Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2007 16:43:05 +0100 (BST)
From: John Verradezon <jverradezon@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Little Gay Slut - Part 2

The Party

I damn near fled indoors! George had asked me over to one of his parties!
One of the parties where they suck and get fucked! I had an instant hard-on
that just wouldn't stop. I was going to lose my cherry tonight! I was going
to wrap my mouth and ass around as much cock as I could get!

The first thing I did was stick my french knickers and camisole in the
wash, then I ran down to the pharmacy and got a big tube of KY jelly. The
man in shop looked at me a bit strangely, but I explained it was for my
mum. He nodded sternly and gave me the gooides. I don't think my hard-on
died down all afternoon.

When I got back home, I had a long, hot soak in the bath. While I was
laying there, I just couldn't resist a wank. I laid there and let my
fingers slide up and down my little shaft, spreading pre-cum over my knob
and licking it dreamily off my fingers. All I could think about was what it
would be like being taken by one of the men at George's party, on my knees,
licking and sucking his shaft, then being stood up and bent over the
kitchen table as he guided his cock to my entrance, sliding smoothly in and
out as he fucked my virgin bum until he filled me with his cum.

I climaxed hard, shooting my load over my own stomach and greedily scooping
my spunk up to my mouth with wet and sticky fingers. I have always loved
the taste of cum, even my own.

I was ready for the party about an hour before I was supposed to go over,
so I sat in the living room watching the telly and clutching one of dad's
bottles of scotch. I was wearing a loose, white shirt, which I had chosen
because it plainly showed the outline of the straps on my camisole. I left
a few of the buttons undone and rehearsed bending over in front of the
mirror. The cami was light lavender and was really obvious, especially when
I bent over - just the way I wanted it. I wanted all the guys there to know
I wanted to be a "fem".

My french knickers matched my cami, and I had opted for a tight pair of
white shorts that clung to the curve of my bum and showed their lines
beneath the material. I slipped on a pair of my mum's heeled court shoes,
and I set the outfit off with a little splash of her Chanel No. 5. I also
spent about an hour getting lipstick and a bit of eye-shadow just right.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked just what I was, a young
guy dressed as a girl with a slutty make-up job. Christ was I going to
score! I got up and went into the bathroom. I dropped my shorts and pulled
my knickers down to my kness. I took the tube of KY jelly and spread a
liberal amount over my fingers. Bending over the basin, I reached behind me
and spread plenty over the rosebud of my ass, then pushed my fingers as
deep into my entrance as I could get.

My cock throbbed with the stimulationa dn the anticipation of what I was
likely to get later. I pulled my knickers and shorts back up, being careful
not to waste any lube - I wanted be VERY wet for tonight. I gave myself
another quick check in the mirror -very fuckable - then headed over to the
party.

George didn't answer the door, one of his guests did and as soon as he
slapped eyes on me, his jaw dropped and a big grin spread across his
face. I smiled and wiggled past him as he cupped my bum, giving me a firm
squeeze, he whispered in my ear, "I'll look out for you kid."

I went upstairs to George's living room, where the music was pumping
loudly. I saw George in the kitchen opposite and headed straight off to the
site of most of my fantasies.

As soon as George got a look at me, he had to do a double-take. "Oh my
Jesus, fucking Christ!" He said, his mouth hanging open.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I grinned.

"You're not quite the innocent little babe I took you for are you?" George
asked with a huge smile.

"You have no idea." I replied. With that I handed him my dad's bottle of
scotch and walking over to the table in the corner, I helped myself to a
small glass of white wine. It seemed more girly than scotch.

It didn't take long for me to draw a couple of admirers from the crowd, but
both guys were a bit young for what I had been fantasising about. In all my
dreams, I had been sucking or being fucked by a big man, tall and heavy,
with plenty of body hair, maybe greying a bit, maybe not. Probably in his
forties or older. This kind of described George, but not his partner, who
must have only been in his twenties.

There was one guy who answered this description in the kitchen with us, and
my eyes lighted on him in a kind of "rescue me" plea. He got the message,
and after a little while, he butted in and asked me if he could "grope me
on the dance floor". I pretended to be shocked, but the idea made my cock
twitch. I just gave little laugh and said, "All you like."

