PRACTICE ON PATRICK By Zachyboy b/b, oral, anal Hi-Ho! My name is Rex Ferrell-Holder and I'm 12-years-old and I have a hyphen in my name because my mom is a Ferrell and my dad is a Holder and when they got married (five years AFTER I was born, by the way), my mom didn't much want to be a Holder and my dad said piss on being a Ferrell, so we all got stuck with being Ferrell-Holders, which believe me, sucks when you're 5-years-old and in kindergarten and trying how to learn how to write your fucking name with a big fat crayon. But anyway, we all got over it and now everybody can spell it and nobody at school gives a shit and it only seems weird to the new kids. And P.S., my dad also fucks me, but that's a different story. Hi-Ho! # # # # # # # # # # So, this is my problem. I live in this neighborhood, Morningwood Way, where there's about ten million kids, and it seems like everybody is fucking everybody. And we all know it, and it's getting hard to keep it straight. Ethan fucks Dylan, or Dylan fucks Ethan, I'm not sure which one's on top. And Matthew fucks Jacob, who can bend in the middle and suck his own penis which is WAY awesome to watch, and you almost want to clap and give him a dollar after you see it. Hi-Ho! And Riker and Riley shove ice cubes up everybody's ass, and Duncan's getting pretty good and taking one from the whole block, and I'm in there getting fucked by Matthew who appears to fuck everybody including his little sister Jaycee, who is my current dilemma and the reason for this story. Jaycee Sanders is 9-years-old and hot as fuck, and everybody knows she does it with anybody who wants her, and most times you don't even need an invitation. She's been screwing Matthew since she came out of the womb, and she's done it with Duncan and done it with her babysitter (who's a high school girl!) and now I found out from Dylan she wants to do it with me!! "Whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute," I said, after I finished sucking Dylan's cock and he told me the news. Dylan squirts like a fire hydrant going off, so if I choked a little when he told me, it was 50% surprise and 50% semen. "What do you mean, Jaycee wants me to fuck her?" I asked. "Why me?" "Why does the sun rise?" Dylan said wisely. "Why is the ocean salty? Why do birds fly south for the winter" Who the fuck cares? Throw her some cock!" I shook my head, not at all sure of myself. "I'm not a very good giver-outer," I blushed. "I'm more of a taker-inner." Which was true. My own dad has been fucking me since, well, you don't want to know how long, and by this age, I'm sort of used to the fact that when the starting gun for a fuck goes off, I get down on one knee at the starting line and just sort of stay there and wait for a cock up my ass. And I kind of prefer it that way. But if Jaycee Sanders wanted me to fuck her, I was game – Lord knows she's let every other boy in the neighborhood nail her twat, and believe me, it gets great reviews – I just wasn't sure I knew what to do. All my life, I've been the fuck-EE, not the fuck-ER. "Why don't you practice on Patrick?" Dylan suggested, and that made sense. "Patrick is 7, Jaycee is 9. They're both around the same size. I'm assuming they've got approximately the same size hole, and except for the fact that Jaycee's is in the front and Patrick's is around back, it would probably be an even-enough match. It's no secret Dylan's been fucking his little brother for over a year now. News travels fast in our neighborhood. Riker and Riley went over one day last year to put an ice cube up Patrick's ass and hi-ho! They found it bubbling over with a super-size load that only could have come out of Dylan, who shoots it out like he found it on sale and he brought enough for everybody. "Okay," I shrugged. "What the hell. Get him in here." And Dylan zipped his cock back in his pants, still dripping and sticky from the blowjob I just gave him, and while I smacked my lips and still felt the sweet burn of his juice running down into my tummy, he went down the hall to fetch his little brother. # # # # # # # # # # The first time I practiced on Patrick, Dylan watched the whole thing and gave me some pointers. I was kind of new at being on the top instead of being on the bottom, so I needed a few tips. "Now when my dad fucks me," I explained to Dylan, "we kind of get a little carried away and start saying swear words. Is that okay to say to Patrick?" Patrick was already kneeling over the bed, ass-up, and hi-ho! what a pretty little hole he had. My dad would have liked fucking that one for sure. "I guess so," Dylan shrugged. "You okay with that Pat?" Patrick shrugged and answered with a squeak. "I don't care. Just hurry up. I'm building Legos." "Hey Patrick!" I hollered. "Spread those cheeks and let me see that sloppy hot fuck cunt!" "That sloppy hot fuck cunt?" Dylan asked, and I could tell he didn't approve. "Too much?" I said. "Well, yeah," he said. "With Jaycee, I think you're going to want to go with something a little more romantic. You know, `sweet little pussy hole,' or `fragrant little honey box' or something poetic like that. I wouldn't jump straight into `sloppy hot fuck cunt' unless she gives you a direct invitation." "Okay. Whew. This is harder than I thought." I lined up my dick with Patrick's hole, put a little spit on both of us, and he giggled. "Whoa," Dylan said. "I think you should probably eat her out first, don't you think?" "Oh geez," I blushed. "Of course. I'm sorry. What am I thinking." So instead of plugging Patrick full of my dick, I got down on my knees a little and started licking and sucking on his tight little butthole instead. And holy fuck, I had no idea what a pussy was going to taste like, but it better taste pretty God damn good if it wanted to win a contest with Patrick's little asshole, because man-oh-man, that thing was GOOD. Sweet, like Sprite or Ginger Ale with some ass-taste mixed in. I could have eaten that thing for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Wow, it was good. Hi-Ho! I got so caught up eating Patrick's butthole that I lost track of my goal and my hand got carried away, and before I knew it I was moaning and groaning and licking his ass and jacking my own cock until – BAM! – I accidentally shot my cum all over the carpet. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I whispered, making a mess all over everything. "I got so excited I forgot to fuck him." Truth is, I was kind of scared to stick it in him. What if I did it wrong? I'd always been on the Patrick-end of things. It had always been ME with my buns up in the air. What if I was no good at it. Patrick giggled and Dylan stepped in to take my place. "That's okay," he said, slipping his cock into his little brother who made an audible moan as Dylan sunk it into him. "I'll take it from here, and we'll get you in for another practice tomorrow." Patrick grinned and said "ouch" as his brother rutted him deep and hard and blew a day's worth of jizz of up tight back door, which in Dylan's case is a lot. You could see it leaking out when he pulled his cock out and wiped it on his brother's mouth for a clean-off. It was bubbling out of his ass, hot, thick and white. I'd swallowed that load before. I knew how much was in there. # # # # # # # # # # The second time I practice on Patrick, I was brave enough to stick it up his ass. The minute I got it in, it was instantly hot. Patrick moaned and whispered my name as I sunk it into his butthole. "Rex, it's big," he grunted, and I heard him start breathing heavier and shaking a little. "Good boy," I told him. "Give me some of that tight ass." That's one of the things my dad says when he fucks me. "Give me some of that sweet ass, Rexy. Let me fuck that tight pretty fuckhole." So I said a lot of that stuff to Patrick when I fucked him. "Oh yeah," said Dylan, taking his own cock out and moving around to the front of Patrick's face to feed it to him. "That's it, baby brother. Take that fat cock up your ass, baby." Patrick moaned. "You need something to eat while Rexy fucks you?" Patrick nodded. Closed his eyes and smiled. Opened his mouth wide. "That's it, baby," Dylan said in a sexy low voice. "You just suck my big cock while Rexy fucks your ass, okay, baby? Good boy. That's it baby. Eat my big cock. Take that fat dick up your ass." It was so fucking hot. I only lasted about twenty more pumps, then I started shaking like crazy and grabbing Patrick's hips and making him squeal in a really high voice while I shoved it into him as far as it would go and shot my cum straight up in his asshole. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Dylan grunted in his mouth. "Eat my sperm you fucker, eat my sperm!" And BAM! His cum shot out so hard over Patrick's mouth, I thought he was going to paint the room. There was white, hot cum everywhere. On Patrick's tongue, on Patrick's nose, gobbing and stringing down Patrick's chin. Patrick was eating as much as he could but it was still leaking everywhere. "Jesus Christ, you cum a lot," I told Dylan. Patrick just smiled. "And it all tastes delicious," he said. And he came up and he kissed me with his tongue and I could taste it in his mouth. I licked the cum out of Patrick's mouth and I moaned and felt my dick get hard again. "I'm gonna have to practice on Patrick again," I told Dylan. "I'm not ready for Jacyee yet. I need to practice on Patrick again." Patrick just smiled and gave me another cummy tongue kiss. # # # # # # # # # # The third time I practiced on Patrick, I fucked him so hard he made a noise like a sheep. "Hi-Ho!" I said to Dylan. "Did he just ba-a-a-a-a?" "I think so," said Dylan. "Patrick, did you just make a sheep noise?" "Ba-a-a-a-a-a!" said Patrick. "I guess there's your answer," said Dylan. I fucked Patrick and came in his ass. Then Dylan fucked Patrick and came in his ass. Then I ate Dylan's cum out of Patrick's ass. Then I sucked Patrick and made him dry shiver. And by that time, I was so hard, I stuck my cock in Patrick's ass another time. And while I was doing it, Dylan stuck his cock in me. And hi-ho, that felt pretty fucking good. Fucking Patrick and getting fucked by Dylan. We slipped out a bunch of times. We had to stop and put our cocks back in. But fuck it felt good. God it felt hot. To fuck and get fucked