Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2017 22:04:13 -0800
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Modesto Fagot Falls (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, b/m, m/M, M/MM)

Adult Youth, oral, b/m, m/M, M/MM

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:

Copyright 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
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                 Modesto Fagot Falls
                        By
                       Wolf

	My first sexual encounter took place while visiting my
grandparents in Burlingame, Calif.  I was 11-years-old at the
time and a youth that was 13 or 14 took me into the old
garage and told me, "Ed, sit on the old work bench, so I can
show you how to make guys feel good."

	When I hopped up onto the work bench he opened my
pants and took out my penis and sucked it.  It drove me to
distraction until I had an orgasm that only produced a little
pre-cum.  Then he opened his pants and got me to get down
on the dirt floor and sucked his cock for him until he squirted
cum into my mouth.  It shocked me and I spit it out on the
dirt, but there was an aftertaste.  I couldn't put my finger on
what it tasted like, but it didn't taste bad.

	When I returned to my Modesto home I was on the
lookout for other guys that were into oral sex.  One day I was
walking down one of the rural roads on the outskirts of
Modesto and an old battered Ford pickup pulled over and as I
approached the teenage driver asked me if I wanted a lift.  I
accepted his offer and got in.  The teen placed his hand on my
knee as soon as he shifted the column shit into third gear.  I
sprang a boner right away.  He asked me if I would like a
blowjob, and I agreed right away.  He turned off the paved
road onto a dirt road flanked by a row of cypress trees being
used as a wind break.  He pulled the truck into a secluded
spot and turned the motor off.  He turned towards me and
started unbuttoning my jeans.  As soon as he got them open
he leaned over and started sucking on my dick.

	By that time, I had been producing cum for a couple of
months, so when I had an orgasm I squirted cum in his
mouth.  He swallowed all of it.  Then he sat back against the
driver's door and proceeded to unbutton his own jeans and
pull out an impressive looking cock.

	I couldn't resist leaning over and taking hold of his cock
and sucking on him until he squirted his cum into my mouth.
After I swallowed his cum and as we were buttoning out
jeans, he asked, "Would you like to go to a watering hole
where guys hang out?"

	I was excited about the prospect of going to a place
where other guys hung out.  He drove back to the paved road
and he drove the truck a little north 9th street crossed the
Tuolumne River and a few hundred yards east of where Dry
Creek joined it.  Just the stretch along Dry Creek. between
Beard-brook Park and the river.  He pointed out that it was
known as gay hangout with mostly older men.

	He continued driving until we reached a swimming
place on a canal that was known as "faggot falls". It was on a
stretch on East Briggsmore Ave. where there was a long
stretch of irrigation canal with a series of falls. One of these
falls was where it was sometimes frequented by gay men.

	After parking the tuck, we got out and approached one
of the falls where there was a couple of men lounging in the
cool water.  As we approached the paved canal they were
excited to see us and invited us to join them.   We took off all
of our clothes and left them on the lip of the canal.  We
walked down the slope and into the cold water.

	It was quite a shock because the air temperature was
at least 90 degrees, and the water was a cool mid 50's
degrees.  The two old men welcomed us with open arms.
They hugged and kissed us while taking hold of our cocks and
jerking us to full erection.  The four of us eventually got out of
the water and lay on the warm concrete to allow the sun to
dry us off.  We took turns sucking the old men's cocks and
allowing them to suck or cocks.  When we eventually got
dressed he drove me back to Modesto and dropped me off. I
was thrill because I now knew of a location where I could find
cocks to suck.  I became very popular among the grandpa
gays in the area.

	It wasn't until I became almost an adult that I
discovered the 'Brave Bull' on south 9th street in Modesto.  I
would frequent that bar and hang out near the parking lot to
hook up with older men as they exited the bar.  I would
approach them and if they agreed I would suck their cocks in
their cars or trucks in the parking lots.

	There was an adult bookstore on the first block of
McHenry Ave.  It was the one bookstore with gloryholes in
the video booths.  If course the video booth area was posted
"ONLY 21 ADULTS LLOWED," but the clerk never stopped me
from entering the area.  As I passed the booths eventually I
would find a booth occupied by an adult that would have the
door open a little.  They would be sitting there with their cock
in hand.  Of course, the booths had sighs "ONE OCCUPNT
ONLY," but they would invite me to join them.  When I
entered, they would close the door.  The booths were small
and the concrete floors were covered with wades of toilet
paper and the floor was sticky with cum.  The booths smelled
of stale cum.  I would bend over to suck their cocks.  It was
also fun if they let me sit, so they could suck my cock while I
got to watch the videos of men sucking and fucking.

	There were times the men would invite me to
accompany them home with them.  We would lounge round
naked and take turns sucking cock.  I will never forget the first
time a man fucked me.

	It was an older man I had picked up at the bookstore.
He lived in cheap clapboard shack on the edge of town.  It
only had a swap-cooler in the window that spewed water
across the bed.  The place smelled dusty and it was messy.
We took off our clothes and we took turns pissing in the toilet
before we sucked each other's cocks.  We drank beer while
we recovered.  When he was in the mood he jerked off until
he had a hard-on again, and then me rolled me over onto my
tummy and straddled my legs.  He reached for a lubricant and
coated his cock and applied a generous amount of the cold
liquid to my asshole.

	I knew what he was planning and it frightened me.
There s no way I could prevent him from doing whatever he
wanted.  He warned me to relax or it would hurt a lot more.
He used his hand to force the head of his cock against the
opening of my asshole, and forced his cock into my asshole.
It hurt like hell, but while he fucked me I actually sprang a
boner and wound up laying in a pool of my own cum, before
he shot his load into my ass.

	My ass was throbbing with every heat beat.  He
allowed me to clean up in his old cast-iron bathtub.  I sat in
the hot water until my asshole relaxed before getting out.
While I got dressed, he assured me that the more often I was
fucked the better it would feel.

	The next time I was fucked it was at the "fagot-falls."  I
went there looking for a cock to suck.  It was a typically hot
summers day.  When I arrived there, I was welcomed by a
couple of old men.  They looked like retirees, with gray hair
and stubble of beards on their faces.  They were sitting in the
cold water as I stood on the embankment removing my
clothes to join them.  As soon as I entered the water they
pulled m between them and while one of them was hugging
and kissing me.  The other man was jerking me off until I
squirted my load into the water.  Then the led me out of the
water to dry off while lying on the warm concrete
embankment.

	They lay next to me, and before I could resist one of
them held me face down while the other man mounted me
and fucked me just like the first man had.  At least this time it
didn't hurt as much.  As soon the guy finished fucking me the
two old men exchanged places and the second man fucked
my ass too.  When they finished cum was dripping out of my
asshole.  The two of them got dressed and left me laying
there.  When I recovered I waded back into the canal to wash
my ass.  The hot air dried me quickly.

	That evening I had a boner all night, so the next
afternoon I went back to the home of the first man that
fucked me.  When he answered the door, I asked him if he
wanted to fuck me again.  Of course, he welcomed me into
his home.  We removed our clothes and he simply sat in his
favorite chair, and held is cock with one hand as I back onto
his lap and aligned my asshole with his cock and lowered my
butt onto his cock.  I fucked myself, while jacking off until we
both had orgasms at different times.

	It didn't take long before I was well known around the
Modesto gay community.



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