I followed him out into the living room and I noticed George disappearing
over to the CD player and the music changed from loud, rhythmic, pumping to
a slow grind.

Oh yeah, thanks George. My mystery man took me in his arms and pulled me
close to his body. I could smell the scotch on his breath and realised he'd
been drinking my father's whisky. I wondered passingly what my dad would
say if he new his scotch had gone to an old queer with his hands on his
little boys' ass!

He told me his name was Geoffrey and he was a solicitor, he asked me what I
did and I told him I was a student. A complete lie and I don't think I
fooled him for a second. I looked to be the eleven year old slut I
was. Geoff' held me close, pushing his powerful erection into my stomach
and ran his hands across my ass, squeezing and stroking me. I encourageed
him by wiggling into his grasp a little and laying my head against him as
we swayed to the music.

We continued to dance as he bent his head to mine, kissing me firmly and
insistently on the lips. This was the first time I had ever been kissed
like that by a man and I went weak at the knees. I surrendered to him
utterly and put my arms around his neck, drawing him to me as I stood on
tip-toes and returning his kiss with complete abandon.

We kissed like that for ages, until he pushed me away gently and said
something I didn't quite catch. I smiled and said, "God it's hot in here."
With that, I dropped my shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them. My
cock stuck out, tenting my knickers obscenely. I unbuttoned my shirt, and
let that slip off my shoulders to join my shorts on the floor. There I
stood, in a room full of half drunk, horny, gay men, standing in my mum's
shoes and a lavender set of French knickers and a camisole. I stepped back
to Geoff' and kissed him again.

He looked me in the eyes and put both his hands on my shoulders, "Get on
your knees you fucking little slut." He hissed, his eyes blazing. I knew
what he wanted and I wanted it too, more than anything. So there in front
of twenty or thirty fully grown men, I sank to my knees, signalling my
willingness to be his little slut and take his cock in my mouth.

I knelt in front of him and reached up to the zip of his black trousers. I
pulled the zip down and eagerly reached inside, stroking his rock hard
cock. Geoff' reached down and undid his button, pulling his trousers open
and fishing his cock out of his briefs. His cock was hard and glistening
with pre-cum. It wasn't large, no more than six inches long and about two
or three inches thick.

I took the engorged head of his cock, eagerly between my lips and sucked
his pre-cum into my mouth, savouring the salty, creamy taste of the first
sperm in my mouth that wasn't my own.

I loved it.

I sucked and licked eagerly, gagging once or twice in my enthusiasm and
with Geoff's slow thrusts. I could feel Geoff's cock twitching once or
twice, as he slowly moved his hips, fucking my mouth like a whore's
cunt. Or at least, that's what I told myself he was doing, and it drove me
crazy.

I lost all awareness of where I was and my man's cock became the centre of
my universe. I licked and sucked, slurped and gently played with his balls
until at last I heard him groan, "I'm going to fucking cum. I'm going to
fucking cum in your mouth whore. Fucking take it. Swallow it all." He put
both his hands on my head and fucked my mouth with harder strokes.

He didn't need to tell me. I was literally gagging for it. When he came,
his cock jerked a couple of times as he shot his load into my mouth. The
salty, creamy fluid washing around my mouth and over my tongue. I kept it
there as long as I could, savouring the taste and texture of his sperm
until I just HAD to swallow. Eventually, Geoff' pulled his glistening cock
out of my mouth. "Put it away." He told me. I complied and tucked his,
still hard, organ back into his pants and zipped him up. "You're going to
get more of that soon." He said.

I smiled and stood up, I looked him in the eyes and replied, "Oh God yes, I
want you inside me so much."

"You are one fucking hot slut." He answered, "I'm going to get another
drink."

With that, he just turned and left me standing in the middle of the living
room, surrounded by dozens of pairs of staring eyes and a lot of hard cock
- in girl's underwear, lipstick smudged by an older man's spunk and my own
little cock sticking painfully out of my knickers - that were soaked with
my own pre-cum. I looked a fucking mess.

I didn't stand there for long though. My right hand was suddenly grabbed
and I was jerked out the living room door and down the corridor. I looked
up to see a big guy, about 50+, dressed in a blue shirt and beige chino's,
dragging me into one of the bedrooms.

I just got lucky - again.