Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2016 16:12:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Making of John (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, bb/MMM 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. Copyright 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Making of John By Wolf I came from a southern redneck community that still lives I the past. They think the south will rise again along with all of the accompanying racism and all manner of homophobia and all manner of bigotry. My father left shortly after my younger brother was born. Mother was a Roman Catholic and named me John and my brother Joseph. We were both slender youths with shaggy long hair like most teenagers during the seventies. I have to admit that both of us were rather famine looking. Mother was barely able to managed to have food on the table until Mother married again. I was twelve and Joe was ten when she married a 60- year-old man names Sam. Sam's family had a long history of incest. It was common that the first child of the girls was the product of a father breeding them and the abuse of young boys and girls. His family was a living example John Steinbeck' book 'Grapes of Wrath.' Sam was a physically imposing man. He was close to six feet tall and carried large beer belly. He looked like he was pregnant, and his body was covered in hair. Calling him a 'Bear' was appropriate. When he came into the family he took charge in our discipline. Mother was totally submissive to his will. Part of what made our relationship so hot was, because Sam knew that his body wasn't exactly attractive, and he knew that it was even more degrading to make Joe and I crawl and gravel at his smelly feet and beg to lick his dirty feet. As the time passed and he had us completely under his control of Joe and me would undergo our punishment while he was lounging around in nothing more than a filthy old ribbed undershirt (commonly called a wife beater undershirt) and filthy old boxer shorts. It was common for his cock to be sticking out of the fly along with a lot of dark pubic hairs. I was fascinated with his cock. It was no more than five inches in length, but it was very fat and he had a thick foreskin that didn't completely cover the purple head. When he pulled down his shorts I saw that his scrotum was wrinkled and hairy. He would make us lick and suck his cock. In the hot humid south I swear that his head cheese under the foreskin was smelly and bitter tasting. He insisted that we beg to be allowed to suck his cock. Many a night he would come to our bedroom after fucking our mother and make us clean his cock with our mouths. On those occasions if Joe was sucking his cock my duty was to slick his hairy asshole. You might think licking the hairy asshole of a man with dingle- berries clinging to the hairs would be discussing, but in fact I learned to love servicing his ass. When I was 15-years-old, Sam started taking me and Joe and some other boys on camping fishing and trips. That was an opportunity for us boys to drink beer, look at porn and jerk off to our hearts content. It was also an opportunity for Sam to evaluate which one of our friends he could abuse by making them crawl through the dirt, beg him for the privilege of servicing him, and submit to his punishment when they displeased him. All of us were cum buckets at his pleasure. He especially enjoys using desperate young boys as his sex slaves. On these outing Joe and I were subjected to humiliation of worshiping the feet of Sam and other boys. I enjoyed watching my younger brother licking their feet and sucking their toes. Sam was an arrogant man that was superior to us and it was our duty to submit to his punishment and worship him. When he saw fit to punish us with a cane we had to thank him for his correcting us. I grew to love his beatings so much I needed them nearly every day. And the brutality with which he fucked my worthless mouth was transcendent. We could only pray for his mercy and submit to any punishment that he decreed. To this day I always feel the need to be dominated by superior men. Sam even got a couple of his friends to accompany us on our campouts. Our parish priest was an incredible pervert. He loved nothing more than sticking his dick in the butts of boys 10 or 11-years-olds, while Sam used and degraded other boys. Sam also introduced me to Mr. Steinberg, a guy in his sixties as well. Mr. Steinberg became my primary master for several years. Sam and the priest took delight in watching him punishing me and sticking his prick into my ass. Mr. Steinberg wasn't especially good looking, but he was a selfish jerk and sadist. He had a freakishly cockhead. It looked like purple mushroom on a creamy shaft, and he too was a hairy beast. I have wonderful memories of afternoons spent with my tongue deeply planted in his hairy asshole for hours at a time. We were a perfect match! He was much more physically abusive than Sam. Mr. Steinberg loved to slap and punch me and he was pretty merciless. I enjoyed the pummeling because I knew it was making him hard and he'd soon be choking me with his very large and impressive dick. Oh, there was one more thing about him. He liked to take our sex play close to the edge. He would choke me with rope until I would pass out. I suffered broken bones several times black eyes, swollen lips etc. were very common. Sam not only approved, he also got turned on by watching him abuse me. The rough treatment always ended with his cock in my mouth or his cock in my ass. I fully embraced the treatment. The richest man in our little one stoplight town was the president of the local bank. He was sought after by all of the local widows as an eligible male, but the sweet ladies didn't know that the gracious, chubby, and well-dressed man was in fact horny pedophile. He was bald, with blue eyes and a white walrus mustache on a round face. The sweet little old ladies the flirted with him would never see him naked, but a surprising number of us local boys got to see him in all of his naked glory. He was about five-foot ten with a big portly belly. Unlike Sam, his body was almost hairless. I'm saying he only had peach fuzz on his arms and legs. He also shaved the pubic hair around his cock and balls. He also smelled nice because he bought expensive cologne. He had the biggest house in town and it was hidden from view behind magnolia trees. You could almost drive by his home and not notice you were passing an antebellum style home. It had been in his family's possession for more generations' than anyone could remember. His servants knew better than discuss anything that went on in the house. Sam took me to his home to introduce me to the banker. I was a little old for his tastes, but our meeting was interesting. When his man servant led us to the family room we found our host entertaining a group of young boys. They were all naked including the banker. He was reclining on a day couch. I thought he looked like a big pink walrus. I found it strange that he didn't have any pubic hair. Boys my age were proud of their pubic hair as proof that we are boys no longer. I also noticed that all of his young playmates were too young to have grown pubic hair above their penises. There were a couple of pairs of boys on the floor sucking each other's pricks, while a particularly sweet looking young boy was on his knees beside the couch and was holding the banker's cock in his hand and was licking the large purple knob. The banker invited my stepfather and I to disrobe and join the party. Sam and I undressed quickly and Sam selected a rather well-endowed young boy and invited him to suck my cock in a sixty-nine. When we were fully engaged in sucking each other's cocks, Sam straddled my butt and squatted over my ass to fuck my ass for the amusement of the banker. My friends and I had been invited to parties at his place many times. We may not have been young enough for the banker's tastes but that didn't prevent him from enjoying watching us servicing each other for the amusement of the banker and his guests. There was no threat of the local sheriff busting him because the sheriff was a regular guest at the parties. The group of boys we associated with; liked to bully my brother and me. They would make us kiss their dicks during recess in front of other boys. They would get carried away with laughter and even degrade us by spitting on us while we were sucking cocks. As we grew older, the domination games got more intense. I remember watching Joe blow three of my classmates in the school library. (He was a couple of classes below us). They were pretty quiet, but the male teacher must have known what was going on. There were a surprising number of grown men in our community who liked sex with boys, so long as they were dominant and the boys totally obedient. 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@yahoo.com