Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2020 11:27:49 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Boy Slut 6 BOY SLUT By Jesse Penfield Gibson DISCLAIMER: Although there are some autobiographical elements in this story, it is intended as fuction. This chapter is set at Christmas 1998 and the winter of 1999 Compliments, complaints, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty. For one thiing, it's tax deductible (although that may not help) SIX Not quite 14 years old (5'6" 118 lbs) Sexual Partners to date: 2 females 4 males Sexual Encounters to date: 90 They got out of school on Thursday the 17th with 17 glorious days of no school. DiSara was going to spend most of the holidays at her Grams in Florida but she came over on Friday while her parents were at work Unhurried, unrushed. Patrick's mom had the 4 to midnight shift at the bar. She was around and so was Michelle some. She worked off and on. mostly off the books. and collected disability. They pretty much left him alone, though. His mom had walked in my accident once when he was eating DiSara's pussy and quickly left. When he realized what had happened, he broke out laughing. He thought it was cool to get caught. She had nice tits. Not huge, not small but round and plump and a handful. He loved playing with them, squeezing them. Sucking on her titties, flicking the nips with his tongue. She would squeeze them and rub her nips when he nuzzled her crotch and ate her pussy, even as she writhed underneath his tongue. He didn't give a shit if she blew him or not. She sucked at it and Keatrius was way better. mostly becuase he was he really wanted cock. Besides, what she had that he wanted was her honey box not her mouth. He loved that he could make her squirm just from his tongue. "You have a condom?" she asked him "Yeah" he answered "If you want ..." "Seriously? Fuck...." he said, beamng. He dived for his small, rickety night stand and got a rubber, a cheap one, and tore it open. He was excited and started putting in on backwards and had to flip it over. He rolled it on awkwardly, his hands shaking just a bit, excited, anxious, nervous, horny and eager. She rubbed herself as he did it but then it was on, his dick sticking up and out, a proud sword sheathed in latex. His dick was the biggest thing about him. Low rider balls and 7 inches or more but his pubes weren't all the way filled in, mostly but not completely in a full triangle just yet. He had taken to trimming them and it only made his dick seem bigger. DiSara was on the bed, naked, rubbing herself a little and her legs apart, her pussy glistening. He got between her legs and remembered to guide himself into her hot, wet pussy. It was glorious. Even with the rubber on. It was glorious. Tight but not as tight as Keatrius's ass, about like Jerry's, the Scoutmaster he had fucked over in the spring and summer. Only his second time with a dick in a pussy and it was glorious. He pulled back and tried to fuck her gently, easy, trying to milk it and make it last but he was too horned up. He couldn't help it. He wanted to own that pussy, dominate it and her, fuck it hard. He pushed her legs up and back so that he could fuck it harder still, like a piston engine. She grunted and he was so lost in the haze of lust to know that it was too fast and too much for her and she wanted him to slow down but he couldn;t. It only took 2 or 3 minutes before he unloaded into the rubber. In the lazy, hazy cuddling after sex, which Patrick endured, he talked her into another go. This time it was slower and she liked it better. Michelle was bening a bitch about the Christmas spirit. Patrick didn't give a shit. He used to be excited about Christmas, when he was a little kid, only to be disappointed. They never had any fucking money and he used to think that Santa didn't like him becuase he wasn;t a good boy before learning that Santa was just a fucking lie like everything else. And they could fuck that church shit. The few times he had ever went it was boring and there wasn't anything about it that was remotely appealing to him. But Michelle decorated and demanded that they get in the Christmas spirit. Jessie basically told her to fuck off and went about her business, which meant getting high and getting laid. Patrick pinched a little bit of her pot and got high himself. He decided he liked high. High was cool. Drunk was too. Monday was a brisk morning, about 40 degrees, a bit cloudy but it warmed up and in mid morning, Patrick went jogging in the park. He was nearly 3 miles in, sweaty and breathing hard when he saw this bitch that DiSara hated called Tamika walking her dog. DiSara called her a hateful bitch but Patrick could see that she was fine. Heavy on top and a nice big ass, long black hair, her skin like ebony. He stopped when he passed her by. "Your girlfiend gone?" "Yeah, Ocala or somewhere. All alone for Christmas" She was staring at his crotch. If you are wearing sweats, everyone can see your dick. "So what are you going to do about it?" "Let you rape me" Patrick said It was easier back at his house. He could do what he wanted easier. He didn't mind getting caught by his mom. She wouldn't do anything. He'd never been a good boy. Always in trouble. She was used to it and now that puberty had hit she knew what kind of trouble he was up to. Deep down, the boy knew that she wanted him to be a stud, to be a swordsman, to wield his cock as a tool, as a weapon. She didn't want her son virginal and nice. Not really. They kissed and were naked in nothing flat. Her tits were big and she had a big fat booty. He went for the tits. She went for his cock. She'd been around. Fucking other girl's boyfriends mainly. She was that kind of chick. He didn't care. He was getting his freak on. That was all that mattered to him. He pushed her onto the bed and got between her legs and ate her pussy. He was surprised that what turned DiSara on didn't do the same for her. But he found out what did quickly enough. Soon he had her moaning and writhing too. "Gimme some of that white boy dick" she said. The white kid in a mostly black school, lean and skinny but Patrick had a sense that being different was sexy. He could play it for what it was worth to get what he wanted. She told him that he had as big a dick as the big black cocks she'd had before. He felt