Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2023 08:55:28 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Gonzales (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/bbmMM)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/bbmMM

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 a
consenting underage boy, other boys and adult males.  If
this type of content offends you or you are under the age
of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you
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                      Mr. Gonzalez
                          By
                         Wolf

	I came from a Roman Catholic family that lived in
Adelaide, Australia.  When I started school, my parents
enrolled me in the parish school through the primary
grades.  But when I was ready for middle school, they
chose to send me to a male boarding school.

	I was a scared young boy when I entered the fourth
grade.  I was packed off to school with a bed containing
new uniforms and the other sundries needed to attend
my first year in a boarding school.  I was assigned a bunk
and a locker in a dorm with thirty other boys facing their
first year.  Moving around the campus we were heckled
by the older boys.  We sat at the same table for our meals.
We soon found which boys in our dorm we would
befriend for the rest of our lives.

	The priest and lay teachers frightened us.  They
were always telling us what we could do and not do.  If we
violated any of the rules, we were subjected to
punishment that could be as mild as slapping our hand
with a rod or as brutal as prostrating our bodies over a
desk or chair with my shorts down and receiving as many
blows with a rod based on the violation of the rules.  I
learned quickly how to avoid receiving severe
punishment, but I hated the authority that could punish
me for being late to morning muster.

	I was not a natural sportsman and resented having
to play contact sports where the bigger boys bullied me.  I
sought out a friendly priest that was happy to single me
out to help him do the laundry to avoid having to
participate in contact sports.  The priest introduced me to
mutual masturbation and eventually he taught me to suck
his cock and swallow his cum.

	When I graduated to upper school.  I was faced with
not only a new campus but I actually-had to participate in
physical education (PE).  In Australia the public-school
plays rugby by Australian rules.  Played on an oval pitch.
The Roman Catholic schools play European rules rugby.
Plaid on a rectangle pitch.  Without arguing which is a
rougher game, both can get rough in the scrums.  They
also play futbol (Soccer).

	When I had to report to the locker room to change
into gym clothes and report to the pitch to meet the PE
coach.  He introduced himself as Mr. Gonzales or Coach.
He had us run a couple of laps around the pitch before he
divided us up into two teams and started playing rugby.  I
was pushed and bumped around brutally.  I spent more
time face down on the wet grass than on my feet.  It was
obvious that I was out of my element.

	The coach took me aside and told me: "Danny, I'm
happy to spend the extra time to coach you, so that you
can hold your own playing any contact sports.  He assured
me that he was sure I could learn to be as good as any of
my classmates at sports.  I just happened to be the first
boy in my class that attracted the attention of the teacher
and coach.  I would also have him for my world history
teacher.

	I learned Manny Gonzales was of Spanish descent.
With a high school teaching credential.  He had chosen to
apply for a teaching position at the Roman Catholic male
boarding school because he had a strong affinity for
innocent young males to introduce to male-to-male sex.
He happened to be friends with the priest that was the
monsignor in charge of the prestigious Roman Catholic
preparatory high school.  They had attended parties
where the entertainment had been young males that
were fully aware that they were there to satisfy the sexual
desires of the older male guests.  That was why Mr.
Gonzales felt comfortable taking a young-boys aside and
grooming them to be sexual objects for older men.

	After that first class he had me meet him on the
practice pitch after the evening meal.  I put on my boots
and cotton shorts and futbol jersey in the school colours.
He had me run a couple of laps before he had me do some
physical exercise drills that were very strenuous.  They
were designed to stretch muscles and increase my lung
capacity.  When he had me do some sit-ups, he knelt in
front of me and held my feet with my knees bent while I
locked my hands behind my head while I performed the
sit-ups.  I was not wearing an athletic supporter
(jockstrap).  I was totally oblivious to the fact that the
large leg opening of my gym shorts allowed the coach to
look up the left legs of the shorts and see my penis,
scrotum, and light brown pubic hair.  I was unaware that
he was sporting a wood.  Then he had me running drills
carrying the ball up and down the pitch.  He was
correcting the way I ran and made me flop onto the
ground and jump up and continue running.  I worked up a
substantial sweat long before he started teaching me how
to kick the ball from various angles at the goal posts.
When he brought the practice to an end, we headed to
the showers together.

	He allowed me to shower in the coach's office with
him.  When I watched him take off his boots, socks,
shorts, jockstrap, and jersey I was fascinated with his
body.  Being a Spaniard, his body was an even light-tan all
over and the only body hair was the underarm hair and
the black pubic hair above his cock that trickled down
between his legs to ring his asshole.  I was impressed with
the size of his cock.  It was thick and more than six-inches
long and his scrotum hung low with the left tactical
hanging lower than the right.  He didn't touch us while we
were showering or getting dressed.

	When I was walking back to the freshman dorm, I
found myself walking on the path next to an older
student.  He said: "I saw that you were getting extra
coaching from M Gonzales.  You should know that he is a
perve!  He will soon have you sucking his cock and
eventually he will be fucking your arse!"

	Hearing that gave me a boner that tented my shorts
out.  I asked: "How do you know that he is a perve?"

	He looked at my shorts and smiled: "I know about
him because I was his special coaching project when I was
a freshman,"

	The next evening after the evening meal I reported
to the pitch ready to practice.  He put me through the
same drills as he did the day before and added a few more
drills.  When it was over and headed to the gym and the
coach's shower, I was looking forward to seeing him
naked again.  This time when we were in the shower, he
offered to soap my body for me,

	He started lathering up my chest and back with
soap that had a strong smell of eucalyptus.  While he was
lathering up my chest he played with my nipples, and my
penis sprang a boner that had my cock sticking straight
out in front of my body farther than it had ever been
before.  When he started lathering up my crotch, he
pressed my penis down and let it spring back up.  He took
hold of my penis and started masturbating me with one
hand and he used the other soapy hand to lather up my
bum and he probed my asshole with a soapy finger.

	When we rinsed off the soap we dried off and he
had me lay on the training table to give me a rubdown.
After he did give my arms and legs a vigorous rubdown, I
had a monstrous boner.  He took hold of it and started
masturbating me. and leaned over to take my pens into
his mouth and stsrted sucking me until I came in his
mouth.  He swallowed my-cum without losing a drop.
While he was sucking me off, I reached over and took hold
of his thick cock and started masturbating him.

	Manny moved his body up next to my head, and I
knew what he wanted and I opened my mouth and took
as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without
gagging and started sucking his cock until I got a mouth
full of his cum.  I swallowed most of it.  We eventually got
dressed and I headed to my dorm.

	The guy that was in the bunk next to me was
waiting for me to tell him everything.  I told him all about
the practice before I told him about the sex that took
place.  I watched him jacking off while I was telling him
the story.

	Manny and I practiced for a couple of months and
we sucked each other off before he had me had me lay on
the training table on my back so that he could lift my legs
up and place my heels on his shoulders so that he could
breed me in the missionary position, while he reached
around my thigh and masturbated me.  I eventually
squirted cum all the way up to the hollow of my neck.
Manny eventually withdrew his cock from my arse and
added his cum to my belly.  I had to take another shower
to clean up, before returning to the dorm.

	The following year I was a starting fullback for the
rugby team.  I found out that most of the team had some
interesting parties that included the coach, Monsignor,
and several priests.

	By the time, I was a senior and shared a room with
an upper classman.  We had our choices of young
underclassmen to come to our room to suck us off or
present their bums for our use.  I also visited Coach when
he wanted to share a tasty young freshman with me.


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
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