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Subject: My Boy the Slut part 4 MY BOY THE SLUT by Jesse Penfield Gibson DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. It is set during a recent Pride in Key West. The locations are real but the people and situations are not. Any similarity is coincidental Feedback is welcome. Love it or hate it, let me know ail Please consider donating to Nifty. Your help is needed. FOUR Sam was 11 when we stopped pretending he lived with his mom. He spent every night with me. His clothes were there and I made him meals and got him up for school and spent time with him. He was energetic, full of fun and laughter, forever seeking adventure and trouble. A real handful but every night he was in my bed next to me. She was high when she came over. She demanded to know if I was fucking him. I denied it. “Don’t matter” she said. “He’s a fucking fag anyway. A pole smoker. He’s just gonna end up selling his ass anyway” It pissed me off and I said so. We quarreled and she left. A few weeks later, her and her boyfriend split in the middle of the night, leaving Sam behind. I know every drug addict in town. Every fucking one. It took no time at all to track her down. She made it clear she didn’t give a fuck what happened to Sam. I moved to a different place, still in Drew Park but closer to the airport with different neighbors. We presented ourselves as father and son and nobody asked any questions. About a month later, his mother was dead. It was grisly, her boyfriend and his friends killed her in the most sadistic way possible. She was a bitch but she didn’t deserve that. At the time, I didn’t tell Sam but then I thought he deserved to know. He was sad, grieving. She was a bitch as I say but she was his mother. With tears in his eyes, he asked if I would love him forever and ever. “You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay here with me forever and ever.” As it happened, no one actually questioned us as father and son. The school didn’t. When he broke his arm, the hospital didn’t. It was easy. And we went on with our life. It was before his 12th birthday when he grew his first hair down there. His balls had dropped so it was only a matter of time. He, by then, was all ready beginning to be plagued by horniness and need. Always before, our naked game or playing in the tub was a just a fun game for him, one that he enjoyed but didn’t have to have. One of many fun things he sought out, even though he did orgasm, a dry orgasm of course, every time and usually more than once. That night, he was being sly, not wanting to take his underwear off. “We can’t play the naked game if you’re not naked” I said, running my hand up inside the leg hole He took my hand out and planted it over his crotch, the hardness of his dick evident. “Rub it there” “And if I want to suck it?” “I have a headache” he said, giggling I licked the cotton at the head of the tip of his dick. He moaned. “You don’t” I said He sighed theatrically. “Okay Eddie if you have to” Then he pulled them off and I saw them: two hairs poking out, barely, like two tiny light colored darts. “Oh, wow, Sam! You’re getting pubes. That’s too cool. You’re going to be a man in no time” He was beaming, proud of his physical maturation. I sucked him and he came, still not old enough to ejaculate but the most intense dry orgasms imaginable. He came again as he rubbed himself, blowing me. He swallowed my spunk and smacked his lips. “You gonna swallow when I can shoot?” Sam asked. “Buddy, when you shoot I’ll lick up every last drop” And, of course, I have. Cameron slept over, all three of us crowded in a bed. Sam was up and going at the crack of dawn and I got up more slowly. We had a boat to catch and Cameron had work but promised to catch up with us later to party, so we exchanged phone numbers. I went and worked out too and then Sam and I went to breakfast at a kind of basic place, Harpoon Harry’s, that fronted the marina across a parking lot. It was basic breakfast fare but good and plenty of it. Sam was on his phone, not talking much which was unsusual for him. When we were done, we crossed over Caroline street, down to the water. It was a large pier, past a historical exhibit for the turtle industry now long gone and the boat slips and a small building that appeared to be like a visitor’s center area for Fort Jefferson, out in the Gulf on the Dry Tortugas. But we were bound for the Blu Q, the gay clothing optional sailing excursion on a