Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2007 08:36:57 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Martin's Store 3 (gay/ adult youth, b/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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              Mer. Martin's Store 3
                   The Bottle
                       By
                      Wolf

	From the time Mr. Martin introduced Stephen
to sex he became addicted to masturbation.  He
would jack-off every chance he got.  He would pull on
his dick until he would have a dry climax.  At times he
would do it repeatedly until his cock would swell up
and stay hard for days at a time.  It would be painful
to touch but he would continue to masturbate just
the same.

	Shortly after Mr. Martin started playing with
his asshole he started fantasizing about having things
in his butt hole.  He began to experiment with
objects to insert in his hole while he masturbated.
He felt a urge deep inside his body to fill his butt
hole with something.

	One day while he was tinkering around in the
garage pantry he came across a bag of empty bottles.
There was an old Coca Cola bottle that caught his
eye.  The bottle must have dated back to the days
when the railroad was the king of transportation.  It
was an empty 6 ounce bottle.  The more he stared at
the slender neck of the bottle the more he had
fantasies about pulling that thing into his butt hole.

	He washed the bottle to make sure that it was
clean inside and out.  The more he ran his hand over
the neck the more he desired to see how much of it
he could stick into his hole.  He stored it in a safe
place.  Both of his parents worked so he had two or
three hours a day to be alone before either of them
would get home.

	The next day when he got home from school he
retrieved his bottle and proceeded to take all of his
clothes off.  He stuck the bottle into his mouth to
cover it in saliva.  Then he lay on the floor on his
back.  He pulled knees up until his knees were pressed
against his chest.  He took the bottle in his right
hand and tried to insert it into his butt hole.

	Just trying to do that caused his little pecker
to be rock hard.  He was thinking about Mr. Martin's
fingers and his cock in his butt.  The glass bottle was
too dry.  The more he pressed on the bottom of the
bottle the more it hurt.

	Stephen placed the bottle on the floor and went
into the kitchen to look for something to grease up
the bottle neck.  When he looked in the refrigerator
he found the butter try in the door and figured that
might work.  He returned to his room the butter had
warmed up enough to be a little soft.  He smeared
some of the butter all over the neck of the bottle.
Doing that got his fingers coated with butter.  He
stuck his fingers up his own butt hole to grease the
inside.

	After returning to his relining position he put
the neck of the bottle against the opening of his hole
and reached for the bottom of the bottle.  When he
pressed against the bottom he felt the opening
spread to accommodate the neck.  It felt good and
his dick got hard again.  He would push it in and then
let it slip almost all of the way out before shoving it
back in.

	He would masturbate with one hand while
pressing the bottom of the bottle with the other.  He
wondered how much of the bottle he could stick into
his ass.

	He got up and placed the bottle on the floor.
He straddled the bottle on his knees and adjusted
the bottle's location until it was under his asshole.
He lowered his butt until the neck of the bottle
entered his ass.  He held onto his dick with one hand
while he sank down onto the bottle neck until it hurt.
He wondered how much of the neck he had inside of
him.  It felt like a lot but when he lifted up he could
tell by the ring of butter around the neck.  He felt
that he would never get past the first bulge in the
bottle let alone get the hourglass shaped bottle into
his ass.

	Mr. Martin's dick was bigger around than the
neck of the bottle but his cock could compress.  The
bottle would not compress at all.  This time he
gritted his teeth and settle down on the neck of the
bottle.  The pain made him feel very sexy too.  When
he checked the ring of butter he saw that he had
managed to get farther down on the neck.  There was
a strange feeling of pleasure and pain at the same
time.  It felt like the bottle was tearing the skin in
his butt.  When his asshole slipped past the first
bulge on the bottle there was a decrease in the
amount of pain.  He was becoming addicted to the
feeling.

	It came as a surprise to Stephen that while he
was busy pressing down on the bottle more and more
the pain was becoming so intense that he forgot
about his cock.  He was using one hand on the floor to
balance himself and he was holding the bottle with
the other.  Without thinking about what was
happening he had a dry climax without even touching
his dick.  He was shaking and almost lost control.  He
slipped down on the bottle until he reached the
second flared portion of the bottle.  He lifted up
quickly and the bottle fell out of his butt.  Stephen
felt sure that in the future he would be able to stick
the entire bottle into his ass.  He knew better than
leave the bottle lying around with the evidence of
butter and smell of his asshole on it.  He washed it
again and hid it away.  The after glow reminded him
of what it had felt like when Mr. Martin had fucked
him.

	He had to stop by the next day to tell Mr.
Martin all about what he had done.  Mr. Martin had to
inspect his asshole in the basement right away.  The
sphincter was still inflamed but when Mr. Martin
inserted a couple of fingers they slipped right in.  Mr.
Martin licked his asshole while jacking off the boy.




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