Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 17:38:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training Tom (gay/beginnings, sm, oral, anal, m/bbb, m/m

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
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                 Training Tom
                     By
                    Wolf

	My name is Thomas, but they call me simply Tom.  I
grew up in a suburb of Detroit, Michigan in the shadow of
Ford Motor Company's World Headquarters.  The suburb was
made up of a mix of middle class automotive engineers,
skilled tradesmen and well paid factory rats.  They were tidy
houses with manicured lawns.  my family lived on a quiet
dead end street.  There was an old railroad track that used to
be Henry Ford's electric train.  The children in the area played
on the tracks, and even did some cock sucking in the bushes
on either side of the track.

	When I was old enough to bridge over from Cub Scouts
with the Arrow of Light I joined the local Boy Scout Troop.  I
took everything very seriously and was very proud to belong.
I was a little intimidated by the older boys.  As a new Scout I
resented having to take orders from the older boys, but I did
followed instructions.  I went through the ranks at a normal
pace.  I was very proud when I made first class at thirteen
years old back in 1976.  My Scoutmaster and old Cub-master
selected me to be a Den Chief for a WEABLOS Den.  These
were the 11-year-old-boys.  That would be bridging over to
Boy Scouts in a couple of months after the New Year.

	One of the mothers and her husband were the leaders
of that den.  They were used to me conducting pre-meeting
games with the boys as they arrived.  Her husband worked in
an office so the weekly meetings were conducted by his wife.
She conducted the meetings in the basement play room.  One
day she had called me to let me know that she was going to
be late, because she had to take her mother to the doctors.

	I was left to supervise the meeting until she would
arrive.  I planned on letting the boys play a game called 'Toss
a Cross' until time to start the meeting.  Three of the boys
including her son were little devils and ganged up on me.  The
three of them wrestled me to the ground.  They tied me up
and said they were going to torture me.

	They were giggling as they set about stripping me of
my uniform.  The only problem was with my hands tied
behind my back and my legs tied at the ankles, they couldn't
completely remove my shirt and undershirt, or pull my shorts
and underwear below my ankles.  Their torture consisted of
playing with my dick.  The more they played with it the
harder it got.  It did turn out to a tortious because every time
I got close to cumming they would pinch the head of my dick
until my cock would go soft.  I was reduced to begging them
to let me cum.  There came a point that I couldn't help it I
came all over their hands.  They untied me before the rest of
the den arrived.  Nothing more was ever said about that day.

	When I was 15, I was working as a counselor at
summer camp.  I was average height at for my age, brown
hair and eyes.  It is also worth mentioning my penis was
average and circumcised.

	During one week I met a young scout that turned out
to be into the same games.  He was a 12-year-old second
class scout, named Joesph.  He was a friend of one of the
boys that had tortured me that time.  We managed to slip
away from the camp during free time.  We would find a
secluded place in the woods where he could play games like
"James Bond" or Pirates looking for hidden treasure.

	His favorite form of torture was to play a game called
edging.  (I learned that edging is a form of arousal where the
victim is restrained and brought to the brink of orgasm
without letting them climax.  They do it over and over until
the victim is driven to distraction.  The 'torture' aspects of this
are obvious.)  He had great hands.

	When summer was over he started coming to my
house.  He liked to tie me spread eagle on top of my bed,
when we had the house to ourselves.  He used coconut sun
screen to lubricate my penis and my asshole when I was
secured.  He would demand the location of the pirate
treasure or where the micro dot with the secret formula of a
deadly virus.  For not talking he would play with my dick and
finger fuck my asshole.

	When we were not in uniform most of us lived in
tough-Skin jeans and Converse tennis shoes.  All normal items
found at the local Sears store.  All of us ranged in height from
5' 6" to 5' 10" and weighted 135 to 160 pounds.  Joseph took
advantage of the situation one day and he applied sun lotion
to his own cock and straddle my legs while I was secured and
inserted his cock into my asshole.  It was a shock and more
than a little painful, but when he started fucking my ass I
actually squirted cum on the bedspread.  Eventually he didn't
even have to play the games or tie me up.



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