Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 14:30:57 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Martin's Store 2

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                    Mr. Martin's Store 2
                         The Mirror
                             By
                            Wolf

	It was Stephen's practice to stop by the little
general store regularly to visit with Mr. Martin.  One
time they were in the basement office.  Stephen had
already removed his pants and under shorts.  Mr.
Martin had removed his apron.  After taking down his
pants and boxer shorts he was naked from the waist
down too.  They were just playing with each other's
dick for a few minutes when he said, "I will be right
back."

	He went into the stockroom and returned with
mirror used for the back of bathroom or bedroom
doors.  It was about 4 feet long and 18 inches wide.
After closing the door he placed the mirror on the
concrete floor.  Mr. Martin positioned Stephen
straddle the mirror.

	Stephen could look straight down and see his
own little scrotum and dick.  Mr. Martin stood behind
the boy and told him to squat down and place his
hands on his own knees.  That was Stephen could look
down at the mirror and not only see his balls, cock
and asshole.

	Mr. Martin knelt straddle the mirror too.
Stephen watched in the reflection as Mr. Martin's
face moved close enough to lick his asshole.  His
tongue was swabbing the boy's crack and poking at
the little opening.

	Stephen thought it was very sexy to see what
the man was doing to him.  Mr. Martin kept asking if
he could see what was going on.  All Stephen could say
was, "Yesssss!"

	"Do you like what you see?" He asked.

	"Oh yaaaa!" Stephen said.

	After a few minutes of licking and probing the
boy's asshole he began a process of poking gin finger
inside the boy's butt hole.  When he would withdraw
his finger he would suck on it.  Then he would stick it
back into the boy's butt again and again.

	Stephen was so excited he was squirming and
wiggling his rear around.  He was watching when Mr.
Martin pushed his middle finger into his butt right up
to his fist.  He was mesmerized watching the finger
disappearing up his little butt hole and then
reappearing.  Mr. Martin would stick it in his mouth
and lick his asshole before sticking it back in.  The
fingers and asshole were shinning because they were
wet.

	Mr. Martin gently began working two fingers in
to the boy's butt.  Stephen winced because it kind of
hurt as his hole stretched.  Mr. Martin used his other
hand to massage his crack and butt cheeks.  When
Mr. Martin would withdraw his fingers Stephen
enjoyed seeing his butt hole gaping open.  It would
slowly close back to its natural puckered state.

	Mr. Martin would also play with the boy's balls
and penis during all of the anal play.  During that time
Stephen was in a sexual bliss when Mr. Martin
squatted behind Stephen so that his cock was lying in
the valley of Stephen's wet ass.  Stephen could see
the man's balls as they swung back and forth.  The
man was holding him by the hips while he slid his cock
up and down the wet ass crack.  It did not take long
before the man squirted cum all over the boy's back.
When he sat back Stephen could see the white cum
dripping down the crack of his ass to his little ball
and drip onto the mirror.

	Mr. Martin was moaning and saying thinks like,
"Oh baby you are so fucking good to me."  (Stephen
hates it when anyone calls him baby.)

	The man stood up and pulled Stephen to his
feet and turned him around to face him.  Stephen's
legs were shaking from sitting the squatting position
so long that the blood flow was slow getting back into
his legs.  Stephen's little cock was rock hard.  The
man knelt before him and sucked the boy's cock.
While he was doing that he was reaching between the
boy's legs and inserting his fingers into the boy's
asshole.  Stephen had a very strong dry orgasm.

	When Stephen was dressed he made his way
back upstairs and received a kiss on the cheek from
Mr. Martin's mother as he headed for his bicycle.

	Stephen could hardly peddle his bike home.  By
the time he got home the seat of his pants were
soaking wet.  He had to slip inside and change clothes
before anyone saw his pants.  Even Stephen knew it
was only a mater of time before Mr. Martin would put
his cock into his ass.  He was even debating about
asking him to do it.

	Mr. Martin was in no hurry to de-flower
Stephen.  He was enjoying the seduction.  He also
feared that his mother would catch him actually
having sex with the boy.  He could not believe his
mother would approve of a forty-year old man having
sex with a ten-year old boy.  If he only knew she had
known about his seduction all those years ago.  She
even suspected that he was having sex with Stephen.

	Stephen could not put into words why he was so
attracted to having sex with the older man.  I knew it
was naughty and it made his dick hard just thinking
about what Mr. Martin was teaching him.  The more
he visited him the more he wanted to do the things
being asked of him.

	It was very much like any other day when he
arrived they retreated to the basement office
expecting get naked so they could play with each
other.  He did like playing with Mr. Martin's foreskin
covered dick.  The man responded so erotically when
he stuck his tongue under the skin and circled the
knob.  This time when they got naked Mr. Martin
produced some pictures for him to look at.

	While Stephen was flipping through the
pictures Mr. Martin cleared off the top of the old
wooden desk.  He spread the old wool Army blanket
over the top for the boy to sit on while he looked at
the pictures.

	The first set of pictures was of older men and
boys no older than he was taking off their clothes.
The last picture in each set was of the men and boys
holding each others cocks.  Stephen was fascinated
by how sweet looking the boys were.  Some of the
men were athletic looking young men.  Some were
hairy others were without any body hair.  The next
sequence was pictures of young boys sucking the
cocks of men.

