Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 22:15:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cyber Cafe (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
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Cyber Cafe
By
Wolf

	When I was 16-years-old my family didn't have an
internet connection.  I learned from friends about websites
that contained porn, so I went to a local cyber café to use
their connection.  We were from Allahabad, Utter Pradesh,
India.

	The café was owned by a man that was a good family
friend.  His son was the one that ran the café.  He was about
25-years-old.  I never thought it strange that anytime we met
he would give me a kiss on the cheek, even though it
embarrassed me.

	I stated making it a habit to visit the café and try to find
a location to sit where I would have a measure of privacy, so
that I could long into porn sights.  Being relatively naive I
found a site that contained straight porn.  I would get a hard-
on watching videos of straight sex of men with large cocks
getting their cocks sucked and fucking sexy women in their
pussies and ass.

	One day I was watching a particularly graphic video of a
particular guy with a big cock fucking a blonde with big tits in
the ass.  I was so engrossed in the action on the monitor hat I
wasn't aware the son of the owner had moved behind me
and was watching the monitor over my shoulder.

	It startled me when he bent over and whispered in my
ear, "When you cum, I will give you a tissue to cleanup
afterwards.  He gave me a peck on the cheek and
disappeared in the back room.  When he reemerged he was
carrying a hand full of tissues.  He handed them to me, and as
he bent over my shoulder he noticed that that my pants were
tented up.  He reached down and unzipped my pants and
slipped his hand inside my pants and stroked my penis for
about five minutes.  He even ran his thumb over the head
spreading the pre-cum all over the head.  He removed his
hand and licked his thumb and ran his thumb over my lips.

	He was from southern India, so he was almost as dark
as an African black.  He was muscular but not chubby.  He
was hairy all over, and he had a thick bushy pubic hair, as well
as his ass.  He had big man tits.  His height was 180 cm, 70 to
75 kg, black hair and dark brown eyes.

	I was stunned sitting there, and my immature mind was
afraid he would tell my parents.  I also feared I was living the
last moments of my life as I knew it.

	He stuffed his hand back in my pants and took hold of
my penis again.  He stroked it until I was about to cum, and
he used his other hand to press the tissues against my hard
cock to capture the cum.  He carefully wiped my penis clean
and wadded the tissues into a ball.  He carried the tissue way,
and tossed it in a trash can.

	I zipped up my pants and was about to leave when he
said, "Come with me to the storeroom, and help me a bit."

	I didn't know what he wanted but wasn't sure he
wasn't planning on telling my parents, so I followed in into
the storeroom.  He closed the door behind us and locked it.  I
assumed he didn't want to be disturbed or that he just didn't
want any storeroom dust getting into the main café area.

      He went towards a pile of papers, and turned, "I forgot to
kiss you."

      Before I could say anything, he started kissing my cheek,
and slowly worked his way around to my lips.  I just stood
there as he drove his tongue into my mouth, and he was
rubbing his rough hands all over my upper body.  I started
rubbing his body with my hands too.

      He unfastened the front of my pants and pulled his pants
and briefs down to my knees and knelt before me.  It was so
surreal to feel him take my cock into his mouth and suck on
me, like he knew what he was doing.  He sucked my cock until
I came in his mouth and he made sure to lick and suck every
drop from my cock.  He encouraged me to return the favor.

	I had never dreamed about sucking another guy's cock
before, but I felt obligated to do it for him.  He pulled his cock
out, and skinned back the foreskin, before I got a chance to
see it.  He gave me instruction, and I did as he told me.  I
found that I didn't mind the taste and I sucked his cock like he
told me.  He even placed his hands on my head and virtually
fucked my mouth.  He did warn me when he was about to
cum, and I pulled back a little to give him room to squirt his
load of cum into my mouth.  It was strange to feel his warm
cum squirting into my mouth.  There was very little taste as I
swallowed his cum.

	The next day when I arrived at the café he insisted on
me going to his house.  I assumed we were going to suck
cocks again, and was very excited at the prospect.  I was
leaking pre-cum all the way there.  By the time we got to his
home there was a wet sport on the front of my pants.

	His home was typical single man's unkempt man cave,
even the drawing room.  There were newspapers on the
coffee table, and laundry scattered here and there.  When we
were inside he led me to the couch in his drawing room and
insisted on hugging and kissing me with tongue before he
started undressing me.  It was very strange to stand there and
allow another guy to take all of my clothes off.  He played
with my dick and balls a little before making me sit down on
the couch, so that he could take off his clothes.

	I admired his physique and he had a hairy chest as well
as a lot of dark pubic hair, and he sported at least a six inch,
uncut cock.  I had never actually seen a cock with foreskin
covering the head of the cock before.  He proudly stood there
skinning the foreskin back and flipping it up and down in front
of my face.  He had me suck him for a short time.

	When he was good and hard he pulled back, and pulled
me to my feet.  I wondered what he had in mind, but didn't
ask.

	He pulled me around to the couch and had me bend
face the overstuffed left arm and bent me over the arm so
that my face was resting where his butt had been sitting.  I
could smell the traces of the odor of his ass.  He spread my
legs and there was a pause while he retrieved something that
turned out to be a tube of KY lubricant.  He greased up his
cock and used his greasy fingers to grease up my asshole.  I
knew what he was planning to do to me and I almost
panicked.  I had seen vides of women being fucked in the ass
but I was frightened by the prospect of him fucking me.

	He used his hands to spread the cheeks of my butt and
he moved his body around until his cock head was lined up
with my asshole, and pressed against my ass.  It hurt like hell
going in, but when he pulled back slightly the pain subsided.
Then he started fucking my ass.  I felt like I was being used
whore, but I loved the feeling of a cock in my ass.  With every
thrust I let out a grunt.  It felt like he had fucked me for an
eternity, but it was not much longer than five minutes.  He
clung to my hips as he squirted cum into my ass.  When he
withdrew his cock from my asshole I felt like my ass was
empty.

	I began to feel cold air on my gaping asshole.  When I
tried to pucker, my asshole closed it hurt like hell.  He told me
it would take a little time before my asshole would relax, and
don't worry it will get easier with every fuck.

	After that day, I have been dropping by to get fuck at
least twice a week.  If we didn't use the store room we did it
at his home.  We would cuddle afterwards until my asshole
relaxed.  Even when we had to use the bed for him to fuck
me, he had to remove the sheets form bed.  His house had a
dining room, drawing room connected with both the rooms.
And after crossing the rooms you would reach the kitchen
and a little open space in front of it, where the dining table
actually was.  We use every room to have sex in.  I am
normally the submissive one, but there are time when I get to
fuck him.


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