Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2017 16:31:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: David's Story (Gay/Adult Youth, oral anal, b/m, b/MMM)
Adult Youth, oral anal, b/m, b/MMM
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
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.
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David's Story
By
Wolf
My family lived alongside a canal that in its day
provided power for a water wheel that began the industrial
revolution in the United States. There had been a housing
boom after World War II. The housing development backed
up to the canal.
I was an only child, so I developed an attachment to an
older boy next door. He was kind enough to play with me. I
had a collection of plastic toy soldiers, tanks and planes. We
played war games in the back yards next to the canal.
He was a cool guy that was a 13-year-old teenager that
I admired and looked up to. I was much younger than him, so
it was natural for me to follow his lead. One day when I got
home from school I went looking for Louie. His mother didn't
think he was in the house and suggested that she thought he
was in the back yard.
I went into the back yard and saw that he had set up a
pup tent on the level bench next to the canal. Down there on
the flat area Louie had set up an old military oiled canvas pup
tent. I waked down the slope to the lower level and got
down on my knees to poke my head in the flap of the heavily
oilier tent.
The smell of the waterproofing of the oil and musty
tent was overpowering. It was dark inside the tent except for
a single flashlight. I could see Louie's face eliminated in the
yellow glow of the flashlight. He was sitting there with his
hard dick in hand. I had never seen his dick before and it
looked very large to me. Seeing him playing with his cock was
so hot looking. His cock looked like mine in that we were
both circumcised, but his was so much larger. I was
fascinated by his actions even thought I had barley started
fourth grade. I thought that what he was doing looked like
more fun than playing with toy soldiers.
He was embarrassed at first, but soon realized that I
was fascinated by what he was doing. He invited me to come
in and join him. As soon as I closed the flap behind me he
invited me to take my penis out and join him in jacking off.
I lay beside him and I started copying his actions, but
he soon took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock, and
took hold of mine. We jacked each other off. Of course I was
too young to cum, but he squirted white stuff all over my
hand. He insisted that I lick my hand clean. There was very
little taste, so when he told me to lick his cock clean I did so.
He placed his hand on the back of my head and when I was
licking the head he forced my head down. I had to take his
cock into my mouth. He got another hard-on and fucked my
mouth until he squirted a few drops into my mouth.
We had to pull our pants up when we head his mother
call him to dinner. I waited until he was in the house before
exited the back yard through a side gate. We would find
ways to get together three or four times a week to play with
each other. I would suck his cock dry whenever he wanted.
He would suck mine too. Our relationship continued for
several years. It only ended when his family moved away to
another town.
I was devastated at the loss of my friend. I was far too
shy to approach any other boy, so I was reduced to jacking off
at every opportunity. Of course I was caught many times and
punished for abusing myself as my mother proclaimed. As a
result of her condemnation I sought out places where I could
be assured of privacy to masturbate.
By the time I was eleven I had matured enough to
produce clear pre-cum when I masturbated. I was still young
enough that my pubis was hairless.
At about that time I found an empty house a little ways
down the canal. I discovered that the back door was not
locked and the housed was empty. The only place to sit was
the toilet in the bathroom. I hid my collection of Frederic's
catalogs and a few other pictures of naked women in the
medicine cabinet.
Late one afternoon I was in the bathroom sitting on the
toilet with my pants and underwear around my ankles. I was
holding a picture of a naked woman in one hand and I was
using my other hand to masturbate.
It startled me when the bathroom door opened and a
man was standing in the door. I dropped the photo and
reached for my pants and struggled to pull them up, but my
underwear prevented me from getting the pants all of the
way up. I was just about to stand to finish pulling them up
when the man held up his hand, and said, "Don't let me
interrupt you."
I froze with my pants still mid-thigh and looked at the
man. I was old enough to be my father. He didn't look
anything mike my father though. He had a full head of hair,
where my father's was almost bald. He had a full beard,
where my father was clean shaven. This He was dressed in a
sports shirt and slacks.
It startled me when he approached. There was no
escape for me. I feared he was about to strike me, but he
gently reached out and gently grasped my penis. He
masturbated me while saying, "Everyone masturbates and it
is a fortunate man to find a kindred spirit to share the
pleasure with! Have you ever masturbated anyone before?"
I was stunned having a grown man playing with my
penis, so I couldn't lie, "A neighbor boy taught me how to
masturbate him years ago."
The man continued gently milking my penis for me. He
used the other hand to unzip his own pants and pulled out his
own cock and balls. I was fascinated with his cock because it
looked different from any cock I had ever seen. Every penis I
had ever seen looked like mine. This man's penis was about
five inches long, but there was tight skin almost covering the
head of his cock. I could see that the head under the skin was
shaped almost like mine. He placed my hand on his cock, and
I wrapped my fingers around it and milked him like he was
doing to me.