	The set that caught Stephen's eye was of a
potbellied man with read hair on his chest.  He had a
ruddy complexion.  He had lots of freckles on his
upper body.  There were hardly any freckles on his
lower body.  What made them so interesting was the
young boy lying on his back on edge of a bed with the
man's cock about to enter his asshole.

	The man was standing near the edge of the bed
holding the leg of the boy by the ankle so that the
camera could get a good view of the boy's asshole.
The next picture showed the man holding his cock in
the other hand while aiming at the boy's little hole.

	Stephen studied the next picture very carefully
because it showed the man standing kind of sideways
with his cock in the boy's asshole.  He was smiling at
the camera.  The boy was not smiling.  He was looking
up at the man's eyes while biting the lower lip.  Mr.
Martin was watching him looking at the picture.  He
was commenting on the act of fucking and how it was
done.  He was talking about how it must have felt for
both of them.  The man's cock must have felt like it
was in a tight grip.  The boy's asshole must have felt
like it was stretched to the fullest.  There had to be
some pain the first few times the boy was fucked but
eventually he would reach a point where he felt empty
when there was nothing in his ass.  He told him about
how they must have lubricated the cock and asshole.
Mr. Martin said that he loved that last picture.

	He asked Stephen if he would let him stick his
dick into his butt hole like the man was doing to the
boy in the picture.  Stephen had no reason to fear
what he was asking because he had enjoyed the
feelings he had induced sticking his fingers into his
butt hole.  He told the man that he could do it.

	Mr. Martin placed Stephen on his side across
the blanket with his back near the edge facing him.
Stephen felt the man lift up his butt cheek with his
hands.  The man studied the little pink asshole.  He
took a jar of cream from a drawer and applied plenty
to his stiff cock.  He stuck his greasy finger into the
boy's hole.  Stephen felt him rub the head of his cock
sideways between the boy's crack.  With each swipe
he zeroed in on the little opening until he was poised
to enter the hole.

	Mr. Martin told him to hold his breath as he
began to press forward.  It felt different from the
fingers for sure.  The asshole resisted the object
trying to enter.  The sharp pain that shot through his
bottom caused Stephen to cry out in pain

	Mr. Martin told Stephen to keep breathing
deeply.  It was very painful and Stephen begged him
to stop for a second.  He did stop.  He withdrew his
cock and replaced it with a couple of fingers.  He
wiggled them around inside until the boy relaxed.
Stephen was doing OK.  The man asked him if he was
ready to try again.

	Stephen was determined to find out what it was
like to be fucked.  He assured the man that he was
ready by saying, yes.

	He felt the man moving behind him again.  He
aimed his cock at the hole and slowly inserted it.
Stephen forced his butt backwards as the cock
entered.  There was a searing pain for a moment as
the cock slid in all of the way.  When Mr. Martin
pulled back a little the pain subsided a little.  He felt
like he had something very large in his butt, even
bigger that what he knew the man's cock to be.

	Mr. Martin was talking softly while he was
inserting the meat into the boy.  When the boy
started wiggling his butt around trying to get more
comfortable the man went tense and told him not to
move because he was so excited just being inside of
his ass that he was about to cum.  He placed his hand
on the boy's butt to hold him still.  They stayed very
still for what seemed like an eternity but was no more
than a minute.  Stephen felt so full he was about to
pee.

	After a few minutes he started to move in and
out.  Slowly at first while telling the boy, "Now, I'm
fucking you.  You are so tight. I love it."  He carried
on like that as his hip thrusts increased in speed until
he suddenly froze.

	He blew out a loud breath and quivered for a
moment.  Stephen was starting to like the feeling of
being screwed.  It was such an intimate moment.   Mr.
Martin would start fucking softy for a moment
before speeding up and then stopping short of
climaxing.  After pausing he would start the cycle all
over again.  There came a time when he stopped with
his cock as deep in the boy's ass as possible and let
out loud grunt.  Stephen could feel his cock pulsing.
His body was twitching.  He knew that the man was
cumming inside of his ass.  He fucked the boy a little
longer as the cum coated his shaft and matted down
the hairs around the base of his cock.  With the boy's
ass full of cum the cock slid in and out very freely.

	When he pulled his cock was pulled out Stephen
could feel his bottom pulsate and a warm liquid
wetting his lower ass cheek.  He feared that it was
blood.  When he reached back and wiped his ass one
look told him that it was the man's white cum.  The
throbbing reminded him that his ass was sore.  When
Stephen looked over his shoulder the man was staring
at his ass.

	Mr. Martin said, "Your hole is still open.  I can
see inside."  He smiled, "I am proud of you. You took
all of me for the best fuck I ever had."

Mr. Martin went to the deep sink to get a wet cloth.
When he returned he cleaned the boy's ass up.  He
helped the boy get dressed.  When they emerged
from the basement Mr. Martin's mother gave
Stephen a warm smile as she watched him waddle out
of the door.  The seat of his faded blue jeans was
dark blue from the liquid still leaking out of his butt
hole.

	That night as he lay in bed Stephen's ass felt
sore.  At that moment he was not too keen on ass
fucking.  It hurt to even move.  Eventually he did fall
asleep.  By morning he felt better.  He took a warm
shower and washed his ass very carefully.  As the day
passed he felt better and the memory of pain was
replaced by a urge to do it again.



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