Date: Mon, 03 May 2010 13:57:48 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Boy Lover (gay/adult youth oral, anal, b/M, b/M...)

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acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
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                               Boy Lovers
                                   By
                                  Wolf

	When I was ten-years-old my family lived in Buena Park, Orange
County, California.  Buena Park is the home of Knots Berry Farms.
After World War II the Knots family grew boysenberries and the wife
sold fried chicken and boysenberry pies alongside Beach Boulevard.  The
business grew into a profitable canning industry and the chicken grew
into a restaurant.  Some of the berry fields were dedicated for a western
ghost town and later an amusement park with thrill rides.  My family
didn't live very far from where the fields used to be.

	Both of my parents worked leaving me and my sister in the care
of a neighbor after school.  She was older than me, and we didn't get
along very well.

	I was a 10-year-old at the time and small for my age.  All of my
classmates were bigger than me.  My passion was surfing.  I begged my
parents for a 'Hobie' surfboard, until they broke down and bought me a
used board and an old wetsuit that had to be cut down for me.  I drove
people crazy to take me down Beach Blvd. to Huntington Beach, where
I would spend hours learning to surf.  I hated it when the older guys
called me a "Grimy" (gremlin= an annoying mall creature under foot).  I
did lean, and become a pretty good surfer.

	At that time I met an older cousin, named Bill.  He was 20-years-
old, and was staying with us while he was attending a local college to
complete his bachelor's degree.  My parents gave him the spare bedroom.
He was every bit a man.  I even got a look at his cock and I swear it was
8-inches long.

	I was told to leave Bill alone so that he could do his homework.
He would also help me with my homework.  You know that I would not
leave him alone.  I was always pestering him to hurry up and finish his
homework, so he could take me to the beach.

	I was an innocent boy, never having experienced any type of
sexual stimulation and not even understanding my own body.  All I
could think about was the fact that I was smaller than all of the boys my
age.  On one of those days when he didn't have classes, I got home from
school as usual.  I changed out of my school clothes as usual and put on
some casual clothes.  I went looking for Bill.  I will never forget the first
time we played with each other.  It feels like just yesterday.

	When I entered Bill's bedroom, I found him sitting on the bed
with his back against the headboard.  He was dressed in his usual attire
while home, soccer shorts in black and very short, a tank top.  Books and
papers were scattered all about the bed. It was not the usual clutter that
got my attention.  When I sat down on the stool by his drafting table, I
saw that the stacks of colorful magazines on the bed were pictures of
men and women engaged in oral copulation.  I a little about sex, but had
no clue about what that was all about.  I was about to get a thorough
education.

	My cousin looked at me with a study gaze as he reached for the
stack of the magazines.  He said, "These are not for you!"

	I laughed and said, "I have seen those kinds of magazines
before."

	He placed them on the opposite side of his body from me.  I told
him that I didn't care about them, but my curiosity got the best of me.  I
asked him to show them to me.  Bill toyed with me for awhile before he
agreed to show them to me if I promised not to tell anyone about what
he was showing me.  He asked me to sit next to him, as he pulled one of
the magazines and allowed me to open it.  While I was studding the
pictures, he asked me questions and explained what I was looking at for
the first time.

	My mind was on overload.  My little wiener was fully erect and
pressing against my shorts.  I didn't understand what was happening to
me.  The images were mesmerizing to me.  I could not take my eyes off
of those naked bodies as they engaged in cock sucking and the men
sticking their cocks into the pussies and assholes of the women with large
tits.  Just when the pictures began to be repetitive is when Bill discarded
that magazine and produced another magazine.  This one depicted
teenage boys doing the same things the men had been doing to women in
the previous magazine.  They were sucking each other's cocks and
sticking their cocks in each other's assholes.

	I was amazed that guys could do that to each other and in
complete awe.  Bill was continuing to explain to me what was going on.
He asked me, "What do you think about these pictures?"

	In all innocence I asked, "Have you ever done thing like that
yourself?"

	He said, "I have done it all with both boys and girls!"

	I asked him who he had done it with.  He hinted that I knew one
of them.  I had no idea who he was talkingabout.  Then he asked me if
my dick was hard.  I told him that I was not sure.  He said that his was,
as he lifted the magazine off of his lap to show me his crotch.  His shorts
were tented up and I could see his balls peeking out of the left leg of his
shorts.  His cock was leaning over the crease of his right leg.  We looked
into each other's eyes and giggled like school girls.  Then he asked me,
"Do you want to touch it?"

	I was not sure how I should respond.  My parents had always
told me not to let anyone touch my privates.  I was very excited about
the prospect of touch such a big looking dick, but I was reluctant to do
so.  Bill just took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on his boner.  I
could feel the heat right through his rayon shorts.  He cock felt like it
was as big around as my own wrist.  While I was squeezing his cock he
placed his hand on my lap and started playing with my little boner,
through my shorts.  He cautioned me not to squeeze too hard.  He told
me how nice it felt to have me touch him.  That inspired me to squeeze
him even more.  He asked me if I like him touching me.  I could not
speak, so I just nodded my head up and down.