When I pull the skin covering his cock back it pulled the
skin covering the head back but it also pulled the head back
until he winced in pain.
"Son, my foreskin is so tight that it hurts to pull it back
that much. I have to be very careful when I clean under the
skin."
I had to ask him why he had skin covering his head, and
he told me that all males have skin covering their heads. But
for medical reasons a lot of parents have the skin on boys cut
away at birth. That was news to me and it explained the scar
around the base of the head.
I moved close enough to smell his cock, while
continuing to masturbate him. The man moved even closer
until the tip of his cock touched my lips. I opened my mouth
and took most of his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock,
while he rested his hands on my head. When he started to
squirt his load of cum into my mouth I tried to pull my head
away but he held my head firmly until he had finished
cumming in my mouth.
After he finished milking the last drop into my mouth
he talked to me. It seemed he had bought the house. It only
took him a few weeks before the house was painted and he
had moved into the house. He gave me a key to the back
door, and assured me that I was free to visit anytime.
School let out by three but he didn't get home from
work until six, but I could enter his house unseen by
neighbors from the canal and take advantage of his home to
masturbate as much as I wanted. Of course I would have
leave before he would get home because I would have to
change clothes before dinner. After dinner and my
homework completed I was free to visit the man.
We would masturbate each other and suck each
other's cocks. While I would suck his cock he would wet a
finger and toy with my asshole. It was strangely exciting to
have him play with my ass while I sucked his cock. Over a
couple of months I was so comfortable with him playing with
my ass that when he suggested that it was about time that he
teach me about breeding young boys.
I had a pretty good idea what he was suggesting, but I
feared that it would hurt too much. I couldn't deny him
anything and agreed to try. He was very careful with me. He
suggested that it would help make it easier if he gave me an
enema first. I had never enjoyed getting an enema at my
mother's hands, but I figured it might make it easer.
He led me naked to his bathroom where he made sure
the temperature of the water was not too hot or cold before
filling the water battle. Then then he had me knee on the
bathroom tiled floor with my butt in the air. He greased up
the nozzle with Vaseline and inserted it slowly into my ass.
The moment he released the clamp of the hose I felt the
water filling my colon. It felt like my lower tummy was being
distended until it was almost painful. I pleaded with him to
let me relieve myself, but assured me the bag was almost
empty. When he finally closed the clamp and helped me to
my feet he told he to hold it until I was seated on the toilet.
It was all I could do to hold it in until I was seated. When I
relaxed my sphincter there was an explosion of dirty water
splashing in the bowel. I even felt cold water splashing my
butt. The bathroom was filled with the stench of my waist.
He repeated the procedure again to insure that my colon was
clean. After flushing the toilet he sprayed air freshener
before leading me to his bedroom.
He placed me in the middle of the bed and poisoned
himself between my legs, before taking hold of my ankles and
placing my heels on his shoulders. Then he used the same
Vaseline to lubricate my asshole and his cock before pressing
his cock against my asshole. It was painful going in and I
pleaded with him to stop, but he assured me that I would get
used it. He fucked me until he had an orgasm. He allowed
me to lower my legs.
He jacked me off until I had an orgasm, then he rolled
me over and fucked me again. That set the president for our
visits. Every opportunity I got I made a bee line to his house.
One evening while we were making out on his couch
the doorbell rang. He stood up and put his cock back in his
pants and zipped up the fly before answering the door. I
heard muffled male voices before he returned to the living
room, followed by another man.
I almost panicked seeing a strange man following him.
The man was interesting looking though. He was almost
completely bald but he had a goatee and mustache. There
was hair sticking out of the open collar of his short sleeved
shirt. His arms were covered with tattoos, and he was
wearing tight fitting jeans.
When he saw me trying to cover up my exposed penis
and balls with my hands he smiled at me, "What a sweet
looking twiker!"
He was told that my name was David, and they sat
down on either side of me. The two of them pulled my hands
away from my crotch. There was no way I could resist them.
The new man kissed me on the mouth with tongue. I had
never kissed a man with facial hair and it was strange feeling.
The two of them peeled my clothes off.
When I was totally naked they had me kneel on the
coffee table so that they would use me. The host stuck his
cock in my mouth while the guest stuck his cock in my ass. I
couldn't believe my luck. I became addicted to being gang
fucked after that. I begged my friend to arrange parties for
me. I got away with having parties with as many as 6 men at
a time for several years.
My parents kicked me out when they discovered my
collection of photographs of me having sex with men.
If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to
write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality,
please send your outline to pomowolf74@yahoo.com