Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2019 09:14:23 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Sonny (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, beast, scat, b/bMMMd

Adult Youth, bear oral, anal, scat,  b/b M D

Author's Note:

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 a consenting underage
boy and adult males...  If this type of content offends you or you
are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.  All
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                             Sonny
                              By
                             Wolf

	My story started when my parents lived in a small town
on an island in Puget Sound, Washington.  It was the kind of
place where no one locks their doors or cautioned their children
not to talk to strangers.  All of the kids were free to roam the
island.  So, I was free to explore anyplace I wanted.  I was eight-
years-old and my younger brother was still in dippers.

	My grandfather had taken me to a baseball Seattle
Mariner baseball game when I was much younger.  When he
took me to the men's bathroom, I saw that the urinal against the
wall was a metal trough.  I was fascinated by the sight of all
those men standing there holding their cocks while the pissed.  I
thought all of them had monster cocks.  The was why I became
fascinated with men's cocks.

	One day I was following the railroad tracks that cross our
little island towards the shoreline.  I was planning to explore the
beach.  There were no houses or building for blocks.  As I was
making my way to the beach, I came upon a man lying in the tall
grass with his head resting on an old rolled up sleeping bag, and
a collection of things like a blackened pot he obviously cooked
in, and a variety of useful items for camping.  From his
disheveled and dirty appearance, I assumed that he was
homeless hobo or bum.  I assumed he had made his way to the
island by walking across the railroad tracks.

	Being a curious kid, I stopped to talk to the man.  While
we were talking, he continued to lay there with his head resting
on the sleeping bag.  He casually lay there rubbing his crotch
until there was a bulge in his dirty pants.

	I had never seen a man doing that before.  I didn't know
that men got hard-ons.  From what I could tell it was substantial.
I instantly started getting excited, especially when he unzipped
his pants and fished out his cock.  When I was 8, anything longer
than five-inches was enormous.  I have no way of knowing how
big it was, all I know is that it looked BIG to me.

	He said, "come here, Boy!"  While he stroked the shaft of
his cock.

	I was mesmerized by the sight of his cock and approached
him without question.

	"Take hold of my cock, Boy!"

	I knelt by his body and took hold of his cock.  It was all
very thrilling.  I didn't even mind the smell of his body and
clothes.  His clothes smelled of rancid pee, and his body odor
was strong enough to destroy the nose of a bloodhound.  My
own little dick was straining to escape from my pants.

	The man unzipped my pants and pulled out my little
three-inch boner.  He pulled me close and used one hand to the
back of my neck and pulled me down towards his cock, and with
the other, he pulled on my little penis.

	When I opened my mouth, I couldn't get all of it into my
mouth.  When I stopped, he used his hand to force my head
down until his cock was chocking me and my nose was pressed
his smelly pubic hair.  When he relaxed the grip, I tried to lift my
head, then he shoved my head back down.  He was in fact
forcefully face fucking me.  He suddenly started pissing in my
mouth.  I gagged and choked, but was forced to swallow is urine.
When he finished pissing, he continued to fuck my mouth until
he squirted his cum in my mouth.

	While I was struggling to recover from the shock of
swallowing his urine and cum, he pulled his filthy pants down to
his knees along with his filthy underwear.  He flopped onto his
back in a way that he was able to lift his butt up into the air.  He
grabbed my neck again and pulled me behind him and forced
me to lick his asshole.  The excess shit was clinging to the hairs
ringing his asshole and in smelly little ball.  I was forced to lick
his ass clean.  I felt sick but continued to lick his asshole and up
on demand I even forced the tip of my tongue into his asshole.
When he was satisfied, he stood up and while he pulled up his
pants, I made a dash for it.

	I heard him call out, "Any time you want to taste more
you can look me up!"

(Looking back on the experience now, I would enjoy all of it,
except for the shit part of it.  I never told anyone about what
happened, because I blamed myself for talking to him until I
related the event to my therapist as an adult.)

	I was always horny for cock after that.  I made a habit of
masturbating two or three times a day.  I was always trying to
see men's cocks.  When I was between ten and twelve-years-old
I frequented the church swimming pool at their summer camp.  I
hung out in the locker room and sucked any cock offered me.

