Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 15:27:28 -0500 (EST) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Brooklyn Boy Becomes a Queen (gay/adult youth, oral, m/M) DISCLAIMER: 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 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. 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 2013 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Brooklyn Boy Becomes a Queen By Wolf I was living with my grandmother in Brooklyn, NY when I was introduced to my true calling. I was a slim boy of only four-feet tall. My name is John. I remember that I was 10-years-old and school was out for the summer. I was sitting on the stoop of the apartment building my family lived in. I was watching the vegetable man delivering prearranged bundles of vegetables to various apartments, when he stopped in front of me and asked me if I would like a job for the summer helping him. I assured him that I would like that. I led him to my grandmother's apartment. He told my grandmother that he had offered me a job helping him deliver vegetables during the summer, and how much he was willing to pay me. I assured her that I wanted to work for him. With her permission, I started work that day. I remember that he was clean shaven. I thought he was a handsome man, with a nice smile. I never knew how old he was, but I would have guessed that he was about fifty-years-old. I followed him around his rounds, as I learned how to go about making the deliveries. Fortunately the vegetables were pre-paid, so I didn't have to collect money. If had been carrying around money I would have been an easy target for any bullies in the area. One afternoon a few days into my training we were in a small vestibule, and I was holding a package in my arms, waiting for the man to ring the doorbell. Instead of ringing the bell he knelt down on one knee, and started rubbing my penis through my pants. I was confused by what he was doing, but it felt good, so I didn't say anything. On several following day he would sometime find a secluded place to rub my crotch again. Several days later he took me home with him. I never told my grandmother about what he did to me. I thought I would lose my job if I did. What he was doing didn't hurt me, and the more I thought about it the more I liked the feeling. We were becoming good friends. Another day when we were at one of the apartments houses we delivered vegetables to the vestibule door wasn't locked, so we just walked in. Instead of walking up the stairs as usual he took me to the staircase leading down to the basement. After a few steps down the stairs he stopped and took the package out of my hands and placed it on the staircase. He was behind me on the staircase and reached around my body so that he could rub my penis again. I was enjoying the feeling as usual. I would have done anything to please him. I trusted him so I didn't think of objecting to him touching my privates. I didn't object as he unzipped my pants, and put his hand inside my fly. He rubbed the bare skin of my penis, while he kissed me on my neck. I vividly remember how protected and good it felt to be in his arms. After a few minutes he turned me around, and stepped down a few more steps, so that his head was level with my crotch, so that he could take my cock into his mouth and massage my balls. I know that I was unable to cum, but it felt wonderful. On other days he would find a secluded place and suck me again. He was sucking my penis every day and sometimes several times a day. One day he asked, "Would you like to suck my cock?" I wasn't sure I wanted to do that, but I trusted him, so I figured it would be okay. I remember him telling me that some fluid would come out of his cock, but not to be worried about it. I was just the fluid that makes babies when it is put in women. He assured me that it was pure protean and would not hurt me to swallow it. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him the same way he had been sucking me. He assured me that I didn't have to swallow his fluid the first time. The more I sucked him, the more I enjoyed doing it. It was reassuring the way he stroked my head while I was sucking him. I even like the smell and taste of his cock. I was so absorbed with sucking him that I didn't stop when he warned me that he was about to cum. My first reaction was to spit it out, but I wanted to find out what it tasted like. After rolling the slimy gob around on my tongue I swallowed it. When he was finished squirting his load he asked me if I was okay. I assured him that I was fine. He told me that what we were doing had to be our secret. I told him that I would never tell my grandmother about what we were doing. He asked me if I liked sucking him. I knew at that instant that, "YES...ILOVED IT!" Over the rest of the summer we sucked each other and we kissed like lovers do in movies. We eventually went to his home where we would undress before sucking cocks. I saw that his body was hairless except for his head. I didn't even know that adult men had pubic hair under their arms and around their genitalia, until I was old enough to start growing pubic hair myself. I hated it when summer came to an end, but eventually it did. I had to go back to school. While at school I became aware that the guys hated COCKSUCKERS. I was a dirty word. Luckily I had not told anyone about sucking my boss off all summer, or that I liked cock sucking. During the school year I continued working for him on weekends. Before the end of the school year arrived I was broken hearted when I went to his apartment and found out that there was a new tenant in the apartment. I never earned where he went. I will always remember him lovingly and think of him often. I taught me so much that year. I would have loved finding another adult to have sex with, but I had no idea how to find such a man. When I was in my first year of high school I met this 14-year-old guy, named Billy that I became friends with. Shortly after meeting him he asked me if I wanted to stay at his house some night. It was okay with my grandmother, so I arranged for a day when I would go home with him. That night when we were getting ready for bed, he simply stripped completely. He told me that he never wears anything in bed, so I opted to not wear anything either. It was only a few minutes before he was touching me and I was feeling him too. We took turns sucking each other before we went to sleep. We became the best of friends over the year and we got around to trying anal sex. When I got used to having my asshole stretched I loved it. He was never crazy about me fucking him, but he just loved fucking me and sucking cock. By the time I reach adulthood I was a confirmed cock sucking queen. Luckily New York City had a large gay community. 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.com