Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2015 22:49:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Danny (Gay/adult youth, oral, anal, m/b, b/M)

MAKING DANNY


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Gay, adult youth, m/b, M/b, oral, anal

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                             Making Danny
                                  By
                                 Wolf

	Everyone has always told me that I should have been a girl, or
that I had been born with the wrong plumbing.  My father did not stay
around long, so mother raised me by herself.  I was all ways small for
my age, and delicate.  I was a very faire skinned blond, blue eyes,
freckles across my nose.  As I grew up, I always wore a platinum
ponytail.  I was so small I never enjoyed playing the rough house games
with the neighbor boys or sports because I always got hurt.  I felt
comfortable playing with the girls.  I preferred bounce ball, and hanging
from the jungle gym bars.  I even had a collection of dolls.

	Mother didn't have very good luck when it came to dating men
either.  She never managed to have a long-term relationship with men.
Because of our financial situation we were forced to live in a less than
desirable neighborhood.  It was known for gangs and thugs.  Boys can
be pretty brutal to a boy that everyone assumes is a sissy.  I had been
referred to as sissy, fagot, and queer, but didn't know why they were
calling me those things, because I didn't know what they meant.  Slowly
I began to understand what the words meant.  I even had doubts about
my sexuality.

	I had always thought my mother was the most beautiful woman
in the world.  When I was left at home alone, I entertained myself by
rummaging through her belongings.  I loved the smell of her perfume,
and even the smell of her soiled panties.  I would even pull her soiled
clothes out of the clothes hamper and try them on.  I loved to parade in
front of the full length mirror to practice walking like her.

	My first memory of anything sexual happening to me was the
time my mother let one of her boyfriend's look after me for a night.
While we were watching television he took hold of my wrist and placed
my hand on top of the bulge in his dirty jeans.  He insisted that I open
his pants and take out his cock.  He opened my pants and played with
my little dick while I pulled on the lose skin on his cock.  That was the
only time one of her boyfriends did anything to me.

	I was about 10-years-old when one of the fifteen year olds in the
neighborhood asked me if I would like to see his collection of model
cars.  When we entered his home he told his mother that he was going
to show me his model cars.  She only gave me a strange grin, but didn't
say anything.

	In his bedroom he had a bunch of model cars on display around
his room.  There was a full ashtray on his bedside table.  I could smell
the stale cigarette smoke.  After showing me his cars, he asked me if I
would like to see some dirty pictures.  Of course I was fascinated at the
prospect of seeing dirty pictures.  He pulled out a shoe box and handed
me a stack of photographs.  The first few were of naked women and
girls masturbating.  While I was studying the pictures he pulled out a
pack of cigarettes and lit up one.  The pictures became more explicit,
there were pictures of women sucking cocks and getting fuck in the
pussy, and ass.  He told me that he had some pictures that were hard to
get hold of.

	He handed me a stack of pictures of boys naked and doing things
with each other.  They were playing with each other's cocks and sucking
cocks.  While I was studying the pictures he casually opened his pants,
and lay down on his bed while he pulled out the biggest cock I had ever
seen.  His cock was completely covered with a thick foreskin.  He was
sporting a thick mass of dark pubic hair.  He asked me if I would like to
play with his cock while looking at the pictures.  I felt a lump in my
throat as I wrapped a hand around his cock.  The pictures were thrilling
too.

	The pictures were of men sticking their cocks in the mouths of
boys about my age, and there were pictures of men sticking their cocks
into the boy's assholes.  When I had seen the last picture he pulled my
head down over his cock.  I knew what he wanted without his saying
anything.  I opened my mouth, pulled back the foreskin and sucked the
knob of his cock.  I will never forget the smell of his crotch.  I bobbed my
head up and down on his cock.  At one point he placed his hand on the
back of my head, and pulled my head down, driving his cock deep into
my mouth.  I choked when he squirted cum into my mouth.  When he
zipped up his pants, and we left the house, his mother gave me another
knowing smile.  I had the feeling that she knew exactly what we had
been doing in the bedroom.  If she knew, she didn't say anything she
must have approved.

