Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2011 12:32:53 -0400 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Bitches Son (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/M DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2010 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Bitches Son By Wolf To tell my story I have to tell you about my mother. As a child I didn't understand why I was blamed for my mother's inability to find a man willing to marry her. I had to grow up, and undergo a lot of therapy to come to grips with my mother's problems. My mother came from a small town. The only celebrity I could compare her to would be Janis Joplin. She was not an attractive girl. She fought weight all her life, and had a face that had been compared to a bull dog. Her driving force was to get married to an attractive man. While she was a high school teenager, she pursued a nice looking guy. The only way he would date her was because she was willing to put out. She deliberately did everything she could to get pregnant. As soon as she confronted him with the news that she was pregnant, and he had to marry her, he told her that she was crazy. The only reason he had gone out with her was for the sex. He told her she could do whatever she wanted but he was not going to marry her. She left town rather than be embarrassed by everyone knowing that she had been rejected. She kept me because she felt that she would have someone that would love her unconditionally. She had to work hard to support us, but she still had dreams of marriage. The problem was still the same, the only reason men world date her was for the sex. Whenever she brought up the subject of marriage, the guys would stop coming around. Rather than admit that it was because of her looks, and clinging ways, she convinced herself it was because men didn't want to a marry woman with a child. When guys would abandon her, she started blaming their rejection of her on me, because, she said, "I had not been nice to them." She began to resent me. She insisted that I had to be nice to her boyfriends. How was I supposed to be nice to men that didn't even want to talk to me? I hardly ever saw these men. I only saw most of them when they were picking her up to take her to some bar. I was normally asleep when they came staggering home. Sometimes they made enough noise to wake me up, and I would go back to sleep listening to her bed banging the wall. When the inevitable abandonment was coming, I knew I was going to have to put up with her sullen mood. I was about 8-years old when she brought home a bald headed man. This guy seemed to like me, and he wanted to hang around the house a lot. Mom thought she had found a man that was interested in marrying her. She was ecstatic. She constantly reminded me not to do anything to upset him. I felt a little uncomfortable the way this guy was always hugging and kissing me on the cheek. I knew better than to complain about his behaviour. She would just accuse me of trying to come between them. He wanted to take me places on the pretence of getting to know me better, and bond with me. Mom insisted that I go with him. The first place we went to was a miniature golf course. It was creepy the way he wanted to constantly touch me. Then one evening when mom was working, he offered to take me to a movie. The first time he took me to see a movie it was one that I wanted to see. It was an action packed movie full of car crashes and explosions. After the movie we got something to eat at a fast food restaurant. When he brought me home, he stayed with me until mom got home. There was nothing overt about his behavior. He just wanted to sit close to me. The second time he took me to a movie, it was a little strange because the theatre was in the seedy part of town. The title was a play on a popular movie that was up for an Oscar. The theatre had a strange smell, and I noticed that the place only had men in it. When the lights went down I found that the movie was about a teenager and an older man. There was no actual sex on film but a lot of nudity and implied sex. While we were watching the movie he placed his hand on my thigh. I got a boner as soon as he started squeezing the inside of my thigh. I was fascinated by anything sexual. I was watching the movie, hoping to see them actually having sex. When my cock got hard he slid his hand over it, and gently squeezed it. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I was nervous that someone would see what he was doing. When I looked around I could not actually see anything. I noticed their right shoulders moving a lot. I heard some soft moaning going on. Then I saw a head come up next to another man. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what the man had been doing. There was one guy sitting in the same row as us. I could make out from the reflected light from the screen, that the guy had his cock out of his pants, and was jacking off furiously. I found it exciting watching him jack off, until he squirted cum onto the floor. I figured the sticky floor was not all spilt coke. I also figured out that the smell was male cum. My mother's boyfriend placed my hand on the front of his pants. I squeezed his cock. My mouth was dry. I felt along the bulge until I could tell just how long his cock was. It was lying along the crease of his leg and body. I did find it strange that it felt like the only thing between my hand and his cock was the thin material of his slacks. When he unzipped his pants and put my hand inside of his pants I felt the soft flesh of his cock, and the pubic hair it was resting on. He didn't have any underwear on. I squeezed his cock until he actually squirted cum all over my hand. It didn't seem to matter that his pants would get wet from his cum. They were dark pants. When the movie was over we made our way to the parking lot, and he took me home. He wanted me to sit as close as possible to the console, so that I could reach over and play with his cock. I was nervous that someone would see what I was doing. It did occur to me that it was too dark outside for anyone to actually see inside of the car. When we were inside the apartment he wanted to continue playing with me. My mother would not be home for hours. He assured me that there was no need to tell her what we were going to do. I knew she wouldn't believe me anyway. She would just accuse me of trying to come between her and a good man. There was no point in fighting him off. He could tell her whatever he wanted, and she would accept