Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2012 00:15:05 -0400 (EDT) From: Jan None Subject: Learning to Play Guitar (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, g/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 2012 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Learning to Play Guitar By Wolf My family lives in Roanoke, Virginia, not far from the West Virginia State line. I was pretty much a typical southern boy of 13. I was about five-feet seven, slim kid with brown hair and eyes. They named me Scott, but everyone calls me Scotty. My family was not musical inclined, so when I developed an interest in learning how to play the guitar I had to find a teacher willing to instruct me. I found a man that lived about six blocks from our home. His name was Dan. He was about five-feet eleven, and 32 years old. He was really handsome. I would walk to his house once a week for guitar lessons. It was during the summer and his wife worked during the day. He worked nights. So we had a lot of time to practice. He always had a lot of gay magazines lying around when I arrived. When I was staring at them he said, "Oh, I didn't mean to leave those lying around." I'm sure he actually did leave them lying around to see how I would react to them. I assured him that I didn't mind, and even picked up one of them to flip through the pages. Dan told me, "There is a picture of a boy that looks a lot like you." With that he picked up one of the magazines and quickly flipped the pages until he found the page he wanted to show me. I didn't think the naked boy looked anything like me, but I'm sure he wanted me to see the picture of the boy sucking the big cock of a much older man. I had seen porn before and even suspected that I was gay. He sat behind me while showing me how to play the cords on an acoustic guitar. While I practiced the cords, he used one hand to play with my nipples and the other hand to rub the front of my pants. When I didn't resist he unfastened my pants and played with my cock. I had an average sized cock, with not very much pubic hair above it. When I was good and hard he took the guitar away from me, and stood up. He came around in front of me and dropped his pants. He had a pretty big cock with lots of dark pubic hair all over his crotch. He even had dark hair on his chest. He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips until I opened my mouth. He stood there fucking my mouth until he squirted cum into my mouth. We rested afterwards, and talked while he undressed me. He got behind me again, while I continued practicing the cords. This time he actually forced his cock into my asshole. It hurt, but I loved the feelings he was inducing in me. I even squirted cum out of my cock while he was fucking me. Because he was married he had to sneak around to fuck me. He also assured me that he was not gay, but he just liked boys sometimes. For some reason the idea of a straight man wanting me to suck his cock and fuck my ass turned me on. He even called me his gay boy, which gave me a bonnier too. He never kissed me, or didn't do anything more than jack me off, because he claimed to be straight. I didn't mind and actually like sucking him off and getting fucked by him. He was not trying to hurt me, when he fucked me, but it did hurt at first. I learned to love it though. I sort of loved him, but was afraid to tell him my feelings because I was sure he wouldn't want to hear that. He got a job in Chicago about a year ago, and him and his wife moved there. I had been seeing him for about six months. I didn't have any sex for awhile, but I continued practicing the cords on my guitar. I began to hear the cords guys were playing on records, and copied them until I could play all of my favorite music. One evening I took my guitar to the local park to practice. As people passed by they dropped money into my open guitar case. That encouraged me to continue. One evening a man that had stood there watching me playing my guitar, until I had to close up my case and go home. He was the only guy still around. He complemented my paying and put his arm around my shoulders as we walked away from the park. He asked me if I would like him to suck my cock. I was surprised that he would ask me a thing like that, but I assured him that I would love that. We slipped into some bushes, where he opened my pants and sucked me off. I assured him that I would suck him off too. I had to get home after he came in my mouth, but I got his phone number and agreed to meet him the next evening at his home. I'm looking forward to visiting him tonight. 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