Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2020 11:24:41 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Boy Slut 8 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 in the spring and summer 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) EIGHT 14-14 1/2 years old (5'7" 125 lbs) Sexual Partners to date: 6 females 4 males Total Sexual Encounters: 122 Patrick's mother wanted to talk about her girlfriend Michelle having sex with the teenage boy when she was drunk. "She knows it was wrong, Paddy. That she forced herself on you. That she was drunk. It won't happen again." "Okay" Patrick said. He was indifferent. It was just fucking. "You know it was wrong though, Paddy, right?" he shrugged. "Paddy I know you think you're all grown up but you are still just a little boy." He shrugged again. She was being stupid. Michelle was going to get drunk again eventually and want dick. He had a dick. And he had no morals. She wanted to fuck, he'd fuck. And his mom was being stupid if she thought differently. A friend of Michelle's rented the side of the duplex.. A guy named Jack. He was a grown up man, as old as Michelle, in his 30's. But he was hot as hell to Patrick. His hair was bleached white and shaved tight on the sides. He was olive skinned and and had black eyes, broad shoulders and his tight T shirt showed off everything. They helped him move in and Patrick was excited, being helpful and energetic. He volunteered for the heavy manly jobs even if he really wasn't quite capable of it. After everything was in, he helped Jack set up his home gymn in the back room on the opposite wall from his bedroom. "So pretty cool to be the bachelor in his pad by yourself, hih?" Jack said "Come and go and nobody wiser?" Patrick smiled and looked down, bashful. "Yeah" "Don't worry, brother. I won't tell" Jack said, punching him playfully on the arm. "If you want, we can work out some" "Cool!" Patrick said. He was self conscious about being scrawny ` And Jack was true to his word. He helped Patrick work out, with the Nautilus and with the free weights he had. Jack worked out shirtless, broad shoulders and big pecs and a 6 pack. Patrick kep his shirt on, ashamed. Jack teased him gently, reminding him it was just them two guys there. After a few times, Jack shared a blunt with him. After that, Patrick worked out that Jack mostly made his money selling pot and club drugs. but his day job was working at an adult bookstore. It was also pretty clear soon after that Jessie was selling to her friends for him. For reasons, Patrick couldn't explain he was jealous thinking about maybe Jack and Jessie getting it on. About 3 weeks after Jack moved in, Patrick was fucking K'Lana and she was loud as she orgasmed. Shook the whole house. After they were done and K'lana left, Patrick went over to Jack's apartment. He waas in the kitchen. "Goddamn, little brother. That bitch was loud!" Jack said. "Yeah" Patrick said, looking down embarassed Jack laughed. "Good for you, brother. What's the point of having a dick if you're not going to use it. right?" "Yeah" Patrick grinned "You here to work out?" Patrick nodded. "We're going to make you muscle god yet, kid" Patrick had to say that he liked working out, weight lifting and stuff and thought he could see a difference in his body, less scrawny and more muscular. He felt stronger, more masculine. He liked it. And Jack turned him on but he waas too shy to admit it. He liked the bumps and grooves and clean lines of his body. Once or twice, Jack caught him staring and Patrick quichly looked away. After an hour, they were done. "Dude, pussy juice nnd sweat. You stink. You need a shower. You can use mine" Jack said. Patrick went into the bathroom before realizing that he didn't have any clean clothes. He excused himself to go get some and Jack caught him by the arm. "You're not going to need clothes for what comes next little brother. You are definitely not going to need clothes. We are going to shower and then we are going to fuck and, after that, you can go back over there. It ain't like those bitches haven't seen what you got, more or less. Michelle rode you, right?" "Yeah. She did" "And you want to fuck, right?" "Yeah" "What, an hour after you fucked that chcik, you want to fuck again? This time a guy>?" Patrick had to look up a little at him. "I always want to fuck. I jack off 4 times a day" Jack ginned. "This is going to be fun" Suddenly Patrick didn't mind being naked with him. Knowing that Jack desired him. And he desired Jack, as perfect a man physically as he had seen, the best since Joe. Lean, hard, muscled, all man. Patrick was hard and horny and Jack pressed against him as the hot water flowed over them only made him hornier. Jack touchd his dick and Patrick thought he would explode. He turned and kissed the man. "I'm going to fuck you" Jack said. :"You ever been fucked?" "No" Patrick answered With sneer, Jack said "Today is the day" Jack did suck him some, taking him all the way down and it felt amazing. He had an experienced mouth and knew how to work a dick but they weren't there for sukcing or kissing but for fucking. He rolled a condom on and smeared lube on it. He eased his cock into Patrick's virgiin hole but the kid didn't complain. His face showed discomfort but he didn't fight and call out or tell him to stop. Jack pushed it all the way in. "Hurt?" "No," Patrick siad. "Feels good" Jack smiled. "You've been being naughtly and playing with your ass. What do you do?" "I have a dildo. Stole it from my mom" "A lesbian. She might need it" Patrick shrugged. "She ain't that much of a lesbo. She's a slut. She can get the real thing" "Just like you can" Patrick smiled. "I want you to fuck me. Be nice" It was slow and gentle, steady and Patrck pulled on his dick as Jack did it. A live dick felt better than a dildo. He stroked it and closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of it. Jack did him spoon and held Patrick close and the feel his hard mucular body agatinst the boy's scrawny back made it even more sensual and good. Jack picked up the pace as Patrick moaned. The man reached around and pulled on the boy's cock as he violated his ass. Patrick just moaned and leaned back against the bigger and stronger man. allowing himself to be dominated. Every bit of the sensation felt right to Patrick. He wanted it. Everything down there felt alive. His ass, his cock, bis balls, Jack's unit pressing on his prostate. It was bliss. The best. He loved