Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2018 17:13:06 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Kale (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M 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 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. Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Kale By Wolf Early one summer in my youth my father was planning on driving my two brothers and me from our home in Colorado to the home of his family home in Amarillo, Texas to visit our patrilineal grandmother. During the planning Dad was discussing his plans with his best friend, Jack. He was not a blood relative of our family but we always called him Uncle Jack. He was a long-haul truck driver that made deliveries through many central and southern states. Uncle Jack told my dad that he was going to be making a delivery in Texas and asked him if he would mind if he were to take me on the trip with him to grandma's. I was amazed that he selected me over my two brothers. I was only 7-years-old and a second grader, but I was excited about the prospect of getting to ride Uncle Jack's 18-wheel semi-truck. Dad agreed to my surprise, and I felt special being singled out to be the one going with him. I had never been in an 18-wheeler before. This was going to be the first time I was going to something without my brothers. It was great to be getting all of the attention. This would be the trip that would make a lasting impression on me. I was told that it would take at least three days to get there. We would be making picking up loads and making deliveries along the way. It was a hot summer and his truck didn't have air- conditioning, but the cab did have a sleeper. The sleeper had a good-sized bed in it, but the extra space was cramped, but everything looked large when you're a young kid. It was intimidating for me as a 7-year-old to climb into the cab because it was so high off the ground. Sitting in the passenger seat I could see over the tops of cars and into cars as they passed us. I thought it was cool looking down on the passing cars. Passing cars could see very little looking up into the cab. Uncle Jack was about 6 feet tall, in his 30's, had dark brown hair, greenish hazel eyes, and he was very good looking. I knew he had a hairy body because hairs always protruded out from under of the neck of his T-shirts. I always thought it was hot looking at him. I had never seen his torso before, but sitting in the cab next to him I wondered what his chest would look like. When we started our trip, I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, he had on typical blue denim western style shirt and Wrangler blue jeans. At first, I was quiet because I was shy and I was afraid of saying something that would make me sound stupid or make him mad. I didn't want him to think I was a pain in the ass. As we headed south on Highway 25 he placed his hand on my left thigh and asked me, "Are you doing okay?" I told him, "I really like riding in your truck!" His truck had a bench seat and when he shifted the ten-speed Spicer transmission his hand brushed against my bare leg. It wasn't long before he started placing his hand on my thigh whenever he wasn't shifting or turning the steering wheel. Otherwise, his hand went right back to my thigh, and his hand was working it way up the soft inner thigh. I didn't object because I liked what he was doing, and didn't want it to stop. I was afraid that if I moved, he wouldn't want to touch me like that anymore. Every once in a while, he would reach my crotch and I would feel his little finger brush across my shorts and hit my little penis. Just the lightest touch made my little penis spring a stiffy tenting up my shorts. I was hopeful that he wouldn't stop. We made several stops along the way to pick up loads and delivers, as well as stopping for diesel fuel and food, but when it was close to the end of the day Uncle Jack pulled off the highway at a rest stop that had bathrooms. When he shut down the motor he told me to jump into the sleeper while he checked the trailer. He carried a bum stick with him. It was a three-foot-long stick about the diameter of a broom handle with a heavy heavyweight at the end. He used the stick to bump all of the tires to insure they were not going flat, and he inspect the brakes and connections before he came back to the cab. The bump stick could also be used as a weapon if needed. That was something he did every time before moving or parking his rig. I got nervous whenever he left me alone in the cab, because there was a possibility of hijackers trying to take the truck. Without further instructions I sat on the bed until her returned. He locked up the cab and closed the curtain to the sleeper. He stuck his head in and asked if I was okay. I said yes, before he crawled into the sleeper behind me. I asked, "where do you want me to sleep?" Jack said, "you'll sleep right here in front of me." So, I followed his lead. When he removed his shirt, I rook off my T-shirt. That was the first time I ever saw his bare torso. The smile on my face must have clued him that I was excited about what I saw. He asked, "Is something wrong?" I told him, "Nothing is wrong." He looked down and said, "I guess my chest is a little hairier than your dad's, huh!" "yes" I was thinking how nice his chest was. His chest was covered with dark hair and around his neck and down his back. He struggled to remove his boots, socks and pants in the confined space. I removed my shorts. There we were him in his white boxer shorts and me in my tidy-whites. We laid down on our sides with him behind me. He laid his right arm over my body and I could feel his hairy chest against my back. He was the kind of man that his chest hair was long and soft. I swear you could have combed it with a comb. After all of these years, I can still remember the feeling of his chest hair on my back. I could hear him breathing and knew I was safe. He was rubbing his hand up and down my chest and stomach. I don't how long we laid there, but I heard him whisper in my ear, "Are you still awake?" I nodded my head. He whispered, "Take off your underwear; you will sleep better because of the heat." So, I did take off my underwear and he took his off too. I didn't look back at him or anything because I didn't want him to think I wanted to see his cock even though that was exactly what I wanted to do, so I just slid my underwear off and stayed in the same position. I could feel his hairy cock resting against my hairless ass. I swear he felt me push back on his cock because I liked the way it felt. He was definitely aware that my little boy cock was hard. When he would rub his hand up and down my stomach and chest, I could feel his hand hit the tip of my hard, 7-year-old, hairless penis. As he rubbed my stomach that kept me hard. I remember going to sleep like that. As morning sun wormed up the enterer of the sleeper and cab, I woke up facing him and I got to see his hairy chest in the daytime. He was asleep (or he seemed to be asleep), so I thought I would take the chance and feel his chest hair. Damn, it was nice. Fuck! His