Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 04:14:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boston Bathhouse (Gay/Adult Youth oral, anal, b/MMM)

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Adult Youth oral, anal, b/MMM

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                       Boston Bathhouse
                            By
                           Wolf

	I grew up in a community called Dorchester, it most of
the residents are of Irish decent.  It is a section within Boston,
Massachusetts.  Most Americans don't understand that there
are two groups in the Boston area the early immigrants call
themselves Scot-Irish.  They were in fact mostly Scots that
were settled in northern-Ireland by the English.  They were
called Orangemen from Belfast.  The second group came to
Boston as a result of the 1842 potato famine in Ireland.  They
were the Catholic Irish from southern-Ireland.  Of course a
true Irishmen would never spell northern and southern with a
capital letter.

	The community is like wo big familys, everyone knows
each other.  A lot of people proclaimed they are Irish simply
as an excuse to get drunk on St. Patrick's Day.  A true
Irishman knows that St. Patrick's Day is a day of religious
obligation.  And the four leaf clover has nothing to do with
Ireland.  St. Patrick made the three leaf clover the symbol of
the Holy Trinity while converting the Irish to Christianity.

	In 1950 I was a 7-year-old boy that had a fondness for a
local beach we could walk to during the summer.  There was
a bathhouse, as we called them back then, and it had two
halves to it, one was for women and the opposite side was
the men's room.  There was no roof on it so that the sun
could light the spaces, and an attempt to keep the concrete
floors dry.  There had lockers or clothes baskets which the
public could use to store their belongings while at the beach.
There were also showers there to wash the salt and sand off
after a day at the beach.  Most important it had a reputation
of being the place where the gay community met.

	I felt comfortable about walking down to the beach by
myself.  In those days no one suspected that anyone would
harm a youth.  I wanted to behave like an adult, so I would
have rejected any adult wanting to accompany me for safety
reasons.  I only need 25 cents to use a basket for my clothes
at the bathhouse.

	There were no doors on the place.  It just had a couple
of turns to enter the place.  The city did have steel-gates they
could lock during off season, as well turn off the water so that
the pipes wouldn't freeze.  When you entered there were
showers to the left, and the changing room was to the right.
When I entered the changing room after renting a basket,
there was a men sitting on one of the concrete benches or
standing around.  They were of different ages, and they were
all naked.  When I entered the place drew quiet, as if they
were embarrassed having a young boy in their mites.

	I couldn't keep my eyes off of them.  I always wanted
to see men naked, because I was always fascinated about
what they looked like, and what their cocks looked like.
Some of the men looked like hairy apes, and others didn't
have any hair on their bodies.  Some of them seemed so big.
(Back then the ultimate body builder was Steve Reeves.)  I
measured all men by what he looked like, but I also was
fascinated by men with hairy chests.  In my case being just a
young boy of course my body was hairless, and smooth.

	Back then most boys were wearing a hair style called a
flat top.  Some of the teenagers wore the side longer and
combed back with a part down the middle of the back of their
heads, and called it a dicks-tail.  My hair was just a flat top.

	While I was stripping down in preparation of putting on
my bathing suit, one man was watching me.  I had small cock
and balls back then, but the way that man was looking at me
gave me a hard-on that had my stiff cock bouncing up and
down.  The man looked like a muscular God to me.  I
suspected that he was around forty years old, and he had a
hairy body.  I'm talking a hairy chest, belly, legs, arms, and
back, and he sported a very thick uncut cock with a thick
patch of pubic hair all around his cock and balls.

	He suggested that I should have a seat next to him.  I
put my basket on the floor in front of the bench and sat down
next to him.  After I settled down the other men got
comfortable with my presence. I noticed one man in the back
of the room leaning against the wall, and another man was
kneeling in front of him clinging to his hips and sucking the
man's cock.  Another man was standing behind a man, and
reaching around jacking the man off.  Some of the others
were just jacking off.