fucking. He needed to fuck and fuck a lot, pounding pussy, pounding ass but this was dfferent and, in a way, better. Being pleasured. Being passive. Hie could feel Jack's sweat, his hot breath on his neck. Every senstaion, every sound, every sight was highlighted and mangnified. IT was amazing. Then, it was almost to much. Jack touching im. He had to move his hand off of his dick for fear of cumming. By now, he wasn't moving gentrly in Patrick's ass anymore. It was more urgent, more prssing, harder,, faster. And as hard as Jack gave it, Patrick wanted it harder. They were both grunting and groaing, no longer capable of speecjh. Jack put hsi hand back on Patrick's hard, straining dicka nd the boy didn't stop him. He was lost in ecstasy. "Uhhh" he grunted as he came, shooting is load on Jack's bed Jack was close too but not there yet and he pounded him and Patrick was suproised that he still felt horny and pleasured even after cumming. Usually when he came he was done but now he wasn't and it was bonue bit of pleasure. He could almost not bear it, it felt so good. Then Jack stabbed him and Patrick felt his dick twitch as Jack unloaded into the condom. "You made a mess" Jack said, looking over his neck. "Yeah, sorry" Jack kissed him. "I don't care. It's hot." Jack made him an offer to make some money. Selling pot. Basically, selling 3 quarters pays for the 4th. But selling dime bags made more. It was more work because he had to sell to more people but he could make back more hhan half the cost of the whole oz for each quarter, even being generous with the dimes. The first ounce was no money up front. Patrick was a natural as a drug dealer. Pretty quickly, he had a bunch of new friends and people coming by.. There was a new guy that we hung around with, a kid that was too old for the 8th grade too that was half white and half Dominican named Carlos. It was a Friday around the end of school when Carlos suggested taking a dime and hanging out with this girl named Teresita. Patrick protested that he was going out with K'Lana. "She don't need to know shit" Carlos said. "We get her high and we fuck her. She ain't gonna brag she took a train. That she spread her legs for a couple of joints, dude. But she will and we;ll get our dicks wet and, fuck, man. Who has to fuccking know? You know you want to" They got her high sitting on the monkey bars. It was good pot, lots of body buzz, and she was feeling it.Patrick had lifted some Jack Daniels from his mom to go with it and they weren't feeling any pain as it ticked on past 11 o'clock. There was a secluded picneic table and that's where they did the deed. It had been Carlos's idea but Patrick was the aggressor. He rubbed his hands up her side, under her shirt, going for the tits., kissing her. The Dominican boy was slower to get started but when Patrick told him to whip out his cock so she could suck it, he did. As she did, he pulled off her shorts and panites and buried his face in her muff. Michelle had made a couple of visits since and he had picked up pussy eating tups from an exprert. With Jack helping his with pole smoking, Patrick was beginning to be proud of his mad oral skills. He told Carlos to strip off. The bitch was naked mostly and Patrick was too. But he wanted to see the half black bous lean body in all it's glory. He thought Carlos better looking that Teresita even though he was more than happy to fuck the girl. Patrick fished around and found the condoms in the pockets of his shorts and rolled one on his striff dick. Pushing her legs apart, he pushed it in her. She was tight but not that tightt. She'd been fucked before. That kind of disappointed him. Patrick wanted to take her cherry. But he pushed it in and fucked her anyway. Long, slow stroked. He rubbed around her clit as he fucked her, just some gentle, light touching. A warm up. When it was hot, it would be more. She moaned loudly as he did her. He wanted her to shut the fuck up. Not attracted attention. She moaned again. Patrick was fucking her hard. She was grunting when he put his hand over her mouth. Carlos was to the side, watching and jacking but looking embarrassed. "Come here:" Patrick said Carlos came over and Patrick grabbed his stiff uncut cock and took it in his mouth. Took him down even as he fucked the chick. It was weird having a uncut dick, Patrick thought, but he pulled the foreskin taut and nibbled on it. Then he bobbed back and forth as he drove his own cick into her hot pussy. The smell of her excitement was around her and she was moaning. But with a dick in his mouth and hot snatch, it was too much. He drove himself in her and unloaded in the condom. Pulling out of her, Patrick rolled it off and flung it away. "Your turn" he told Carlos, fishing out a condom for him. The sight of Carlos, lean and sinewy and brown all over, fucking her was a turn on. He was a beauty, sexy as shit, more than the chick even though Patrick knew he wouldn't kick the chick out of bed or anything. But Carlos? Fuck. It was so fucking hot watching him do his biusiness and that he was shy doing it even though Patrick had all ready sucked his dick once. Then he came and Patrick knew the chick wasn't done. She had been close to cumming but hadn't. "You want some more?" he asked, rolling another rubber on his now hardened dick "Yeah" she said in a whimper. With that, he pushed into her all ready wet trim, sliding his big dick in with one savage stroke. He fucked her hard. She didn't want nice and gentle, not at that point. She needed to have the orgasm but Patrick could hold out, having just cum, and make her orgasm again, maybe. And when the crying left off, he was nowhere close, so he pounded her harder and harder. Patrick knew he intended to come again no matter what and her pussy was the vehicle of his pleasure. Soon, Carlos had revovered his erection and wanted his dick tended too so he got up close so Patrick could suck him off again. He has happy to do it. It was a beautiful full cock and the foreskin fascinated him. He felt her when she came the second time and he kept on going until he finally unloaded. Carlos got his second nut in her pussy rather than Patrick's mouth. It was way late when they dressed and headed back. "If I had cum, would you have swallowed it?" Carlos asked "Sure" "Sick" he said, smiling and punched Patrick in the arm."I'm straight" Patrick shrugged. "Whatever" "But you can blow me again, if you want" the boy said. That's when the cop's flashlight trained on them.