Roman Holiday (Frerard)

1- I'm Like A Jacket Slut

Gerard's POV

I was a slut. A jacket slut. And a city slut. Guys hook up with me and leave. We don't even date. Just have sex. I wish I was like every other 16 year old that had a boyfriend. But, what are we gonna do? I like sex, like a lot. I love when guys get in my pants. But I hate when they leave me. But a slut's gotta pay.

I looked up at my one night stand. He was bigger than I was. Muscular. I didn't even know his name. I never know the name of the guys I fuck with. But he said he was 16, too. I've only been with guys between the ages of 15-18. Never younger or older than that age range.

As this guy came in me, he and I moaned. He had a heavy breath moan and then there was me. "Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh," I moaned as he exploded inside of my asshole. "Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh!"

I met him at the LGBT teens club when I was with my friends Bert, Ray, and Frank. Of course my brother Mikey was there, but the minute he saw his boyfriend Pete, they went into the public bathroom and fucked.

I brought this dude home with me because for one thing, I was horny, and second, my parents weren't home. They didn't know I was gay. Even though it was so obvious and everyone at school knew.

"Uh," the guy moaned. He pulled out and put his clothes on. "Thanks, whore."

"No problem, boo." With that he left through the back door and I was alone again. I found my notebook of gay drawings and gay shit I wrote. I wrote shit like 'fuck me with your hard cock, daddy'. I started jerking off to the drawings and I put the notebook back under my bed. I went on my phone to go watch porn, and I got a text message from my main bitch Bert.

He wanted to know if I could go over to his place for pizza. I told him I was getting ready to sleep.

Bert: bitch we all know ur just gonna jerk off
Me: you know me so well
Bert: who doesn't, slut :)
Me: XD
Bert: try not to come all over ur phone this time
Me: ok lol bitch