	I wasn't that interested in what the other men were
doing, but the hairy man next to me fascinated me.  He was
very friendly towards me.

	Sitting next to me and put his arm around my
shoulders.  He told me his name, but I have forgotten it over
the years.  Being so close to these naked men made my little
cocklett hard as hell.  I tried to hide it behind my hands, but
he said, "Its' okay, all men and boys get hard-ons, it is
perfectly natural!"

	I felt like there were hundreds of eyes staring at me,
and that have me a raging hard-on.

	The man asked me, "If you're nervous  with all these
men watching, why don't you come home with me, where it
will be more private.

	I sat there looking at his cock for a long time before I
said, "YES!"

	We put our clothes back on and turned in the baskets
before walking to the parking lot.  He opened the passage
door of his car and I got in.  I was thrilled as he drove us to his
house.  It wasn't a long trip.  I barely worked up the nerve to
reach over and touch the bulge in his pants, before he pulled
all the way into his driveway.  He had a detached garage in
the back of the house, so we entered his house from the back
door.

	He asked me if I would like to get naked.  I agreed, so
he told me to strip off my clothes right there in his kitchen.
He told me to do it slowly because he liked to see boys
getting naked.

	I slowly kicked off my shoes and removed my socks
before I pulled down my shorts, and pulled off my T-shirt.  My
little cocklett had a raging hard-on that was tenting up my
tidy whites.  He told me that he wanted to pull down my
underwear down for me.  All I had to do is stand there while
he pulled my underwear down past my little penis, and it
sprank back up like it had a spring in it.  I stepped out of them
one foot at a time.  My heart was pounding having him
kneeling in front of me so close I could feel his breath on my
penis.  He had me turn around so that he could admire and
feel my butt.

	I asked him, "Are you going to get naked too?"

	"Would you like me take my clothes off?"

	"Please!"

	He proceeded to remove his shirt, and I got to admire
his hairy chest and stomach.  Even before he removed his
pants it was obvious that his cock was hard.  When he got
around to removing his pants his cock was every bit as large
as it was t the bathhouse.  He wasn't wearing any underwear.
He had a lot of hair around his cock and dangling balls.

	While we were admiring each other's bodies he told
me.  "Are you aware of the ways men and boys can have fun
with each other?"

	"I have heard stories and always dreaming that
someday I would meet a man to teach me all about sex."

	He answered that by rubbing his body against mine.
He asked if I had enjoyed that.  I assured him that I had.  He
took me into his bedroom, and told me to lay on his bed, so I
did.  He joined me on the bed, and told me to lay on top of
him.  I felt my cock get hard as it pressed against his flesh.

	I loved the feeling of his body hair rubbing all over my
body.  He let out a moan, and told me, "Your smooth body
feels great rubbing against me.  There are more things that
we can do to have more fun."

	"What kind 'a things?'

	He told me, "We can hold each other's cocks and rub
them up and down the same way you saw those men doing at
the bathhouse.  Have you ever masturbated?"

	"What is that?"


	"That's when you rub your cock to make it feel good."

	"I do that sometimes, because it does feels good."

	"Can I show you how to jack-off properly?"  He took
hold of my penis, even before I say anything.  He took hold of
my little penis with a thumb and the tips of two fingers, and
started milking my penis gently.

	I remember that the feeling was the most exciting
feeling I had ever felt.  He told me, "Lay back and he would
make it feel really good."

	He used his free hand to rub all over my body, and it
felt good too.  The longer he did it the better it felt.  I
remember that it felt like I wanted to pee.  When I told him
about that, he told me that it was just a feeling cause because
it felt good.  It will feel a lot better shortly.  That I would find
out what it is like for a man to play with a boy.

	At one point while he was masturbating me with one
hand and he was feeling my body with the other.  At one
point when I thought I was going to pee, but couldn't I felt
him toying with my asshole with a finger, and It felt like I was
going to pass out, and my eyes rolled back and I closed my
eyes.  When I recovered Bill asked, 'Would you like to do it to
me?"

