Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:34:42 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Martin's Store (gay / adult youth, b/M)

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discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                Mr. Martin's Store
                       By
                      Wolf

	It all started just west of Highway 77 in
Parkersburg, West Virginia.  It was a lower middle
class neighborhood.  Like a lot of young boys Stephen
found many reasons to visit the local general store to
buy candy and soft drinks when ever he had change in
his pockets.

	Stephen was rather small for his age.  He was a
rather skinny too.  Because of his size he is a loner
because he could not hold his own in a fight with boys
his age.  His sandy hair was a little long and scruffy
looking.  When he was in the little neighborhood
general store he felt safe from the older boys.

	Mr. Martin and his mother own the store.  They
did not stand for any roughhousing in the store or on
their property.  Mr. Martin was a 40 year old about
five-foot eleven.  His hair was dark but starting to
turn gray.  Most of the time he had denim apron over
a sports shirt and cotton pants.  Mrs. Martin was a
medium sized woman that was overweight.  She
looked like the sweet grandmotherly type but she was
a protective mother when it came to her 40 year old
son.

	The store was stocked with a wide variety of
products.  The children in the neighborhood tended
to hang out there.  They bought junk food and read
the comics without buying them.  The boys were also
doing their best to slip some of the more erotic
reading material into their jackets when they thought
they were not being observed.

	One day Stephen stopped by the store to buy
his favorite soft drink, Pepsi Cola.  He was sipping on
it while browsing through the candy counter when Mr.
Martin asked him if he would like t earn some money
helping him straighten out the storeroom in the
basement.  Stephen said he would be glad to help.
Just being asked made him feel sort of "grown up" a
little more mature than 10 years old.  He felt special
just being asked.

	The two of them went downstairs while Mr.
Martin's mother looked after the store.  They moved
boxes around for a while.  The basement was cool but
they worked up a sweat.

	Mr. Martin asked to Stephen about family,
friends and about his feelings about school.  Over the
next few weeks Stephen helped in the storeroom
almost daily.  One such day Mr. Martin asked him
what size his pants were.  He said that he wanted to
buy his nephew some like that.  Stephen didn't know
what size his pants were.

	Mr. Martin asked if he could check the label
inside the waistband.  Stephen had no objections.  He
asked Stephen to undo his pants so he could check
the label.

	Stephen knew that what he was asking was
supposed to be wrong but he had a feeling in his
stomach and between his legs that insured that he
wanted to do what was being asked.  When he had
opened his pants Mr. Martin pulled the pants down
from behind and moved his head close enough that
Stephen could feel the man's breath on his backside.

	Mr. Martin complained that the label was so
faded that he could not read it.  Then he asked if he
could check the label on his underpants.  Stephen
simply said sure.  Mr. Martin pulled the boy's pants
down around his ankles.  Then he knelt on one knee as
he pulled the underpants away from the smooth butt.
His head was so close that Stephen could feel the
man's breath on his butt.  The basement was cool so
the breath felt warm.  They held that position for
what seemed like an awkward amount of time.  Mr.
Martin asked if he could just look at he butt.

	Stephen felt goose bumps running up and down
his back.  He also realized very quickly that what he
was asking was what he had been told was naughty.
Instead of being put off, he sort of liked the
naughtiness of letting the man look at his naked butt.
He allowed the man to look all he wanted.

	Mr. Martin eventually pulled the underpants
down to the boy's ankles too.  Then he held the boy
by the hips and moved around so that he was under
the bare light bulb for better light.  He sat on a
stack of boxes behind Stephen.  Mr. Martin was
talking very softy all of the time about what a nice
boy he was and what a pretty butt he had.

	Stephen felt the man's hands on his butt gently
parting the two spheres and his warm breath on his
tightly puckered asshole.  He was getting very
excited by the attention he was receiving and being
naked from the waist down with this older man
looking at his butt. His penis was standing out in front
of his body even without touching it.

	Mr. Martin asked the boy if he wanted to feel
something really good.  Stephen simply nodded his
head affirmatively.  Even though something deep
inside him told him that this was dead wrong.  At the
same time he didn't want to stop what the man was
doing.

	Stephen really did not know what sex was all
about.  He just knew he like the feelings rushing
through his body.  He felt the stubble of the man's
coarse whiskers brushing against his butt.  He knew
the man was kissing his butt.  Then he felt the man
kissing and licking his butt hole.  It was a strange mix
of almost pain and pleasure.  The stubble rasping the
cheeks of his butt was almost like sand paper and the
tongue licking his asshole was thrilling.  It almost felt
like electricity when he felt the tongue press against
his butt hole and entered the hole. It was making
Stephen feel funny inside.

	Mr. Martin sort of came up for a breath of air
and asked, "Stephen please bend over more."

