Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2007 09:05:18 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Martin's Store 4 (gay / adult youth, b/M)

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               Mr. Martin's Store 4
                  Sit Over Here
                      By
                     Wolf

	Just before Stephen's family moved north to
New Jersey he had one last opportunity to get
together with Mr. Martin.  It was just after the
school let out for the summer.  He told Mr. Martin
that once the school year was over his family was
moving.  Mr. Martin was visibly upset that the boy
was leaving.  They both knew that their friendship
was going to come to an end.  They would not get to
enjoy their erotic play anymore.

	They made their usual arrangements with his
mother before retreating to the basement.  They
quickly undressed each other.  Mr. Martin pulled a
box down from a shelf and sat on it.  He leaned back
against the shelf and asked Stephen to sit on his lap.

	Stephen saw that his cock was already hard.  He
approached the man and sat on his leg with his legs
draped over the other leg, kind of side saddle.

	Mr. Martin hugged the boy while he had the boy
rest his head on his chest.  His right hand was resting
on the boy's thigh.  He moved his hand slowly up the
thigh until his fingers came in contact with the boy's
dick and scrotum.  He started rubbing the boy as he
had so many times before.  Stephen felt the man's
dick under his butt throbbing every so often.  Mr.
Martin asked him to turn around with his back to him
and straddle his legs.

	When Stephen did as he was told he felt the
man's cock sticking up between his legs and poking
him in his scrotum.  He could not resist reaching
between his legs and wrapping his hand around the
shaft and playing with it.  He was playing with it very
slowly.  Mr. Martin was making soft purring sounds
while he plaid with the cock.

	Mr. Martin's hands had been resting on the
boy's hips.  He slid his hands around the boy's waist
and up to the boy's chest.  He used the middle fingers
tips of both hands to lightly tease the boy's nipples.
Mr. Martin had never touched Stephen's nipples
before.  It felt like electricity was stimulating his
skin.  His body was tingling all over.  His own cock was
responding by getting as hard as it had ever been.
His little pecker was dancing around in response to
every touch.  It felt like his nipples were hotwired to
his groin.  While he was resting his head on the man's
chest he felt Mr. Martin kissing his neck and hair.
He was in a sexual daze.

	After a few minutes of the sexual play Stephen
felt him reaching for something. He opened his eyes
to see him getting a tube of lubrication from a shelf.

	Mr. Martin had the boy stand up and lean
foreword so that he could insert the rube up
Stephen's butt.  He squeezed tube filling the boy's
ass with a gob of the cool goo.  The man used his
finger to drive the lubricant deeper into Stephen's
asshole.  When Stephen looked over his shoulder he
saw Mr. Martin smearing some of the goo all over his
dick.  He smiled at the boy and said, "I want to fuck
you one last time.  Just sit down on my dick."

	Stephen backed up and looked between his own
legs as he reached for the shaft so that he could
guide it into his asshole.  He sat down on it slowly.  He
quickly reached the "ouch" point that would send a
shock of pain through his ass.  While he hesitated at
that point he had to keep his balance by holding onto
Mr. Martin's knees.  While he was starting to settle
down on the shaft Mr. Martin reached around and
began playing with his nipples again.  Stephen felt like
his cock was growing larger than it had ever been
before as he pushed past the "ouch" point until his
butt settled down on the man's lap until all of the
cock was inside of his ass.  He felt that pulsating or
ping pong effect of pleasure and pain that gradually
changed into an entirely new feeling of pleasure
inside his ass.  Stephen started energetically rocking
and bouncing up and down on the man's cock.  It was
like having the longest start of an orgasm he had ever
had.  He was controlling the action he would rest
when ever he felt like he was about to cum.  He was
deliberately pacing the action to make it last as long
as possible.

	He continued the interrupts colitis until he
heard Mr. Martin say, "I'm close to cuming.  Please
don't cum until I cum first."

	It was only a matter of seconds before Mr.
Martin grunted, "Now".  Stephen felt him pulsing
inside his ass.  Stephen wrapped his hand around his
own cock and jacked himself off quickly.  Mr. Martin
was still playing with his nipples and his cock was still
stuffed up Stephen ass.  The orgasm came quickly
and lasted longer than anything he had experienced
before.  Having a dry climax was both thrilling and
almost painful.

	Stephen sat still for a while before rolling
foreword off of the man's lap.  The cock came
popping out with a sucking sound.  Mr. Martin asked
him to bend over.  He felt the man's hands on his hips.
His thumbs pulled the boy's ass cheeks apart.  You're
asshole is still open ad looks positively beautiful."

	Stephen could feel the cum leaking out of his
ass.  It dribbled down the underside of his scrotum
to drop to the basement floor. Mr. Martin washed up
Stephen's ass very carefully making sure that he was
dry before allowing the boy to put his clothes back
on.