his story. I did put up a little resistance when he started taking off my pants, but of course, he was stronger than me. When he pulled my pants off, I already had a boner. He pulled my tight little jockey shorts down in front to expose my little penis and balls. Then he leaned over and started sucking on my dick. I resented his behaviour, but my dick got harder and it did feel good. After a little while he wanted me to play with him some more. He sat up and opened his pants again, and he had me jack him off for awhile. Eventually he put his hand on the back of my neck and forced my head down over his lap. He forced my face against his hard cock, so I had to open my mouth and take his cock into my mouth. His crotch had a strong smell about it. I resented the way he was forcing me to satisfy him, but at the same time I was fascinated by the way his cock throbbed in my mouth. He did announce that he was about to cum, but when I tried to lift my head, he held my head down. When he started squirting cum into my mouth, I almost choked on it. When he was finished, he cleaned up and held me close to him while we watched TV until mother got home. Mother was thrilled, thinking that we were getting along so well. After I got ready for bed, it was not long before I heard the bedposts banging against the wall. She was in a great mood the next day. I knew she wouldn't believe me if I tried to tell her what he had done to me. The next time he was going to look after me, he took me to his apartment. He offered me a drink. He had mixed coke with whisky. This time he put a video on his TV that was true porn. It was an amateur video of naked boys playing outdoors with each other. They were at a beach, where they were playing on the sand and in the water. Before long they were playing with each other's little dicks. Some were cut like me, and others had foreskin covering their dicks. While that was taking place on the screen, he was undressing me. There was no way I would prevent his actions. When I was naked he took out his cock and insisted that I play with it. He was playing with mine, while we continued to watch the action on the TV. The boys were taking turns kneeling on the beach sand while the other boys knelt behind them and inserted their little cocks into the mouths and assholes of the kneeling boys. I was fascinated by the action on the screen. I was actually enjoying the way the man was playing with my dick too. Then there were some adult men joining the boys on the beach. They were naked too. The two men were very different in appearance. One was a tall slender man with a cock that was very long, and the other guy was a chubby man with a short little fat cock with large balls. The boys gathered around them, and played with the men's cocks, before they sucked them. I couldn't believe it when the men actually stuck their cocks into the boy's assholes. My mother's boyfriend commented, "Don't you think that is sexy?" I had a hard time actually speaking, but I nodded my head. He was still jacking me off, then he leaned over and sucked my little cock, balls and all. He eventually picked me up, and placed me on his lap. He wanted to kiss me while he continued to play with my dick. He had his other hand under my butt. He was stroking my sweaty little asshole with his finger, until his finger actually entered my ass. That seemed to even make my little dick longer. As least the old bastard asked me if he could fuck me like the men were doing to the boys in the video. I was reluctant because of the size of his cock, but I agreed to try. He had me kneel down with my face buried in the cushion on the sofa. He got a tube of KY from an end table and greased up my asshole and his cock. He spread my butt with his hand, before he tested my asshole with the knob of his cock. There was some pain as his cock entered me for the first time. When he got the knob in me, the rest went in rather easily. He was clinging to my hips, as he thrust and pulled back and forth. He was moaning with pleasure as loud as I was moaning from the discomfort. When he was ready to cum, he rammed his body hard against my ass. He stopped moving abruptly. I knew he was coming in me, but I couldn't feel it. When he was finished he pulled his cock out, and I reached back to feel my ass. My asshole was gaping open, almost as wide as the diameter of his cock. It was swollen, and I felt his slippery cum dripping out of my ass. I had to look at my fingers to be sure that it was cum. His cum was thick clumpy, white stuff. The man wiped his cock off on my butt. If I had been drunk, I sure wasn't by the time he finished fucking me. He hugged me, kissed me, and stroked me for the rest of the evening before we got dressed, so that he could return me home. He made a practice of having me suck his cock, and fucking my ass whenever he had enough time to use me. You know that sooner or later Mom had to walk in on him using me. Of course in her eyes, it was my doing to spoil her relationship with her man. The man told my mother that if he didn't get to fuck me he would never see her again. Mom wanted the company of a man so bad that she was willing to let him use me. She just didn't want to see it. That way she could delude herself into believing that he loved her. He moved in with us, and at night he would please her. While she was at work, he would lounge around naked, and insist that I do likewise. I had to wait on him hand and foot. I fed him and while he swilled beer, I was called upon to jack him off, suck his cock and submit to being ass fucked. When he was in a mood I had to accompany him to the home of a friend of his, and he was just as perverted. I would have to service both of them. I would have a mouth full of cock and cum, while my ass was being filled with cock and cum. When I was no longer young enough to appeal to his lust for young boys, he lost interest in me. He left my mother and me. She was terribly disturbed over his departure, and she blamed me for coming between them again. In her anger she drove me from her house. There was only one place I could go. I took what few belongings I had and went to the home of the man's friend. The man understood about my plight, and he readily allowed me to stay with him. He did insist that I suck him and allow him to fuck me at will. It was the only way I could pay rent. By that time I was comfortable playing the bitch for men. Mom's old friend would drop by once in awhile with a new boy to share with us. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.comthe