Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2021 10:08:30 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Boy Lover (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, b/MMM, M/bbb)

Adult Youth, oral, b/MMM, M/bbb

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

Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
All flames will be ignored.

                   Becoming a Boy Lover
                          By
                         Wolf

	I was brought up in West Greenwich Village New York
City, on Christopher Street in a brown stone building with a
Deli, tobacco shop, and a clothing store on the ground floor.
The building smelled of a variety of ethnic food being
prepared in the apartment on the second and third floors.

	My father was an abusive man that was quick to anger
and he struck Mom and us children.  I grew up hating and
fearing him.  Mom feared him and was relieved when he
abandoned us when I was 10-years old.

	During the 1970s, children played stick ball, Kick the
Can, touch football, and basketball in the streets and empty
lots.  We were exposed to gay sex almost everywhere.
There were adult bookstores, gay clubs, and gay theaters
everywhere.  I witnessed men sucking cocks and buggering
each other in back alleyways and anyplace they thought
they wouldn't be disturbed: like empty buildings, dark halls,
and public parks.  Gay people were everywhere.  Almost
every public bathroom had "GLORYHOLES" in every
bathroom stall.

	I happened to be a mop headed blonde when I was
10-years-old.  I was afraid of most men.  There was one old
man, named Nehal, that lived in our building that didn't
frighten me.  He was a chubby white haired old man living
on a pension.  He befriended me.  He invited me to go
shopping with him.  As we walked down the street he
wanted to stop into the local bookstore.  The clerk greeted
the old man by name, with a grin.

	I knew that I was not legally not supposed to be in an
adult bookstore, but the clerk didn't challenge the old man
or me as we made our way to the back where the arcade
booths were located.  We entered a booth and closed the
door.  He put a quarter in the machine and the monitor
came to life.  It was a video of a couple of men sucking each
other's cocks.   I was sitting on his lap and he opened my
pants and played with my little penis while we watched the
video.  About the time he put the third quarter in the
machine, I saw a cock stick through the hole in the wall to
my tight.  The old man pushed my head down towards the
cock.

	I was intrigued by the cock.  The flesh-colored cock
had a thick foreskin covering the head and looked like a
bigger version of my own dick.  I could smell it and there was
a clear drop clinging to the tip of the puckered foreskin.  I
licked it and the liquid did taste bad at all, so I took as much
of the cock into my mouth as possible.  I sucked the cock
until the cock erupted in my mouth.  I swallowed the cum
and liked it.

	The old man was getting off watching me suck the
bodiless cock sticking through the partition.  When I was
finished, we exited the booth and left the store.  I noticed
that the old man had a wet spot on the front of his pants.
The clerk winked at me and said: "Son, you're welcome any
time you care to visit with Nehal.  Later Nehal asked me if I
liked sucking that cock.  I assured him that I did like the taste
of the man's cum.  He explained to me that he enjoyed
watching good looking boys like me sucking cocks.

	In those days no one was really worried about
checking IDs, so by the time of my early teens I could go into
any bookstore with glory holes, and because of my good
looks I was welcome in these places.  I developed an intense
addiction to pornography.  In those days you could only view
porn in theaters, or on 8 mm film projectors.  (There was no
internet back then.)

	I was getting into an adult bookstore for free and the
clerks give me a handful of tokens that allowed me to use
the booths glory holes to suck as many cocks off as I wanted.
Because of my look's alder fagots were especially attracted
to me.  They were all too willing to give me all the quarters I
needed to watch porn videos between the time a cock
would be stuck through the gloryholes.  I never got into the
anal stuff.  I thought that was too nasty.  I was not even that
interested in men.  It was only their cocks that excited me.  I
had no sexual interest in females.  I had female friends and
they were comfortable with me because I was no threat to
them sexually.  A few of the girls in my neighborhood even
liked to watch me suck the cocks of old men.

	All my sexual desires, fantasies, and actions revolved
around ultimately sucking cocks and swallowing cum and
focused on cock.  Because I began my sexual activity with
older men who were mature enough to ejaculate at that
time I developed an intense addiction to sperm.  The male
semen.  My entire sexual gratification or the way I expressed
desires centered around a man's cock especially a big one
and the ultimate reward sucking his dick good enough so
that I would be able to swallow the sperm.  I could even cum
myself sucking cocks without even touching myself.  I really
became and I still am a terrible cum addict or as they like to
say cum whore.