	Stephen placed his hand on a lower shelf in
front of him.  He read the labels on the can while the
man pushed at one leg until the boy stepped out of
the pants and spread his legs.  He felt something
working its way inside of him.  He looked between his
legs and could tell that the man was sticking a finger
into his butt hole.  He saw the man spitting on his
finger as he forced it into his butt.  The man just
gently inserted the finger without moving it around
much.

	With out another word he turned Stephen
around and with the finger still in the boy's butt he
started sucking the boy's little breakfast sized
sausage penis.

	Stephen felt like he was melting.  He had
jacked-off before by squeezing his dick.  He had even
looked at himself in a mirror trying to picture what
he would look like as a girl by stuffing his dick
between his legs so that it looked like a girl's pussy.
No one else had ever touched him down there before.
It felt like his dick was longer and stiffer than it had
ever been before.  He could not tell for sure because
it was in the man's mouth.  The feeling boiled up
inside of him until he had his first dry orgasm.  It
was the strongest orgasm he had ever had to date.

	Mr. Martin removed his finger from Stephen's
asshole and let the boy get used to after glow of the
dry climax.  He had pushed his apron aside while
sucking the boy's dick and was playing with his own
cock quite vigorously.

	Stephen was stunned to see a grown man's doing
that for the first time.  He took the finger that had
been stuffed into his asshole and held it under his
own nose.  He climaxed while sniffing his finger.  He
shot cum all over the place.  Some even landed on the
boy's legs.  While the man rubbed the liquid into the
boy's legs he admonished him not to tell anyone what
they had done.

	Stephen stepped back into his underpants and
pants.  He pulled them up and was headed for the
stairs while buckling his belt.  He had a lot to think
about.

	Stephen was hooked.  Even though, Mr. Martin
had a bit of a pot belly Stephen found him very
attractive.  He wanted to look like him when he grew
up.  He went back to the store a few days later.  It
was early afternoon.  Stephen was excited to see the
man.  When the store was rather empty he told Mr.
Martin that he had been thinking about the
storeroom.  He was a bit nervous and furtively
scanned the store for someone that might hear what
he was saying to the man.  "I thought about what we
did in the storeroom.  I want to do that again."

	Mr. Martin gave him a warm smile.  For a
moment he lost control and hugged Stephen.  He gave
him a quick kiss on the mouth.  He quickly regained
his composure.  He stood up and handed Stephen a
large Mr. Good bar.  He picked up his phone and he
asked his mother to come down and look after the
store for awhile.

	When she arrived she gave Stephen a warm
smile as she stroked his hair.  She took her place
behind the counter.  Mr. Martin told her that
Stephen was going to help him in the storeroom as he
led the boy to the back of the store where the stairs
to the basement were.

	Stephen wondered if she knew what they were
going to do but dismissed it as his guilty feelings
about doing something her knew he should not be
doing.

	As some soon they were behind the closed door
he asked Stephen if he would let him see his naked
body again.  Stephen simply started removing his
clothes as they walked towards the pallet of boxes
Mr. Martin had sat on the last time.  Mr. Martin
watched as the boy stepped out of his pants and
underpants.  This time Mr. Martin took off his own
apron and removed his pants too.  He removed his
boxer shorts too.  All they had on was their T-shirts.

	Mr. Martin already had a hard-on.  Not that his
penis was more than average size.  It was just that it
was thicker than any dick he had ever seen.  He told
the boy that he could hold it if he wanted.

	Stephen wrapped his hand around the man's
dick.  He had never seen an uncircumcised cock
before.  The skin was very loose.  When he pushed
the skin back he saw that the knob did look more like
his own.  The man wrapped his hand around Stephen's
and demonstrated how to masturbate the cock.  He
was muttering "Oh, oh..." under his breath as the boy
jacked him off.  Stephen was thinking how hard and
silky the thing felt, all at the same time.  He was very
excited by all of this and the cool air in the basement
made it even more noticeable that they were naked
from the waist down.

	As Stephen jacked him off Mr. Martin rubbed
the boy's shoulders.  Slowly his hand worked its way
down his back.  He felt his hand on his naked butt as
it was worming its way into his crack searching for his
little puckered asshole.

	Mr. Martin asked, "Would you feel my balls?"

	Stephen reached down and cupped them.  They
were covered with scraggly hairs and very wrinkled.
While he played with them the man told him how good
that felt.  He told Stephen to reach between his legs
and feel his asshole.  Then he told him to speed it up.
He felt the man pushing backwards against Stephen's
finger.  It went in a little.

	He told Stephen that his finger in his butt hole
was thrilling to him.  Mr. Martin bent forward just a
bit more.  When he did Stephen wet his finger with
his mouth and then pushed his finger inside of the
man right up to his fist.  After a few minutes of
playing around with his ass he started wiggling his
finger around inside of the man's asshole.  Mr. Martin
suddenly tensed up and his face got all contorted and
turned red.  He shot cum out on spurts until it just
dribbled over his fingers.  Most of what Stephen
could see of it landed on the concrete floor.  He was
literally shaking.  He was gasping for air in short
gulps.

