The beginning. I was in college, a small college. I met a guy, older, who was there getting a degree in philosophy. We became friends, despite the age difference. He invited me to his apartment, it was just me, I thought he was having a party. He offered me a beer, and when he gave it to me he reached and grabbed at my crotch and asked me how little Pete was doing. How about letting him meet little Pete.
I froze. He didn’t. He opened his pants and told me he wanted me to meet Pete. Say high to him, shake him. How about giving Pete a kiss. He pushed me down on the sofa and got down on his knees with his pants still open, and opened my pants and started to grab and kiss and put my penis in his mouth. He lifted his head, ‘I’m going to fuck you’. He pulled my pants off completely.
‘Nice legs’, and he ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs until he touched my penis. ‘Let me show little Pete how to do it, then you give Pete a try’.
Up to then I had been holding the beer without opening it. I finally laid it down on the end table. He was over me with his big penis swinging in my face, slapping me. ‘Open up’ he told me, ‘open up, and let Pete know you like him’. And he was now hard, and slapping my face with his penis I opened my mouth and he shoved his penis in. ‘That’s a boy’ he told me.
When I opened my eyes and looked up he was totally naked. He looked down on me. He said ‘off with the shirt big boy, ol’ Pete’s hungry for boy pussy’. I got undressed and we walked to his bedroom and I just laid down on his bed face first. Expecting him to get on me. He held himself up with his hands while he poked at me with Pete, he told me to open my legs for him, to let Pete in. He positioned himself for penetration, and without a drop of lube or spit or anything, he shoved himself in, millimeter by millimeter, then inch by inch, until he was in.
He fucked me. There is no other word for it. He fucked me. That’s what ‘fucked’ means. That’s how I became Pete’s boy pussy. And how little Pete learned to enjoy it. It wasn’t the holding, or the kisses, or all the walking around naked. It was the simple act of fucking me. That’s what I liked. That’s what I like.