	I began to understand that the older I got the fewer
older men we were interested in me, at the same time I
realized I was attracted to young boys.  Even back then in
my early teenage years, I began to understand something
else about myself.  As much as I enjoyed sexual gratification
sucking older men cock, which I did all the time as much as I
possibly could.  I also noticed that even though I was
sexually stimulated and turned on by sucking a grown man's
dick, I felt no intense attraction to older men in a way that
their bodies, their personalities and the entire package of
being an adult male would be attractive to me.  I was
attracted to the physical act of performing oral sex on a man
and swallowing his cum, but the man himself was not
attractive to me and did not interest me as a matter of fact I
began to realize that my real close personal relationships
and true friends were with only females and I only required
sexual gratification from performing oral sex on adult males,
and I did not require females in any way for any form of
sexual satisfaction.

	If I was not playing in the games on the streets with
the other boys, I was watching the other boys playing.  After
the games it was common to come upon a young athlete
relieving himself in an alleyway.  I would join them and after
we finished peeing, I would start masturbating.  A lot of
times they would run away, but plenty of times they would
watch intently because they envied my large cock with a
thick foreskin covering the head.  In exchange for allowing
them to touch my cock they would allow me to touch theirs.
After becoming their friend, they would allow me to suck
their clean little dicks and scrotums that were wrinkled like
walnut shells.  There was an ever-ending flow of young boys
on the streets every year.

	I thought about the way older men had seduced me
into having oral sex with them.  I realized the playgrounds,
parks, and streets where organized games were played were
the place to find boys.  There were always boys too small to
play in the rough games, but wanted to play.  I would talk to
them and explain how to get bigger and stronger.  If they
express that they are thirsty and I off to buy them a soda.
When they need to pee, I accompany them to a public
convenience and watch them relieve themselves and I
compliment them on what a nice-looking penis.  I take my
cock out and  play with it while I pee.  If they show an
interest in my cock, I allow them to hold it.  If I'm lucky I
move us to a cubical and suck them off.

	One time I was watching some boys playing touch
football on the street and I was sitting on a stoop watching
them playing.  Close by was a group of girls watching the
action.  There was a slender boy wearing blue shorts and a
blue tank-top.  I could hear what he was telling the girls.  He
was telling them about his school taking a field trip to a
matinee performance of Camelot.  He was telling them
about the play but he really got animated when he
described the death scene of Sir Lancelot.  He was describing
King Arthur on his knees holding Lancelot and them singing
and at the end of the song Lancelot died and King Arthur
kissed Lancelot.  He explained how he almost had an orgasm
watching them kissing.  (The girls were amused by his
narration.)  He continued his story about their class getting a
tour of the back stage.  The stage hands were setting up the
set for the evening performance.  The cast were relaxing,
getting something to drink or eat before changing into the
first act costumes.  He told them that he slipped away from
the group and wondered around on his own.  He found a
backstage men's bathroom and when he entered, he saw
two od the male cores line actors in there.  They were in
partial costumes.  One was leaning against the wall and the
other guy was on his knees in front of the other guy.  They
both had their codpiece's down and the guy on his knees
was sucking the first guy's cock.  The girls were giggling at his
description.  Eventually, the group broke up and went in
different directions.

	I watched the boy as he turned down the alley.  I
followed him and when we were out of sight of anyone I
caught up with the boy.  I had heard the girls refer to him as
Gerry but I said: "Gerald may I talk to you?"

	He looked at me indignantly and said: "MY NAME IS
GERRY!"

	"I'm sorry I must have misunderstood the girls talking
to you!  Would you talk to me?"

	The cute boy looked me up and down as he stood
there with his left hand on his hip and the right arm bent up
with his hand close to his face.   In a typical limp wrist
fashion, and said: "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

	His bold question shocked me.  I chuckled before
saying: "I was thinking about sucking your dick, Son."

	The young tart took hold of my hand and led me to a
secluded spot between two dumpsters.  He opened his
shorts revealing that he was wearing tight little pink girl's
panties.  He pulled the front down under his little balls and
pulled on his youthful uncut penis until it was hard.  I knelt
before him and gently cupped his balls as I sucked hid sweet
little penis.  I was in heaven smelling the fresh clean odor of
a young boy.  When he had a dry orgasm, I relished his thrill.

	As soon as I stood up the boy reached for my crotch
without bothering to put his penis away.  He unfastened my
pants and fished out my cock.  He got excited when he
found that I sported a thick foreskin.  He pulled the skin back
and licked my sensitive head.  He skillfully sucked my cock
until I squirted my load into his mouth and he swallowed it
all and lucked my cock clean.  After we put our junk away,
he walked with me to the street.  He expressed his desire to
see me again.  We separated ways with promises to meet
again.

	I find them irresistible and I'm immediately stimulated
erect when I see a cute blonde haired young boy with blue
eyes especially in the summer in the city when his shirts off
and I can hardly resist walking right up to the cute young boy
and begin massaging his nipples, chest, torso, and kissing
him on the cheek.


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