catamaran. The rainbow flag ataköy escort flew on the top of the mast, directing ua to where we needed to be. We moved along that side of the dock, the building to the right and not enough room for two people to walk side by side. There was a catamaran ahead of ours. our boat was wide and flat, white with a blue canopy covered the aft half, which was sunken down and four rows of fiberglass benches and 8 tables. The tiller was there. The bow half, forward of the mast, was a lattice work of the thick webbing. An older man and a younger guy were busying themself on the boat and directed us to the back of the building. There was a couple, middle aged but not bad looking, fit enough I thought sitting on the bench. I introduced myself and Sam. The fairer of the two was English and the darker Spanish. We chatted for a few minutes before a thin redhaired man and a stouter black man came. Then came an older guy in an FSU shirt. Then another couple came up, both a bit overweight. The older man came down and introduced himself as our captain. We had forms to sign and Sam had to show ID. We deposited our shoes and climbed on board. The first mate, who looked barely older than Sam, was introduced as PJ. He offered drinks and we took water. It was still morning but hot as hell in the tropics and a long day ahead of us. PJ undid the lines and the Captain revved the deisels for us to pull away. We motored through the harbor and around the artificial island of Sunset Key as the Captain talked to us and PJ scurried around doing various chores. The water was sky blue and emerald green and flat as glass as we powered through to the reef. PJ, dressed in shorts and T, unfurled the main on the Captains command and then hoisted the genoa. The boy was slender, not beefy and burly, but he did the tasks well. As we sailed under the power of the wind, PJ went below inside one of the catamaran pontoons and emerged in a full length wet suit, powder blue and snug. Whether intentional or not, it showed off his body and the crotch was clearly outlined and his firm pert ass showcased. Sam made friends with him quickly. Although the boy went about his business and was nothing but attentive to the guests, he clearly basked in Sam’s attention. “PJ grew up here” Sam said. “He’s a conch” “Really? But you’ve left the island, though?” I said ‘I’ve been to Miami” he answered. I smiled and he looked sheepish. Somone else wanted some sangria and PJ took care of it before I could quiz him further. He was good looking and Sam was clearly interested. He’s a predator and PJ was now the prey. I suspected he wouldn’t get away. We had a bit more snippets with him, learning that he was 19 and studying for a Coast Guard license as a ship’s master. He had to have so many hours practical experience. He would, when he was not busy, sit and try soak up the wisdom from the Captain but he was clearly distracted by Sam. We tied up to a buoy and got the lecture about snorkeling and how to get off the boat. The ladder amidship in the front was lowered. The plan was to snorkel over a shipwreck on the reef, which turned out to be a fairly small ship and in about 6 feet of water. There were no other boats around so we were able to swim naked. Sam, of course, was not shy about stripping off while we had been underway and that really had distracted PJ. The other men couldn’t help but look too. I followed suit and got appreciative stares as well. There were a few comments about the tattoos, especially the tribal band on my dick. Yes, it did hurt. I was young and stupid and drunk. PJ was the guide, leading us there. At first, I stuck with him, me and Sam both, but I had enough experience to branch off on my own. The fish were great, multicolored and vibramt and I swam around happily looking at the sights. When we got back, Sam and PJ were most excited about having swum along side a nurse shark. Sam was braodly grinning. We had lunch — pulled pork and pasta salad, cole slaw — and we sipped on sangria as we salled to one of the sandbars to bob around in the water naked. I applied sunscreen on Sam’s back. I wanted him able to go and he was fair skin. “I would’ve helped you out” PJ said “He might let you do the front” I joked Sam pitched over. “Oh, yeah” PJ though was red faced about it as everyone on board, including the captain, laughed and teased both boys, and to a lesser extent me. merter escort The comments were to the effect of PJ stealing my boytoy away. I knew that wasn’t true. As PJ went into the water to set the anchor, we waited and then piled down the ladder. The water was great, all warm like bath temperature and we were all naked, skinny dipping. PJ even came out and joined us, still in his wet suit. “So how long have you and Sam been together?” he asked as Sam was over regaling one of the other passengers about the shark ‘A long time” I said. “But I’d love to see you out of that wet suit” “I’m not brave like Sam. Or you” “You’re hot as hell” He looked around and bit his lip. “You and Sam …I mean, sometimes .. It takes an hour to clean the boat when we get back but after that… Where are you staying?” “New Orleans House. 