	His cock was very hard and sticking straight up.  I
wapped my right hand around the shaft of his cock, and my
fingers barely touched my thumb.  It was warm and I could
actually feel his pulse pumping through the shaft.  I started
pulling the skin up and down over the purple knob.  On the
down stroke my hand rested in that mass of dark pubic hair.  I
exclaimed, "Woe, it's so hard and hot!"

	He said, "Keep going, and you will see what happens,
when you get older."

	I kept pumping my hand up and down vigorously.  His
cock started throbbing in my hand, and he was moaning.  He
assured me that I was doing a good job.  He told me to take
hold of his balls, and I reached down and held his balls.  I
played with them at his instruction.  I masturbated him until
his cock erupted and shot white cum into the air to fall on his
hairy belly and dribbled down all over my fingers.  I had no
idea what cum was, so I asked him what it was.

	While he relaxed, I felt the slippery liquid between my
fingers than thumb, smelled my fingers and even tasted the
liquid.  He asked me what I thought of it, and I told him that I
loved it.  He told me that cum is what makes babies when put
in women, but it was pure protein and good for the
development of young boys.  He told me to lick it up.  After I
licked his hairy belly clean. I asked him when will I be able to
cum?

	He said, "It will be about 4 or 5 years before you will be
old enough to cum.  Don't worry about it you will be able to
have dry cums until then.  I love to see boys have dry cums.
We spent the rest of the day naked, and masturbated each
other several times before I had to go home.

	When he took me home I asked if he could pick me up
tomorrow.  He agreed to pick me up after he got off work,
and promised to teach me more way to please men.  I had a
hard time going to sleep, because I wondered what he was
planning to teach me.

	I was at the beach most of the day, and it was almost
6:00 pm by the time he found me and invited me to come
home with him.  As soon as were behind closed doors we
took off our clothes and he took me to his bedroom.  He had
me lay on his bed, while he took a jar of Vaseline from his
nightstand.  I watched him with interest while he greased up
his cock.  Then he used his greasy fingers to lubricate my
asshole.  There was no doubt what he wanted to do, and it
frightened me.  I couldn't believe he could stick that thing in
my butt.

	He leaned over me and whispered how much he loved
me, and wanted to show me how much by making me his
pussy boy!  He warned me that if I didn't relax my asshole it
would hurt a lot.  He picked up my legs and rolled me up into
ball with my butt sticking up in the air.  He aimed his cock at
my little pink asshole.  I doubt he could have got it in if he
hadn't greased it up so much.  I lay there sweating as much as
him while he fucked me.  By the dime he squirted his load in
my ass I was almost ready to pass out.  I felt like the room
was spinning.

	I had to lay there for several minutes before I could
move.  My asshole was throbbing with every heart best.  It
was all I could do to turn around and suck his cock clean.  He
made sure to clean my asshole up and apply something that
felt cold to take some of the sting away.  He took me home
afterwards.

	A few weeks later he asked me if I would like to party
with him and a friend of his.  I couldn't refuse him anything.  I
believed if I refused he wouldn't make love to me again.

	The next time he picked me up he had another man
with him.  The man looked as old as him.  When they picked
me up I sat between them on the bench seat of the Chevy.
While Bill drove us to his home the other man had my dick
out and was playing with it all the way to Bill's house.

	This time I was sucking their cocks while the other ore
was fucking my ass.  I swallowed both of their cum before
having to be taken home.  By the end of summer I was even
visiting the bathhouse to suck every cock there.  the men
would line up to fuck my ass.

	I couldn't hide my sexual preference for ever.  My
mother cried uncontrollably for days.  She wrung her hands
and wondered what she had done wrong.  My father was
furious and spanked me with a belt.  He even forced he to go
to our priest to confess my sin.  The priest took me to a
private room and let me suck his cock.  My father never
spoke to me again.

	I became the sweetheart of every horny old man in
Boston.



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