	I visited him several times a week after that.  He always had new
pictures for me to look at while sucking his cock.  He started stuffing his
big hand down the back of my pants and underwear to play with my
asshole.  Considering how many pictures he had of men fucking boys,
there was no doubt what he wanted to do to me.  The prospect
frightened me.  I couldn't believe he could get his cock in my asshole.  It
took some coaxing on his part to convince me to let him do it.

	He greased my asshole and his cock before he took hold of my
hips and forced it in, while holding me by my hips.  I whimpered like a
baby while he was stuffing it in me.  He fucked me slowly until he
squirted cum in my ass.  He still had a stiffy, and fucked me a second
time.  We had to wash up before I could get dressed to go home.  His
mother gave me a wink along with her knowing smile.  She asked me if I
enjoyed it.  I didn't know what to say.  She must have known what her
son had done to me, and obviously approved.  I was getting fucked by
him a couple of times a week after that.  I eventually learned to enjoy
being fucked, and even sought him out to fuck me.

	It was inevitable that my mother would start dating a man that I
thought was the most handsome person I had ever seen.  He looked like
he could do anything he wanted physically.  I found myself hanging
around just to be close to him.  I was thrilled when she told me that she
was marrying him.  She encouraged us to get to know each other
better.  I got to spend the weekend at his place with him.  It was our
opportunity to bond.

	I wonder what she would think if she knew just how strongly we
bonded.  As soon as we entered his home he asked me if I would like to
let my hair down.  I took my hair out on the ponytail and let it flow over
my shoulders.  He asked me if I would like to try on some sexy feminine
underwear that he had handy.  I was thrilled when he showed me some
very sexy women undergarments.  I undressed in front of him and put
on the panties, nylons and heels.  There was no question about me
sucking him off, his cock didn't have foreskin, but it was even bigger
than my boyfriend's.  I sucked him off several times that day.  When it
was bedtime we stripped off and got in bed together.  He asked me if he
could fuck my ass, and I assured him that I would be upset if he didn't
fuck me the rest of the weekend.  I think he was mildly surprised that I
could take his cock while a mix of grunt of satisfaction, but also sighs of
pleasure.  He did fuck me several times the next day.

	After the marriage even my mother couldn't ignore his
attraction to me.  There were times he would get out of their bed and
come to mine.  I would suck his cock after he had fucked Mom.  I could
tell if he had fucked her pussy or ass.  She had to come to grips with him
using both of us, or lose him.  When she accepted that she would have
to share her husband with me, he would even come into my room and
fuck my ass while mother was pretending to sleep in their bed.  One
evening he took me to a bar while Mom was visiting relatives out of
town.

	I would find out that the bar he took me to was located beyond
the city limits, and out of the jurisdiction of the local police.  As long as
there were no complaints the State Police ignored the place.  It turned
out to be frequented by truck drivers and outlaw bikers.  When we
entered the guys were looking at me like a Doberman looks at raw
meat.  It frightened me the way they studied me.  Stepdad put me in a
booth and ordered a beer for and a coke for me.

	My stepdad motioned for a big biker to join us.  This guy had a
scruffy looking beard, black leathers over jeans.  He was sporting a pot
belly.  My stepdad told me to get under the table and give the biker a
blowjob.  While under the table the biker pulled out a fat cock and hairy
balls.  His body smelled of sweaty leather and cigarette smoke.  Cum
was dripping from my mouth as at least twenty men lined up for a
blowjob, but my stepdad also pulled down my pants to expose my
sweet little girly ass.  I was getting fucked at both ends half of the night.

	When mother got home she found me in there bed, and her
husband was fucking me.  She was very upset, but she eventually
accepted that he was going to fuck me in her presence before he would
fuck her.  She didn't even bother complaining.  He would even make her
suck his cock after he had fucked my ass.

	I was encouraged to wear sexy ladies underwear around the
house.  My mother only mildly complained when he made me eat her
pussy while he fucked me in the ass.

	That was how I became a sex slave to any man that wanted me.



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
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