air conditioners labored mightitly but somewhat ineffectively. Patrick didn't mind. He had nothing to be ashamed of and he stripped off willingly, his dick all ready half hard and wanting to see Dylan naked, knowing that he would top the guy. Dylan took off his shirt and Patrick noticed a thin semicruclar scar under each flat breas. Then he pulled off his shorts and underwear. He had a pussy. A pussy with a really big clit. "Wow" Patrick said Dulan looked down at the ground. "If it's a problem" "It's definitely not a problem" Patrick said. "I think you are super sexy. Thing is, you want me? I'm jailbait" "You are hot as fuck. And I don't think anybody gives a shit what you do. Not around here at least" Patrick loved the feel of his facial hair against his smooth face. The younger boy had a little bit of downy black hair across his lip and at the tip of his chin. Only recently had he had to shave it off and then only twice. Dylan had a beard,. The scratching of it felt cool. Patrick knew his way around a pussy but Dylan's clit was sensitive. He gasped then Patrick touched it. Patrick just drank in the sight of it. Flat chest, flat belly, a bit of hair between his nipples. Hairy legs, hairy face, hairy pits. And a pussy in the middle. In his estimation, Dylan was perfect. They got into the 69 posittion. Dylan worked his hard cock over well. Patrick ate his pussy. He was so hard in Dylan's mouth. He had sucked dick before. He loved dick. Patrick briefly thought that if he was gay, why not just stay a girl. Then he dismissed it. It didn't matter. Dylan was hot and perfect in every way. He slurped at it and went for the folds and lightly sucked on his transman's dick. That caused Dylan to shudder. Then Patrick, who was on bottom, lifted him up slightly and the fell on the bed together. "I want to fuck you" Patrick said. "But if you have .... Well, I guess what I mean is that I like getting fucked too" Dylan smiled "So if I have a strap on, I can fuck you?" "Okay" Patrick said, with unfeigned enthusiasm "Do you ever bottom?" "For the right guy" Patrick smiled. "I want to be the right guy" "You're getting close" It was weird being fucked by a strap on. But it filled his ass and touched all his pleasure points. And Patrick stayed hard, stroking his erection as Dylan pumped him. He pushed back, wanting that sensation. They fucked until Patrick unloaded on the bed. Afterwards they went out, down to the warm water with a bottle of cheap vodka between them, both shirtless. They got riotously drunk. The next day, Patrick piggybacked on Dylan's motrocycle as he went into KW to work as a waiter at a restaurant on Duval street. Patrick had hours to kill as he wandered around, soaking up the local scene. It was hot and humid but he was used to that and there was a nice sea breeze which back home lacked. It was just that it didn't cool off much at night that was diffeent. He rapidly determined that KW reallly was a small town but it was cool. There was a section on Dival where Pride flags where in full view. He wandered around, looking at the bars he couldn't get into and settled against a stone and steel bar fence in an alley. It was brutally hot and he pulled off his shirt and thought about trying to find something to drink, realizing that he had no money. Then a man passed by him wearing red shorts and a pinkish red shirt. The man stopped. "You working kid?" "I can be" Patrick said "Come on" There was a guest house next door, the flag said "Big Ruby's", and the man led him inside. Around the pool, there were naked middle aged men laying out. Just men. The room he led him to was large and comfortable. There was artwork of naked men on the wall. The man asked him how much and Patrick answered that it depended on what he wanted to do. "I want to fuck you" he said "Hundred bucks" "You're expensive" "I'm 15" "Let's see your dick" he said He was pleased with what he saw. Full grown. Hard and angry. Full pubes. He got down and sucked it, tugging at his crotch as he did. Patrick figured he wasn't expecting anything reciprocal - - he wasn't looking for a lover - and what he wanted was a young tight body to devour, reminding him of the boys that he lusted after as a schoolboy himself. All he had to be was stay there and be serviced and then take it in his ass. And he sucked it good, as good as Patrick had ever had. A first class blowjob. From a man that clearly loved sucking dick. He worked Patrick's balls and moved a finger to his young ass from underneath. toying with his hole. He stood and shed his clothes and he was rock hard. Patrick reached out to tug on tt but didn't drop to his knees and suck it. And the man was expecting him to be a greedy teenager and want the attention and he gave it willingly. He jumped back on Patrick's dick, slurping it up, taking him down. A condom and KY and Patrick rode him like a cowboy. Up and down on his pole, rocking back and forth. The man pawed at his tight lean and defined body, his chest, his abs, rubbing his tihick thighs as Patrick moved on his cock. The boy's hard one flopped up and down some as he moved. Patrick liked being fucked enough that he didn't even mind that the guy was old and not that sexy. He could enjoy it for what it was. The man lavished praise on him for being sexy and hot and Patrick ate that up. When he felt the man's dick twitching inside him, he stopped and let him cum. Then he rolled off. The man thanked him and paid him the money and Patrick got dressed and left Just a business deal. He caught up with Dylan as he finished up his shift and they went back to Big Coppitt Key, just past the Naval Air Station. With a bottle of tequila and some towels they headed down the road for a mile or more. They parked Dylan's bike at the barricade and they pushed on past down a disused and broken up road. The flight line was to their right. When they got there, and it was a hike, it wasn't a white sand beach like you think. The Keys don't have those because there is very little wave action because of the reef. It was rocky and barren but secluded. Dylan striped naked and laid on a towel, taking a chug of tequila and handing it to Patrick. Then he fired up a joint. Patrick admired his body, lean and beautful, masculine and male but with a pussy. He thought Dylan was sexy as hell. They got drunk and talked and each one shared their sexual ecperiences. Dylan was a little shocked that Patrick was as free spirited as he was sexually but declared that they were perfect for one another. "I could eat your pussy all day and all night" Patrick said. "I'm jealous of your dick" Patrick smiled. He got to put it in his pussy and he fucked Dylan slowly and gently, tender. And then they really got drunk. They got drunk enough they had trouble getting back but they did and fell into bed together, naked and happy.