	When I was at home I didn't know where to find men that
wanted their cocks sucked.  I was disappointed until a neighbor
asked me to look after their dog while they were away for a
couple of days.  I was to feed and water him and bury his waste.
I sat on the steps of the back porch and petted him.  He started
rubbing up against my leg.  He placed his front legs on my thigh
and gripped my leg while he started humping my knee.  I saw his
wet, red and blue mottled penis with the pointed tip sticking out
of the hairy sheath as he banded it against my knee.  I couldn't
resist reaching under his belly and touching his cock.  The dog
stopped moving when I touched his cock.  I wondered what it
would taste like.  I had him lay on the grass on his side and I
knelt beside him and lifted his leg and took his cock into my
mouth.  It didn't take long before his cock erupted and he
squirted very warn, water cum into my mouth.  The dog also
licked my dick, balls, and asshole a couple of time a day until his
owners came home.  That activity ended when my father got a
job in southern California.

	We made the move to San Dimas, California my younger
brother and I shared a bedroom.  In those days there was no 210
Freeway or 57 Freeway.  There was just the 10 Freeway, Foothill
Boulevard, and Arrow Highway.  (Arrow Highway was part of the
old Route 66.)  The only activity near us was in late September
the Loa angles County Fair took place in the neighboring town to
the east Pomona.  In the winter was a National Hot Rod
Association NRA) Winter National Drag Race.  Other than that, it
was the soggiest place in Los Angeles County.

	I was a 13-year-old, blonde boy of average size and my
brother was no more than 9-years-old.  Our twin beds were only
an arm's length apart.  One night I could see that his covers
were moving up and down about where his middle would be.  I
asked him, "What are you doing?"

	He pulled back the covers and showed me his rock-hard
little penis.  Of course, by then, I was rock-hard myself.  I didn't
let him know that I had a boner and rolled over to turn my back
to him.

	A couple of nights later he started playing with himself
again.  He exposed himself and started stroking his little penis.  I
flung back my covers and started stroking myself.  I asked, "Can I
touch yours?"

	He said, "Yes"

	I sat on the edge of his bed and replaced his hand with my
own.  I stroked it with a couple of fingers and my thumb, then I
leaned over and took it into my mouth.  I could feel his little
penis throbbing.  His little scrotum looked like a walnut shell
held tightly against his body.  I continued sucking on him until he
shook through a dry cum.  By that time, I was so aroused, I shot
my load all over the bed sheets.  He was so surprised by the
sight of the white stuff coming out of my cock in pulsating
spurts.

	The next night we fooled around again.  he wanted to
suck mine.  I explained how to suck cock without scraping it with
his teeth, and he seemed to be good at it right away.  He went
down on me like a pro.  When my cock exploded in his mouth,
surprisingly he lapped it all up.  I enjoyed his efforts so much I
simply had to return the favor until he experienced a second dry
cum.

	We continued sucking each other off and on throughout
my teenage years.  My little brother was thrilled when he was
old enough to cum in my mouth.  He had a five-inch cock by the
age of twelve.  I was proud to be the first one to taste his cum.
That became a regular bedtime activity.

	When I was 14, I got a job ringing the Salvation Army bell,
at the May company Eastland Shopping Center, to earn money.
They had this great men's room located in a curator behind the
shops.  You could hear anyone coming in.  There was along row
of stalls against one wall and the other wall had several sinks
and several urinals.  It was a virtual smorgasbord of cocks to
suck.  I spent a lot of time in there, cruising for guys cocks.  One
night, I felt someone's hand on my leg.

	It scared the shit out of me, but I didn't make him stop.  I
was so hard.  Then he asked if I wanted to go out to his car with
him, and I said yes.  We went out and got in the front street and
he pulled out a beautiful rock-hard cock and told me to go down
on him.  I did and I loved it.  He was about 40 years old and I was
14, so the die was cast and I always preferred older guys.  That
was the beginning of it all. I have sucked 1000s of dicks since.
To this day, I can't get enough cock.

	I grew. up to marry my best friend, of course, it was not
legal until the law changed in California.  My brother married a
girl in the late 70's.


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