Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2016 16:12:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making of John (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, bb/MMM

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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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                     Making of John
                          By
                         Wolf

	I came from a southern redneck community that still
lives I the past.  They think the south will rise again along with
all of the accompanying racism and all manner of
homophobia and all manner of bigotry.  My father left shortly
after my younger brother was born.  Mother was a Roman
Catholic and named me John and my brother Joseph.  We
were both slender youths with shaggy long hair like most
teenagers during the seventies.  I have to admit that both of
us were rather famine looking. Mother was barely able to
managed to have food on the table until Mother married
again.  I was twelve and Joe was ten when she married a 60-
year-old man names Sam.

	 Sam's family had a long history of incest.  It was
common that the first child of the girls was the product of a
father breeding them and the abuse of young boys and girls.
His family was a living example John Steinbeck' book 'Grapes
of Wrath.'

	Sam was a physically imposing man.  He was close to
six feet tall and carried large beer belly.  He looked like he
was pregnant, and his body was covered in hair.  Calling him a
'Bear' was appropriate.  When he came into the family he
took charge in our discipline.  Mother was totally submissive
to his will.

	Part of what made our relationship so hot was, because
Sam knew that his body wasn't exactly attractive, and he
knew that it was even more degrading to make Joe and I
crawl and gravel at his smelly feet and beg to lick his dirty
feet.  As the time passed and he had us completely under his
control of Joe and me would undergo our punishment while
he was lounging around in nothing more than a filthy old
ribbed undershirt (commonly called a wife beater undershirt)
and filthy old boxer shorts.  It was common for his cock to be
sticking out of the fly along with a lot of dark pubic hairs.

	I was fascinated with his cock.  It was no more than five
inches in length, but it was very fat and he had a thick
foreskin that didn't completely cover the purple head.  When
he pulled down his shorts I saw that his scrotum was wrinkled
and hairy.  He would make us lick and suck his cock.  In the
hot humid south I swear that his head cheese under the
foreskin was smelly and bitter tasting.  He insisted that we
beg to be allowed to suck his cock.  Many a night he would
come to our bedroom after fucking our mother and make us
clean his cock with our mouths.  On those occasions if Joe
was sucking his cock my duty was to slick his hairy asshole.
You might think licking the hairy asshole of a man with dingle-
berries clinging to the hairs would be discussing, but in fact I
learned to love servicing his ass.

	When I was 15-years-old, Sam started taking me and
Joe and some other boys on camping fishing and trips.  That
was an opportunity for us boys to drink beer, look at porn
and jerk off to our hearts content.  It was also an opportunity
for Sam to evaluate which one of our friends he could abuse
by making them crawl through the dirt, beg him for the
privilege of servicing him, and submit to his punishment
when they displeased him.  All of us were cum buckets at his
pleasure.  He especially enjoys using desperate young boys as
his sex slaves.

	On these outing Joe and I were subjected to
humiliation of worshiping the feet of Sam and other boys.  I
enjoyed watching my younger brother licking their feet and
sucking their toes.

	Sam was an arrogant man that was superior to us and
it was our duty to submit to his punishment and worship him.
When he saw fit to punish us with a cane we had to thank
him for his correcting us.  I grew to love his beatings so much
I needed them nearly every day.  And the brutality with which
he fucked my worthless mouth was transcendent.  We could
only pray for his mercy and submit to any punishment that he
decreed.  To this day I always feel the need to be dominated
by superior men.

	Sam even got a couple of his friends to accompany us
on our campouts.  Our parish priest was an incredible
pervert.  He loved nothing more than sticking his dick in the
butts of boys 10 or 11-years-olds, while Sam used and
degraded other boys.  Sam also introduced me to Mr.
Steinberg, a guy in his sixties as well.

	Mr. Steinberg became my primary master for several
years.  Sam and the priest took delight in watching him
punishing me and sticking his prick into my ass.  Mr. Steinberg
wasn't especially good looking, but he was a selfish jerk and
sadist.  He had a freakishly cockhead.  It looked like purple
mushroom on a creamy shaft, and he too was a hairy beast.  I
have wonderful memories of afternoons spent with my
tongue deeply planted in his hairy asshole for hours at a time.
We were a perfect match!  He was much more physically
abusive than Sam.

	Mr. Steinberg loved to slap and punch me and he was
pretty merciless.  I enjoyed the pummeling because I knew it
was making him hard and he'd soon be choking me with his
very large and impressive dick.  Oh, there was one more thing
about him.  He liked to take our sex play close to the edge.
He would choke me with rope until I would pass out.  I
suffered broken bones several times black eyes, swollen lips
etc. were very common.  Sam not only approved, he also got
turned on by watching him abuse me.  The rough treatment
always ended with his cock in my mouth or his cock in my ass.
I fully embraced the treatment.

	The richest man in our little one stoplight town was the
president of the local bank.  He was sought after by all of the
local widows as an eligible male, but the sweet ladies didn't
know that the gracious, chubby, and well-dressed man was in
fact horny pedophile.

	He was bald, with blue eyes and a white walrus
mustache on a round face.  The sweet little old ladies the
flirted with him would never see him naked, but a surprising
number of us local boys got to see him in all of his naked
glory.

	He was about five-foot ten with a big portly belly.
Unlike Sam, his body was almost hairless.  I'm saying he only
had peach fuzz on his arms and legs.  He also shaved the
pubic hair around his cock and balls.  He also smelled nice
because he bought expensive cologne.

	He had the biggest house in town and it was hidden
from view behind magnolia trees.  You could almost drive by
his home and not notice you were passing an antebellum
style home.  It had been in his family's possession for more
generations' than anyone could remember.  His servants
knew better than discuss anything that went on in the house.

	Sam took me to his home to introduce me to the
banker.  I was a little old for his tastes, but our meeting was
interesting.  When his man servant led us to the family room
we found our host entertaining a group of young boys.  They
were all naked including the banker.  He was reclining on a
day couch.  I thought he looked like a big pink walrus.  I found
it strange that he didn't have any pubic hair.  Boys my age
were proud of their pubic hair as proof that we are boys no
longer.  I also noticed that all of his young playmates were
too young to have grown pubic hair above their penises.
There were a couple of pairs of boys on the floor sucking each
other's pricks, while a particularly sweet looking young boy
was on his knees beside the couch and was holding the
banker's cock in his hand and was licking the large purple
knob.

	The banker invited my stepfather and I to disrobe and
join the party.  Sam and I undressed quickly and Sam selected
a rather well-endowed young boy and invited him to suck my
cock in a sixty-nine.  When we were fully engaged in sucking
each other's cocks, Sam straddled my butt and squatted over
my ass to fuck my ass for the amusement of the banker.

	My friends and I had been invited to parties at his place
many times.  We may not have been young enough for the
banker's tastes but that didn't prevent him from enjoying
watching us servicing each other for the amusement of the
banker and his guests.  There was no threat of the local
sheriff busting him because the sheriff was a regular guest at
the parties.

	The group of boys we associated with; liked to bully my
brother and me.  They would make us kiss their dicks during
recess in front of other boys.  They would get carried away
with laughter and even degrade us by spitting on us while we
were sucking cocks.  As we grew older, the domination games
got more intense.  I remember watching Joe blow three of my
classmates in the school library.  (He was a couple of classes
below us).  They were pretty quiet, but the male teacher
must have known what was going on.  There were a
surprising number of grown men in our community who liked
sex with boys, so long as they were dominant and the boys
totally obedient.



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