Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:14:03 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Mr. Smith, Artie and Me (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, m/M, m/MM)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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	   Mr. Smith, Artie and Me
                     By
                    Wolf

	My best friend and I were playing in the
basement of his family's home, when we came across
his father's collection of pornographic photographs.
He had an extensive collection with a wide variety of
sexual activities including gay magazines.  Our
discovery was not exactly what you would expect to
find in the home of a family man from Kansas City,
Kansas.  (I mean, you might expect an adult male to
hide girly porn, but a man living in the bible belt of
America is not the kind of man you would expect to
have gay porn.)

	My buddy and I started looking at the pictures.
We became fascinated with the naked men.  At least
I was getting excited looking at the different sizes
of the cocks and balls.  Then we found his father's
stash of gay sexual magazines.  My friend kept
saying that the pictures of men suck cocks and
getting fucked in the ass were gross.  I chose to
look at the girly magazines.  On the other hand my
cock got rock hard, especially while looking at
pictures of black men getting their cocks sucked by
young while males.  While my friend left the room
for a minute, I stuffed a magazine in my pants.

	When I got home I masturbated three times
that night, while studying every picture of black
cocks in the mouths of young white teenagers, in the
magazine.  Every night I would pull the magazine out
of my hiding place.  I knew better than hide anything
under the mattress or closet.  I found the safest
place to hide a magazine was in my collection of old
comic books and 'Hot Rod' magazines.  I would drag
it out every night and masturbate for hours.  That
led me to look at all black men I saw differently.  I
started imagining what their cocks looked like
without clothes on.  I pictured myself sucking on
long black cock.

	I started getting concerned that my friend's
father would notice the absence of the magazine.
So the next time we were in the basement looking at
the collection I waited until he left the room to get
us a couple of cans of 'Coke a Cola', I put it back in
the hiding place.  I was not aware that my friend's
dad saw me through the basement window putting
the magazine back in the hiding place.

	The next day his dad saw walking down the
street.  No one was at home at his house.  He
stepped out on the porch and invited me in.  When I
was in the house he offered me a Coke.  While we
were sitting at the kitchen table he asked me, "Did
you enjoy the magazine I saw you putting back in my
hiding place?"

	I almost had a heart attack on the spot.

	He said, "It's Okay, I don't mind that you
borrowed it.  Would you like to see more of them?"

	I got a funny feeling and got nervous with
sexual excitement, just thinking about his offer.  My
response was, "YES!"

	We went straight to the basement with our
drinks in hand.  He led me with his hand on my
shoulder.  He pulled all of his magazines out of there
hiding place, and boy was there a large collection
that his son and I didn't know about.  He showed me
other gay magazines, and asked me if they excited
me.

	By that time my cock was pressing against my
pants.  Even if I didn't say yes he could see the way
my pants were tenting up.  He asked, "Would you like
to watch a movie with him?"

	Again, "Yes!"

	He put a video in a VCR and led me to the
couch in front of the TV.  I was so close our thighs
were touching.  The video was of an old black.  He
was totally naked and masturbating.  I felt Mr.
Smith's hand fumbling with the fly of my pants.  By
the time he had my pants open and pulled my dick
out of my underwear the video had progressed to a
point where a white man was kneeling in front of the
black man and was sucking on his cock.  Mr. Smith
was skillfully jacking me off by the time the white
man got on his knees for the black man to fuck him
in the ass.  He asked, "Do you like them sucking cock
or fucking better?"

	I could barely speak, because I was almost
ready to cum.  I managed to say, "Cock Sucking."

	At that point he stood up in front of me and
pulled down his pants.  His fat cock was not all that
long but it was stiff as a pole.  His questions ended
and he ordered me, "Take off your clothes and kneel
in front of me."

	How could I refuse, I did as I was told.  He
placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled
my head forcefully against his crotch.  "Suck my
cock!"

	It was hard getting it into my mouth because it
was so fat that it was almost larger that I could
open my mouth.  He began to moan, while he was
grasping my head and started pulling my head back
and forth.  He was fucking my mouth.  Suddenly he
shot his load of cum into my mouth.

	"SWALLOW EVERY DROP!"

	(I can still remember the great taste of my
first mouth full of cum.)

	He demanded, "Stand up and bend over!"

	He turned me around and squatted down.
While he clung to my hips he began to lick my virgin
asshole.  Just the feeling of his tongue on my
asshole was about to make me cum.  He spun me
around and went to his knees, as he took my stiff
cock into his mouth.  I shot my load in just a matter
of seconds.

	After that we got dressed and I went home.
He had given me a couple of more magazines, with
the warning to never tell anyone where you got them.

	That night when I was in my room I had
memories to add to the sight of pictures in the
magazine of teenagers like me suck cock and getting
fucked in the ass.  By the time was finished jacking
off my cock was swollen and painful to the touch.

