Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 22:03:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Submissive Mike, (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, WS, b/m, m/MM)

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acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                           Submissive Mike
                                 By
                                Wolf

	My parents owned a home in Ohio overlooking the river.  I was
born in the year 1961.  I was always a chubby boy.  By the age of twelve
I had a strong fascination with the adult male member.  I was too young
to buy adult publications, but one day I was planning on hitting some
golf balls in the back yard.  I went fishing for a five iron club out of my
Dad's bag and went into a side pocket looking for balls, only to find that
my Dad had a nudist magazine stuffed into the bag.  It was one of those
magazines extolling the outdoor life with photographs of families
engaging in outdoor activities like volleyball.

	I took that magazine out back to the shed where I jacked off
while studying the pictures.  The pictures of women with their sagging
tits and hairy crotched were of no interest to me, but the pictures of
naked men fascinated me.  I would spend hours studying the pictures of
the men's cock.  I found the chubby men with big balls wedged between
thick thighs, and just the knob of their cocks sticking out just as
fascinating as the tall skinny men with cocks so long that they dangled
between their legs half way down their thighs, and the lose sacks
containing their balls looked like almost empty marble sacks.  Some of
the men had thick patches of dark pubic hair around their cocks, while
other men must have shaved their pubic hair.  I also was fascinated by
the fact that some of them had foreskins that dangled well past the
thick knob, while others had dark scars where their foreskin had been
cut off.  Of course anytime I could sneak into the shed I would
masturbate while studying these pictures of the naked men and boys.  I
would jack off a few times before Dad would get home, and put the
magazine back before her would get home.

	I had a friend, named Larry, an Italian boy that lived a couple of
houses from my parent's home.  He was a slim dark haired boy, a
couple of years older than me.  I had kept my fascination with the
pictures in the nudist magazines secret from everyone, until one day we
were discussing sex.  He asked me if I masturbated and how often.  I
told him that I jacked off two or three times' a day.  He admitted that he
did too.  When he asked me what I thought about while pulling on my
pecker.  I was afraid to tell him about the magazine, but I eventually
showed it to him.  I told him that pictures' of men's cocks in a nudist
magazine I had fascinated me the most, and gave he a hard-on just
looking at them.

	He suggested that I might like to look at his cock.

	The idea of seeing a real cock other than my own gave me an
instant hard-on that tented out my jeans so much that it hurt.  He even
commented on how much my jeans were sticking out.  He unbuttoned
his jeans and pulled them down along with his tightly whites.  I had
always looked up to him.  For a fourteen year old he had an impressive
looking cock.  He was one of those guys that had a cock that was much
larger at the head than the base, and he had a thick foreskin covering
his knob.  He proved to me just how long it was by laying a ruler
alongside it to show me that it was 7.5 inches long.

	We looked at the magazine together, and both of us got a hard-
on.  He suggested that we should jack-off.  He asked me which picture
was my favorite.  I flipped through the pages until I came to a picture of
a man with a big cock.  He picked a picture of a woman with long hair
and big tits.

	He stood there in front of me pulling on his cock until it was stiff
and sticking straight out in front of his body.  He jacked-off in front of
me for a while before he asked me to jack him off.  He shot a wad of
cum that impressed me.  Later after he went home I smelled my hand,
and the odor of his cock and cum was still on my hand.

	We jacked each other off several times every day after that for a
while.  Before long he would shove me down on the floor of the shed
and sit on my chest while he would shove his cock into my mouth.  He
would make me suck his cock until he would cum in my mouth.  I liked
that a lot.  I looked forward to sucking his cock whenever possible.

	One time he was going to sleep over in my tree house that we
had built in the woods, out of scrap wood we collected.  He had told me
to be sure to bring the magazine with me.  By that time Larry was
almost 15-yearsold.  We met at the edge of the woods just before dark.
When we got to the tree-house it was already dark.  We climbed the
ladder by flashlight, and pulled the ladder up after us.  We pulled up our
canvas bags full of clothes, food and other items.  Larry had brought
along an old railroad kerosene lantern so we could see the magazine.

	I made sure no-one had followed us before we got down to
business.  Larry told me to get out the magazine so that we could look
at it.  It was a warm night so getting undressed in the drafty tree house
was no problem.  We jacked each other off for a while.  I assumed he
would soon have me suck him off, but this night he had other ideas.

	He lay on his back with his proud cock sticking up, and he told
me to straddle his hips facing him.  When I was in position he told me to
sit on it.  As I lowered my butt, he guided his cock towards my little pink
asshole.  I slowly lowered my butt down onto his pole.  I was able to sit
on his hips with all of his cock buried into my ass.  I had my arms
wrapped around my knees so that I could rock my but up and down.
Larry shot his load in my butt in no time at all.

	After that night I sucked Larry a lot over the next three years.
When he would go out on dates with girls and come home frustrated
with swollen 'blue balls' he would come looking for me to take care of
his raging hard-on.  I was always happy to service him.  By that time I
was addicted to cum, his and my own.

	When he graduated from high school he was drafted just in time
for the last couple of years of the Vietnam War.  When he was gone I
was at a loss about what I was going to do about my desire for cock.

	One day I was in the restroom at school reliving myself in a stall,
and over heard some boys talking about a man that had sucked their
cocks.  One of them was telling the other about how this man had been
sitting in his car by the dam, and as he walked past his car the man
asked him if I wanted him to suck my cock.  The other boy agreed that
was how he met the man to.  They called him Bob the Bugger.  Listening
to them, I decided that I would go to the dam and find out for myself if
they had been telling the truth.

