Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2010 11:43:47 +0000
From: Jake Audio <jakeaudio@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wolf On The Prowl

Here's a little diddly Hope you like it.

Wolf On The Prowl


William Bores is my name. I was 29 years of age in 1972. I was a prowler
and hence I took the nickname of Wolf. I never really told my friends
why. I just told them I was a lone man hence a lone wolf. I loved hunting
for youths. Age 16 and older was my favorite. But a few 14 plus year old
would do. It had been two years since I had a boy that young. Mostly is was
16 and 17 year old lads with a few a bit older. I didn't want any my age or
older than me.  One such boy was Burk.

Wolf - entry June 23 1972

I met a nice boy age 16 Named Burk. He was a smart boy. He knew everything
on how a bike could do fun tricks. I had always loved riding my bike I
still did it when I could. I even rode my bike to work. I wanted to stay in
shape.

I had chosen to be a male nurse. It wasn't as popular back then for men.
But over the years I had adapted into a RN from an LVN. But back in 1972
nurses did the work of what to would be called a Certified Nurses Aid, CNA.
But it paid decent. I had never known my family. I had been raised in a
number of foster homes. Neal was my foster brother. He was the first male I
fooled around with. We were both 14. We had stayed in contact till we
graduated from college. He went on to be an engineer. I still get a few
letters every now and then.

I really couldn't get into woman enough to have any kids except one. I
never saw the boy Tony. I had met his mother at a party where I drank too
much. We had sex which I barely remember. It must of not been that good.
She was the only woman I really had sex with.  She sent me a letter two
years later telling about the boy.  His mother had carted the boy off to
another part of the country. I lived in Virgina at the time. They lived in
California. In 72 he was 7 years old. I got a few letters and sent birthday
and holiday greetings but that's all I heard from the boy.

Back to my telling of Burk. Back then and even today I have always kept a
journal of my life. Burk was one of my favorites finds. We are still
friends to this day. He was 16 in 1972. I had a car but rarely used it as I
said I rode my bike. I would get up early each day and ride my bike to
work. There I took a shower and changed into my nurses outfit. I didn't
wear what the woman nurses wore. I looked like a doctor to many. I had
gotten my boss to let me just wear the same outfits. I never wanted to be a
doctor, to much work. I enjoyed my life. I even found time to travel and
have fun when I wasn't working. I mean the Job really started to pay big in
the mid 1980.

But it was 1972. I had met Burk at the park. He had facial hair except he
kept it shaved well so I didn't see it. he was a bit chunky. I found I
liked that. I mean I didn't turn away a thin male. But I like a bit of meat
on them. I'm not a chubby chasers. Although I been with a few
chubbies. They are sexual too after all.

Burk and I talked about bikes. After about 20 minutes I stepped into the
first step of Prowling. I started to compliment him. It was easy when a
person has something they are good at. I always manage to find something.
      "Your sure know a lot about bikes. What your name kid?"
      "Burk, I may not look it but I'm 16. I'm no kid. I'm a man."
      "I'm sorry Burk. You don't look your age. I William. My friends call
me Wolf."
      "Wolf is cool. So do you live around here?"
      "Why do you ask?"
      "Well its hot this summer and I don't want to go home. So how about
we go to your place."  This kid was bold. I guess he wanted to show how
much of a man he was. We got back to my place and shared a couple of cokes.
It was hot and so his suggestion to be out of the heat was good. I decided
to test the waters so I took off my shirt. He looked at me and did the
same.

I was rewarded with a hairy boy with a bit of meaty flesh. He was slightly
chunky like I liked. I was staring at him. I looked away.
     "Is there something wrong?"
     "You have a lot of hair on your body. I guess you are man. Why don't
you have facial hair?"
     "I do. I have lots. Its just light colored and I shave real close each
day. My dad has a thick beard and you can see his even when shaved."
     "What do you do for work, Wolf?"
     "I'm a nurse. What about your dad? What's he do?"
     "He's not a nurse. He does his contract work in California. I am just
a liability he pays out to."
     "Sorry Burk. I didn't mean to..."
     "...Its alright. I've gotten use to him ignoring me. I still hate it.
I love the son of bitch and he can't even talk to me on the phone."  He
started to cry then stopped when he looked at me. "I sorry. You don't know
me that well."
     "Look Burk I never knew my family. The only person who loved me was a
foster brother. I don't even know where he is now. At least you know who
your family is."
     "But he's such a selfish man. I don't want to live with him. I just
want him to tell me he loves me. I'm his son for Christ sake."

Then he started to cry again. Without thinking I walked over to him and
hugged him. He leaned into me and balled more. When we pulled apart I had a
boner that was obvious. But if he noticed it he didn't say a word. I
certainly didn't want to make any kind of move with him feeling so bad. He
wiped his nose and then asked for another drink.

I went and got it right away. I looked at him and wondered what was going
on. I had just found the best kid ever and he was a basket case. Right on
cue he read my mind and explained what was going on.
    "Wolf, I just talked to my Dad earlier today. I'm sorry I didn't mean
to cry like a baby with you. You must think I psycho or something. Really
I'm a normal guy. Who thinks he had found a real friend."
    "I hope so Burk. You are just hurting inside and I am helpless to help
you. Because I never knew my family I've made my own way. You can talk to
me anytime you want."
   "Thanks I won't even let the fact that you are turned on by me bother
me."

I was shocked by this kid. He didn't miss a beat in anything.
   "I'm not so sure if I am interested in you sexually. I'm turned on by
everything. So kiss me and lets find out."

Compared to Burk I had a little body hair. I was thin and lean. But I like
how he looked, his face and his body. I grabbed him and kissed him with an
embrace. His flesh with his hair rubbed me just right and I was on fire. I
wanted this boy big time. I grabbed his butt and got a handful. I pushed my
tongue into his mouth and was rewarded with his fighting back at me. He
pulled away briefly.
    "I like that. You sure know how to make me want more. Give me more care
Nurse Wolf." He smiled at me and I took that as a cure to reach for his
pants. I had them off and his underwear. He had briefs as did I. He had me
naked just as fast. I took him naked to my bedroom and laid him on my bed.
    "What happens now Wolf?"
    "What do you want to happen?"
    "I don't know anything about sex really other than jerking off."  This
was 1972 remember boys 16 didn't know anything outside of jerking
normally. Sex ed was really about keep your body clean. I don't mean safe
sex. I mean clean.
    "If you want I will show you everything. If you don't want to do
something you just tell me OK.
   "OK. You'll need to start things."

I did too. I took his throbbing 6 plus inch cut member and put it right
into my mouth. He said "shit" so loud it almost made me deaf. I gave him a
good going on his meat. Then pulled off. My own meat was cut like his but a
bit fatter I think.
    "Is that it?" He panted with disappointment.
    "No way. I just don't want you cumming yet."  I got on top of him after
I grabbed a tube of lube. I put some on his meat and mine. I started to rub
my penis against his. He got into the feeling. So did I. I liked
Frotting. It was great cause it often lasted for a while. Plus you can kiss
and feel pleasure on both partners penises. I knew he liked it. Suddenly we
both shot our loads. we had been at it for a while. I was so lost in the
feeling that I didn't realize I was that close. Apparently so was he. I
rolled off him and he rolled over for me to hold him. He cried again. I
asked him what was wrong. He said it was just so wonderful to share
something like that with another man.

I knew he was hook on man to man sex. I had bagged my prey. I was living up
to my role as the Wolf on the Prowl.

I tell you more soon about how far went that day.

Wolf. entry 1 for June 23 1972, entry 2 will have the rest of the story for
that day.



Jake audio
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