Date: Mon, 16 May 2011 21:52:05 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Seduction of Ronny (gay/ adult youth, oral anal. b/m, b/M)

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                        Seduction if Ronny
                               By
                              Wolf

	I was only 16-years-old when my family moved to Alhambra,
California.  It is one of the suburban communities just east of down town
Los Angles.  It had a long history of Spanish and Mexican settlement,
but by the seventies was becoming influenced by a large Chinese
migration.  We lived in a lower middle class neighborhood.  My family
consisted of my mother, father, a younger brother, named Clark, and me,
Ronald.  No one ever called me that though.  I was Ron or Ronny when
I was younger.

	One of the first neighbor boys I met was Sam, a 12-year-old.  In
fact we were the only boys on the block.  He had jet black hair, and a
perpetual grin.  He was really nice to me.  I worshipped him, I guess.  I
followed him around like a puppy dog.  I was a skinny and shy little kid
back then, (I didn't sprout up until I was a teenager.)  My parents even
allowed him to babysit me.

	I loved to hand out in his bedroom, because he had so many
things to look at.  He made a lot of plastic model cars and had a few
remote control cars.  He had guitars, one was an acoustic, another was a
Gibson electric, and the last was a Fender four string bass guitar.  He had
base balls, gloves, bats and footballs.  He treated me like a buddy, rather
than a little kid.

	The first time he touched me...well...it was perfect.  We were
lying on his bed, looking at his collection of pornographic pictures.
When he slipped his hand into my shorts, and touched my little dick it
was as hard as it had ever been.  He squeezed it and said, "You have a
nice cock.  In a few years it will be as large as mine!"

	The reassurance from him that mine would be as big as his was
music to my ears.  While he played with my dick I enjoyed the way it
felt.  I will never forget how it felt.  He pulled on it gently and slowly.
He unfastened my shorts, and pulled them down my legs, along with my
underwear.  I knew what he was doing was supposed to be wrong, but it
felt so good, so I didn't care what people said about doing such things.  I
even helped take them off.  He stroked my naked cock and rolled my
balls between his fingers.  I would have done anything he asked at that
point.  When Sam bent over and took my little cock in his mouth, I had
my first dry climax.

	Part of me was afraid his father would come home early and
catch us. Just the same I was thrilled at the way he licked, slurped and
suckled my dick.  I was lost to the pleasure of my first blowjob.   When
he stopped I almost cried, but then he started taking off his clothes.

	When I saw his cock, it was so big and erect, standing up like a
flagpole.  To me it looked as large as my father's.  I was fascinated by it,
and couldn't take my eyes off of it.  He lay next to me, and returned to
fondling my dick.  He asked me, "Touch my cock Ron...play with it!"

	There was no doubt about it.  I loved the feeling of his cock in
my hand.  It was like a soft velvety skin over a stiff pole.  I remember
that his touch on my cock was more exciting than when I touched
myself.  It was scary, but wonderful at the same time.  His cock was no
more than six inches long, but seemed much bigger to me.

	We stroked each other for awhile, and finally Sam turned around
and lay on his side, facing my cock.  His cock was staring at my face.
When I felt him take my cock in his mouth, I knew what he wanted.  I
opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth.  I just had a strong
desire or need to suck on that big knob.  Sam was groaning while he was
sucking on mine.  It was fantastic!  I loved the sweaty taste and musky
taste of his flesh.  At first there had been a hint of pissy taste, but when
he started oozing pre-cum I couldn't taste anything but his flesh.  I had
not know what to expect, but learned quickly.  I loved every different
taste as well as the combinations.  I learned to swallow his cum, even
chocked on it the first time.  After that I took his cum all the time.  I
learned to enjoy the taste of that warm slimy slightly salty taste.

	I sought out the company of older men, but didn't know how to
let them know what I wanted.  There some talk about a man that hung
out around the local park's bathroom.  If there was such a man I never
found him.  In my efforts to find the kind of man I was looking for I
went so far as to take the bus west to California State at Los Angles
College.  I had heard that the bathroom of the performing arts
department was the place where gays were uninhibited.  It did take too
long to meet a man that was thrilled to have sex with me, even after he
found out that I was barely 12-years-old.  I met him several times and we
sucked cocks.

	Sam and I were having sex with each other at every chance.  At
least he introduced me to some of his friends before his family moved
away when he was 16 and I was 10-years-old.  His friends were between
15 and 18-years-old.  One of them, Darryl, who was the oldest, family
had a nice home right on the border of San Marino, one of the most
affluent communities in the greater Los Angeles area.  His parents were
hardly ever home.  We had some great parties there, as many as 6 boys at
any one time.  We would gather around the swimming pool naked, so we
could suck cock and swallow cum.  I loved nothing more than to tongue
kiss these guys while we jack each other off.  Boy did I love kissing a
boy especially a boy with a mouth full of cum.

	I was almost 12 before I had my fist ejaculation.  Everything
after that was gravy.  It was shortly after that that Darryl brought a girl
to a party.  Well, actually she was more of a woman than a girl.  Her
name was Sharon, a 23-year-old, and she had taught Darryl quite a bit
about sex.  She did love teaching young boys about sex.  She was the
first female I ever had sex with.  I got to eat her pussy and fucked her
pussy and asshole.  Anal sex had never occurred to me before.  After
having sex with her I thought I was bisexual.  I thought it was great fun
to be fucking her while she sucked another guy's cock.  Also after her, I
was also looking for male assholes to fuck.

	I think my father began to suspect my sexual orientation while I
was in high school.  He never said anything though.  After high school I
entered Cal State LA because I was so familiar with the gay life there.  I
was 20-years-old when my father asked me if I was gay.  When I
admitted that I was, I expected him to respond negatively.  On the
contrary he became my next lover.



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