Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 01:15:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: A Minister's Son (gay/adult youth, oral anal, b/M, b/m...)

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                          A Minister's Son
                                 By
                                Wolf

	When I started school it was a prep-school in Cambridge, and
then I was sent to a small public school in Cornwall, located in the
southwest of England.  My family lived next door to the public school,
so I was able to live at home, while my classmates were boarded at the
school.  My best friend was a boy named Quentin.  We compared pricks,
and he was impressed that my prick was larger than most of our
contemporaries.  Quentin introduced me to his older brother, Alaric.  He
had told his brother about having seen me naked after games.  I was 8-
years-old, and Alaric asked me to join a wanking club with his friends
who were all over eleven years old.

	There were five of us in all, and I had plenty of opportunity to
play with all of their cocks.  There was one of them named Julian who
was the first of them to be able to cum.  He had me suck his cock until
he squirted cum in my mouth.  I was proud of myself to be the first one
to taste cum.  Boy would my father have been upset if he had suspected
what I was doing.

	Dad was a Methodist minister.  His term as a Chaplin was when I
was ten years old, and our family was sent to work at a church in Ann
Arbor, Michigan in the United States for the summer.  Back in the fifties
it was not common for the English to travel to the States all that much.
While we were there I became acquainted with an adult named Bob.  He
would take me places.  We would go shopping.  It wasn't until about
three weeks before we were scheduled to return home that he took me to
his home.  He showed me his home, and the last room he showed me
was his bedroom.  While we were sitting on his bed, he showed me a
huge stack of female porn magazines.  He left me alone in the room
studying the magazines and they were really good.  In those days all
adult magazines always had blackouts covering any private parts.  You
sure couldn't see any actual sexual acts.  I enjoyed studying the pictures
so much that I asked Bob to let me see them again the last week we were
there.

	When we got back to his bedroom, all of the magazines were
gone, so I was disappointed.  He said, "I have some films, if you would
like to see them?"

	I agreed quickly.  He set up a super 8 projector and projected the
films on the bedroom wall.  Again he left the room, so that I could watch
the film in privacy.  There were three films spliced together.  The first
one was of a boy about my age and six other boys that were a little older,
and they were actually old enough to have pubic hair and scrotums that
had dropped.  The young boy went from boy to boy wanking and
sucking their cocks.  A couple the older boys spunked up, and squirted
cum all over the face of the youngster.  I remember seeing white gobs of
cum dripping from his open mouth.  The second film involved a girl and
a boy.  They were as young as me too.  All they did was take off their
clothes, and after seeing them naked for awhile it became boring.  The
third film was far more interesting.

	There were three guys probably older teenagers who were close
to being adults.  The three of them were clowning around.  While they
were naked, they wanked each other, sucked cocks, and to my
amazement that actually fucked each other's assholes.  When they
withdrew their cocks from their mates' assholes cum dripped out of their
holes.

	Bob never approached me to have sex with him.  I would have
loved to do so.  He did promise to write me, and send me stuff if I
wanted.  He assured me that there were plenty of men his age, 32, at the
time who liked boys my age.  He advised me to hang out around public
toilets.  He was sure that even in England it would be the same.  I was a
bit pissed off that he never let me play with his cock.  He said he wanted
to but he wanted me to be a little older.

	I was smaller than guys my age back then with brown curly hair,
hazel eyes, and a willing smile, I have been told.  I was getting used to
the fact that my un-cut dick was not all that common among the males I
met.  My foreskin was loose and easily slid back and forth.  I was also
proud that my cock was as long as most adults when I not even a
teenager.  At the same time my balls had not dropped.  They were still
held tightly against my body in a wrinkled little sack.  The funny thing
my scrotum did not grow all that much even after my balls dropped and
started producing cum, about the age of thirteen and a half.  I also didn't
grow pubic hair until about the same age.

	We returned to England, so that dad could become the minister
of the church in Cornwall.  I have to say that I hated that community
after living in Cambridge.  I had enjoyed cruising the public toilets.
There were very good drawings on the walls and lots of things to read
while waiting for a stiff cock to satisfy.  Some of the toilet stalls had
glory holes.  It was fun to suck a cock without ever knowing who was
attached to it.  I would look through the holes and watch men wanking
and even fucking other men.  I was a little afraid they would catch me.
In reality I'm sure now that they knew they were being watched.  On
those occasions when men would ask me to stick my cock through the
hole, I was a little afraid that they might bite it off.  I was very lucky to
be able to return to the States every summer throughout my teens.

	Dad would do pulpit swaps with American ministers.  I loved
western North Carolina and Ann Arbor.  Naturally I reconnected with
Bob.  This time we did have sex and he shared me with some of his
friends.  Whenever we were in England Bob managed to send me loads
of unbelievable stuff every month.  There were always black and white
magazines of boy porn.  I used to wank off at night studying the pictures
until my cock would swell up so much that it was be painfully inflated
for days at a time.  I told him all about my adventures in the public
toilets.  I had expressed fear that I would be recognized, so Bob advised
me to frequent them after dark.  When we got back together we sucked
each other and he finger fucked me until I was comfortable with larger
objects in my bum.  You can't say he raped me, because I was willing to
have him stick his cock in my bum.  I did enjoy his spraying spunk on
my cock, so that I could use the slippery stuff to wank my own cock for
his benefit.  He introduced me to three of his friends who were happy to
use me in the presence of each other.

