Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 23:30:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Anal Sex for Dean (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/MMM

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acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this
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Anal Sex For Dean
By
Wolf

	When I was thirteen and a half I was pretty much a normal horny
inexperienced teenager.  I was preoccupied with sex, but didn't have a
clue about how to approach a girl.  I was even too shy to enter n adult
book store to buy pornography.  So when my family took a holiday at the
beach I was still looking for my first sexual encounter.

	One afternoon I happened to need to relieve myself while at the
Seashore by myself, and entered a public toilet.  Upon entering the
smelly place I approached the urinal, which happened to be nothing more
than a metal trough draining to one end.  I pulled my thing out and let it
go.  While I was peeing I entertained myself by reading the messages on
the wall.  Some were humorous like, "Our aim is cleanliness, would you
aim too, Please" "All bulls with short horns, please stand closer" others
were obscene references to the sexual virtues of a variety of female
names.  While I was amusing myself reading the messages, another man
entered the bathroom.

	The first thing I became aware of his presence was when he
stepped up alongside of me, and pulled out his cock.  He looked at mine
and I looked at his.  He simply reached over and took hold of my hand
and placed it around his cock before he took hold on mine.  We stood
there holding each other's cock while we finished peeing.  I finished
before him, so he milked my cock until he was sure it was dry.  As soon
as he finished, he put his cock back in his pants, knelt in front of me, and
took my cock in his mouth.  He sucked my cock until I came in his
mouth.  It startled me that he swallowed my cum so eagerly.  When he
stood up he took out his cock again, and forced me to my knees, and
made me suck his cock.  It shocked me when he came in my mouth.  I
was terrified, but he just laughed in my face, while he put his cock back
in his pants and walked out.

	When I got back to the apartment Mum thought I had spilt some
ice-cream on my pants, because of the wet spot.  Even though the
encounter had scared the hell out of me, I got very horny every time I
thought about what that man had done to me.

	When we returned home I thought about nothing else but sex.  I
had always like ride my trail bike in the woods and had seen some
interesting things over the years, but one day I left the trail, to relieve
myself.  I leaned the bike against a tree, and heard a noise, while I was
peeing.  When I followed the sound, I saw a guy sucking the cock of
another guy through the bushes.  I watched the action intently, but did
mothering about it.  I simply took my bike back to the trail and continued
my trip, but I was drawn back to that spot every day.

	It took me a little while to learn how to let men know I that I was
interested in sex with them.  I started going commando under my loose
legged shorts, so that I could display my cock and balls to the men I
thought interesting.  I guess the word got around among the gay men that
there was a sandy hair youth on a trail bike that liked to suck cocks.  I
was managing to hook up with men two or three times a week.  I really
enjoyed sucking cocks, and it was a plus when the men sucked mine.  I
will never forget what happened six days after my fourteenth birthday.

	It was September, and I took my bike up the trail looking for
cock to suck.  I came across a guy about forty years old near where I
usually took men to have sex with.  He was very agreeable about
accompanying me to my favorite spot.  I sucked his cock until he
squirted cum into my mouth.  Before I got away he asked me if he could
fuck me.

	I said, "NOWAY!" in no uncertain terms.

	Then he asked me, "Okay, but would you let me lick your
asshole?"

	Now, that was a new request that I couldn't refuse, and said,
"Okay!"

	I was stupid enough to position myself over a fallen log with my
shorts down.  He did lick my butt and asshole, which was awesome.  I
was enjoying the feeling when he placed a heavy hand on the small of
my back holding me down very hard.  Then he rammed his cock deep
into my asshole.  I screamed as loud as possible, because it felt like he
was ripping me apart.  It was like my asshole was on fire.

	He said, "If you keep screaming like that other guys will come
and they will want some of your ass too."

	So, I stopped screaming, and just cried like a baby while he
fucked me.  He said, "I love listening to you scream, and your made to
be fucked.  If you don't want to be fucked you shouldn't tease men in the
woods."

	When he finished using me, he pulled out, and I saw his cock.
Thank GAWD he had a condom on.  He good naturedly chucked, "How
old are you?"

	"I'm 14-years-old!" I said.

	He said, "That's neat, you look like a 12-year-old with a 10-year-
old arse.  Now that you have been fucked men will be able to tell by your
eyes, and will want to fuck you, and you will probably want to be
fucked.  I suspect that because you're hard right now!"

	(I had never heard about what happens when the prostrate is
massaged.)  I was terrified to look at myself, but looking down at the
ground all the way back to my bike I was well aware of how much of a
bonier I had.  Riding my bike home was mega painful.

	It took me awhile to come to grips with my desires.  I was 16 on
the 30th of August and had been fucked four more times by then.  It hurt
and I couldn't stop from yelling every-time.  The guys loved hearing me
complain about how much it hurt.  Some of them gave me poppers to
sniff while being fucked.  They made me so sexy crazy that I actually
bucked and wiggled my butt to increase the pleasure.  They would hang
on by pinching my nipples while they fucked me.  I would cry out while
loving every minute.   My bum would be throbbing most of the next
week, and my nipples would be bruised and painful to the touch.  It
actually felt like they were still inside me, but I loved the feeling.

	I never knew any of their names, and they weren't interested in
conversations, and I preferred it that way.  They were all over 45-years-
old, and one had to be over 65, because shortly after he fucked me I saw
him at school with his grandson at a school play.  When he recognized
me I thought he was going to have a heart attack.  I made a point of
introducing myself to my classmate's grandfather as if I had never met
him before.  The old man's face relaxed, as shook my hand.  The next
time I found him in the forest he was very pleased with the way I had
handled our public meeting.  He even let me fuck his ass.

	When he got on his knees I saw just how much hair ringed his
asshole.  I had to spit on his asshole and spread the hairs before sticking
my cock in his ass.  After I humped him until I squirted cum in his ass,
the old man sucked my cock clean.  I developed a warm place in my
heart for dirty old men.



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