Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 20:38:20 -0600
From: Chris Panelli <jaxsfluffer@gmail.com>
Subject: Tales of a Young Slut

	Let me start this off by saying that I am not a good person.  I
realize this now, after a few years of reflection and attempts at making
amends.  I ruined several lives in the process of becoming who I am.  Do I
regret any of it?  Honestly, no.  I lied, cheated, broke up two marriages,
and even possibly caused a death.  Those are what make me a bad person.
But honestly, I could always blame it all on the fact that I was young and
na‹ve.  I can also say that while I made the choices I made, the other
people involved made choices of their own.  At the beginning of my story I
was 17 and too handsome for my own good.  Yes, I may be tooting my own
horn, but I would have fucked me in a heartbeat.  I had dark brown hair
that borders on black, green eyes, and had a chinstrap since I was 14.  My
skin was somewhere between an olive skin tone and tan.  I worked out often
and ran at least a mile daily, usually somewhere between three and five
miles.  I was hairy, my chest, arms, and legs had a nice layering of hair.
My dick was about 6 1/2" and I loved it more than anything, as most men do.
I was very proud of who I was and was incredibly vein.  Enough about me,
though.  It is time to get to the story.

	I moaned loudly.  Mr. Port had a mouthful of my cock and was
shoving a pink vibrator into my tight ass.  His other hand supported me
from falling.  I was on his bed with my ass hanging over the edge of it.
My legs were over his shoulders and he was working every sweet spot I had
like a professional.
	"I'm cumming!"  I cried, as two very monumental things happened.
It was the first time I came with someone other than myself.  And Mrs. Port
walked into the bedroom.  I filled Mr. Port's mouth with my hot load, which
he ended up snorting through his nose when he heard Mrs. Port scream.
	"What the FUCK are you doing?"  Mr. Port was wiping cum from his
face while I scurried backward onto the bed, grabbing at the sheets to
cover myself.  I slid the vibrator from my ass while watching the chaos
ensue.  She went after him with her purse, getting a few good hits to his
face in.  Mrs. Port chased him into the bathroom, so I took my opportunity
and ran from the room.  I didn't bother to grab any clothes, seeing as how
they were all in the bathroom.  I ran out of the back of the house and
jumped the fence in the backyard.  The Ports were my parent's neighbors,
which was pretty convenient.  I ran down the alley, covering my cock and
balls with my hands and made it to my parent's house.  Thankfully it was
after midnight and most people would be in bed, or at least relaxing in
their homes.  I climbed into my bedroom window and hid under my bed.  God
only knows why I thought I had to hide out in my own home, but I did.
	Now you may be wondering what in the fuck was going on.  How did I
end up getting my first blowjob and vibrator fuck from Mr. Port?  Well, to
tell you the truth, it happened pretty quickly.  The Ports are very close
family friends of my parents.  I was babysitting their three year old son
that night because Mrs. Port was having a girl's night out and Mr. Port was
working later than normal.  Mr. Port ended up getting home earlier than
anyone expected.  I had already put their son to bed and had happened
across Mr. Port's very substantial pornography collection on their
computer.  He had walked in on me jacking off to some pretty hardcore gay
porn.  I, of course, was incredibly nervous because I was most definitely
not out to anyone.  I was terrified of my parents finding out.  Being from
a very strict, Catholic Italian family, I knew that the consequences of
being gay would be far from pleasant.
	Mr. Port assured me he wouldn't tell anyone and that he was someone
I could always go to if I needed to talk.  After a bit of talking about the
birds and the bees (gay version), I asked if I could see his dick.  He was
hesitant at first, but did not require a lot of prompting to comply.  He
was handsome, a bit on the pudgy side, but had a smile that would make
panties and boxer briefs anywhere hit the floor... hard.  We moved things
to the shower because he was still dirty from work.  It was there that I
got to touch another man's dick for the first time.  He was smaller than
me, but I so much enjoyed it.  It was also in that shower that I sucked my
first dick.  He came quickly, but I chalked that up to the fact that I
accidentally used a bit too much teeth, which he thoroughly enjoyed between
the painful moans.  After we dried each other off and made out against the
wall in the bathroom, we moved our little party to the bed, which is where
this little story began.