	My birthday is in early September, just before the new public
school term starts, so at 13 and a week I had found the best toilets to
frequent after dark.  My fondest memories of that period are that I
would go out on my bicycle to see a friend, but I started going to these
toilets for additional fun.  It was really dark in them.  What few lights
were in there were always broken, so the only light filtering in came
through the windows that were more than eight feet off of the floor.
Anyone entering had to pause while their eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Every horny bastard had plenty of time to study them, and decide if he
wanted to approach them.

	I would change from my school uniform into my PE kit, which
consisted of old white shorts that were so tight that they crept up the
crack of my bum and clearly showed off the size of my prick, without
any underwear, a white short sleeved shirt that buttoned all the way
down the front, sports socks with two coloured bands around the tops,
and tennis shoes.  I always chose a buttoned shirt, so that men didn't
have to pull it over my head to play with, and suck on my nipples.  When
there were no men in the toilets I would place myself outside, and count
cars.  I promised myself that after 20 cars I would go home.

	I never did though, I would stay there until a man would come
along, and invite me to join him in the toilet or walk with him to a
secluded location.  One time I did actually count to a hundred cars
before a man came along.  One night it was so dark in there that I had to
feel my way around.  I knew that there were three urinals.  As I felt my
way around I felt a man's body.  He was standing at the urinal with cock
in hand.  I unbuttoned my shirt, and shorts.  The shorts were so tight that
they wouldn't fall to the wet floor with my legs spread a little.  I reached
over and replaced his hand with mine.  I felt the liquid flowing through
the shaft.  He ran his hand all over my body.  He took hold of my prick
and wanked he until he finished peeing.  When he was finished he
turned to me and had to bend over a little to kiss me.  He sucked my
nipples, and wanked me until I shot spunk against the back of the urinal.
Then he turned my back to him and wedged his cock against my bum
hole.  He forced it into my dry hole.  It hurt, but I endured it.  With all
of the wanking, sucking and ass fucking, I remember only one time that
a man left when he realized how young I was.  One of the things I loved
was to rest a man's cock on top of mine and grip both cocks at the same
time and wank both of us off at the same time.  It was thrilling to have a
man stick his finger in my bum while I was wanking him.

	On my birthday I changed into my usual kit before heading to
the public toilet.  There were three men already standing in front of the
urinals.  I stood behind them as if waiting to use the urinal.  I boldly
stood so close that my cock was pressed against the man's bum.  I
reached around and wanked him off.  As it turned out there were five
men there.  Two of them had been in one of the toilet stalls.  I soon had
my shorts pulled down and I was sucking cocks while being fucked in
the bum.  I'm not even sure if some of them had shot their loads in my
mouth and ass too.  I'm sure some had used me more than once that
night.  Some of them withdrew before they were finished, so my bum
was covered with cum and my face and hair was soaking wet with thick
gobs of cum.  I even wanked off two of them while my other holes were
being used.  I was pleading with them to cover me in spunk.  They were
happy to oblige me.  When they could no longer get it up they left the
toilet one at a time.  I was being felt up until my nipples were sore.  I
was being finging fucked while one of them sucked me off too.  I was
barley aware that as men left others entered and took advantage of me.
I think that I was used by at least 15 men that night.  It was absolutely
brilliant.

	My clothes were soaking wet by the time I left the toilet.  I had
to change clothes before returning home.  I could not resist smelling my
soiled shorts and shirt for a couple of nights before I had to wash the kit
myself, before putting them in the dirty laundry.

	Some times there would be only one man in the toilet, but I
didn't stop until he had squirted as many as three loads of spunk on me.
When I would be home wanking off I would catch my spunk in my
hand and use it to lubricate my prick while I continued to wank off.  I
managed to get away with my activity until I was 17.  I couldn't get
enough spunk.

	Because of my father's position I became a leader with the Cub
Scouts when I was 15 and helped until I was 17.  I also led games for
my prep school for a couple of years.  It was great fun watching the pre-
teen boys playing.  I watched for the ones that were sexually active.  I
would catch them grabbing their mates by the crotch or bum and
clinging a little too long.  When I would confront them about their
activity, they would be frightened that I would tell on them.  When I
assured them that I enjoyed playing too, they would relax.  It was not
long before I had a select little group of boys sucking and wanking all of
the time.  The ones that showed the most interest in sex, I introduced
them to anal sex slowly.  My secret spunk shorts were stiff and yellow
with cum.

	It was a wonder I was never exposed.  When I turned 17 I
volunteered for military service.  I became the personal servant of a gruff
old color sergeant.



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