pretty good about that. Then she took it down, all the way. She was a million times better at sucking dick than DiSara or even Keatrius, more experienced. But then she was a 8th grader. He just leaned back and let her take him down. It felt amazing, light and thrilling, warm and wet. She bobbed up and down on it and he put his hands on her head and forced her down on it again. She gagged but went back for more. She sucked it. He fucked her doggy style. With a rubber. More in control this time than a couple of days agao. He put that thick, hard cock into her hot wet hole, one slidie in slick as shit. Then he fucked her slowly. Slapping her fat booty, he hung on to her hips and pushed his teen cock up and in her, in and out. Slowly then faster, just a little. She was hot. She wanted it. She pushed back on his dick, trying to drive him in. He fucked her harder. Harder and faster. Then harder still. He loved it. He loved how fucking made him feel masculaine and dominant. He was on top of the world fucking. He drove it in, knowing what would happen. A last stroke and he unloaded. He knew it would get back to DiSara. That's why she did it. To lord over the other chick how she took her boyfriend and could have him again if she wanted. He knoew he would pay for that fuck but he didn't care. Consequences aren't his strong suit. Michelle made them do Christmas. They exchanged gfts and Patrick didn't get mch, mostly clothes, whcih was cool becuase he was growing and forever needed new clothes and what they gave him were actually pretty cool. His gifts were shiit. He didn't have any money really and they were shit. By the time his Mom went to work, Michelle had all ready had 3 glasse of wine. By 8, she was drunk and passed out. So, Patrick drank some of her Jack Daniels and was contemplating going and jacking off when the door bell rang. When he opened it, it was a girl named Kendra, a friend of Jessie's. He told her she wasn't there. "Oh, yeah. You're Patrrcck, right?" she said. "Jessie's little brother? Patrick, right? The kid with the big dick" "Yeah, I guess" She laughed. "You know where she's at?" Patrick shrugged. "If I tell you, will you take me with you?" "She's at Jackson's" Jackson was her current boyfriend. "You here by yourself?" "My mom's girlfriend but she's passed out drunk" "She got any alcohol?" "Jack and Crown" Patrick said. As it turned out, there was more than that. Dark and white rum, some tequila and vodka and a bottle of 151. Kendra grabbed the tequila. "Shots?: she said, taking a draw on the bottle and handing it to him. Patrick took ti and drank a slug. It was acrid and burned but he showed nothing. He wanted her to know he was cool. Then they each took a second slug. His throat was acrid and burning. "Where's your room? I heard a rumor about you" Patrick nodded toward the back and took her there , his room messy, drity clothes around and stuff strewn. "What I heard was that you've got a big dick. Let's see" He shrugged. "Sure" he said as he undid his pants and pulled down his underwear. She nodded, unumpressed. "Well, get it hard" "Help me out" She got on her knees and opened up, taking his soft member in hser motuh, sucking and tongueing it. It didn;t take much for him to tet hard, the sucking a bit of fantasy about tearing her clothes off and getting after her full tits, eating her pussy. Pounding her pussy. "It's big but it's not like huge or anything. Not like big black cock. But it's a pretty dick" she said, stroking it. "You ever make it with Jessie. She's a evil slut. That would be so hot" "No" he said "She's my siister" "That's what would make it hot, dummy. You are bi, right?" He hesitated. "Yeah, I guess" "So is Jackson. It would be too hot. Jackson fucks you while you fuck Jessie. She can eat my pussy while you do it. That would be hot as hell" Patrick looked at her. "I can eat your pussy" "Not like a girl can" "Betcha" he said. She laughed but gave him what he wanted. Panties off and on his bed, legs spread. He dived after that pussy. The boy was nothing if not enthusiastic. He buried his face in her cootch. He worked the folds of skin and her camel toe mounds and worked his tongue into her slit and hole. He sucked and licked and she reached down to twiddle her clit. That's when he thought it safe and leaned up and gave her button a little kiss before working her hole again. She was wet and moaning as he did it and breathing hard. He went back for the clit and gave it a little sucka and a flick of her tongue. Her whole body shivered. He had to sroke himself. He was hard and horny. If eating pussy was what it was, Patrick would happily eat her pussy all night long. Lap up her pussy juice. She moaned and swuirmed and moved and lifted her hops as he pleasured her. She grunted and graaned. He went after her snatch with a vengeance. "You can fuck me" she whispered. He rolled a condom on his stiff dick and got between her legs and pushed it into her pussy as she rubbed hier clit. He pushed it all the way in, his body against hers. He sensed her heat. He could feel her lust.. She wasn't going to take a slow sensual screw. She needed to be fucked. He grabbed her tits and banged her box. Just fucked it hard. Pounded her. She screamed. He fucked her harder for it. It was vicious. Tearing up her hole. Savage. But she wanted ti. She put her hand down thene to rub her clit as he pounded her hole but Patrick jerked it away and reached down instead, tapping her love button with his hand. She screamed again and pushed his hand aside, needing to touch herself. Her wetness, sticky, was all over him and she was whimpering loudly as he fucked her. He felt nothing for her. Not love, not nothing. He just wanted to get off and having her under him getting off herself made him feel masculine and powerful, his dick as a pleasure weapon. And so he fucked her, squeezing her tits as he did. He knew he could fuck her 10 different ways but he kept on pounding her. She was reduced to doing nothing but whimpering loudly, incapable of speech and he was close. One final savage stroke and he unloaded in the condom. As she dressed, she said that she thought it would be hot if there were a foursome -- Jessie, her, Jackson and Patrick -- and it would be hot if he fucked Jessie. Patrick masturbated to that, him fucking his sister, after she left. It made him so hard.