	Now, back to where we left off.  I ended up crying myself to sleep,
worried about what tomorrow would bring.  I woke to the sound of my door
being almost ripped off its hinges.  My father was standing in my doorway
with a look of outrage.
	"Dad, I can explain!"  I exclaimed.  It was all I got out before I
began sobbing.
      He let out a string of swears in Italian before saying, "I want you
out."
      I jumped out of the bed and knelt before him begging, "Dad, no!
Please!"
      He slapped me so hard that I fell back on the floor.  I cried and
returned to my knees, pleading, "Dad, don't do this, I'm sorry!"
      "I want you gone before your mother and I get back.  I will not
tolerate some fairy under my own roof."  He stormed out of my room, leaving
me crying on the floor.

1 Month Later

	"I have a question..." Jake said, hesitantly.  Jake was my best
friend.  His mom and dad let me live with them after what happened.  While
they did not approve, they took pity on me.  They were a much more
progressive couple than my parents and accepted me for who I was.  They
didn't know about Mr. Port.  In fact, I was under the impression that no
one knew about it.  They just knew that my parents kicked me out because I
was gay.  Jake and I were friends since kindergarten.  He was angry at
first that I had never told him, but he stayed a tried and true friend.
While I was the picture of ethnicity, he was a white boy through and
through.  He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.  He was moderately
attractive and kept himself in good shape.
	"What's up?"  I asked nonchalantly between kills on my video game.
	"Is it true about you and Mr. Port?"  The air in the room seemed to
leave at once.
	"What are you talking about?"  I had stopped playing the game and
focused on Jake.
	"I heard something today, about how your parents found out about
you.  And why Mr. and Mrs. Port got divorced."  I avoided his questioning
stare.
	"Yes."  I whispered.
	"So you've had sex?  What was it like?  How come you didn't tell
me?"  He asked.
	"You're not... Disturbed by this?"  I met his now curious look.
	"I told you that your being gay doesn't bother me.  Yeah, it's a
little weird that you fucked Mr. Port.  I mean, he's old... But you're my
brother!"  He said supportively.
	"I didn't fuck him.  We just blew each other."  It felt odd saying
it out loud.
	"What did it feel like?"  He questioned.
	"Blowing or being blown?"  I returned.
	"Both, I guess..."  He inquired.
	"Both were amazing.  When he had me in his mouth... There's not
really a good way to explain it.  It was warm and wet.  And he had my
entire cock in his mouth, so every part of my shaft was being stimulated.
My body was on fire.  I didn't know what to do with myself.  Also, he was
pushing a vibrator into my ass."
	"Goddamn," Jake said with a look of awe.
	"Yeah, it was better than anything I've ever experienced."  I said.
	"Did you cum?"  He was almost on the edge of his seat.
	"Yeah, but it was interrupted..."  I said uneasily.
	"Holy fuck, that's amazing.  I can't believe you've done it!"  Jake
exclaimed.
	"Yeah, I wish I didn't, though.  Look where I'm at, now..."
	Jake patted me on the back, "You're being more open than you've
ever been.  That seems good to me.  Yeah, it sucks that your mom and dad
aren't okay with it, but they'll come around."
	"I guess."  I wanted off the subject.
	Jake must have read my mind because his next question blew my mind.
"Do you want to jack off?  I've got a boner and need some release."
	We used to jack off together all the time.  Since my
'gay-valation,' though, we have flown solo for jack off sessions.
      "Do you want me to suck you off?"  I asked.  Jake was hesitant, with
a questioning look, but he smiled and removed his pants.  He had a large,
uncut cock.  It was about 7 inches and thick.  He sat on his bed and I
knelt in front of him after pulling down my own pants.  I leaned forward
and took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could.
	"Fuck that feels good!  Pull back my foreskin."  I did as he told
me and he moaned for me.  With one hand, I held onto his dick to keep his
foreskin off his head and jacked my own.
	Jake fell back on the bed and let me work on his cock.  I tried to
keep as much of him as I could in my mouth while still moving my tongue all
around his head.  I gagged several times while choking down his fuck stick.
He moaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled hard.  Just as I
thought he was going to rip my hair out, he began almost convulsing under
me.
	"I'm cumming!  I'm gonna fucking cum!"  He cried as his cock pulsed
in my mouth, releasing his warm, gooey spunk.  I swallowed some before
spitting it out on his stomach.  Jake dragged a finger through the jizz on
his stomach and tasted it.
	"Goddamn, that's awful."  He said with a bitter look.  I climbed
onto the bed and started to really jack myself off.  Jake reached over and
took my cock in his hand.  I gasped in shock.
	"Hey, you scratch my back, I scratch yours.  But, I don't feel so
comfortable with sucking, so a handy will have to do."  He laughed and I
leaned back against the wall, with my hands behind my head.  Jake
maneuvered himself so that he was kneeling in front of me.  His soft, but
still large cock was resting on my thigh as he pumped his hand on my own
cock.
	"Are you close?  My arm is starting to hurt..."  Jake laughed.
	"Kind of... Try squeezing a little tighter."  I said before yelping
when he squeezed too tight.
	"Asswho-"Jake cut me off with a kiss.  It shocked me out of
relaxation mode and I kissed back.  He took my advice and held on tighter
while he jerked me while I placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled his
face into mine.  We kissed passionately as came and shot several ropes of
cum between the two of us.
	"Let's get cleaned up and play some X-Box."  Jake got up and
grabbed his underwear.  He used it to clean off his chest and stomach, then
wiped his cock down.  He threw the undies to me and then he sat down, still
naked, on the floor.
	"Hold on, so we just..."  I started, confused.
	"Relieved some stress and now we're gonna kill some zombies."  He
said as he grabbed a controller.
	"But... Are you gay?"  I was still confused.
	"No, I'm 18 and a virgin.  I'm super fucking horny all the time."
Jake tossed me the controller, "Clean up and let's play, dude."
	"I'm just trying to understand what went on."  I said.
	"Why question it?  It was fun, we came, I'm sure we'll do it again.
I don't know, maybe I'm bi.  I mean, I have no intention of sucking your
cock, but what we just did really got me off.  And I really didn't mind the
kiss, either.  I still want to plow Mandy Peyson, but I don't mind getting
NC-17 with you.  Why question something that works?"  He had given up on
the game and sat back down on his bed facing me.
	I started to wipe myself down with his already moist underwear,
"how did you know about Mr. Port?"
	"Your mom called and chewed out my mom for letting you live here.
I heard her and my dad talking about it."  He said sympathetically.  He
knew that mention of my parents bothered me.
	"Should I be worried about living on the street?"  I asked,
worried.
	"Fuck no, my mom loves you.  Plus, they've known he was a pervert
for a long time," he said, before quickly adding, "A pervert for kids, not
that he's gay."
	"I figured," I said, "But we just played with each other's cocks.
I mean, is this going to change things?"
	"Why would it?  It's kind of like when people give each other
rides.  One person needs a ride, the other gives the ride.  Today, I needed
to cum, you sucked me off.  You needed to cum, I jacked you off.  Perfect.
In an hour, if we feel like a nice cum might be nice, we can go for round
two."  He took the underwear with our combined cum and tossed them on the
floor.
	I laughed and Jake gave me a confused look.  "I'm just glad we did
this on your bed, I wouldn't want to explain the cum stains to your mom."
He hit flicked my nuts and jumped off his bed.  While I recovered from the
pain, he climbed up onto my bed above his and wiped his cock all over it.
I followed him up there and wrestled him down.
	"You forget that I'm stronger than you."  I laughed.  He replied
with a kiss.  I forgot about the wrestling match and got lost in his lips.
He grabbed both of my ass cheeks and pressed my groin into his while my
tongue slipped through his lips.  I flicked my tongue against his.  Just as
things started to get even hotter, he grabbed a tight hold of my balls and
flipped me over.
	"You forget that I am much smarter, though."  He climbed off me and
then down the bed.  He pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and sat at his
computer.  "Hey, Mandy Peyson wants to video chat, should we put on a
show?"
	"You're a moron."  I laughed.
	"Holy fuck I have an idea!"