	After school I went out of my way to walk by the dam.  I saw a
car that sounded like the car they had talked about.  As I approached I
saw that there was a single man sitting in the car.  As I was about to
approach the car a boy a little younger than me came up to the car.
They talked briefly and nodded to each other before the boy got in the
car, and they drove away.  I knew what the bays had been saying was
true.

	I waited around for a while, just looking out at the water, and
thinking about the prospect of meeting a man willing to have sex with
me.  When the car returned the boy got out of the car and went on his
way.  I was frightened and my heart was pounding, but I managed to
work up the nerve to approach the car.  As I approached the passenger
car door he smiled at me and said, "What are you looking for?"

	I stammered as I said, "I overheard some boys talking about him,
and wanted to find out if it was true."

	He said, "If you want to find out, get in the car."

	I opened the door and got in, as we drove away he asked me,
"Are you sure that you want to do this?"

	In a sudden show of bravery I said, "I have loved cock since I was
eleven."

	He smiled and responded, "Oh...so you want more than a
blowjob!"

	I looked at him as he gave me a quick look while he was driving.
He said, "Most boys just want to be sucked off, and returned to where
they were picked up.  If you're willing I have a cabin in the woods where
we could go."

	I was more than a little scared but I worked up the nerve to say
yes.

	He drove us to a secluded cabin well within the local woods.  It
was so rustic that there was no running water or toilet.  If you wanted
water you had to take it from a creek and there was an outhouse.
When we entered the dark cabin it smelled of kerosene lanterns and
the walls were blackened by the smoke.  There was native stone
fireplace against the end of the cabin, a lone rustic table with four
simple chairs, a cabinet, a couple of simple book cases, and double bed
against the wall.  He had a box full of nasty magazines that contained all
kinds of sex.  There were some with adult women having sex, some with
adult men having sex with each other, then there were some of boys
having sex with each other, the ones that turned me on were the one of
men with large dicks having sex with boys.

	While I was studying one of the magazines of an adult man
fucking the mouth of a boy even younger than me, I had a painful boner
tenting up my jeans that the man couldn't help but notice.  He started
rubbing my penis through my pants.  All I did was moan, and continued
looking at the pictures of the man as he mounted the boy and stuck his
long cock into the boy's asshole.  The man unbuttoned my jeans and
pulled the front of my underwear down to expose my cock and balls.

	I had matured over the past few years and had a man sized cock
and balls.  The man knelt in front of me and took my cock into his
mouth and sucked on it while he worked to pull my jeans and
underwear down and free of my feet.  He sucked me off until I fed him
my load of cum.  He removed my shoes and socks before he stood up.
He took the time to take my shirt off, so that he could play with my
youthful nipples, and he even kissed me on the mouth.  While he was
kissing me he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue in my mouth to
share some of my own cum with me.

	Tasting my own cum was exciting to me.  I stood up and hugged
him while I helped him take off his clothes.  He was a heavy set hairy
man with a pot belly.  I doubted that he could even see his cock without
bending over.  Like a lot of heavy men his balls were very large and his
thick cock only stuck out a few inches beyond the big round balls.
When he was totally naked I sat back down as he stood there in front of
me.  His crotch was right in front of me.  I was able to smell his laundry
detergent along with the male odor of his sweaty body and sex organ.  I
reached out and felt his cock.  I pulled on it to pull the skin back, so that
I could see just how big it was.  It was much thicker than mine but not
much longer.  There was a clear drop of pre-cum on the end of his dick
and I licked it.  I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it.  While I
was sucking on him I lifted his balls and felt them.  I was able to press
my nose against his pubic hair, while his belly rested on the top of my
head.  When he squirted his cum in my mouth I swallowed all of it.

	He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed.  He wanted to
lay there hugging me while we talked about sex.  He wanted to know if I
had ever been fucked in the ass like those boys in the pictures.  I
assured him that my best friend was a little older than me and he had
been fucking my ass from the start.  All of the talk about sex and lying
next to each other soon had both of us hard again.  He asked me if he
could fuck me, and I was happy to kneel by the side of the bed with my
head resting on the mattress where his ass had been.  He spit on my
asshole and added some sort of lubricant deep into my asshole.  He
mounted me and stuck his cock deep into my ass.  He fucked me for a
long time before he was able to cum the second time.  Eventually we
got dressed and he drove me close to home.

	I became his favorite boy for the next few years.  He even
introduced me to water sports.  He pissed on me.  I drank his pee and
he even gave me piss enemas.  We did that in the woods so that I could
empty my bowel on the ground as soon as he pulled out.  One thing he
taught me was cock rings.  We would take rubber O-rings and pull our
cocks and balls through them to force the blood to stay in out cocks, so
that they would get soft after we cum.  That way we could have sex for
hours at a time.  He had a 8 mm battery powered projector that he
showed me videos of all kinds of gay sex.  Some of them also included
bondage and sadomasochism.  I some developed a taste for that kind of
sex.  I became his sex toy.  He even introduced me to other men that
enjoyed sex with younger men.  I was growing too old for his taste and
was willing to pass me on to other men that were happy to have sex
with younger men.  I have spent the rest of my life servicing older men,
but now I am the older man servicing younger men.



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