Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:03:11 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Old Las Vegas (gay\adult youth, oral, anal, m/M)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a teenager
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                     Old Las Vegas
                          By
                         Wolf

	Las Vegas still is called Sin City but the City
has been infused with a large number of Latter Day
Saints.  While many Cities in Nevada have legalized
prostitution, Vegas actually had laws prohibiting
prostitution.  That does not mean there is none going
on.  It does give the police grounds for cleaning the
streets to impress the moral right wing.  Over the
years there has been a concerted effort to clean up
the unsavory parts of town.

	Twenty years ago the older part of town on the
east side was a lot raunchier.  The farther east you
traveled on Fremont Street from Las Vegas
Boulevard the seedier it got.  Fremont had been the
gambling district before Buggy Segal built the
Flamingo a couple of miles south of town on Las
Vegas Blvd.  By that time The Frontier and Golden
Nugget had seen better days.  As you traveled east
the motels became cheaper.  The street was lined
with pawn shops, liquor stores and adult
entertainment from cheap strip joints to adult book
stories.

	I brought that up because as a teenager
growing up on the edge of town I knew that I was
attracted to men rather than women.  I had seen
the showgirls in the grocery stores and found them
repulsive.  They always had on too much makeup.
Their breast implants and face lifts made them look
like plastic dolls.  They reeked of perfume that could
not mask the smell of their stinking crotches.  Being
a healthy boy as soon as I reached puberty I had a
natural desire to play with my dick constantly, but I
fantasized about males I knew.

	Older boys in the neighborhood or relatives
were the objects of my desires.  I had learned that
guys that were too obvious about their homosexual
desires were ostracized brutally.  I kept my desires
to myself as a result.  Then I heard that the adult
book stores had video booth in the back that had a
wide variety of porn.  I found out they even had gay
videos.

	There was no charge to enter the stores.
Minors were not supposed to pass through the
swinging door to the back room where the most
explicit porn was on display and the video booths
were lined up in rows.

	In addition to the rows of video machines were
racks of magazines and VHS videos for sale.  That
was where I got my first look at a HUNG magazine
at the age of 15.  I could not believe who hard my
dick got in my jeans while looking at the pictures of
men suck cock and getting fucked in the ass.

	I learned that Friday nights were the best
times to be there.  It was crowded and the clerk was
less likely to notice me.  I could ride my bike their or
run there.  Because of the heat I would normally
dress lightly in running shorts and a baggy T-shirt or
what was called a wife-beater undershirt (sleeveless
ribbed undershirt that was popular in the gangster
movies in the thirties).  I was always sweaty as much
from doing something forbidden as from the
physical effort to get there.

	I hung out around the store until the clerks got
to know me and didn't challenge me when I slipped
through the swinging door.  The first time I entered
the back room I was very nervous.  I glanced at all
of the pictures on the wall next to each door
depicted the videos on the machine.  My heart was
pounding at the prospect of seeing something
forbidden or being chased out.

	In the back of the room I found several booths
that were more or less hidden away.  The pictures
possessed a lot more gay pictures.  Some of the men
back there were not happy about seeing me in there.
I noticed several men waiting next to booths.  I
assumed they were waiting their turn to use a booth.
In time I noticed that doors were left open and the
men at the door were either jacking off or the man
inside was reaching out to jack them off while they
watched a video.

	I found a booth in back and slipped in.  I read
the sign on the wall that proclaimed that the door
was to be locked and only one patron in a booth at a
time.  I was nervous about leaving the door open, so
I closed the bolt.  I saw the instructions calling for
a quarter to be inserted in the slot that deposited
the coin in a box that the store clerk had access to
from the outside with a key.

	The video machines operated on quarters.  In
those days you could sit in a booth for two hours for
a couple of dollars worth of quarters.  I inserted a
quarter and flipped through the 6 to 8 video stories
on the machine until I found one that caught my eye.

	The video that caught my eye was a story
about a man that looked like a young businessman
with horn rimmed glasses.  It looked like he was
asleep until the bus reached the end of the line.
When he got off of the bus he looked lost.  It was
dark when he approached a group of four black men.
When he asked for directions the men mocked him,
with statements that a Casper like him had no
business in the hood.  They pulled him into and ally
where they stripped him of his clothes.  The four
black men took off their clothes to show off their
rock hard bodies and long cocks.  Two held his arms
while the other one of them made him suck a black
cock and the forth one stuck his big cock up that
white ass.  I watched the complete movie while
rubbing my cock.  I actually came in my shorts.

	After I had become a regular in the back room,
the clerks only winked at me.  They did alert me if
they knew a plainclothes cop was hanging around.
When I got the message I would stay in front
looking at comics until the cop left.  I had to ask
them how they knew who they were.  They chuckled.
They always send in new rookies that look too clean
and sometimes they come in pairs while an older
cop's teaches the rookies the way around.  Besides
you can spot a hideout gun.  You can even spot a
badge on a belt under a loose shirt.  After that I
could spot one whenever I entered the store.

