Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2016 18:58:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reading Train Station (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MMM

Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MMM

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                Reading Train Station
                        By
                       Wolf

	I was a blond headed 14-year-old, named Tommy,
when it all began for me in and around "Reading" train
station.  There was a park just across the river that had a
public restroom I used regularly.  It had lots of graffiti on the
walls about sucking cock, fucking, and strangely fantastic
wanking material.  Also it had a peep hole overlooking the
urinals sideways.  One day an old guy about 60 came in and
started wanking a really big cock and smiling.  I got really
scared, so I managed to finish wanking and ran out without
looking back at the old man.  That got me hooked on cock
though.  I sucked my first cock shortly after that.

	I was scared to return to the restroom for a few days,
but my sexual desire was too strong.  I went back and entered
that stall with the peep hole.  Eventually another old man
entered and he obviously saw my feet under the stall's
partition, so after he emptied his bladder he approach the
stall and stuck an impressive cut-cock through the hole.  I
wanked him until he was hard.  Then I took it in my mouth
and did my best to give him a good blowjob.  When he
started squirting cum, I pulled my head back and got a squirt
up my nose.  I felt rather safe sucking cocks through the glory
hole for several weeks.  Then a man that looked like a middle
aged truck driver.

	After he finished pissing he simply forced the door
open to my stall, and stuck his cock into my mouth.  He held
my head so that he was in control and forcefully fucked my
mouth.  When he finished cumming in my mouth, he led me
down the street to a small flat.  He undressed me, before he
removed his clothes.  He was a hairy man.  He played with my
penis and toyed with my asshole before sucking me off.  He
swallowed my cum, then he made me suck him off again.  I
visited him several time because I was attracted to his hairy
body.  I still visited the reading station restroom to take
advantage of the glory hole.

	One afternoon as I was approaching the restroom I
found I was following an impeccably dressed gentleman to
the same location.  He looked like he could be a banker.  We
approached the urinals and took out our penises.  There was
that uncomfortable moment while we waited for the urine to
flow, because we were both checking out each other's cocks.
When we finished and shook our cocks he looked at me and
asked, "Would you like to feel it"

	I couldn't resist his proposal, so I reached over and
took hold of his un-cut cock.  It felt warm and the flesh
slipped easily over a stiff core.  The gentleman also took hold
of my Willy and played with it.  Before I could cum he asked,
"I live fairly close would you like to come home with me so
that we can be more comfortable while we continue with
this?"

	Normally I would have been suspicious of any man
asking me to go home with them, but this man was so nice
looking he actually looked out of place in a seedy restroom,
so I agreed.  We straightened up our clothes and exited the
restroom before any other men entered.  He led me to a park
and ride lot near the station where he had parked his
restored 1963 Morris 1000 Minor.  I swear it looked like it had
just been delivered at the showroom.

	True to his word it was only a short drive to his home.
it was a clean apartment and definably a man's abode.  It was
filled with modern furniture and the art work decorating the
walls reflected a man's taste.  He led me directly to his
bedroom and proceeded to undress me and himself.  He sat
me on the bed and knelt before me so that he could suck my
cock.  This time he didn't stop until he had a mouth full of
cum.  While I recovered I assumed he was going to have me
suck his cock, but he had other plans.

	He turned me over and had me lay prostrate across the
bed.  I wondered what he wanted to do until I felt him spread
my legs.  I knew he was planning on sticking his cock into my
arse.  I tried to protest and get up but he was strong enough
to hold me down.  He used a hand to reach for a bottle of
lubricant and applied a generous amount on his cock, and
used the hand to coat the shaft.  Then he used the greasy
hand to stuff greasy fingers up my arse.

	I protested that I had never been fucked, and he told
me to relax or it would hurt even more.  Then he straddled
my legs and as he leaned forward he guided his cock to my
asshole.  As the knob was forced through my sphincter the
stabbing pain made me beg him to stop, but he continued to
shove it deep into my arse.  He laid on top of me while he
fucked me.  He even kissed the back of my neck while he
fucked me.  The pain became a dull throb.  Suddenly I actually
ejaculate all over his sheets.
.
(I had no idea that my prostrate was located so close to my
colon and rubbing it would cause me to cum.)

	The man lay there on top of me while his cock went
soft and just slipped out on my ass.  I thought my arse was
bleeding until I reached back there and felt it.  One look at my
fingers told me that it was his cum.

	He turned me over and we hugged and kissed each
other, while my arse was still throbbing.  He masturbated me
and sucked my cock until I gave him another mouth full of
cum.  I had no more than finished than he took hold of my
ankles and rested them on his shoulders.  That lifted my butt
up enough to align my arse with the head of his cock.  He
fucked me again.  This time my arse was still throbbing, but
this time I enjoyed it more.  That was the beginning of my
becoming a bottom boy.

	The Redding Train Station became my favorite  hang
out.



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