23 A. It’s on the balcony in front” “That’s over Bourbon Street, right?” I nod. “I’ll be there” I bought some liqour and mixers since PJ would be too young to drink, unless like Sam he had a fake ID. As Sam and I walked back, he got a text from Cameron wanting to know if we were going to party. Of course, the answer was yes. PJ showed up wearing the boy uniform, cargo shorts and a T. But his legs, hairy and muscular, were tanned golden brown. I really did want to see that kid naked. Soon after, Cameron showed up, also in shorts and a T but he is fair skinned. They knew each other. I was surprised at first but then realized that, for the natives, Key West is a small town. It would almost be surprising if they didn’t know each other. We got high in our room and then went and got some pizza downstairs. The three of us wandered around a bit, gently baked before Sam decided we needed to go back and party some more in our room. I made drinks and we sat out on the back patio, which is clothing optional. Sam, of course, was naked. “Man, I’ve been wanting to see you naked all day” Sam said to PJ He was being a bit shy but he had his eye on Sam “Well, maybe” I laughed as Cameron stood up and stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving on nothing but a pair of Calvin briefs and plopped down on one of the chairs. Now poor PJ had two pieces of fine meat to look at. I pulled off my shirt, and stretched out too. With that, PJ took off his shirt. He had shaggy black hair on his head and generous pit hair and a little trail up to his navel and the boy was skinny. His chest and torso were flat as a board. “I’ll bet you’re hung liike a horse” I said Sam laughed. :”you know he is. That wet suit didn’t hide anything,. Dick like that, you ought to be proud of it.” PJ actually blushed but he pulled off his shorts revealing the UnderArmour compression pants underneath. He looks half chubbed up all ready and Sam reaches over and leisurely cups his junk and gvies a good long lingering squueeze. There is nothing subtle in his technique just as there is nothing subtle about him. Cameron on the other side leans over and kisses him. Three hot boys about to go at it. It is still daylight. “So, are we going to fuck and then party or party and then fuck?” I ask “Or fuck, party and then fuck again” Sam says with a smile. “Let’s go back to the room” “Or do it here and have an audience” Sam says “Let’s go to the room” PJ says, clearly the shy one of the group. He’s horny and wants it but he doesn’t want it publicly. It’s four in a room, a small room. Three boys naked, a blond, a ginger, and brunette. And Daddy. Sam is all over PJ’s dick. And it is every bit the dick the wet stui promised. Long but not overly thick. Thick balls. Trimmed pubes. Sam swallows it down. I push Cameron to the bed and get between hsi legs to swallow his tool down. If he is disappointed that it’s not Sam he’s hiding it. He is disappointed but I can give an expert level blow job too. I massage on his taint as I go to town on his balls, sucking them down. I can hear Sam gagging as I move on to Cameron’s cock. I could taste Cameron;s precum when I heard Sam ask “You and Cam ever do it?” ‘:No” PJ said. ‘No” Cam agreed “Man” San saats “Why the fuck not? At least kiss him. You two are too hot to not hook up” Dutifully, PJ got over to kiss Cameron. Dutifully when they srated but they warmed up to it. Warmed up nicely as Sam and I went back to sucking on their respective cocks, hanging off th eedge of the bed but meeting and kissing in the middle. “Switch!: Sam called out. It was a game Now I am kneeling bahçeşehir escort in front of PJ, a hot boy. A bot boy with a big dick. I took it to the root. No gag. My nose on his pubes and I let my tongue do the work. He sighs loudly with a tortured gasp as I tongue his sensitve frenulum. Sam is going to town on