	When I got bolder I started leaving the door
unlocked.  Some men would open the door and
apologies.  They never failed to give my cock a look
while I was jacking off.  Some would stand there and
pull out their cocks and jack off for me.  One night
a guy actually stood there until he squirted cum all
over my shoulder and chin.  I was hooked.

	I would invite men into my booth.  The floors
were so sticky with cum they didn't dare kneel on
the floor.  But they would squat down, so I could
watch the videos, while they sucked my cock.  At
other times I would enter a man's booth that I
thought was attractive and squat down and suck
their cock for them.  I did learn to enjoy swallowing
cum.    I discovered that a lot of the booths had
glory holes.  I could suck cocks without ever seeing
what the men looked like.

	One evening after sucking a guy's cock, I was
heading home when a man pulled up to the curb.  I
was impressed with his car.  It was a classic red
1957 Thunderbird.  He lowered the electronic
window on the passenger side and asked me if I
would like a lift.  I gave him a good look.  He looked
good to me, so I got in his car.

	As he pulled away from the curb he asked me,
"Are you in a hurry?"

	I said, "I'm in no hurry to get anywhere."

	I could make out the smile on his face by the
oncoming headlights of cars.  He placed his big hand
on my bare thigh.  I didn't stop him as his hand slid
up my inner thigh towards the large opening of my
shorts.  By the time his hand was resting on my
naked cock, it was as hard as it had ever been.  The
man not only pulled my dick out, he started jacking
me off slowly.  He headed his car out of town until
he came to one of those low slung ranch houses with
the almost flat roofs so popular in the area at the
time.  He pulled the car directly into the attached
garage with a remote garage door opener.  The door
was closing behind us as we got out of the car.  We
entered the house through a half bath.  He led me
right to a bedroom, where he showed me his
collection of magazines and videos.  He put on one
that really got me excited.  It was a video of boys
totally naked in the company of a bunch of older
men that were fat and hairy.  The boys were giggling
while that jacked off the old men and sucked their
cocks.  Some of the boys straddled the bellies of
the old men so the men could suck their little
hairless cocks.  Eventually the men greased up the
boys butts and fucked them.  Some looked like they
enjoyed the action while others looked like they
were in pain.  My host told me, "The one crying were
virgins!  Don't they look cute?"

	I was so excited that pre-cum was seeping
through my shorts.  He saw it and asked, "Do you
want to let me fuck you?"

	I swallowed and said, "I think so.  Will it hurt
me that much?"

	He said, "It depends on you.  The best way to
learn to fuck is to make like you are taking a big
dump.  The minute you try to close your sphincter it
will hurt like hell."

	He said the first time you might want to sit on
my cock.  He had removed his clothes and laid on the
floor with his head propped up against the couch.  I
pulled off my shorts, and straddled his hips facing
him.  I reached down and started jacking him off
until he was hard and pre-cum was leaking out of his
cock.  The man had some greasy stuff he smeared
all over his cock.  When he removed his hand I
guided the knob towards my asshole.  I did as he
suggested and pretended I was shitting as I lowered
my butt down on the shaft.

	At first I felt my sphincter clamp shut and it
felt like I was sitting on a red hot shaft of steel.  I
lifted up and then tried again.  I was sweating all
over as the cock disappeared up my ass.  I was bent
over watching as I eventually was sitting on his hairy
crotch.  I started bouncing up and down.  I actually
squirted my own cum all over the man from belly
button to face.  He wiped it up and licked his fingers
before he came in my ass.

	When I lifted up to clear his cock, his cum
flowed all over his crotch.  I reached under my ass
and found that my asshole was gapping open.  I was
afraid it would stay like that forever.  He assured
me that it would relax soon enough.  I just had to
suck his cock clean.  I cuddled up in his arms to rest
while we watched more sexy videos.  When I got
another boner he allowed me to fuck him.

	He reclined on the floor and pulled his legs up
and pulled them up until his butt was fully exposed
to my sight.  When I reached for the grease he
chuckled, "Baby, my ass has been fucked so many
times you might need a lifeguard"

	When my dick slid into his ass he pulled my
head down and kissed me while I fucked him.  It was
a thrill to actually be fucking the hairy ass of a man
old enough to be my father.  I came in his ass
quickly.  He asked me if I had to get home soon.  I
assure him I had all night.  That was when he pulled
a leather covered footstool and draped me over it
face down.  He checked how greasy I was before he
added some grease to my asshole.  This time when he
entered my ass I relaxed and let it slide in.  I was
looking at the video at a sweet looking younger blond
boy was chucking as a man was stuffing a fat cock
up his ass as the man buried his dick in my ass.  It
felt like I was that boy in the video as the man
fucked me.  It took a long time for him to cum, but I
also felt my own cock discharge a few drops on the
leather.  I felt exhausted.  I lay there for a long
time.

	I had to be helped up as we headed for his
bathroom.  At least he had a tub large enough for
the both of us.  He took great pains to clean me
thoroughly.  When we were dressed he drove me
home.

	A new world had been opened to me.  I had a
new place to go and enjoy a sex beyond my wildest
dreams.  I was treated to boat rides on Lake Mead
with other men that were just as lustful and my
benefactor.



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