at the same time. It's a magic trick. It feels so good, you believe in magic. # # # # # # # # # # The fourth time I practiced on Patrick, I fucked him twice in the ass and gave him one extra good one in the mouth. Hi-Ho! Dylan wasn't there. He was staying overnight with his boyfriend Ethan. They were doing their own hot fuck stuff, which left Patrick all for me. God, his room smelled like dick and butt by the time we were done. His ass was dripping with my cum and still I wanted more of it. He asked his mom if I could stay overnight. She didn't even think it was weird. She said yes, no problem. And my dad said yes, because he wanted to hear about it later. So, Patrick and I we just fucked and fucked. God he felt good. I stayed overnight and I fucked him two more times after everybody went to sleep. Once in the ass and once in the bathtub. We'd gone in the bathroom to pee, but after we did and I saw him shake the drops off his little sweet cock, I had to fuck him again. I made him stand up in the bathtub, pull his pajama pants down and I fucked him right there, standing up, with No More Tangles Conditioner as the lube on my cock. I liked the back of his neck while I fucked him. Licked his neck and tasted his salt and listened to him moan and say, "Rexy, I like it," while I came up his ass with no more cum to squirt. I needed to practice on Patrick way more times before I was ready for Jaycee. Way more times. Man, I wanted to practice in him. Hi-Ho. Hi-Ho. # # # # # # # # # # The fifth time I practiced on Patrick, I didn't even give a shit about Jaycee anymore. I just wanted to keep on fucking Patrick. "I wish you could fuck me every day," he whispered. "I know," I told him. "I wish this wasn't just practice." "You're really good at it now," he whispered. "Really, REALLY good. Better than Dylan." I laid him on his back. I pulled his legs up. I ate his beautiful asshole. Then I lined up my cock and I pushed it inside. He moaned and he shivered and he came when I fucked him. This wasn't even hi-ho anymore. This was just love. Love and fuck, and fuck and love. # # # # # # # # # # "I think I'm ready now," I announced to Dylan. I patted Patrick on the head and told him he could pull up his pants or wipe his ass with a tissue, or whatever he needed to do after our sixth and final last-minute practice session, which hi-ho, it was a quickie, left my knees quivering and me and Patrick kissing secretly in the closet before we called it quits with a sigh and a long, sad hug goodbye before we came out for the inevitable. Crap. I'd have to go off and fuck a dumb girl now. Hi-Ho, yawn and pass the pussy. Patrick had been WAY more than a great practice partner to me. I know he's only 7, but I'd rather just have him for a boyfriend. I really liked fucking Patrick, but I resigned myself to the thought of having to get it over with and fucking Jaycee. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad. And besides, when it came to fucking on top, I definitely had the hang of it now and I had responsibilities to fulfill. I really didn't want to, but I would. Patrick scampered off to his room, looked over his shoulder, shaking his tight little ass at me and giggling. God, I wanted that ass again. I could fuck that little ass ten times a day and STILL want some more of it. Hi-Fucking-Ho. I saved just a little bit of it on my finger and I gave it a whiff and a sniff. It was magic. God, I just fucked that ass five minutes ago and I already wanted it again. Right now. Then. There. Eat it, fuck it, lick it, suck it, fuck-fuck-CUM in it! But instead, I gave Patrick a sad shrug and watched it wiggle off down the hallway. Damn. Dylan texted Jaycee and told him I was ready for our first fuck. We waited for a few moments until his phone buzzed. Dylan read it to himself and shook his head. "Sorry," he said, "It looks like the deal's off." "What?" I griped. "All that work for nothing?" "Nah," he said. "Patrick's got a huge crush on you now. Go follow him." "Really?" I asked. And my heart sped up with joy. "Yeah, he really likes you. He told me." I blushed. "Well that's kinda cool. I like him too. A lot. A really, REALLY lot." Dylan just smiled. "Why don't you run down the hall and give him another quick one? He'll be ready for you, I'm sure. Besides, you always get him good and loose for me. You don't mind sharing him I hope." "Hell no," I said. "Hi-Ho! A kid's gotta learn to share." And in our neighborhood that year, sharing was the way we did things. And honestly, I liked the thought of having an ongoing fuck date with Patrick's tight little boy butt way better than Jacyee's stinky old girl twat anyway. "What about Jaycee?" I asked Dylan. "Won't she be mad I kept her waiting all this time for nothing?" "Nah," said Dylan, looking at her text. "She still likes you. She just had a change of heart." "Really?" I asked, adjusting my dick, getting ready for another round on Patrick. "Yep," he said, patting my ass and opening the door for me. "Don't worry. She's good." Then he smiled. Shrugged his shoulders. "She's down the street, practicing on Penny." # # # # # # # # # # Love, Zachyboy z.blake@mail.com