Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 20:08:17 -0400 (EDT) From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: John is a Sub (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/m, m/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's 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 2011 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. John is a Sub By Wolf I was a fourteen-year-old, named John, growing up near an Illinois corn field when I had my first encounter with sex. My parents and younger brother lived in a cluster of residential homes near a large corn field with a couple of acres allowed to go fallow. The local boys used the dirt field to play sports almost year round. I was a tall youngster, but had a hard time getting my weight up to 130 pounds. Both of my parents worked, so I had to look after my younger brother during their absence. Having to look after him didn't allow much time to interact with guys my age. I guess you could call me the obedient son, and as a result I didn't have many friends. I didn't get to participate in a lot of the sand lot games. Of course I was not very coordinated, as a result I was always the last picked when I tried to play with the local boys. On this particular day as the teams were being selected, as usual I was the last player selected. The captain of my team was a sixteen-year-old, named Clarence. He was at least twenty pounds heavier than me. He was well built, and one of those guys that was already shaving daily. He was a strong athlete, and lettered in three sports at the local high school. On the other hand, I hated physical education classes at school, and had very little experience with anything sexual. The only thing I had ever done is look at the guys in the shower after gym class. I was not well endowed and envied the guys that were well endowed. While we were playing baseball I constantly admired the bulge in the front of his jeans. Our team lost the game of course, and Clarence confronted me for losing the game, because of the errors I had committed during the game. Then he challenged me for constantly looking at his package. The minute he confronted me about that, I had no response for his challenge, and my eyes lowered right to the front of his pants. He told me that I would have to make it right with him, because he was the team captain. I tried to protest that I was not the only reason the team had lost, there was plenty of blame to go around. He rebutted that I needed to learn some respect. We started wrestling with each other on the dirt field. He was much stronger than me, and very quickly he had me down on the ground. He sat on my chest with my arms pinned to the ground by his knees. My face was so close to the crotch of his jeans that I could feel the heat, and smell the odor of his warm crotch. The bulge in his pants testified that he was a well endowed young man. The other boys had gathered around us, to watch the action. Clarence told me that he would let me up until I kissed his cock in front of the other guys. They were all laughing of course, and cheering him on. When I gave up struggling he pulled the buttons open on his jeans and pulled out a good six inch cock. He pulled on it until it was fully engorged with blood and pre-cum was dripping from the opening, then he wiped the head of his cock against my lips, until I opened my mouth. He inserted the head of his cock into my mouth. He continued jacking off until he squirted his load of cum into my mouth. He forced me to swallow most of it. As he was stuffing his cock back into his cock back into his jeans, he said, "You will make a good cocksucker!" He did help me to my feet, before I ran home. The memory of the assault remained the only thing I thought about for days. I knew what he had said was true. I liked sucking cock. I spent a lot of time fantasizing about being used by Clarence. He was one of those guys that had dropped out of school. After that day whenever I was participating in gym class at school I could not resist checking out the other guys cock while showering. Later that night, I would fantasize about various guys that I found attractive, and they would use me sexually. I lacked the nerve to act on my fantasies though. I was 21-years-old before I leaned about anal sex. I worked up the nerve to enter an adult book store. I milled around until I made my way to the back of the store where I found video booths. I found a booth that was empty and entered. I deposited a couple of quarters and sat down to watch the action on the monitor. In the darkened booth I noticed a hole in the wall of the booth. I couldn't resist looking through the hole into the next booth. There was a man sitting in there, with his cock out. He was masturbating while staring at the monitor. His cock was huge compared to my own. He saw me looking through the hole, and asked me if I wanted to touch it. I said yes of course. My heart was pounding to fast that it was pounding in my ears. I watched as the man stood up and poked his cock through the hole. I heard him say, "Suck it!" I couldn't resist sucking on it. I swear that the head of his cock filled my whole mouth, right to my throat. After I had sucked on him for a short time, I heard him say, "I want you to follow out of here!" He pulled his cock back, and stuffed it into his pants, before exiting the booth. I was stunned into inaction for a moment. I quickly followed the man out of the store. When we were outside he paused long enough for me to catch up with him. He told me his name was Bryan. He was a much older man, and he assured me that his wife was not home, and for me to accompany him home. When we were behind closed doors, he was very gentle with me. He hugged and kissed me, while he was undressing me. He sat in his favorite chair and had me suck his cock until he filled my mouth with cum, and made me swallow it. He made arrangements with me whereby he would call me whenever his wife was away. I would visit him, and suck his cock dry. Eventually he informed me that they were moving away. I was lost until I bet Kent. He was not as tall as Bryan, but he was a hell of a lot more aggressive. He not only had me suck his cock regularly, he eventually insisted that he had to fuck me. The idea of him sticking his thing in my asshole frightened me, but also excited my cock. My throat was dry, when I agreed to let him do it to me, but only if he used protection. He produced a Trojan, which he opened with his teeth, and put it on his cock. He moved behind me, and used both hands to spread my butt, before he maneuvered his stiff cock against my asshole. I reached back and placed my hands on his hips to stop him when he had forced about half of his cock into my ass. Kent was not about to be stopped. He didn't care about how much he was hurting me. He pulled on my hips pulling me backwards onto the full length of his cock. He brutally started slapping his body against my virgin ass. Kent was a true Top, and would not allow me to use him the way he used me. He called me is pussy-boy. Regardless of the pain in my ass, I found it very pleasurable being used so roughly. He was well endowed. While he fucked my ass his balls sung back and forth, slapping my balls. I gave up and submitted to my fate. We were both sweating like pigs by the time he rammed home and filled his condom with cum. By the time we drifted apart, because he wanted a new pussy slave, I was a hopeless bottom boy. I still live in Illinois, near Rockford, 90 miles west of Chicago. I have several friends that are happy to use me the way I like. When I am particularly horny, I make the trip to Chicago to frequent some rough trade bars. I just love those hairy men that wear only bike chaps. I love the sight of their dangling cock and hairy assholes. Their beards tickle when they kiss me. I have submitted to being tied down to a bed while they use me. They hot wax my body to insure I don't have body hair, before they fuck me. 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