Cameron cock. “Who wants to get high?” I ask, coming off of PJ’s cock, sensing that we need to dial this back or the boy’s will cum before nightfall actually occurs. “Me!” Sam says. Pot was a mistake. At first, Cameron and PJ were both more paranoid and withdrawn althought neither dressed and Sam was becoming more manic. Then, when the pot really kicked in, they all got more horny. That set off round two. And Round two consisted of me sucking all three of the boys off, which was a terrible burden indeed. Three beautiful cocks on three hot, sexy bodies of three gorgeous boys. Sucking one, stroking whatever I can get at. “Come on, big muscle daddy, can you fuck three boys at once?” Sam said “I can sure as fuck try” All three, pink tight holes staring back at me, winking, as they leaned over the bed, waiting to be violated. I slathered Gun Oil on my cock and I impaled Cameron first. Sam leaned over and kissed PJ and they stroked at each other as I fucked the red head’s hole bareback. He was tight, much closer to virginal than Sam but more experienced I fancied than PJ. His body was hard and tight too. “Mmmmm, oh yeah” Sam whopped around. “You really like getting fucked. Maybe I’ll fuck you when Eddie is done.” I drove myself into him. “Maybe I’ll just fuck you so hard you can’t walk” Sam grinned. “Okay Eddie” I pulled out of one boy and violated another. This hole is familiar. I’ve fucked it hundreds and hundreds of times. I pushed it in and banged it. Hard and fast. But I did want PJ’s hole too. I figure him for being very close to a virgin. And he was tigher than shit too. I mean tight. It seemed almost painful as I first pushed it in but he got steady quick and started flailing on his dick. It was sweet. He is a hot as fuck boy. I wanted to plunder that ass. Sam had other plans. He wanted PJ’s tight ass. He gave me pride of place but he could restrain his lust and was pushing me aside. “Fuck me” Cameron said. “I want to get fucked” “You’re smoking hot” He shrugged and looked at Sam mounting PJ and looked a little jealous I thought. “Just fuck me so hard you fuck the cum out of me” Well, that’s an invitation you can’t pass up. He got on the bed and I mounted him doggy style. All the way in. Skin on skin. It wasn’t gentle. Not a little. But I think the boy doesn’t want or need gentle. He needs, like he said, to have the cum fucked out of him. There is nothing better than an anal orgasm and Cameron needed it. So I just held on to his hips and way laid him. I could hear Sam and PJ’s bodies slapping together and looked up to see the fine sight of Sam’s firm little ass flexing as he pounded PJ. It was fucking incredible. Cameron, for his part, was bucking back wanting it deep. “You know how to fuck me” Cameron said. I do. This is my second time in this ass. Sam looked up and beamed. “Eddie knows how to fuck. Eddie is a fucker!” I almost laughed. But I didn’t stop fucking. “I can fuck him better thourh” Sam declared, pulling out of PJ. I’m going to get a go at the sweet firm ass. Cameron is young and beefy and hot as fuck but PJ is a little cutie and I am drawn to little cuties. Sam pushes me aside to impale Cameron’s waiting and willing hole and I slide over to where PJ is. When I get there, he crouches down into the doggy poisition and presents his ass for me to fuck. I push it in. He is still tight as fuck and his ass spasms around my cock. Fuck. He is almost totally a virgin. “Fuck me Daddy.” PJ says. I push it in. Hard. I wrap my arm around his lean frame and hold him tight against me and then just start pound ing on that nearly virginal ass. He moans and ccalls out, like a guttural call of an ecstatic animal. I hear the sound of Sam’s body slapping agianst Cameron’s and I pull PJ toward me, fucking him with short stabbing strokes. He reaches down and strokes himself as I fuck him, the sensation I know overwhelming for him. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, Daddy. Fuck me, hot Daddy” PJ called out. And I do. With abandon. I am lost in the sensation of my dick in his tight young little ass. I am on fire. I am alive with sex. I want his ass. I want to plunder it and he is begging me for it. So I give it to him. His response is to stroke harder and just little guttural calls escape from him,, little staccato grunts, as I slap it in. “Oh fuck” PJ calls out and I think he is dropping a load. Then I do. I can’t help it. I drove it in and unloaded, spurt after spurt.

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