	The next day I called Mr. Smith's cell phone
number.  He asked me if I had enjoyed the
magazines.  I told him that it took hours for me to
finish looking at them.  He asked me if I would like
to visit a friend of his.  I jumped at the chance.  I
headed for his house after school and was picked up
by him before I reached his block.  We drove across
town and before long we were in the black
neighborhood of KC.  He pulled his car into the
driveway of an old house that was freshly painted.
It was obvious that whoever lived there took pride in
their home.  When the man answered the door I was
taken aback.  It was the black man I had seen in
that video.

	Mr. Smith introduced him as Artie.  Both of
them were not all that tall and they were both
rather portly.  Having seen him on video fucking a
man I already knew that his cock was much longer
and much smaller in diameter than Mr. Smith's.

	As soon as the introductions were over Artie
kissed me, and asked me if I really liked the video I
had seen yesterday.  I assured him that I did.  His
next question was, "Would you like to have sex with
me too?"

	I was fascinated by the differences between
him and Mr. Smith.  I said, "I would like that."

	Artie gave me a big toothy smile.  "Why don't
we get you out of all these clothes?  The two men
had me stand there like a statue while they removed
my clothes.  When I was totally naked they admired
my little dick and how tight my scrotum held my
balls against my body.  There was only the finest
peach fuzz on my body.  My little boner was stiff as
it had ever been and pointed up at a 60 degree angle.
Artie seemed be fascinated with the way it sprang
back up when he pulled it down.  I felt Mr. Smith's
hand resting on my butt before a finger worked its
way into my asshole.

	Mr. Smith and Artie got undressed in front of
me.  Physically they were very much alike.  They
were about the same height and their waists were
close to the same size.  The difference was in their
skin.  Mr. Smith looked like what I had seen of my
Dad.  Artie was a dark skinned Negro.  His butt and
crotch was lighter colored where a bathing suit had
protected his skin from the sun.  The palms of his
hands and bottoms of his feet were lighter too.  He
had very tight nappy hair that was very close to his
head.  When he lifted his arm I could see the tight
little ringlet that looked just like the pubic hair
above his cock.  As dark as his skin was his nipples
were a dark chocolate color.  That long slender cock
dangling between his thick legs was like a black
rubber hose.  As the foreskin slid back to expose
the head of his cock I saw that it was wet and every
bit as dark as his nipples.

	I had never seen a naked black man before.  I
was fascinated with everything about him.  He
smelled of very sweet cologne.  I can still remember
the way he smelled.  The closer I got to his crotch
the stronger his male body odor was.  I could not
resist grasping his cock and lifting it up so that I
could taste it.  I licked the knob and the shaft
before putting it in my mouth.  I was bobbing my
head up and down until I got enough of his cock in
my mouth that I almost choked.

	Artie placed a big hand on the back of my head
and encouraged me to move my head up and down
even more.  I did that to him for awhile before Artie
pulled my head towards him until my nose was
pressed against his pubic hair and the cock was
actually forced down my throat.  I had to hold my
breath because his cock was blocking the airway.  I
had to struggle to pull my head back enough to be
able to breathe through my nose.  He fucked my
mouth until he ejaculate great gobs of cum in my
mouth.  There was so much that when I breathed
some of his cum came dribbling out of my nose.

	Mr. Smith had been playing with my dick and
asshole while I was sucking cock.  He greased up my
ass and slipped his fat cock into my ass.  He fucked
me slowly.  He was in no hurry.  He was planning on
saving his cum for my mouth.  By the time he was
getting close to coming by the time Artie had
another boner.  Apparently watching his friend
fucking my ass turned him on.  He moved behind Mr.
Smith and rubbed his cock against the man's white
thigh.

	Mr. Smith pulled his cock out of my ass and
stepped back to allow Artie to step into place.  It
was a different feeling.  Mr. Smith's cock spread my
sphincter so much that when he withdrew it my
asshole gapped open.  When Artie stuck his cock into
the hole it went in much deeper.  I had the same
feeling as I did when getting an enema.  My lower
tummy felt like it was full.  He fucked my ass with
long full strokes.

	Mr. Smith came around and stood in front of
me until I opened my eyes and saw that fat cock in
front of my face.  You might think that sucking that
cock after it had been in my ass would have been
repulsive to me.  On the contrary my mouth was
watering with anticipation of tasting my own ass on
that cock.  Here I was being fucked at both ends
again and loving every minute of it.  I was reaching
between my legs yanking on my cock as fast as I
could.  Mr. Smith was so close to coming that he was
the first to shoot his load into my mouth.  There
was so much that I could not swallow it fast enough.
Cum was dribbling out of my mouth all over his
scrotum.  While I was trying to swallow his cum my
own cock exploded.  Cum was splashing against my
right thigh and running down my leg.  It was not long
before my foot as slipping in the puddle of my own
cum.  When Artie yanked my ass backwards by my
hips Mr. Smith's cock came out of my mouth.  When
he pulled his cock out of my ass there was a flood of
sticky white cum coming out of my ass in clumps.
Artie used his big hands to rub his cum all over my
ass.

	By the time I was allowed to get dress the cum
had dried when Mr. Smith dropped me off at my
house.  It was late so I went straight to bed.  I had
a great time.  Whatever I touch on my body made
my hands smell like the two men and their cum.


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