Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 20:08:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: John is a Sub (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/m, m/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual
acts of boy's and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                              John is a Sub
                                   By
                                  Wolf

	I was a fourteen-year-old, named John, growing up near an
Illinois corn field when I had my first encounter with sex.  My parents
and younger brother lived in a cluster of residential homes near a large
corn field with a couple of acres allowed to go fallow.  The local boys
used the dirt field to play sports almost year round.  I was a tall
youngster, but had a hard time getting my weight up to 130 pounds.

	Both of my parents worked, so I had to look after my younger
brother during their absence.  Having to look after him didn't allow
much time to interact with guys my age.  I guess you could call me the
obedient son, and as a result I didn't have many friends.  I didn't get to
participate in a lot of the sand lot games.

	Of course I was not very coordinated, as a result I was always the
last picked when I tried to play with the local boys.  On this particular
day as the teams were being selected, as usual I was the last player
selected.  The captain of my team was a sixteen-year-old, named
Clarence.  He was at least twenty pounds heavier than me.  He was well
built, and one of those guys that was already shaving daily.  He was a
strong athlete, and lettered in three sports at the local high school.  On
the other hand, I hated physical education classes at school, and had very
little experience with anything sexual.  The only thing I had ever done is
look at the guys in the shower after gym class.  I was not well endowed
and envied the guys that were well endowed.

	While we were playing baseball I constantly admired the bulge in
the front of his jeans.  Our team lost the game of course, and Clarence
confronted me for losing the game, because of the errors I had
committed during the game.  Then he challenged me for constantly
looking at his package.  The minute he confronted me about that, I had
no response for his challenge, and my eyes lowered right to the front of
his pants.  He told me that I would have to make it right with him,
because he was the team captain.

	I tried to protest that I was not the only reason the team had lost,
there was plenty of blame to go around.  He rebutted that I needed to
learn some respect.  We started wrestling with each other on the dirt
field.  He was much stronger than me, and very quickly he had me down
on the ground.  He sat on my chest with my arms pinned to the ground
by his knees.  My face was so close to the crotch of his jeans that I could
feel the heat, and smell the odor of his warm crotch.  The bulge in his
pants testified that he was a well endowed young man.

	The other boys had gathered around us, to watch the action.
Clarence told me that he would let me up until I kissed his cock in front
of the other guys.  They were all laughing of course, and cheering him
on.  When I gave up struggling he pulled the buttons open on his jeans
and pulled out a good six inch cock.  He pulled on it until it was fully
engorged with blood and pre-cum was dripping from the opening, then
he wiped the head of his cock against my lips, until I opened my mouth.
He inserted the head of his cock into my mouth.  He continued jacking
off until he squirted his load of cum into my mouth.  He forced me to
swallow most of it.  As he was stuffing his cock back into his cock back
into his jeans, he said, "You will make a good cocksucker!"

	He did help me to my feet, before I ran home.  The memory of
the assault remained the only thing I thought about for days.  I knew
what he had said was true.  I liked sucking cock.  I spent a lot of time
fantasizing about being used by Clarence.  He was one of those guys that
had dropped out of school.

	After that day whenever I was participating in gym class at
school I could not resist checking out the other guys cock while
showering.  Later that night, I would fantasize about various guys that I
found attractive, and they would use me sexually.  I lacked the nerve to
act on my fantasies though.

	I was 21-years-old before I leaned about anal sex.  I worked up
the nerve to enter an adult book store.  I milled around until I made my
way to the back of the store where I found video booths.  I found a
booth that was empty and entered.  I deposited a couple of quarters and
sat down to watch the action on the monitor.  In the darkened booth I
noticed a hole in the wall of the booth.  I couldn't resist looking through
the hole into the next booth.  There was a man sitting in there, with his
cock out.  He was masturbating while staring at the monitor.  His cock
was huge compared to my own.  He saw me looking through the hole,
and asked me if I wanted to touch it.

	I said yes of course.  My heart was pounding to fast that it was
pounding in my ears.  I watched as the man stood up and poked his cock
through the hole.  I heard him say, "Suck it!"

	I couldn't resist sucking on it.  I swear that the head of his cock
filled my whole mouth, right to my throat.  After I had sucked on him
for a short time, I heard him say, "I want you to follow out of here!"

	He pulled his cock back, and stuffed it into his pants, before
exiting the booth.  I was stunned into inaction for a moment.  I quickly
followed the man out of the store.  When we were outside he paused
long enough for me to catch up with him.  He told me his name was
Bryan.  He was a much older man, and he assured me that his wife was
not home, and for me to accompany him home.

	When we were behind closed doors, he was very gentle with me.
He hugged and kissed me, while he was undressing me.  He sat in his
favorite chair and had me suck his cock until he filled my mouth with
cum, and made me swallow it.  He made arrangements with me whereby
he would call me whenever his wife was away.  I would visit him, and
suck his cock dry.  Eventually he informed me that they were moving
away.  I was lost until I bet Kent.

	He was not as tall as Bryan, but he was a hell of a lot more
aggressive.  He not only had me suck his cock regularly, he eventually
insisted that he had to fuck me.  The idea of him sticking his thing in my
asshole frightened me, but also excited my cock.  My throat was dry,
when I agreed to let him do it to me, but only if he used protection.

	He produced a Trojan, which he opened with his teeth, and put it
on his cock.  He moved behind me, and used both hands to spread my
butt, before he maneuvered his stiff cock against my asshole.  I reached
back and placed my hands on his hips to stop him when he had forced
about half of his cock into my ass.  Kent was not about to be stopped.
He didn't care about how much he was hurting me.  He pulled on my
hips pulling me backwards onto the full length of his cock.  He brutally
started slapping his body against my virgin ass.

	Kent was a true Top, and would not allow me to use him the way
he used me.  He called me is pussy-boy.  Regardless of the pain in my
ass, I found it very pleasurable being used so roughly.  He was well
endowed.  While he fucked my ass his balls sung back and forth,
slapping my balls.  I gave up and submitted to my fate.  We were both
sweating like pigs by the time he rammed home and filled his condom
with cum.  By the time we drifted apart, because he wanted a new pussy
slave, I was a hopeless bottom boy.

	I still live in Illinois, near Rockford, 90 miles west of Chicago.  I
have several friends that are happy to use me the way I like.  When I am
particularly horny, I make the trip to Chicago to frequent some rough
trade bars.  I just love those hairy men that wear only bike chaps.  I love
the sight of their dangling cock and hairy assholes.  Their beards tickle
when they kiss me.  I have submitted to being tied down to a bed while
they use me.  They hot wax my body to insure I don't have body hair,
before they fuck me.



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