Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 15:03:12 -0500 (EST) From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com> Subject: Mormon Slut (gay/adult youth, oral anal, m/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2012 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Mormon Slut By Wolf I was born into a Later-Day-Saint family in the High River District of Alberta, Canada. The Church avoids the use of the name Mormon because of the association of the early Church's practice of polygamy. When the Church wanted to become a State in the Union, they had to officially abandon the practice. I was one of seven children in my family. I thought I was a normal kid except I was not attracted to girls. It was hard being the strange boy in my family. I didn't have a name for my desire for years, and I was aware that my Church condemned my desires. The older I got the more I was attracted to men, not just any kind of men, but to portly men with body hair, not that members of the Church exposed their hairy bodies. I would just catch glimpses of hair sticking out of the necks of shirts, or hairy arms. I kept my desires secret until I was fourteen years old. When I was entering high school I had a teacher that I thought was very attractive. His name was Buck, and he was six-foot two and at least 250 pounds. He was a football linebacker type, but had developed a gut, and had broad shoulders, and thinning hair, in his late forties. I was hoping that something would come of my desire for him. After school one day I stayed behind to talk to him, and mentioned that I thought I was gay. His response was not what I had hoped for. He reported my conversation to the counselor. Her name was Barbra, and she threatened to expel me from school if I continued to express my desire for gay sex. That just made it worse, because I still had a strong desire for sex with men. I felt isolated, and I made the biggest mistake by calling my high school principal named Wolf, he was in his late fifties, rather short, but notably very hairy. He had thinning straight salt and pepper hair, thick mustache, only five-feet five, and 180 pounds. I was foolish enough tell him that I wanted to have sex with him. My parents were called to school, and I was almost expelled again. It was not long before the word got around the Ward that year, and I was shunned by the congregation. Life was hell for a year or more, until I started working for a farmer. I met an older man within the Ward, and developed a good relationship with him. I worked alongside him. I sat with him at Church meetings. I would go on drives in his truck with him. We secretly held hands, hugged when greeting each other. Just after my sixteenth birthday his wife complained to the Bishop about our relationship. The Bishop and council of twelve put a stop to my working for him. I was crushed, because I had fallen in love with him. I suffered a lot of abuse from classmates and even my family as a result. When I was about to graduate from high school at seventeen I met a man named Gilbert at church. He was a curly headed, a fifty- year-old cattle rancher, about six-feet tall, 240 pounds. He had dark brown hair and mustache. His waist was a 42 inches and his belly hung over the belt. He had a solid build, with big and very strong hands from gripping hammers, and ropes as a function of his way of life. He took me under his wing regardless of the clucking tongues within the Ward. I was attracted to him because of his looks, but he frightened me, so I didn't tell him how I felt about him. He was the one to bring up sex. While we were out ridding the line, as he called it we were camping out while repairing fences. We were cuddled up wind of a campfire one evening, when he reached over and unfastened my pants. He pulled out my cock and jacked me off. He said, "It is only polite that you do the same for me!" I fumbled with his pants until I got them open. When I managed to get his cock out of his pants, I was impressed with the size of his uncut cock. The smell of a man's cock that had been in a hot saddle for three days without washing was very strong. I jacked him off until he squirted cum onto the dirt. I could smell the odor of his cock on my hand all night. When the morning sun began to warm up our bedrolls we got up to continue mending fences. That evening he removed all of his clothes and wondered off to take a shit. I admired his big bubble butt as he walked away. I quickly took my clothes off and followed him. We squatted next to each other to dump our load on the grown. Afterwards we covered it with a thin layer of dirt, so that the bacteria would decompose our waist quicker. When we got back to our camp he laid on his bed roll with his head resting on the underside of his saddle. He reached over and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my head over his cock. I could smell his four day unwashed cock. I have to admit that the smell made my mouth water. He forced me to suck his cock until he came in my mouth. The first taste of a man's cum was the most thrilling thing I had ever done. At his insistence I sucked his cock until he had another cum. When he was finished, he even sucked my cock until I fed him my load of cum. I slept in his bedroll that night. I could smell the odor of his horses body odor soaked into the sleep skin saddle lining and Gilbert's unwashed body. Nothing had ever smelled so sexy to me. In the morning when he got up to take a leek I followed him. I held his cock for him, just so I could feel the pee passing through his cock. We broke camp and got dressed before the sun could sunburn us. Riding fence is not all that hard, except for digging post holes, and stretching wire. The hardest part is the hours spent in the saddle. After having sex with him for a couple of nights I had a constant hard-on in the saddle. At one point while ridding down a wash I came in my pants. I was forced to spend the rest of the time in stiff dried cum coated jeans. That night I couldn't wait to get his cock in my mouth, but he stopped me before he came. I was disappointed, because I thought he was rejecting me. He turned me over on the bedroll and with my head resting on his saddle. He took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs into the air, and rested them on his shoulders. His only instruction was, "Relax and push like you're shitting, boy!" Then he shoved that monstrous cock up my ass. I got an amazing amount of pleasure out of the pain from my first fuck. I was begging him to fuck me harder, which he was more than happy to do. By the time we made it back to the ranch house I was his pussy boy. He not only fucked my mouth every night he fucked my ass any time he wanted. I have worked for him for the past eight years, and serviced him and a number of his friends, Mormons, Catholics and Protestants. I was surprised to discover that there was a lot of Mormons that ignored the Church teachings about homosexual activities. There turned out to be a lot of men that lusted after young males. I still had a desire for pot bellied hairy men. I learned they were called bears. I was one happy cub. 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 outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com