Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2016 21:03:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sledding Hill (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M

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Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M

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
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read it.

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Sledding Hill
By
Wolf

	I grew up in Vermont, New England.  A land locked
State between Canada, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and
New York.   We live not far from the Green Mountains Finger
Lakes National Park.

	Our neighbor was a 70-year-old, named Mr. John
Hatch.  He had a great sledding hill right by his house.  During
the winter sledding was my favorite pastime.  In the winter of
my twelfth year I was planning on using the hill for the
afternoon of sledding, right after I had finished shovel snow
off his driveway.

	I would have cleared his driveway even if my parents
didn't insist that I do a good turn for our senior citizen
neighbor, so that he could get his car out of the garage.  I
arrived at his house earlier than I had promised.

	It is common for New England homes to have fully
appointed rooms in the basements because the temperature
below ground is more constant and easier to warm during the
winter and cool during the humid summers.

	So when I passed the basement window I happened to
look down through the window and witnessed Mr. Hatch
getting into his snow gear.  He stopped before zipping up the
crotch and started masturbating.  It turned me on watching
him play with himself.  I even stuffed my hand into my own
snow-bibs.  I was so excited that I dropped my snow shovel,
and it made a terrible noise when it fell against the window.
He was as startled as I was, and I stumbled backwards, and
fell backwards down the slope into the snowbank.  I must
have gotten hung up on some sort of buried bush.

	I was still struggling when Mr. Hatch came out of the
house.  He found me struggled to extract myself from the
snowbank.  He was about six-feet tall, with reddish hair and a
stocky build.  When he found me stuck in the snow, he
helped me free myself from the twig restraining me, then he
dropped down and started tickling me.  That led to us
wrestling around on the snow for a short time.  At the end of
our playful little tussle he insisted on me coming into the
house for a cup of hot chocolate.  He suggested that we go
down to the basement where it was warmer
.
	Over the chocolate he asked, "Did you I enjoyed
watching me jacking off, and do you play with yourself?"

      I was too embarrassed to admit that I had enjoyed
watching him jack off, but I did admitted to masturbating
myself.

	He said, "I jacked-off three or four time as day when he
was my age.  One time I jack-off so many times that I rubbed
a blister on my cock.  It was so swollen that it was as big
around as it was long.  Back in those days there was no such
thing as K Y lubricant.  We had to use Vaseline or a hair palm
aid that smelled like flowers to lubricate our cocks.  Most of
the time my crotch smelled like a virtual flower garden."

	 When we finished drinking our chocolate he instigated
another wrestling match and tickling game that ended up on
the floor.  He managed too also grope the crotch of my snow
suit.  I was obligated to grope his crotch too.  He sported an
impressive bulge.  We worked up a sweat during our playful
wrestling match, so we agreed to remove them.  When we
were down to out underwear we continued wresting.   I was
in my tidy whites and Mr. Hatch was in white boxers.  While
we were wrestling his cock fell out of the fly.  It had been one
thing to see it through the window but seeing it up lose
enough to smell it was another thing.

	I couldn't resist taking hold of his cock.  All pretense of
wrestling ended at that point.  He pulled down the front of
my underwear and started playing with my cock and balls.
We started jacking each other off.  He was on top of me and
he took my cock into his mouth, and his cock and balls were
dangling over my head, so I simply opened my mouth and
took most of his cock into my mouth.  He was fucking my
mouth while sucking my cock.  It was thrilling to be looking up
at his hairy asshole while having him fucking my mouth.  I
almost chocked when he squirted his load of cum into my
mouth.  I gave him a taste of my own cum before we rolled
over and rested.

	I thought about what we had done that evening while
masturbating in my bed.  I continued visiting Mr. Hatch two
or three times a week and I enjoyed sucking his cock as much
as him sucking mine.  A couple of months passed before the
subject of anal sex came up.

	We talked about sex while we rested after sucking
cocks.  He asked me if I had ever had anal sex with anyone.
Of course I had thought about having that kind of sex before.
I had seen photographs of male pornography depicting men
buggering other men and boys.  I just thought it would hurt
too much to have someone bugger me.

	Mr. Hatch must have picked up onto my reluctance by
my body language.  He assured me, "I will be very careful not
to hurt you."

	I eventually agreed to try it.  He got out a tube of
lubricant and greased up his cock carefully, then he lubricated
my asshole.  It actually felt good as he stuck two greasy
fingers up my ass.

	He debated if it would be better to fuck me doggie
style or in the missionary position.  He told me that he
preferred missionary because he like looking at my face, and
he could jack me off.  Just the same he opted for doggie style
the first time.  He had me lay face down across a padded
footstool.

	I suspect he opted for doggie style because I couldn't
fight to get away.  I was trapped on my knees draped across
the automat.  He placed a strong hand on my back to hold me
down while using the other hand to aim his cock at my
puckered little asshole.  When it started entering me I begged
him to stop, but he had no intention of stopping.  I knew he
was all the way in when I felt his body pressing against my
butt.

	He started fucking me slowly at first.  The longer he
fucked me the pain decreased.  Mr. Hatch started increasing
the speed of his fucking until I heard the slapping of wet skin
as he slammed his hips against my butt.  Suddenly he stopped
moving and let out a soft moan.  He laid over my back
breathing in my ear.  He was sweaty as he pinned me to the
automat.  It took a few minutes before his cock lost its
erection and just slipped out of my ass.

	I thought my ass was bleeding until I raised my body
until I was upright on my knees.  I saw the watery white cum
pooling on the floor between to my knees.  I reached back to
feel my asshole and found it gapping open.

	Mr. Hatch assured me, "Brian it will take a little while
before you sphincter to relax and return to a puckered state."

	We rested for a while before we got dressed and I went
home.  That night my asshole was throbbing.  I masturbated
while thinking about Mr. Hatch fucking me.

	By spring time I was comfortable with Mr. Hatch
fucking me missionary style, so that me could jack me off
while he was fucking me.  He also allowed me to fuck him.  I
loved the feeling on his sphincter gripping my cock.

	I was a confirmed pussy boy and knew gay sex was
going to be my thing the rest of my live.



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