Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 16:39:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: English Bath Sex, (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/MM)

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
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English Baths Sex
By
Wolf

	My name is Daniel, and I live in a small village in
England, where everyone knew each other, with my mother,
a single parent.  I have to describe myself as a shy 18-year-
old.  The first time I was ever touched by a man was when I
was 12 years old.

	There was an old man living on the same street as my
mother and me.  He was a clean, quiet, soft spoken man.
Mother though he was a nice man.  Who always stopped for
a chat when she met him in the street, and always asked how
I was, and showed her an interest in me, since a very young
age.  I had once stolen some milk off his doorstep, and he had
seen me take it.  I had begged him not to tell my mum about
me stealing his milk.  He said that as long as I was a good boy
from then on he would not tell her, but if I did not behave he
would tell her.  I think he knew then that one day he would
get his opportunity to use this to his advantage as he knew
how strict my mother was with me.

	I had very few friends and she often told me to go to
the three story flats to see if any of the old men needed any
jobs done.  After my visit to the flat my mum would pass on
messages from men saying they needed my help and if I tried
to make an excuse not to go she would get angry with me.  It
was as if she wanted me out of her way.

	One day I was swimming at the local baths when this
man approached me in the changing room.  I think he was at
least 65-years-old, and a short, gray haired man.  It was
obvious that he was enjoying watching me, changing from my
swimming costume back into my street clothes.

	He approached me and put his hand up under the
towel wrapped around my waist, and fondled my cock and
balls rather firmly.  There was nothing gentle about the way
he handled my privates.  Lockley there was no one else in the
room at the time.  I got an erection the instant I felt his hand
grasp my cock.  He stood there next to me, and played with
my cock and balls.  I responded quickly by squirting cum on
the floor of the room.

	He smiled and said, "Good Lad, I will look for you again
next week, and I will bring my friend with me!"

	Although I was feeling a little strange, and embarrassed
by what had just happened, I got dressed, and went home
feeling strangely worked up.  Until that day I had only
dreamed about being the subject of the attention of men,
particularly the gray haired grandfatherly type of men
hanging around the baths.  Just thinking about what had
happened was the reason for my almost having a permanent
erection, and nightly wanking for the next week.  All I could
do was daydream about him as I wanked myself off several
times a night.

	I didn't even know the name of that man, but I looked
for him the following week.  I couldn't hang out all day in the
changing room.  I eventually made my way into the baths to
swim.  I had almost given up the prospect of seeing him.  I
was swimming laps, when I approached the shallow end of
the pool a body was standing in my way.  When I lifted my
head, and water cleared from my eyes, I was looking at the
man from the previous week.

	I stood up in the chest high water.  The man smiled at
me and led me to the side of the pool, where there was
another gray haired man with a beard standing there.  Both
of the men had on competition type of swimming briefs.  The
trunks did little to hide the size of their cocks and balls.  I was
impressed with the size of bulge in their trunks.  They wedged
me between them against the side of the pool.  The way they
positioned their bodies no one around the area could see
them playing with my crotch.  They were rubbing my crotch
vigorously, until I actually squirted through my costume,
creating a milky cloud in the water.  Afterwards he asked me,
"Are you ready to accompany us home?"

	I nodded my head, because I couldn't talk.

	We got out of the pool and changed into our street
clothes.  The two men had me between them, and when we
were alone in the room they played with my cock, and
slipped a finger into my asshole.  When we were dressed I
was embarrassed to be seen with my pants tented out in
front of my body.  They escorted me several blocks to the
man's home, that was on the same street that mum and I
lived on.  He lived on the third floor in a block of flats that
were occupied by other elderly males that overlooked the
street.

	They led me directly up the stairs to the third floor
bedroom.  The two of them quickly undressed me, before
removing their own clothes.  Both of these men had big
potbellies, and plenty of graying body hair.  Their cocks were
rubbery looking things that dangled between their legs, and
the one that my mum knew had a foreskin that didn't quit
cover the entire knob of his cock.  The other man's cock was
just as limp, and his knob was completely covered by his
foreskin.  They wanked their cocks until they had thick
boners.  They took turns sticking their cocks in my mouth.
The bearded man was more interested in my asshole.  He had
some sort of lubricant handy that he used to grease up his
cock and my asshole before he took hold of my hips and
buried his cock in my arse.

	Before I could beg him to pull it out the other man
stuck his cock into my mouth right up to his pubic bone.  My
nose was filled with pubic hair.  My nose was filled with the
smell of his crotch, and my mouth was filled with hot meat.  I
was being fucked at both ends.  When the man in my mouth
was ready to cum he pulled his cock out until only the knob
was in my mouth.  I felt him squirt hot cum into my mouth.  It
had very little taste as I swallowed his cum.  The man with the
beard soon rammed his hips against my ass and held still.
When he pulled his cock out of my ass, I felt a cold draft of air
rush into my asshole, and I felt warm liquid trickling down my
balls.  For all I knew it was blood, but when I wiped my arse
and looked at my fingers it was creamy white cum.

	The two men exchanged places and my mouth was
filled with a wet slimy cock, while my arse was filled with
cock.  They fucked me again.  This time neither man had
much cum to feed me.  When they finished, they surprised
me by each of them sucking off my cock until I came while
the other man tongue fucked my asshole.

	That changed my life forever.  Six years later I can't get
enough sex with older men.  I was to learn that several of the
old men in the flats had a taste for young cock and boy pussy.



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