Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 15:27:28 -0500 (EST)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Brooklyn Boy Becomes a Queen (gay/adult youth, oral, m/M)

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acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                 Brooklyn Boy Becomes a Queen
                             By
                            Wolf

	I was living with my grandmother in Brooklyn, NY when I was
introduced to my true calling.  I was a slim boy of only four-feet tall.  My
name is John.  I remember that I was 10-years-old and school was out
for the summer.  I was sitting on the stoop of the apartment building
my family lived in.  I was watching the vegetable man delivering
prearranged bundles of vegetables to various apartments, when he
stopped in front of me and asked me if I would like a job for the
summer helping him.

	I assured him that I would like that.  I led him to my
grandmother's apartment.  He told my grandmother that he had
offered me a job helping him deliver vegetables during the summer, and
how much he was willing to pay me.  I assured her that I wanted to
work for him.  With her permission, I started work that day.

	I remember that he was clean shaven.  I thought he was a
handsome man, with a nice smile.  I never knew how old he was, but I
would have guessed that he was about fifty-years-old.  I followed him
around his rounds, as I learned how to go about making the deliveries.
Fortunately the vegetables were pre-paid, so I didn't have to collect
money.  If had been carrying around money I would have been an easy
target for any bullies in the area.

	One afternoon a few days into my training we were in a small
vestibule, and I was holding a package in my arms, waiting for the man
to ring the doorbell.  Instead of ringing the bell he knelt down on one
knee, and started rubbing my penis through my pants.  I was confused
by what he was doing, but it felt good, so I didn't say anything.  On
several following day he would sometime find a secluded place to rub
my crotch again.  Several days later he took me home with him.  I never
told my grandmother about what he did to me.  I thought I would lose
my job if I did.  What he was doing didn't hurt me, and the more I
thought about it the more I liked the feeling.  We were becoming good
friends.

	Another day when we were at one of the apartments houses we
delivered vegetables to the vestibule door wasn't locked, so we just
walked in.  Instead of walking up the stairs as usual he took me to the
staircase leading down to the basement.  After a few steps down the
stairs he stopped and took the package out of my hands and placed it
on the staircase.  He was behind me on the staircase and reached
around my body so that he could rub my penis again.  I was enjoying the
feeling as usual.  I would have done anything to please him.  I trusted
him so I didn't think of objecting to him touching my privates.  I didn't
object as he unzipped my pants, and put his hand inside my fly.  He
rubbed the bare skin of my penis, while he kissed me on my neck.  I
vividly remember how protected and good it felt to be in his arms.
After a few minutes he turned me around, and stepped down a few
more steps, so that his head was level with my crotch, so that he could
take my cock into his mouth and massage my balls.  I know that I was
unable to cum, but it felt wonderful.  On other days he would find a
secluded place and suck me again.  He was sucking my penis every day
and sometimes several times a day.  One day he asked, "Would you like
to suck my cock?"

	I wasn't sure I wanted to do that, but I trusted him, so I figured it
would be okay.  I remember him telling me that some fluid would come
out of his cock, but not to be worried about it.  I was just the fluid that
makes babies when it is put in women.  He assured me that it was pure
protean and would not hurt me to swallow it.  I took his cock into my
mouth and started sucking him the same way he had been sucking me.
He assured me that I didn't have to swallow his fluid the first time.

	The more I sucked him, the more I enjoyed doing it.  It was
reassuring the way he stroked my head while I was sucking him.  I even
like the smell and taste of his cock.  I was so absorbed with sucking him
that I didn't stop when he warned me that he was about to cum.  My
first reaction was to spit it out, but I wanted to find out what it tasted
like.  After rolling the slimy gob around on my tongue I swallowed it.

	When he was finished squirting his load he asked me if I was
okay.  I assured him that I was fine.  He told me that what we were
doing had to be our secret.  I told him that I would never tell my
grandmother about what we were doing.  He asked me if I liked sucking
him.  I knew at that instant that, "YES...ILOVED IT!"

	Over the rest of the summer we sucked each other and we
kissed like lovers do in movies.  We eventually went to his home where
we would undress before sucking cocks.  I saw that his body was
hairless except for his head.  I didn't even know that adult men had
pubic hair under their arms and around their genitalia, until I was old
enough to start growing pubic hair myself.

	I hated it when summer came to an end, but eventually it did.  I
had to go back to school.  While at school I became aware that the guys
hated COCKSUCKERS.  I was a dirty word.  Luckily I had not told anyone
about sucking my boss off all summer, or that I liked cock sucking.

	During the school year I continued working for him on
weekends.  Before the end of the school year arrived I was broken
hearted when I went to his apartment and found out that there was a
new tenant in the apartment.  I never earned where he went.

	I will always remember him lovingly and think of him often.  I
taught me so much that year.  I would have loved finding another adult
to have sex with, but I had no idea how to find such a man.

	When I was in my first year of high school I met this 14-year-old
guy, named Billy that I became friends with.  Shortly after meeting him
he asked me if I wanted to stay at his house some night.  It was okay
with my grandmother, so I arranged for a day when I would go home
with him.  That night when we were getting ready for bed, he simply
stripped completely.  He told me that he never wears anything in bed,
so I opted to not wear anything either.  It was only a few minutes before
he was touching me and I was feeling him too.  We took turns sucking
each other before we went to sleep.  We became the best of friends
over the year and we got around to trying anal sex.  When I got used to
having my asshole stretched I loved it.  He was never crazy about me
fucking him, but he just loved fucking me and sucking cock.

	By the time I reach adulthood I was a confirmed cock sucking
queen.  Luckily New York City had a large gay community.



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