	Before my mother got home from work, Bill had talked me into
letting him suck on my cock and lick my butt.  It felt so thrilling that
when he pulled the front of his shorts down exposing his cock and balls I
was willing to take his cock into my mouth.  When I felt the slippery
liquid seeking out of the opening in his dick, he had to explain that it was
pre-cum.  (I still thrill at the taste of pre-cum.)  I was hooked.  From that
day for the next year and a half we experimented with everything
pictured in his magazines.

	The very second afternoon I sucked his cock until he came in my
mouth.  Bill extolled me to swallow his cum.  I was drinking his cum
sometimes twice a day.  However as much as we tried he was never able
to penetrate my virgin asshole.  I guess my asshole was just too small for
his cock.  I could never understand how boys even younger than me
could get cocks in their asshole in the pictures.  I lived to please him.  I
was truly in love with him.  I would have allowed him to do anything to
me, even fuck my ass.  He knew it hurt me too much when he tried to
stick that large mushroom of a cock into my asshole.  He didn't want to
risk injuring me, I guess.

	Nevertheless, his favorite activity was sticking his tongue into my
asshole for long periods of time.  When my asshole was sufficiently
sloppily wet he would press the head of his cock against my asshole.  He
would use his hand to jack off until he would squirt gobs of his white
cum all over my butt.  I loved the sounds he made while he was
climaxing.  I loved nothing more than to please him.  By the time he
completed his studies he needed to finish his Bachelors degree and
moved out, I had already had my first cum.  I came in his mouth when I
was about eleven and a half.  It broke my heart when he returned to his
parent's home.  I was very depressed for about six months.  My family
never knew the true reason why I missed Bill so much.

	I through myself into surfing every chance I got.  It took me
awhile to get over my puppy love for my cousin.  I also found out that
other cousins and guy my age were as curious about sex as I was.  The
truth was, I was not interested in kids all that much.  I had developed a
taste for older men's cocks.

	When I was practicing piano under the supervision of a music
teachers aide I noticed how close he stood behind me while I practiced.
I could feel his breathe on my neck and it made my dick hard.  I grew
bold and when he sat next to me on the bench to show me the correct
tempo I placed my hand on the crotch of his pants.  When he recovered
from the shock he kissed me.  I went under the piano and opened his
pants, so that I could suck his cock.  My tutoring would end with mutual
blowjobs after that.  I also discovered that the art gallery manager had a
taste for young boys.  Whenever I needed a little love I would visit the
gallery close to closing.  We would give each other blowjobs.  All that
did was make me aware of the possibilities of sex with adult men.

	Eventually I noticed the men hanging around the public bathroom
where my soccer team practiced.  When I saw a man in a bathroom
milking his cock for my benefit, I agreed to get into his van.  I was 14-
years-old by that time.  I assumed that we would find a secluded place
and jack each other off and suck cocks, like all of my other adult
relationships I had done to me.  However this man had other plans.

	While we were looking for a place where we would have some
privacy, I told him that I was a butt virgin.  That seemed to excite him a
lot.  As soon as he found a place that suited him he pulled me into the
back of his van and took his pants and shorts off before he stripped me
of all of my clothes.  He made me suck his cock while he held onto my
head and rammed his cock deep into my throat.  It almost choked me,
and scared the hell out of me.  When he was satisfied that his cock was
as hard as he wanted, he forced me to kneel n the floor of the van face
down on the carpet.  He spit on my asshole and grabbed me by the hips
and shoved his cock deep into my ass.  The pain was like a red hot poker
had been shoved up my ass.  I was whimpering like a baby and begging
him to stop.  I was in for a long fucking.  He even fucked my ass so
many times I lost count before he allowed me to get dressed and he
returned me to where he had picked me up.

	The experience left me fucked up for several years.  I would not
dabble in gay sex again until I was in college.  I fell in love with my
faculty advisor.  I would suck his cock during office hours and
occasionally even party with him in places I felt safe that he could not
fuck me without me getting away.  I was a junior before I went to a
party and got drunk.  A man much older than me got me in an empty
bedroom and fucked me.  It didn't hurt all that much this time.  Just the
same I didn't allow anyone to fuck me again until I was over 30-years-
old.

	The memories of the previous fucking started to arouse me.  I
would jack off while picturing what that man that raped me filled my
head.  For some reason I could not forget the taste of his dirty cock.  It
tasted like he had not bathed in days.  There was head cheese under his
foreskin that tasted bitter.  Just the memory of the feeling of is cock
being forced into my ass was like living it all over again.  He had even
made me suck his cock clean of his cum, my bloody discharge and shit
residue on his cock.  It would give me a raging hard-on and I would jack
off so many times that my cock would swell up and stay hard for days.
It is worth knotting that I am one of those guys that have a tight
foreskin.

	I only cover a portion of the mushroom head and caused my head
to never get as large as guys that were circumcised.  It is painful to pull
the skin back enough to expose the head completely when I am hard.  As
a result I also have a smelly and bitter tasting headcheese under the base
of the head and foreskin most of the time.  The only time I can retract
the skin is when it is soft.  Some men find it disgusting, while some guys
are aroused to smell and taste my cock.  As I grow older I find myself
being attracted to younger and younger youths.



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