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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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