Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2019 09:36:50 -0800
From: Ritch M <dcrichpup@gmail.com>
Subject: Rich Boy Slut Chapter 4

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Dante woke from his nap feeing refreshed. Warmth at his side caused him to
look down. Blond hair and a deceptively innocent face were buried in his
armpit. The boy inhaled deep as he continued to slumber. An arm and small
hand resting on his muscular chest. The contrast between the two, both in
size and color made his dick jump. The memories of their fun and the ideas
of what was still to cum brought a smile to his face as this cock
thickened. His stomach growled causing movement from the boy. He wasn't
sure what time it was, but figured Cesar would need to go out soon and they
could all use some food. He petted the boy and was met by emerald green
eyes looking up at him.

"Good morning, Sir. Or whatever part of the day it is."

"Come on, boy. Time to get up. You're Sir needs food."

That seemed to get the boy jumping. "Yes, Sir. I'll make something for Sir
now. I have plenty to eat upstairs." Sniffing himself he looked to the big
man. "Maybe I should shower first."

"And I need to take a wicked piss."

"Would you piss on me, Sir?"

"You think I was gonna piss anywhere else? Get your sweet ass in the
shower, bitch. Now!"

The boy practically leaped over him in a mad dash to the bathroom where he
waited on his knees in the roomy shower. Dante sighed in relief as his
stream began to flow. The boy ducked his head through the hot piss before
wrapping his lips around the shaft drinking down all he could.

A short time later the boy retrieved his phone and guided the two police
officers up into his house. It was someplace he rarely brought strangers,
but it seemed appropriate. As he went to the kitchen, the cop settled back
on the couch, flipping on the TV to see what game might be playing. An open
book on the coffee table caught his attention. Picking it up he was
surprised to see handwriting on the pages. Intrigued, he turned to the
first page and began reading.

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My name is Ritch and I'm a slut. There, I said it. I own it. I live it. And
to be honest I admit I love being a slut, but most people who know me
already figured that out. There are a lot of other guys who love that I'm
such a slut too. I wasn't always like this. Well, maybe I was and just
didn't realize it.

I guess you could say I was your typical all American kid growing up. I
played sports from an early age, had lots of friends, and came from a well
off family. The girls that chased after me at school constantly told me how
cute I was. I was a short for my age compared to all my friends being under
four foot six inches and eighty-five to ninty pounds if I was lucky around
the time this all started. Still I had a good build from playing baseball,
running track, wrestling, and swimming. I didn't even break five foot tall
until my third year in high school. From the time I realized I like guys
instead of girls I've been doing anything I could to suck them off and
swallow down those tasty loads of cum. I eventually began to offer up my
ass to be fucked, but I'm getting a little ahead of myself here.

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Dante laughed at the opening of the boy's journal. So the bitch had a name,
not that he planned on using anything beyond boy, slut, or bitch. He
briefly felt guilty for not putting the book down, but it seemed like a
good way to get to know the boy he'd just met. He turned the page and kept
reading. He knew he would have questions later for the slut.

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I jokingly blame my best friend at the time, Mark, for turning me into a
slut. It all started with a dare from him. I still thank him to this day
for opening that door to me. I spent the night at his house. It was
something we did often being best friends. We were both twelve and talked
late into the night while sharing his queen size bed.

"Bro, it's so cool. I finally came. You know, the white stuff they talked
about in Sex Ed came out of my dick." He was so excited to fill me in on
this milestone in a boy's life.

"About damn time. I've been doing it for two months."

"Fuck you." His voice grew extra quiet. "It feels so much better jerking
off now." He pushed the blanket down and groped himself.

"I know what you mean. I gotta do it every day."

"My parents were here when I got home from school and kept me busy with
chores until you got here. I didn't have a chance today." Mark pushed his
underwear down showing me his smallish dick. "I dare you to put it in your
mouth."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it's a dare. Unless you're too chicken."

"And what do I get out of the dare if I do?"

