Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 21:36:13 -0400 (EDT) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Making Tom a Submissive, (gay/adult youth, oral anal, m/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an 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. Making Tom Submissive By Wolf My first summer job was the beginning of my becoming a submissive. A neighbor of my parents offered me a job at a local chain store. I was four months shy of my sixteenth birthday. My father gave his approval for me to lie about my age, with the proviso that if I started to work at the store I had to work the entire summer. It was a warehouse job unloading delivery trucks and restacking the shelves before the store opened for business. I was just a naive kid and had never be exposed the langue of working class men. I even started trying to exchange the same kind of obscene banter with them, without fully understanding the meaning of all of the words being exchanged. I remember asking one of the guys what a blow-job was, during a lunch room break. His response was that I was too young to be asking about such things! I told him that I would believe anything he told me, or something like that. I added that, "I'm a sucker, I'll believe you!" That ended the conversation with everyone at the table laughing. The neighbor said, "You're getting out of control, watch your language! I don't want your father complaining to me about your langue!" I was a shy kid, so I didn't say anything for a few days at work. Eventually I couldn't resist saying things like, "Bend over, I've got something you can suck!" I only had a vague idea about the meanings of the remarks I was parroting. That night, my neighbor made me go home with him and he warned me, "A fellow worker had told him that he was not going to tolerate a punk kid like you talking like that to him!" My neighbor decided to teach me a lesson, before it got any further out of control. Before I knew it, I found myself draped over his lap with my pants down. He spanked my butt like a petulant child. IT HURT! I was crying like a baby, or worse, like a little girl! At the time I was unaware that he had enjoyed spanking his wife and then fucking her in the ass. She had suffered his abuse until he insisted that she allow his friend to spank and fuck her. She left him after that final indignity. After the spanking I found myself standing there with tears running down my cheeks and being forced to my knees, while learning firsthand what a blow-job was all about. (I suspect it was the worst blow-job he had ever gotten.) My throat was raw by the time he made me bend over the arm of his sofa and he spread the cheeks of my butt. He fucked my ass hard and fast. I was crying all the more. He must have feared that I would tell my father what he had done to me, because he apologized profusely after he pulled his wet cock out of my ass. My asshole was bleeding a little and he helped me stop the bleeding. While he was attending to my abused asshole with some sort of medication, he told me about his wife. He assured me that he had never fucked a guy or a kid before. He pleaded with me to forgive him, saying that he just got carried away. His excuse was that it had been awhile since he had sex. He gave me a sleeping pill and put me to bed. The next day I walked across the alley to my home and never told anyone what had happened. I tried to quit my job, but my Dad said that he had warned me that if I started the job I had to stick it out all summer. That was the summer of 1965 and I couldn't tell him that I had been fucked like a girl. So, I continued to work at the warehouse with the neighbor. I no longer tried to fit in with the other men by using foul langue like them in fact I didn't say much of anything. A couple of weeks went by and the neighbor figured out that I hadn't told anyone what had taken place. He insisted on me going home with him again. He stripped all of my clothes off of me, before spanking me and fucking my asshole again. This time I almost told my Dad, but was too embarrassed to admit to my father what had happened to me. After work the next day he told me that he wanted to fuck me again. He promised not to spank me this time, if I agreed to let him fuck me. He insisted that I had to do everything he said. He said that he could force me to do anything he wanted, but preferred that I submit on my own. It took some time to persuade me, and I have to admit that I felt trapped. I figured that if I let him do it, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much. When we got home he insisted that I shave my legs and under my arms. I didn't have much pubic hair above my cock. I managed to complete my task without nicking myself. Then he had me put on a pair of his wife's skimpy panties. The waist of the panties was stretched out so much because they had lost most of their elasticity. Then he had me put on one of her see through nightie. None of her garments fit me very well. This time he started kissing me and feeling up my body. I have to admit that I became aroused by his actions. I even did cum while he was playing with my dick through the panties. After that he placed me face down and used 'Jergon's Lotion' on my asshole, before he fucked me. (Now when I smell Jergon's Lotion it reminds me of that fucking.) He fucked my asshole until he squirted cum in me, then he left his cock in my 'boy-pussy,' (as he called it). I felt him actually pee in me. That was something I was totally not expecting. I had a lot to think about. Every evening he made me go home with him and continued making me suck his cock, dress up like his wife, before fucking my asshole. When I didn't do exactly as he wanted he would slap me around. He even started spanking me before fucking me again. When summer was coming to an end he spanked me with an electrical cord, so hard he actually drew blood on my butt and the backs of my legs. I made it home without complaining to my Dad. When I reported to work my neighbor didn't show up for work. The word around the warehouse was that he had picked up his check and left town. I found that his absence left me with an empty feeling. It took me months before I found another older man that had an interest in fucking young teenagers. I misbehaved until he spanked me. I figured out quickly that I wanted to be spanked as part of the foreplay before being fucked. As an adult now, I still crave corporal punishment before sexual gratification. My only regret is that I am no longer the feminine looking youth I was. 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