Date: Mon, 02 Aug 2010 14:17:22 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Little Boy Blue (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/m, b/m m m, m/m, m/MMM)

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                               Little Boy Blue
                                     By
                                    Wolf

	1959 was the year Fidel Castro became Prime Minister of Cuba.
Soviet leader Nikita Khruschev visited the USA.  Xerox manufactured
the Xerox 914, the first plain paper copier.  The first Barbie Doll was
produced by Mattel.  Alaska and Hawaii admitted to the Union as states
even with all of that. the year is probably remembered by members of my
generation as the year Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper
were killed in a small plane crash.

	I was an eight-year-old living in Saratoga, Springs, New York at the
time.  My family lived near the race track and the throbbed horse racing
museum.  We lived on Mitchell Street.  The street did not have curbs.  It
was a small house painted white with an attached single car garage.
There was an alley behind our house that if you headed east would take
you right to the museum parking lot.  There were a total of four children
in my family.  I had two younger brothers and one sister.  Our father was
hardly ever at home.  Mom was the subservient type of woman that
relinquished all authority to males.  Dad had a girlfriend on the side that
consumed a lot of his time.

	His absence allowed me to do pretty much whatever I wanted.  I
could stay out as late as I wanted.  I was a small toe headed boy with
hazel eye, skinny.  I spent a lot of time at my Aunt Margie's house.

	One night when my Aunt and Uncle were not home, their oldest
son, Oscar, called me into their dark bedroom.  He was fifteen-years-old
at the time.  He had dark brown hair and was much taller than me.  It
was so dark he had to lead me by the hand to the bed.  He had managed
to open his pants with one hand and pulled my hand to his cock.  He told
me, "Put your mouth on it!"  When felt it in the dark, at first I thought it
was his thumb.  It felt huge to me and far too soft to be a thumb.  Then I
reanalyzed that it was his cock.  There was no refusing him.  He was
stronger than me.  He placed his hand on the back of my neck and
forcefully pulled my head down into his lap.  I felt that satiny mushroom
head pressed against my lips until I opened my mouth and took that tool
into my mouth.  He encouraged me to bob my head up and down while
he thrust his hips up and down too.  I had no idea what was happening
when he squirted cum in my mouth.  I thought he was peeing at first and
tried to pull my head up, to no avail.  He told me to swallow his cum.  I
was forced to swallow as much as I could.  Some cum did leak out
around the shaft.  I learned quickly that it was not pee.  It was a little
shocking to me to find out what cock sucking was.

	That was the beginning of many a blowjobs I was to give Oscar.
He had me suck him in a variety of times and places.  One time when we
were in the garage he had me sniff his asshole and lick it.  I thought I
would hate doing that but found that I actually liked doing it.  I took
hold of his cock with his balls wresting on my wrist and milked him
while I licked his asshole.  Another time he was babysitting for his
sister's children at her house.

	I had gone along with him.  He put the kids to bed at their
bedtime as normal.  He called his buddies on the phone and invited them
over.  They were called Mike and Jacky over and they brought their
younger brothers with them.  As soon as they arrived they excused
themselves to us the bathroom.  Oscar took me by the hand and followed
them to the bathroom, where he made give the two of them blowjobs.
They took turns sitting on the toilet while the other sat on the rim of the
tub, watching me suck cocks.  It was like I was being passed around
from one dick to another.  Jacky's younger brother wouldn't let me suck
his dick.

	Nothing in the world embarrassed me more that having a boy
refusing let me suck his cock.  I felt like a tramp with cum dripping from
my chin.  I ran and hid in his sister's bedroom.  The guy that wouldn't let
me suck his cock came in and dragged me out from under the bed.  He
tossed me on top of the bed and took off my jeans and underpants.  He
grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from her dresser and he squirted a gob
onto my butt and stuffed it into my asshole before he stuffed his cock
into my asshole.  It felt like he was fucking me forever.  When he came
in my ass he shoved his hips against my butt and held it there until he
was finished.  He eventually pulled out of my ass.  He grabbed the hair
on the back of my head and turned my head to the side so that he could
kiss me on the mouth.  I lay there too exhausted to move.  My asshole
was throbbing in pain.  One by one all of the other guys came into the
bedroom and took their turn fucking my asshole.  I became a pussy boy
that night.  All I could think about was finding guys to fuck me.

	There was a neighborhood grocery store just a short walk from
my house.  My mother used to send me there for a few items she needed
between shopping tips to town.  The grocery store was small.  There was
a small house next door.  It was only a two minute walk to pick up things
my mother needed.  There was a small wooden porch.  As you entered
there was the cold drink vending machine that was loaded with a variety
of soft drinks from Coke a Cola, Pepsi Cola, Seven Up, Dr. Pepper to
Orange Crush.  It was type that you lofted the lid and pulled the bottle
down the metal tracks to the dispenser.  The bottles were resting in ice
cold water.  As you pasted the machine on the left was the freezer where
they kept the ice cream.  You had to lift the lid and lean over to get the
ice cream out.  In the back In the back of the store was the freezer where
they kept the milk, yogurt and butter.  Next to that was where the sliced
meats, hams, bologna and hot dogs were kept.  More immortally the
largest freezer was where they kept the beer and wine.  Of course I was
more interested in the glass display counter next to the cash register
where they kept the nickel and penny candy.  The isles were filled with
can goods, breads, pasta.  They carried an assortment of sundries like
sewing kits, baby bottles and toys.  There was a store room in the back
and a big back door.  There was the storekeeper's apartment upstairs.
The grocer had married a widow with two children, a girl and boy.  The
boy's name was Butch.  He was just a little younger than my cousin
Oscar.

	I made friends with Butch.  One day he took me bike riding one
time.  We rode down the divided road to the point where it merged back
into a two lane road and over to George Street at the east end of the road
we came to the auction barn and the area containing horse stable and the
hay barn, where they stored grain and hay for the horses.  It was off
season and the place was practically deserted.  The few stables occupied
were either quarter horses or horses that were being abandoned because
they were broken down and no good for racing.  Butch found an empty
stable where we took out bike in with us.  He closed the double door
behind us and latched it.

	The stable still had old straw on the ground.  It smelled of hay,
horse liniment, leather and old wood.  Butch was a dark brown haired
guy.  He leaned against the feeder been and opened his jeans.  I must say
he had a nice looking thick dark cock and balls.  In fact he was much
better looking than my cousin.  He had me give him a blowjob and
swallow his cum.  Butch even pulled my pants down and gave me a
blowjob too.  All I can say is 'Oh my GAWD what a hot fucking feeling
it was.  He made me have a dry orgasm.  It was so much fun we did it to
each other a couple of more times before we got dressed and headed
home.

	I was having a lot of fun with the local teenagers until my cousin
turned 18 and joined the Navy.  He would bring home a buddy and
invite me over to suck their cocks before they fucked my ass.  When he
came home for good, he would invite me to stay in his trailer.  He would
have me suck his cock and stick my tongue in his asshole.  Eventually he
got married and started a family, he would have me over to suck his cock
and rim his asshole.  I was always looking for other cocks to suck.  If I
liked them I would even allow them to fuck my ass.  I even rimmed their
assholes for them.

	In time I found an older man that I moved in with.  I was his
bitch.  I was his wife for many years.  When he passed away he left me
everything.  Now I'm a horny old queer looking for sweet young cocks.



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