"I'll think of something later."

"So I get nothing." Oh how wrong that statement was.

"I'll put yours in my mouth after."

I watched him for a moment and rolled over in bed putting my face next to
his hard dick. He later told me he didn't think I'd actually do it, but I
did. I leaned in and tentatively took the head into my mouth. I closed my
lips around it and some natural instinct told me to cover my teeth. It felt
kind of good and the taste was okay so I didn't pull away. My tongue
started moving around it which earned me a moan from Mark.

"Oh god. That feels incredible."

I explored the flavor and texture and decided I liked it. My tongue was
swirling around the head more and I felt his hand rest on my head.

"Dude, move your head like they do in porn."

Slowly moving down his dick I began giving my first blowjob. He moaned and
pushed down hitting the opening of my throat.

I had to pull off because I was coughing so bad. "Don't do that again." I
glared at him.

"I'm sorry. I won't. Just please don't stop."

I went back to bobbing my head on his dick. He tried to control himself but
in only a couple minutes he tried pushing me down again, using my mouth to
jerk himself off with. I didn't know the signs to read and the bastard
didn't warn me what was about to happen. With a moan he pushed down and I
felt a small throb in the shaft. There was a different taste in my mouth
that I enjoyed. With a final sigh he relaxed.

"That was the best thing ever."

"Did you just cum in my mouth?"

"Umm... I couldn't help it. I'm sorry. I know that probably tasted really
bad, but I couldn't stop."

"Honestly? There wasn't much to it, but something tasted good." I rolled
onto my back with my own dick still hard. "I'd be down for doing that
again. But now it's your turn."

His snoring made me glare and left me with a hard dick to take care of
myself. I don't know it he was faking it or really asleep, but his
breathing didn't change when I moved up next to his head and jerked off on
his face. There were a few drops I could see in the dim light and I might
have gotten one or two in his slightly opened mouth. I'd enjoyed myself so
I wasn't really that mad at him, but it would have been nice to feel the
same thing he got to.

The next morning he was a little awkward. "I'm sorry about last night."

"It's cool."

"I left you hanging and I said I'd do the same."

"Tell you what. Let me suck your dick again and we'll call it even."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Besides, I jerked off on your face last night."

"Asshole."

He rushed to lock his bedroom door and had his shorts down in record
time. It was soon a daily activity for us with me on my knees sucking him
off. Kind of funny that he never once tried to fulfill his end of the
original dare. We're still friends to this day and I still drain his balls
on a regular basis. Thankfully his loads are much larger now, along with
his cock that was made to fill my throat.

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Dante could just imagine the boy getting his first taste of another guy's
meat and immediately turning into a ravenous cock slut. He sure fit that
bill now. He could hear things rattling in the kitchen as the boy dutifully
prepared food for him. He figured maybe another page or two and he'd put it
down.

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From blowing my buddy Mark, it expanded to me sucking one of our other
friends that was on our baseball and wrestling. He showed up unexpectedly
at Mark's house and found us behind the garage. I was on my knees sucking
away as Mark leaned lazily against the wall. Our friend, Jack, stood
silently watching without either of us noticing until after I swallowed the
load I was currently working for.

Jack cleared his throat making us both jump at being caught. He had a
devilish smile on his face and casually stated, "I'm next." He walked over
to where I was still kneeling while pulling his zipper down and fishing out
his already hard cock. It was a bigger and while Mark's was kind of narrow
from tip to base, Jack's had a big mushroom head. I opened up and he slid
it in. Pretty sure he hadn't showered that morning but his scent along with
the flavor of his cock turned me on. He was talking to Mark as I bobbed my
head up and down the shaft. "Damn, he's good. He swallowed your load?"
When Mark nodded, Jack popped me on the back of the head. "Why the hell
didn't you guys let me in on this. You could've been sucking my cock too."
He put both hands on the back of my head and shoved his hips
forward. "You're definitely going to be doing this more. Why should I jerk
off when this feels 100 times better?" It was only a few minutes before he
tensed and I tasted his cum. It was sweet with just a hint of bitter. "Damn
that felt good. Give me a few minutes and you can do that again." It wasn't
a request.