chest hair circled his collar bone and went all the way down to his thighs. It was just straight down there. I got lost in feeling his hair. He rolled over on his back, still asleep, I just rubbed his chest and stomach over and over. I saw his hairy cock and wanted to touch it. I was close to doing it too! His was the first man cock I had ever seen and I wanted to play with it. I was getting close to touching his cock when he woke up. I remember him telling me "Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep well?" I told him, "I feel great! I watched him get dressed and I put my clothes back on as well, and we went to get something to eat. We went to one of those truck stops that have a general stores and showers in them. I remember him grabbing his shaving kit and he told me that he was going to take a shower before hitting the road again. I waited for him to pay for the shower and he told me, "Let's go!" He led me into the shower room and told me that he paid for one shower, so I was going to take a shower together. I loved the idea of sharing a shower with him! I felt so special. It was just going to be me and him; no one else! I remember, here I am taking a shower with my Uncle Jack, seeing him completely wet and naked, and loving every minute of it. He washed my back; all the way down to my ass crack, like it was nothing. He made me feel comfortable, he could have done anything he wanted. When I turned around to rinse my back I was almost eye level with his hairy cock. I could see the veins running all over his cock, I and wanted to feel his hairy nut sack too. When he turned around, I could see his dark hairs sticking out of his ass crack. I saw everything. I know the time in the shower wasn't that long, but it seemed like a long time to me. It was wonderful. I loved seeing his hairy body wet! That made the rest of my day! After driving all day, I knew what do the next night. When it came time to stop for the night and Uncle Jack told me to jump back in the sleeper, I knew exactly what to do! I got back in the sleeper, stripped and waited for him to come in after securing the rig. I wasn't nervous about it or anything! I watched him strip, we both laid down next to each other and that's when he started feeling my cock, rubbing his hand all over me. He asked me, "Do you I liked it?" I told him. "Yes" He asked, "Do you ever do anything with any of my buddies?" I told him, "no, but I have thought about doing it. I wondered what they would look like naked." He was still feeling me, and asked me, "Can I try something?" I told him, "sure" He bent over my body and took everything in his mouth, penis and nuts, and started sucking. It felt so good! I didn't want him to ever stop. The tingling feeling, I got all over my body was incredible! He knew he made me a dry cum by the way my body jerked. He did that for what seemed like forever and when he stopped, he asked me, "Do you want to try sucking my cock?" That's when I sucked my first cock, but I could only get the head in my mouth. That was wonderful for me! I don't know how well I did it, but he seemed to like it. I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth, just the head; but it was my Uncle Jack's and sucking anything of his was great! When my jaw started ack from holding my mouth open that long I stopped; He started stroking his cock and asked me, "Have you ever played with yourself?" (I didn't know, at the time, it was called jacking-off), but I told him, Yes," I had done it a couple of times. I just liked the way it felt when I rubbed it." Then he jacked-off, and for my first time I actually saw a man cum. When it arched up and landed on his hairy stomach, I thought it was wonderful! I asked him, "Is my dad able to do the same thing?" He told me, "All men make the white stuff and it is called cum." I just had to touch the stuff on his stomach. I loved the way the slippery stuff smelled for some reason. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted it! It was an instinct, I'm sure, but I'm glad I did. He asked me, "Do you like the taste?" "I did" I told him. I tasted more of the cum. (I think that's why I love cum and love the way it smells now). It's all because of my Uncle Jack. He taught me so much in those couple of days and I've always remembered it! The last night before he delivered me to Grandma's, when we settled down in the sleeper with him behind me and he was holding my penis, he asked me, "Would you like me to teach you how men make love to boys?" I was excited, but didn't understand exactly what he was talking about. "Yes, Uncle Jack." Jack reached for a tube of lubricant from a pocket in the back of the sleeper. He used a generous amount to spread all over his cock and then he smeared the slippery substance on my asshole and he stuck a slippery finger up my asshole. I knew exactly what he was planning on doing, and it frightened me. I had been subjected to an enema before and had not enjoyed it. Jack's cock was much bigger than that enema nozzle. I cowered at the prospect of him sticking his cock in my ass. Jack whispered in my ear, "Kale you have to push like your going to the bathroom or it will hurt a lot more, he also added that he wanted me to bend my right leg and loft it." I placed my right foot on the mattress near my left thigh. That gave Jack full access to my tight little puckered asshole. He moved close against me and inserted the head of his cock into the hole. The pain was intense and I complained. Jack told me, "Hang in there, it will bet easier, and in the future, it will be much easier." He thrusted his cock all the way into my ass. His hair crotch was pressed against my butt. When he was all the way in he held it there until I kind of got used to the feeling. The he started virtually started rocking his hips back and forth pulling his cock almost all the way out and then driving it back in. He fucked me until he squirted his load of cum into my ass. When he pulled his cock out of my ass he gave me a small mirror from his shaving kit, so that I could check out what my asshole looked like. It was gapping open about the same diameter as his cock and the rim was red and inflamed. The interior was red too, and cum was dripping out of my ass. Any attempt to clench my asshole closed was met with instant pain. Jack assured me, "Kale, relax your asshole will relax soon and close. Your asshole will be sore for a day or two." Even though my asshole hurt I was pleased that I had been fucked by my beloved Uncle Jack. My brothers and I spent a couple of weeks at grandma's before returning home. Eventually our family moved back to the pan handle of Texas. I also, got to ride shotgun with Uncle Jack occasionally. When I did so I enjoyed being able to lay on the seat of the truck with my head in his lap sucking on his cock as he drove down the highways. At night he fucked my ass. Jack would even tongue fuck me after cumming in my ass. I eventually learned how to spot older men interested in fucking young boys, so I didn't have to wait for Uncle Jack to come through the Pan Handle. 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 pomowolf74@gmail.com