	It took him a little time to recover before he
turned Stephen around facing the wall.  He squatted
behind him and started licking the boy's butt.  When
he parted his butt he licked the crack from the boy's
scrotum to the dimples when the cheeks came
together.  Stephen was defiantly beginning to enjoy
having his asshole licked.

	Mr. Martin told him to bend way over and
spread his legs for him.  The next thing he did was
reach around to take hold of the boy's dick with his
thumb and forefinger to jack him off.  That was the
first time another hand jacked him off.  It was only a
matter of moments before the excitement caught up
and he had another dry climax.  Mr. Martin was telling
him that he had the nicest ass he had ever seen.

	They washed up in a deep sink in the basement
next to the tinny office.  As they were getting ready
to leave he reminded Stephen that it was their
secret and to come back any time he wanted to play.

	One of the times Stephen was in the basement
sitting on the naked man's lap and he was jacking off
the boy with his thumb and forefinger.  Stephen was
sucking on the man's nipples.  He found it thrilling to
feel the hairs that ringed the man's nipples in his
mouth.  After awhile he placed Stephen on his feet so
that he could stick things into his asshole.

	Stephen was stopping by the store once or
twice a week by that time.  Several months passed by
when ever he would stop by Mr. Martin would let his
mother watch the store so that they could retreat to
his basement office.  That was their safe place to
indulge in their games of sex.

	Mr. Martin was fascinated with Stephen's butt.
Stephen was also just as eager to strip off his
clothes to allow the man to play with his butt or dick
at will.  The man never seemed to get enough of
sticking a finger into the boy's butt so that he could
suck his smelly finger afterwards.  He also loved to
stick his tongue directly into the boy's butt too.

	This time Mr. Martin asked Stephen to play
with his butt.  He spread out an old wool Army
blanket on the floor and got on his knees and elbows
so that the boy could inspect his butt all he wanted.

	Stephen knelt behind him on the scratchy
blanket and looked at the man's butt.  Mr. Martin
reached back with his head resting on the blanket to
part his own butt cheeks.  Stephen ran his finger up
and down the sweaty valley.  He even smelled his
fingers like the man had done.  He was surprised that
the man's asshole practically sucked his finger into
the brown hole.

	Mr. Martin had some objects laying around for
them to play with.  There was a cut off end of a
broom handle.  There was a jar of creamy stuff on a
shelf handy.  There was even some fake waxed fruit,
which puzzled Stephen.

	The boy stared at the man's crack before he
put his nose close enough to the hole to smell it.  It
was not that bad to smell.  He figured if it excited
the man that much he would have to learn why.

	Mr. Martin asked him to put some of the cream
into his asshole.  Then he told the boy to put some
onto the handle of a screwdriver.  "Then put the
handle inside my butt-hole, son."

	Stephen was fascinated watching the way the
dangling cock swung back and forth while he was
stuffing the handle in and out of the man's asshole.
The man was moaning while he was being fucked in
the ass by the tool.  He watched as the man took hold
of his swinging cock and played with himself.  He
could feel the man pushing backwards to forced the
handle deeper into his ass.  Stephen kept doing that
until the man asked him to replace the screwdriver
with the wooden broom handle because it was longer.

	While Stephen was doing that he got his first
whiff of the odor of anal sex.  It wasn't that
unpleasant.  It was just was a unique smell.  He was
being turned on by the sight of things going in and
out of the man's asshole.  Just to prove how
stretchable his asshole was Mr. Martin selected a
green apple and allowed Stephen to stuff it into his
asshole until it was completely inside his ass.  Then he
slowly extruded from his hole.  Stephen could not
believe that anything that large could be stuffed into
the man's hole.  He also kind of like the power he had
over the man when he was fucking him.  He enjoyed
watching him squirm around and hear him moaning.

	Mr. Martin asked Stephen to stick the
screwdriver back in and fuck him hard and fast.  He
even reached back and took hold of the boy's wrist to
demonstrate how he wanted him to use the tool.  He
had Stephen keep it up until he was almost ready to
cum.  He just fell forward onto the blanket and the
handle of the screwdriver practically shot across the
office.  He was humping his dick between the
scratchy blanket and his belly.

	Mr. Martin rolled over and sat up as he asked
the boy if he could suck his cock again.  His dick was
still hard.  He smeared cream all over his fingers and
stuck two up the boy's rump while he sucked the little
sausage into his mouth.  Stephen had another dry
cum.  Mr. Martin was so excited that he jacked
himself off right after Stephen had cum.

	Stephen was thrilled at the experience.  They
washed up in the deep sink.  Mr. Martin asked him if
he would like to try having something more than a
finger or tongue in his ass.  Stephen thought he was
talking about a screwdriver handle.  He went home to
think about that.  He learn another day what he
wanted to stick into his butt hole.



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