Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:00:55 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Terry and Older Men (gay/adult youth, b/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult
males...  If this type of content offends you or you
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                   Terry and Older Men
                          By
                         Wolf

	It was a big adventure when I was allowed to go
to the cinema on my own shortly after my eleventh
birthday.  I was under five-feet tall at the time,
brown hair and eyes.  My friends called me a pretty
boy.

	Normally my parents let me go to the weekend
matinees, but this late afternoon during the middle
of the week I had permission from my parents to see
an old movie at our Oxford cinema.

	It was a minor cult movie that only people that
were interested in the old Sci-Fi genre would care
to see.  Unlike many boys my age I didn't like to sit
down front.  I preferred to sit far enough back to
hear the speakers on the left and right.

	The sun was up when I entered the theater that
evening.  I had arrived early, and the house lights
were bright.  There were very few people there on a
Wednesday evening, so I could sit just about any
place I wanted.  When I entered the theater, I went
to the left side, out of habit.  I walked down the isle
about half way, and moved across the row right to
the middle of the theater.  I sat down to wait until
the movie started.

	Like all 11-year olds, I had very little patience.
I was relived when the house lights went down, and
the curtain started to pull back to reveal the screen.
The projector was already showing the reminder
about the treats in the lobby.  There were the
obligatory movie trailers about coming movies that
seamed like they would never end.  Finally the
Distributing production company logo of Lyon Studios
came on the screen.  The movie was an old black and
white movie that was very dark most of the time.  I
was watching the movie, and hardly noticed when a
man moved down my row, and sat down just to the
right of me.

	At one point the man leaned close to me and
asked, "Would you like a chocolate bar?"

	Of course I had a sweet tooth.  I said, "Yes!"

	He said, "Well, reach in my pocket and help
yourself!"

	I reached in his pants without thinking about it.
The only thing I felt was the shape of a thick hard
cock.  Before I could withdraw my hand, he grabbed
my arm and held my arm in place.  While my hand was
in his pocket, I went ahead and felt his cock.  I found
it exciting to be doing something so naughty and
forbidden.  His cock felt large.

	I had seen my father's cock before, so I was
comparing his cock to this guy's.  If my father's cock
was average his was very large.

	When the screen was brighter, I could make out
that the guy was average looking, slim man, in his mid-
twenties.  I was squeezing his cock gently.  The movie
was almost over, and I had seen it before, so when he
suggested that we leave early I was willing.

	When we exited the cinema it was dark.  We
walked in the general direction of my home.  When we
came to a barn on the outskirts of town he entered
it, and I followed him in.  There were a large number
of bails of hay stacked against the far wall.  The man
approached a lone bail of hay.  When he was in front
of it, he pulled down his pants.  He did not have any
underwear on.  I was looking right at his cock, as he
stood in front of me.

	He told me to have a seat on the bail of hay.
"Now just watch."  He stood there in front of me
wanking his huge cock, with his right hand.  He
stopped short of climaxing, and told me, "Take off
your pants and underpants."

	I didn't even question his command.  I just
unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with
my underpants, while he continued squeezing his cock.

	I learned later what was appearing and dripping
from the end of his cock was pre-cum.

	He breathing was getting harsh and his voice
got deeper as he told me, "I want you to lay across
the bail of hay, and hold your bum cheeks apart."

	I was scared to death that he was doing to stick
that thing in my bum.  I did as he demanded, just the
same.  I felt him slide his cock up and down the crack
of my ass.  It felt exciting when it rubbed past my
asshole.  Then I felt warm cum squirt up the crack of
my ass, and then run down to the small of my back.

	The man picked up a handful of straw, and wiped
my back.  We pulled up our pants, before we headed
in different directions.  We agreed to meet again the
next night.

	We did almost the same thing the next time.  I
jacked him off for awhile before he draped me over
the bail of hay, and rubbed his cock between the
crack of my ass until he came.  Then rubbed his cum
into my asshole, and rubbed the cum all over my balls
and dick.  We got together a total of five times
before I lost contact with him.  I never found out
why I never saw him again.

	I never had the nerve to approach any
classmates or older men about the sexual desires I
had.  I just wanked myself off a couple of times a
day.

	The lack of success finding another man did not
stop me from looking for another man at the cinema.
You could say I was groomed for my next encounter.
When I was 15-years old, I met an older gentleman at
work.  We talked a lot at work about a variety to
topics for months before the subject of sex came up.
When he asked me if I had ever had sex with a man,
I admitted that I had.  I even told him about what we
had done.  When he told me that he would like to suck
my cock I agreed to let him do it.  He asked me to
accompany him home.

	When we arrived at his flat we took our clothes
off and he knelt in front of me and sucked my cock.
He would not let me cum in his mouth though.  He
took my cock out of his mouth and aimed my cock at
my own belly when I started to cum.  When I finished
squirting cum on myself he rubbed it all over my skin.
Then we changed places and I sucked his cock.

	This guy had a long un-cut cock.  It was not
anywhere as thick as my first man.  His helmet was
small under that foreskin.  I found that I was able to
skin back his foreskin all of the way, to expose the
helmet.  It was very wet.  I loved the feeling of that
wet satiny knob in my mouth.

	He patted me on the top of my head when he
was about to cum.  I hesitated a little too long
because I got a mouth full of warm cum.  I had
wondered for years what cum would taste like and
was pleased to find out that it had very little taste.
I decided right then and there that I would be willing
to suck cum any time I had the chance.

	We longed around his flat naked for awhile.  I
got the chance to get a good look at this older man's
body.  He was not the athletic type at all.  He was not
muscular, in fact he was soft looking.  He had a plump
bum and I told him so.  He proudly turned his back to
me and bent over and spread his cheeks to show me
his asshole.  The puckered rosebud was darker than
his white skin.  It opened up when he spread his ass
to allow me to see inside his bowl.  He invited me to
fuck his ass and I was not about to turn it down.

	He knelt down on the floor like a museum
praying to Mecca.  I straddled his hips and aimed my
cock at his opening and was thrilled to watch it slide
into that dark hole.  He was moaning like he was
enjoying the feeling of me fucking him.  I had never
felt anything as good before.  I came in his ass far
too quickly.  I just rested on his hips, enjoying the
feeling of my meat sheathed in that tight bowl.  I
could feel the way his sphincter pulsated with every
beat of his heart.  It felt so good that I got another
hard-on right away.  I started fucking him again.  It
took much longer before I was able to cum again.
This time there was very little cum, and it was almost
painful when I did climax.



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