Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 00:16:02 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Beginning of a Boy Slut (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual
acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
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                       Beginning of a Boy Slut
                                 By
                                Wolf

	I grew up on the eastern edge of Fresno, California.  There was
my father, mother, older sister and myself.  Dad worked hard to support
our family.  He was a manager in a retail business, so he worked long
hours.  Many a day he worked 14 and 16 hour days.  Mom worked as a
secretary for a new car business.  That was what led to the nasty divorce.
She was putting out for the boss and also fucking her trainer at the gym
where she worked out to keep her figure.

	My sister had a boyfriend and was hardly ever home.  She may
have only been 13-years old but she was dating a teenager with a car.  I
knew she was putting out too.

	I was eight years old when the divorce proceedings were started.
I was a slender boy from a country family.  I had brown hair like my
mother's.  I hated to get it cut, so most of the time hair was hanging in
my face.  I had discovered that when Mom got home from work or the
gym and she changed clothes that the discarded panties in the hamper
were wet and filled with slimy cum.  I knew that men were fucking her.
I would dig out her soiled panties and smell the crotch.  If they were
soiled with the cum of men I would suck on the crotch until all that I
could taste was the material.  As much as I hated her I still identified
with her.  I thought o myself as a girl in a boy's body.

	The day everything changed for me was when my parents were
going to San Francisco to see a divorce lawyer.  Unbeknown to me they
had told my father's buddy to keep an eye on my sister and me.  My
sister had called her boyfriend as soon as we could not hear the sound of
the car's tires on the road.  I had headed for the master bedroom and
rummaged through Mom's lingerie drawer of dresser for a sexy pair of
black thong under panties.  I also raided her closet for a pair of three inch
pumps.  I took off all of my clothes and put on the panties and pumps.  I
brushed my hair so that one eye was almost covered in a manner of a girl.
I was parading around the living room when the door opened and Robert
came in.

	Robert was one hell of a figure of a man.  He was 45-years-old,
six-foot four and one hell of a figure of a man.  He was one of the hairy
chested kind of guys that they used in shaving commercials on TV, the
kind of guy that needed to shave twice a day.  He had a strong body
from hard work.  He was the outdoors kind of guy, equally at home with
a fishing rod or a sporting rifle.  I was terrified when I saw him.

	He demanded, "YOU WILL WHAT EVER I TELL YOU TO
DO, or I will tell YOUR PARENTS that you are a fagot parading
around in your mother's undies!  Everyone will blame you for the
divorce and hate you for causing them to break up."

	I just stood there cowering and trying to cover up the bulge in the
panties with my hands.  I agreed to do whatever he wanted.

	He led me back into the master bedroom and had me open her
lingerie drawer again.  He had me take out additional lingerie.  He told
me to put on one of my Mom's wigs and put makeup on my face, eye
shadow and lipstick before he had me put on a pair of her fishnet nylons
and a black garter belt along with a matching corset.  After attaching the
straps to the nylons I put the pumps back on.  Rodger told me, "We can't
call you Jimmy dressed like that!   We have to call you Jamie!"

	Then he led me back to the living room and he sat in my father's
favorite chair and made me walk around for him.  He told me to ship my
weight from leg to leg.  That caused my hips to sway.  He was telling me,
"You are a little slut of a whore.  You want a man to make a woman out
of you, DON'T YOU?"

	I had to say, "Yes, Sir!"

	"You look just like your slutty Mother!"

	He had me bend over and show him what I was wearing by
rubbing my hands over the silky material.  He reminded me what my
parents would say and do if they knew what a little slut I was.
"Remember you have to do whatever I say!"

	He demanded that I get on my knees while he told me, "You are
a whore just like your Mom.  A slut like you and her are not happy
without a cock in your mouth!"  That was when he pulled out his
monster of a cock.  (I swear it had to be 8 by 7 inches.)  He had me take
hold of it and stroke it until it was hard enough to please him.  He took
hold of it and slapped my face with his cock before he told me open my
mouth.

	He was telling me, "All good little sluts are good at sucking
cock!"

	I tried my best to get the monster in my mouth but I gagged
when he tried to shove it all into my mouth.  He grabbed the back of my
head and started to mouth fuck me.  He would ram his cock deep into
my mouth until I would gag.  Before I knew it he was shooting loads of
cum into my mouth and making me swallow most of it.  Some leaked out
of my mouth and some even bubbled out of my nose.  When he pulled
his cock out of my mouth he pulled me to my feet and had me turn
around.

	He pulled the panties aside in back so that he had access to my
butt.  He wet his finger and started sticking it up my asshole.  He finger
fucked my ass for awhile before he stuck a second finger in.  He
continued finger fucking me for awhile before adding a third finger.  I
was sure he could not get a fourth finger in.  When he was ready he
draped me over the arm of my Dad's chair, with my face planted where
his butt had been.  I would smell the odor of his ass on the leather
cushion.  My ass was completely at his mercy.  He spanked my ass until I
could feel the heat.  He was still talking dirty to me.  He was telling me
what a sweet little boy pussy I had as he continued finger fucking me.
Eventually his cock got hard again.

	He left me draped over the arm of the chair with instructions not
to move.  Apparently he went to my parent's bathroom and retrieved a
tube of KY.  When he returned he spanked me some more, then I felt
something cold and wet dribbling on my butt hole.  He used his finger to
make sure plenty was shoved up my ass.  After a few seconds I felt a
sharp pain in my ass.  Robert took hold of my hips and shoved his cock
deep into my ass.  I thought I was going to die and I begged him to pull
it out.  He was telling me, "Every little slut whore had to get use to
taking it up the ass!"

	As he started fucking me the pain subsided and before long my
little prick was straining at the crotch of the thong panties.  It was hard
to tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.  He fucked my ass
slowly at first but as he got close to coming he started increasing the
speed until the room was filled with the sound of his naked hips slapping
against my little ass.  I was grunting like a whore too.  He was slapping
the sides of my hips and calling me a little cum bucket whore.

	He froze while he squirted his load of cum in my ass.  I don't
know how he did it but he managed to p0ick me up with his cock still in
my ass and carried me around the chair and placed me in it and turned
me over so that my little legs were resting on his shoulders.  He started
fucking me again.  When I complained about it getting sore down there
he slapped my face and spit in my face before he licked my face.  He
told me, "Shut to fuck up, you little whore and take it like the bitch you
are!"

	Even with his load of cum in my ass I was starting to hurt again.
Eventually I passed out.  I was unaware of it when he came in my ass
again.  When I came to he sat me on the floor between his legs and sat in
the chair.  This time he made me clean his cock with my mouth and
tongue.  After he put his pants back on and left I made my way to the
bathroom and drew a hot bath while I took off my mother's things.  I
had to wash out the thong while I soaked in the tub.

	When I was dry I returned her wig and lingerie to their proper
places.  The thong I had to hide until it was dry before returning them to
her clothes hamper before wash day.

	The rest f the time the divorce was going through I spent a lot of
time with Robert.  He bought me sexy lingerie to wear while at his house
and when he would take me fishing overnight in the mountains.  Of
course I was his obedient little slut.  It got so that I felt empty when his
cock was not in my ass.  That was the beginning of my becoming a slut
for any male that wanted boy pussy.



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