	As Stephen was leaving the store Mrs. Martin
thanked him for being her son's friend and wishing
him good luck when he moved north.  Stephen always
wondered the rest of his life if she knew what they
did in the basement.

	When Stephen's family moved north he had no
idea how he was going to meet another man like Mr.
Martin.  All he knew was that he didn't want to stop
having sex with men.

	He wondered around the neighborhood checking
out where they lived.  He found a park not far from
their home.  It had a playground for young children
and several ball parks for local Little League, tennis
courts and enough room for Pee Wee football.  There
were picnic tables and barbeque pits available for
locals.  There was even a wooded area adjacent to the
park.

	It was early morning and Stephen was hoping
there would be someone his age around to play
baseball with.  He planned on locking his BMX bike to
the metal backstop at the ball park if there were
boys around to play with.

	He was disappointed to find that there were no
boys around.  His baseball glove was hanging from the
handlebar of the bike.  He didn't even pull it off or
lock the bike up.  There was a man sitting on one of
the picnic tables with his feet on the bench.  He
waved at Stephen to come over.  Stephen rode his
bike over to talk to the man.

	The man told him that the local boys would not
show up to play ball until later in the day.  They
tended to wait until the heat of the day passed and it
started to cool off.  He engaged him in small tall long
enough to pick up on Stephen's southern accent.
They talked about the difference in the weather.
Just small talk until he said, "There is a man that will
show you his big dick over there in the restroom."  He
pointed towards the toilet facilities.

	Stephen was shocked at the blunt suggestion
but the man could tell that he was not put off by
statement.  "Have you seen it?"

	The man assured him, "It is a nice one.  Do you
like to look at them?"

	Stephen nodded his head up and down.

	He said, "Well, if you want to see his, just go in
there and go to the last stall.  Leave the door open
and he will show you his dick.  I will watch from here
to keep an eye out for anyone coming along.

	Stephen turned the bike upside down on the
grass in front of the restroom.  His stomach was full
of butterflies and his knees were shaking as he
thought about Mr. Martin and the things they did in
the basement of the store.  He looked over his
shoulder at the man sitting on the table one last time,
as the man smiled back at him.  The man waved his
hand for him to go on in.  When he entered the
restroom it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to
the darkened room.

	Stephen headed for the last stall as he looked
around for the presence of anyone else in the place.
He could smell the strong disinfectant and moist
concrete.  He entered the last stall and closed the
door behind him without locking it.  He was nervous as
hell and his heart was pounding against the inside of
his chest like a jackhammer.

	He had no more than calmed down thinking that
the man had been putting him on when the door
opened.  In stepped that same man.  He was in the
process of unzipping the front of his pants.  He
reached inside of his pants.  When he withdrew his
hand he was gripping a dick that was not any bigger
than Mr. Martin's.  It was fully erect though.

	The man locked the door behind them.  He
asked, "How old are you son?"

	Stephen assured him that he was 12-years old.
(Just a small lie.)  The man told him that he could
feel it if he wanted to.  The boy reached out and
started to jack him off like he had done many times
to Mr. Martin.

	The man moaned and said, "Oh, you do know
what to do, don't you?"

	Stephen saw clear liquid coming out of the tip
of his pee hole.  Mr. Martin had never done that when
he jacked him off.  The man later told him that it was
pre-cum.

	The man let his pants drop to the floor.  He told
Stephen, "Sit down on the pot."  He pushed his
underpants below his butt cheeks as he inched closer
to the boy.  He asked, "Do you know how to suck
cock?"

	Stephen relished the smell of the man's crotch
as he opened his mouth to take the meat in to suck on
it.  He remembered from what Mr. Martin had taught
him about sucking cock to take hold of the shaft with
one hand and the man's scrotum with the other hand.
He swallowed the man's cock until he had to take his
hand away from the shaft and his nose was pressed
against the man's pubic hair.  He sucked the man's
cock for all he was worth.  Stephen was bobbing his
head up and down on the cock.  When he looked up
the man's eyes were closed.  He was thrusting his hips
forward into the boy's mouth as if he were fucking
the boy's mouth.  Every so often Stephen got a taste
of that clear gooey liquid leaking out of the man's
cock.

	He asked, "Son have you ever had a cock in your
ass?"

	Stephen looked up at the man with his mouth
full.  All he could do was nod his head affirmative a
little.  Stephen swallowed as much of the man cum as
he could.  Some did leak out of the corners of his
mouth.

	The man said, "Sweet Jesus" and came in the
boy's mouth.  "You are genuine cocksucker."

	That was the first time Stephen had ever heard
that sort of language used about him and he found it
very exciting to be called nasty things that.

	Stephen never saw that man again but he knew
that the restroom held promise of more opportunities
to have sex with men.




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