Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 20:17:15 -0400 (EDT) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Leaving Home (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/MM LEAVING HOME SUMMARY: CHARACTERS: BOY, 14 TWO MEN, 50 AND 60 STORY CODES: MB, ORAL, ANAL AUTHORS 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. CONTACT: WHITEWOLD999@ICQMAIL.COM ALL FLAMES WILL BE IGNORED. RATE THIS STORY Copyright 2013 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Leaving Home By Wolf My parents are conservative Southern Baptists, from Atlanta Georgia. They raised me within a very concretive household. Any transgression agonist what they believed their bible said would require public confession at church services. That was a very humiliating reality for me. I was always tall for my age, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Growing up I had often been complement as a pretty boy, an accolade that always embarrassed me. I discovered gay sex at an early age, and just about the time I was entering puberty I got caught sucking the cock of a playmate by my parents. I had to endure a brutal whipping, and had to stand up in church and confess my sins. The public confession drew a lot of cruel condemnation, being called a queer or fagot, which tortured me. At the same time even men and boys within the church would seek me out to give them blowjobs. I managed to hide my continued sexual activity until I was fourteen years old. My parents came home unexpectedly and caught me bent over the coffee table with an older teenager fucking my ass. Ass a result I had to endure the worst beating of my life. That night I packed a few belongings into my book bag and exited my bedroom window. I had no desire to make another public confession at the church. I figured that I might as well head north. I figured New York City would be the place that would accept me. I headed for the on ramp to Highway 43. I had never hitchhiked before, and I was frightened about doing it. I caught a couple of rides that only were going a few miles up the road before a car pulled up before entering the highway. The man leaned towards the passenger door and asked me how far I was going. I told him New York. He told me to hop in, he would take me as far as Charlotte. I took my pack off as I entered the car and rested it on my lap. We engaged in some small talk, as a result I learned that he was a professional photographer, named Joe. I told him my name was Robert. He enquired why a young man like me was hitchhiking to New York. I wasn't about to tell him I was gay. I just told him I was running away from home. There was a long period when nothing was said. I assume he was thinking. The next thing he did was rest his right hand on my thigh. I couldn't help checking out what the man looked like. He was dressed like a businessman, suit and tie. I later learned that he was fifty years old. His hand moved up the inside of my thigh until it was resting on the bulge in my pants. He squeezed my cock, as he suggested that I stop over at his home in Charlotte. The prospect of a sexual encounter with an attractive adult was too good to pass up. When we reached Charlotte he took an off ramp and it was only a short drive to his home. I was impressed with his home. It was a very contemporary style home. When we entered the house we were greeted by another man, and Joe introduced me to his friend Dan. I learned that he was sixty years old later. They fed me a sumptuous meal before they showed me their guest room. I was allowed to sleep in the next day. When I woke up Joe showed me around the place. When I saw the master bedroom it was obvious that they shared the room. I had no doubt that they were gay. Joe talked me into posing for him. He had me put on a very small tight fitting thong that rode up the crack of my ass, and showed off my package. Between posing me for pictures he showed me pictures of both boys he had photographed. Some of them were in girl's panties. He even showed me pictures of girls my age he had photographed. I have to admit that I was sporting one hell of a boner looking at the pictures. He noticed that I was trying to hide my hard-on. He asked if I was alright. I gave me a lame excuse, that I just had a sudden pain in my leg. He immediately called out for Dan, and before I could blink they had my pants off, and had me face down on their masseuse table. They had their hands all over my body. They managed to make be cum twice with their hands, before they used their mouth to suck me off before they let me get off of the table. The finished undressing me, so they could inspect my naked body. My cock was still half hard and throbbing. They led me to their bedroom where they allowed me to enjoy sucking their cocks. The only time they put any clothes on me all weekend was to pose in naughty things for their cameras. I was constantly horny because I had never had sex with adult naked men like them. I had never had so much loving attention. They talked to me into letting them do things to me. Not to mention all of the things they allowed me to do to them. I think I set some kind of world's record for cumming for how many times a person could have an orgasm a person could have in three days. Joe told me that Dan was a masseuse and would be happy to give me a massage. They had an exercise room, and there was a masseuse table and sauna room. They encouraged me to allow Dan to massage my muscles. I was given a towel to wrap around my waist. After getting undressed I came out with the towel wrapped around me. He had me lay on the table and before he was through I not only was very relaxed and totally spent because I he had sucked and fucked me. Joe had me pose in underwear, and even girl's panties, before having me jack off for the benefit of his camera. He even had me suck off Dan for the camera. I never had a more enjoyable time in my life. They made sure I had food to eat on the way north, gave me some money showed me how to hide my money , so that no one would find it if they tried to rob me. He drove me to the edge of town and put me on the on ramp north. I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU 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 ME YOUR OUTLINE whitewold999@icqmail.com