"You could of warned me you were gonna cum."

"Why? You swallowed his. Not like I was gonna pull out anyways." He leered
down at me. "You'll be eating my cum every time you blow me."

"I can live with that."

"Never figured you for a fag, but you're still me bud."

"You call me a fag anytime your cock isn't in my mouth and you won't get
another blowjob."

"Deal."

I now had two guys to blow every day and I couldn't have been happier.

Jack apparently wasn't the best at keeping things secret and after a month
of blowing him I was surprised when other baseball players came up to me
privately to ask if it was true. I'd play dumb and ask what they were
talking about. If they didn't push any further, nothing happened, but a few
did finish their question. "Dude, are you really blowing Jack and
swallowing his load?"

"Yeah, it's true. You got a problem with it?"

"Naw, I was just thinking that maybe..." It was one of my black teammates
this was the first time I'd seen him unsure of himself. "I don't
know... Umm, would you?"

"If you have a question to ask, you have to come out and say it or this
conversation's over. If you tell anyone I'll just say you tried to blow
me."

"Umm, would you be up for blowing me too?"

"Definitely, you've gotta have the biggest dick on the team from what it
looks like in the showers. Meet me after school."

We went to my place and I had to take the lead to get his dick out. Not
really much of a challenge beyond pulling his shorts and underwear down. I
dropped to my knees and stared at the dark meat as I leaned in and ran my
tongue over the tip. He stood frozen as I wrapped my lips around it and
started the blowjob. He grew in length and thickness. I tentatively felt a
hand on my head. Pressing down I took him as deep as I could without
choking. He hit the back of my throat and it felt good. I was determined to
take him all. When I finally managed to deepthroat him, it sent him over
the edge and his hands gripped my head as he unloaded. I was able to push
back enough to taste his sweet cream and savored it. I nursed on his cock
until he pulled away saying it was sensitive.

"Fuck, dude. You actually did it."

"I told you I would."

"Yeah, but you did it."

"And I'll keep doing it anytime you want."

"Damn right you will. White boy looks good on his knees taking a black
cock." He broke out laughing.

I simply licked the last of his cum from my lips. There was something
different about his cock compared to Mark or Jack. Whatever it was, I
wanted more.

Eventually the guys from the team I was blowing would get together for
sleepovers sometimes. We had been friends for years so it was nothing
unusual for us. I'd end up giving blowjobs to them all during the night,
sometimes more than once. If a new guy was initiated into the group, it was
explained they had better not say another after they left. Fortunately no
one made a big deal about it, probably because they didn't want to lose out
on the only real sex they were getting. Regardless of the locker room
boasting that would go on about who was getting lucky with which girl, I
mean it was middle school, none of the girls actually put out. Well, at
least none I knew of. I on the other hand happily sucked off any of my
teammates that offered their cock to me and greedily swallowed their
load. In return, they always watched my back.

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A tray of food was carried out of the kitchen. The boy froze when he saw
the policemen holding his journal. He wasn't embarrassed by anything in it
and had shot countless loads remembering things he had done. The smile from
the big man put him at ease as he placed the tray on the coffee table. "I
hope this is satisfactory, Sir." He set a bowl of water on the floor for
Cesar then knelt at Dante's feet, resting his head on the muscular leg like
a good puppy.

"Looks and smells good, boy." He set the book down and rubbed the boy's
head. "Is the stuff in here really you, boy?" The head nodded under his
hand. He grabbed a plate and saw the slut didn't move. "Help yourself,
boy." He could repress the smile at seeing this bitch wait until given
permission to eat the food he'd made, in his own house. After what little
he'd read about the boy, the possibilities seemed endless.

***To Be Contunued***

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